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Finders Keepers
"Do not forget that the new groundskeeper is scheduled to arrive today at noon. I expect everyone to be courteous and to clean up their nighttime rubbish before his arrival," Alfred reminds them as they struggle to sit through breakfast.
Last night's patrol was brutal, and everyone was a bit bruised up and sore, not to mention that most only got an hour or so of sleep.
They collectively groan- except for Bruce and Damian, but neither count as full humans anyway, no matter what their DNA says otherwise.
Tim, in particular, is rubbing his hands down his face. "But Alfred, today's my only day off for the next six weeks!"
"I fail to see how your poor time management will change the outcome of doing your chores, Master Tim," The butler states. Tim cowards instantly at the sight of that arched brow on his grandfather's face and melts into his seat.
Pleased, Alfred taps his wristwatch. "You all have three hours. Better get to it."
They scatter. Bruce runs to his office to clean up all his paperwork, knowing some purchases were not Wayne Industries. Jason hits the multiple garages to ensure nothing bat-related is thrown in the toolboxes.
Dick is swinging by the handlers, taping his hands along the beams and pulling out hidden gadgets. Cass and Duke are walking on the roofs, double-checking the boobytraps.
Steph and Damian have offered to patrol the Batcave and the connecting tunnels to ensure the motion sensors are active.
Tim is told to walk along the property and make sure no surprise holes will appear. Bruce fell into the cave system when he was young, so the new groundskeeper might have the same fate. It's the more leisurely job since Bruce obsessively checks since it happened, but they all know Tim can barely keep his eyes open.
Tim doesn't mind because he must pat his bo staff on the ground, stomping his foot ever so often and scanning the environment with his wrist computer. He doesn't even bother to change out of his pajamas- an old pair of sweats and a baggy t-shirt Kon lent him when he once slept over and never returned. It's mostly just a walk, but it feels like an entirety to his sleep-deprived mind.
His eyelids are heavier than usual, every blink feels like a bag of sand, and he still has to check at least three-thirds of the Wayne Manor grounds.
He is wandering towards the east side of the property when he finds a very convenient bush shaped perfectly to block the sun and offer him a tiny nooch to snuggle into.
He glances back at the house and then at the time on his wrist computer. He has two hours and twenty minutes before the groundskeeper arrives.
"One short nap," Tim mutters, getting on his hands and knees to crawl into the bush. He twists to lie on his back, using his jacket as a pillow. His whole body fits inside, so Alfred will likely not catch him. The scrub is soft, and Tim relaxes into his protective shade. "I'll get up in a bit."
The wind blowing through the trees and the bushes around him lures him to sleep.
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"Hey"
A voice cuts through his dream of jumping over the city, chasing after his family but maskless. They weren't running around the roofs fighting a good fight; the Waynes in his dream were just spending time together. Laughing. Goodnaturely teasing.
It's wonderful.
It's everything he's ever wanted.
It's slowly disappearing as he is coming back to consciousness.
Tim groans, trying to roll over and return to the dream, but the voice speaks again. "Hey, man, you can't sleep here."
A hand clamps on his shoulder, giving him a gentle shake. Tim mutters, weakly swapping it away. "No. No. No."
"Come one, man, I can't have the big boss see you. It's my first day, and I don't want to get fired because I let some guy sleep in his yard." The voice continues, sounding pleasing and guilty.
Tim whimpers, rubbing his face against the cold hard ground. "No. No. No. Please, I just want to sleep. I'm not hurting anybody."
"Ancients....okay. Okay. Listen, I will let you sleep a little longer while I work. I'll finish mowing the yards and trim all the bushes. That should be at least five hours. I must move you if you're still here when I return."
Tim doesn't answer, too busy slipping back into his sleep as a hand gently runs through his hair. He snuggles into the warm palm with a sigh.
Someone gulps. "I'm in trouble, aren't I?"
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Tim snaps his eyes open to see that everything is pitch dark. Oh crude!
How long has he been asleep? What time is it? Was Alfred going to kill him!? What was he thinking?
Of course, Alfred would kill him, and unlike Jason or Damiman, the elder would not fail. In fact, from what Tim could make out in the darkness, a man was standing over him wearing white gloves.
He found me! Tim thinks historically. I didn't even have time to run!
The white gloves move closer as if they were going to touch him. He leaps up with a scream, and a man falls over.
"Woah! Woah! Hey, it's okay, I'm not a cop!" The stranger- not Alfred- shouts. Tim pauses, then lets out a louder scream. The man rushes forward to slam his hands against Tim's mouth.
He glances frantically at the manor- it's too far away to see anyone since Tim chose to nap at the very edge of the vast land Bruce's ancestors purchased.- before hissing. "Could you keep it down? Look, I let you sleep long enough; you must move."
Tim blinks owlish at him. His mind is fuzzy- shit, was he hit with something last night? He couldn't remember.- but he thinks he knows him.
Dark Hair.
Blue Eyes.
Pretty facial features.
Oh, it's one of his brothers. Dick? Yeah, it's Dick. Has to be. Tim is sure. He can't think clearly now, but he knows his eldest brother. This guy has the same color eyes. It's him.
Does Dick know he is Tim's brother? Does he know who he is?
"Dick," He tells the man in jeans overalls, just in case he forgets his name. His brother frowns.
"I know. I hate to do it, okay? But you can't sleep here."
"I can't?"
"No, dude."
"Where can I sleep?"
Dick sighs. "I think there is a shelter that-"
"Take me home."
Dick pauses, taken aback. "What?"
Tim leans forward, resting his head on his brother's shoulder. "I'm tired. I want to go home."
"Where do you live? Is there someone I can contact for you?" Dick asks in high pitched voice, seemingly uncomfortable by Tim's closeness but too bad. Tim never gets enough hugs, so he must deal with it because he wants hugs now.
"No, I want to go home with you!" He whines, and the world starts to spin. Quickly closing his eyes against the nausea, Tim tries to hide further into Dick's shoulder. "Take me home with you."
Dick is quiet for a long moment before he slumps. Carefully, he reaches up to pet Tim's hair, and it's so comforting that he almost falls back to sleep. "I'm going to regret this, but something in my core tells me to do what you say. You wouldn't happen to know a Clockwork, would you?"
Tim shakes his head.
"Right. Okay, taking a homeless stranger I found in the Waynor Manor bushes. Seems on-brand to me. Let's go."
Tim follows.
Who was he following? He doesn't remember, but when he climbs into a van with the words "Phantom Groundskeeping," he doesn't feel worried.
In fact, once he's buckled in, head leaning against the window and pulling his legs up to his chest, he feels oddly protected. The driver of the van is also beautiful.
Like wow. Talk about a work of art.
"I love you," He tells the man, who laughs, flickering blue sad eyes at him.
"Thanks. Take a nap. I think you should sleep off whatever your on and then I can get you some help."
"Do you love me too?"
"....sure. Go to sleep now."
"Will I die?"
"What?"
Tim can feel the word fading away, which is terrible; he knows it is but can't remember why. He just knows that when it disappears, he'll never wake up again. He tells the stranger as such, voice just barely above a whisper.
Glowing green eyes snap to him in alarm, and a small breath of blue leaves the stranger's mouth. Tim thinks he's slowly gaining a hint of horror, but his body begs him to sleep.
Tim blinks once, then twice, as the stranger's mouth opens and closes before he snaps his eyes to the road. "What a time to go mad."
The diver's grip on his steering wheel tightens, but Tim can barely keep his eyes open, so he can't see the gorgeous stranger's face as he whispers. "No. I won't let you die. Just....just sleep, okay? I'll figure it out."
Tim does.
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"Crap!" Jason yells, running up the stairs from the Batcave. In his hand are the test results for the standard toxicity screening they all undergo whenever they fight someone who even remotely deals with drugs.
Everyone was too tired to look at them properly, which means they all missed that Tim's blood was covered in what looked like a blend of Poison Ivy's love pollen and some kind of sleep-inducing strain.
Tim is out there, somewhere tripping balls or cuddling up to a stranger or unconscious, slowly slipping into a coma. They all thought he bailed on his work and deserved a day off so no one bothered to go after him.
Now Tim could be dead.
He rounds the large hall, his stomping footsteps barely covering the sounds of Alfred's smooth voice.
"It seems the groundskeeper is asking for a week off already. He just got married and-"
"Crap! Crap! Crap! Bruce!" He shouts, slamming the door of his dad's office open. His grandfather and father both turn sharply to him, and neither misses the paper that Jason throws. Their eyes widen in horror when they read what's on the report. "We need to find Tim!"
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Jazz wakes to find a half-dressed stranger curled around Danny, a ghost contract with drying blood on the ground, and a hastily made banner that reads "Happy Elopement!" thrown on the wall.
The living room looks like a confetti bomb went off in it. Did she miss a party being hosted in her own house? While sleeping in the room next door?
Johnny- her ex and surprisingly good friend after he stop bothering her brother- is sitting cross-legged, eyes glued on the TV.
"What. The. Fuck." Jazz asks, walking over to pour herself a cup of coffee.
"Morning," Johnny replies without so much as turning around. Since Jazz helped plan his and Kitty's wedding, the ghost becomes a brother to the Fentons. "Danny eloped."
"I figured as much by the banner." She mutters, walking over to the couch his brother and her new brother-in-law occupy. She stares at the stranger. He looked....familiar?
"Yeah, don't know all the details, but I guess his hubby was dying, so Danny pulled a Ghost King contract out of his ass and saved him by passing on his healing factor after they were hitched," Johnny says. Jazz takes a sip of her coffee. "I think he thinks he can divorce him or something. But till death due us part doesn't apply to Halfas. They're married forever, even in life or death."
"Shit." Jazz sighs. "Danny got himself into another situation. And he was doing so well recently, too. Became a groundskeeper for the Waynes and everything."
"Waynes pay well?"
"Danny could have paid off my student loans in four paychecks."
"Damn." Johnny whistles. Just then, Kitty floats through the wall wearing a red bathing robe. Jazz will never get used to the fact ghosts could look so human in the morning, with their messy hair and dazed expression. "Morning, babe."
"Morning," Kitty mumbles, leaning down to kiss Johnny. She glances at Danny and smiles. "They're so cute. I'm so happy Danny found his Core Mate."
"Core Mate?" Jazz asks.
"Like a soulmate but more dead," Kitty explains. "They are scarce to find, but once your core finds what it wants, it's fated. That's probably why Danny married so quickly, even if it was to save a life he normally wouldn't have."
Jazz looks back at the boy wrapped around in Danny's arms. Her brother is holding him like he's the most precious thing in either world, even in his sleep, and she knows that no matter what she or anyone says, he's not going to give up- wait a minute.
The stranger moves slightly in his sleep, snuggling up against Danny more, and his hair falls out of his face.
Shit.
"That's Tim Drake. Danny stole away Tim Drake." She deadpans. "Danny went over to cut Bruce Wayne's yard and returned with his son to elop with."
"In one afternoon? I'm impressed." Johnny laughs. "He really said all services included."
"Don't be gross, Johnny," Kitty scolds, but she's smiling. Jazz just shakes her head, reaching down for the contract. She may as well read what kind of dead-brain idea her baby brother got involved with this time.
#dcxdpdabbles#dc x dp crossover#Finders Keepers#dead tired#trigger warning: Druged#Tim get hit with Poison Ivy's pollen#Different Povs#Danny was just trying to do his job#Tim was just trying to nap#Now they married#Danny did in fact think he could marry him pass along his powers though the marriage then divorcé him#Kitty and Johnny are the friends always staying over and munching off your coffee
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Bats and their least favourite Rogues to deal with (other than Joker of course)
Bruce hates dealing with Two-Face, mostly because of knowing and valuing Harvey as a friend and he feels a sense of guilt that he wasn't able to save the man.
Damian does not enjoy fighting Poison Ivy as he actually agrees with many of her ideologies, and cannot always fully convince himself she's not going about it the right way. Ivy knows this and loves to use it against him. Damian is also not fond of her cuddle pollen as it allows his overbearing older brother to latch onto him like the limpet he is with a viable excuse.
Tim HATES Hatter. Losing control of your mind is basically Tim's worst nightmare. The Joker Junior incident only adds fuel to his mind control terrors. Whenever Hatter gets out the rest of the family has to keep an extra close eye on Tim who tends to give up sleeping in order to put Hatter back in Arkham.
Scarecrow is the least favourite of both Dick and Jason. Although every member of the batfam have their fair share of traumatic memories, Dick and Jason always find reliving theirs hardest to shake off. Any loud thumps after set both of them off, Dick thinking yet another person has hit the floor and Jason thinking it was yet another strike of the crowbar.
Stephanie is terrified of Professor Pyg. He is not as loud and demanding of attention as the rest of the Rogues so the others never consider him as the worst but there is something about him that makes her absolutely sick to her stomach. She's had one close encounter with him and never wants to see him again. If she's a little quick to let someone else take a case that may involve him that's nobody else's business but hers.
Cass is not a fan of Riddler. She is the least equipped to deal with his games as she cannot fully grasp the double meanings of many English words and Riddler has very confusing body language to read. Cass does not like feeling useless and Riddler is terrifying in his own right so being completely unequipped to stop him is not something she enjoys.
Duke hates Condiment King. And Kite Man. Such B-list villains but of course with his luck they always escape on the day shift. Mustard and ketchup are incredibly difficult to get out of the cracks in his armour and Kite Man is annoying and has an unfortunate habit of picking him up and DROPPING HIM. Duke's over it.
#batfam#batman#jason todd#dick grayson#nightwing#stephanie brown#cassandra cain#cassandra wayne#bruce wayne#tim drake#damian wayne#damian al ghul#robin#dc robin#red robin#spoiler dc#black bat#signal dc#red hood#gotham rogues
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It was a quiet night. Almost too quiet.
But that was the kind of behavior that made Stephanie laugh at him, made Dick call him paranoid, made Tim roll his eyes, made Jason-
On second thought, it was perfectly quiet. Just quiet enough to let him stew in his thoughts in peace. But there were some things he'd prefer not to think about.
Like how Jason hated him now, their disastrous arguments where Bruce wasn't sure if he was going to come home anymore, his dead body laying limp in his hands-
He stared at the report he was writing, blank face as he tried to focus on Poison Ivy's new pollen that she spread the other night. He had come across a few criminals who seemed to be under the effect of it that night.
He considered packing up for the night, turning in to sleep at— he checked the time —3:00AM. After, he had a business meeting tomorrow at 10. It would do him nicely to get a few extra hours of sleep before he had to get back to business as Bruce Wayne.
He yawned, standing up and stretching his limbs. He felt his back crack, sighing in satisfaction. He closed up the report, checked all the security cameras around the manor and few around Gotham to make sure nothing bad was taking place.
Bruce walked to the door, hand almost on the handle before the door burst open, smacking him on the nose.
"Gah!" He stumbled backwards, feeling blood stream down his face. "What the hell?"
"I should be asking you that question!" Jason stomped in the room, way too loud for the current hour, and punched him across the face, agitating (or breaking, if it's not already) his broken nose. "What in the fresh hell is this!?"
Jason pulled out his hand and shoved it into Bruce's face, showing a series of messages between him and Clark. Bruce's heart ached for a second, knowing that Jason still kept in touch with Clark, more than Jason had done with Bruce.
The messages seemed to be casual back and forth conversation before he could see Clark asking Jason to give Bruce a chance. It goes on, with Jason refusing, but then Clark brings up how Bruce had, in fact, actually tried to kill the Joker, but was restrained due to Clark and the Iranian government. Bruce had a quick, sudden flash of anger, remembering how enraged he was when Clark had stopped him, explaining everything. He suddenly deflated, nodding silently to validate the fact that yes, he legally could not have killed the Joker.
Jason's face froze for a second, staring at Bruce with an unreadable expression. "W-why didn't you tell me any of this?"
Bruce shook his head, opening his mouth to speak, although a little clumsily. "You were mad. I already blamed myself for your death and I wasn't in the best state of mind. I thought it didn't matter if you blamed me for anything else, and that it didn't matter because either way, you died under my watch. I thought I deserved it."
"Shut up, shut UP!" Jason roared, shoving him into the wall. Bruce's head hit the wall hard, the low thud that echoed reverberating in his head.
"This isn't about you, but you always make it about you. It's always about how heartbroken you were or how angry you were! I bet you never gave a single shit about me when I was still alive, huh? Just wanted the street urchin to prove to your golden child that you could replace him easily, almost as easily as you replaced me!" Jason had tears streaking his face, his words sounding more melancholic than furious.
Bruce's eyebrows furrowed. "It was never like that, Jason, I loved you, truly. Nothing you could do could ever change that."
"Really?" Jason's voice was quiet- shaky, even -as he took in what Bruce was saying. "Then why didn't you tell me?"
"I already said that—"
"No, Bruce. I don't want that bullshit answer. Why didn't you tell me."
Bruce opened and closed his mouth a few times, lost for words. Finally, he settled on "I don't know."
Jason froze, devastated. His face morphed into anger, and snarling, he said, "I don't even know why I tried with you."
He turned around, ready to stomp back out of the cave, but Bruce grabbed his arm. "What do you mean, Jaylad?"
"Don't call me that, and never contact me again, you- you—"
"Jason! I don't understand. Please, let me make things right—"
"NO!" Jason yelled– no, screamed –and ripped his arm out of Bruce's grip. "No." He broke down crying.
"You never wanted me to be in the family did you? You knew you couldn't tell the Joker and you never told me because you didn't want to see me around again, huh? Well, screw you. I can do so much better than this shitty family."
"Jason, that- that isn't true. I—"
"If it isn't true, then why didn't you tell me?"
Silence rung throughout the cave as Bruce was left grasping for answers. Jason shook his head slowly, backing out of the room.
"Forget this."
"Jaylad. I- I'll admit that there might've been some part of me that couldn't bear seeing you again. You reminded me of all my failures, all my weaknesses, and all the way I could've done better. That was wrong of me. I shouldn't've forced my regrets onto you, shouldn't have made you living proof what went wrong. You deserved better than that. And I promise you, if you turn around and come back to me, I'll give you what you wanted all along. Just please, forgive me."
Jason stopped walking. Bruce held his breath.
"I'm so tired. I don't know if I can keep doing this."
"I know. And I'm sorry."
. . .
"Do they hate me?"
"I don't think anyone could hate you, Jaylad."
Jason crumbled to his knees, running his hands through his hair in a crazed manner, sobbing loudly. "I just- I just want my dad. I just want my dad."
Bruce slowly crossed over to Jason, kneeling next to him and pulling him into his chest. "I'm here, Jason. It's going to be okay."
@bruciemilf
#I was thinking abt the angst potential for this#like “oh you didn't tell me this -> you obviously don't want me around”#I wrote this in school so if it's like bad wtv bro#might post on ao3. If this gets 30 notes I'll post it on ao3#bruce wayne#batman#jason todd#red hood#dc#dc fanfic#fanfic#fanfiction#man#angst with a happy ending#angst#look at me trying to tag this like it's on ao3
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DeadLights [Danny x Duke | DP x DC] Masterpost
THE WINNER OF THE POLE IS DEADLIGHTS!!! FUCKING LOVE THAT!!! Here's the masterpost for all the contestants, all of them will be posted in due time :]
So this post is going to have all the AUs in a line, and if you don't wanna be jumping around on Tumblr, I'll be posting these on Ao3 and Wattpad soon.
Spotify Playlist
GENERAL NOTES
Just the things that are gonna be consistent across all the AUs unless I say so.
Pt.2 [Claim Sheets]
THE FICS | AO3 SERIES
I SEE ALL OF YOU & YOU ARE MAGNIFICENT - monster x monster :
Danny and Duke see each other for the first time and are absolutely mesmerized by how gorgeous the other is.
They fail to realise that being around another monster has made them both more comfortable letting their glamours fall.
MEMES!!!
WRITTEN IN THE STARS, BEFORE WE WERE EVEN BORN - betrothal au :
Light and Time met at the beginning of existence and made a deal. To make sure the other wouldn't back out and take everything, they invested in a collateral. Two of their kin to be born, will be wed.
Betrothal contracts were not what Duke or Danny wanted for breakfast.
MEMES!!!
"YOU TAUNT ME, I CHASE YOU" "YOU CATCH ME, THEN LET ME GO" THEY DO IT AGAIN THE NEXT DAY - bat x cat :
Catwoman has a Kitten following her around, and that Kitten just so happens to like messing around with Batman's Sunshine Birdy.
No Duke isn't a furry, Tim shut the fuck up you still haven't confessed to Kon! He and Bruce don't have the same type! Besides, the new kid Danny is much prettier than Selina's nephew.
Tucker and Sam say Danny has a "vigilantes who can beat his ass" thing, which is stupid cause it's more of a "people who can beat his ass" thing. Cause like Duke Thomas from Algebra is hot.
MEMES!!!
MESMERIZED BY A BANSHEE'S SCREAMS - rockstar au :
Ember, Johnny, and Danny decided to fuck off to Gotham and start a punk-rock band.
The new band that Dax found is fucking amazing, but Duke's eyes keep drifting to the pretty bassist.
No Memes, but there's a Spotify playlist on the post!
RASBERRY & LEMON DELIGHTS - countryboy!danny x emopunk!duke :
Duke and Damian go to the Kents for the summer, just for fun. The cute boy from the farm on the edge of town is definitely making the summer less lonely and more fun, they get to make sweets together.
Danny is taking a gap year and has been staying with his Aunt Alicia since last summer. Things are boring until their closets neighbors the Kents get visitors. Hanging out with the pretty punk boy is making farm life fun.
MEMES!!!
THE CORPSE GROOM - corpse bride au :
Duke makes the mistake of playfully preforming wedding vows while playing pretend, and just so happens to put one of his rings on a branch that is not a branch. Now he's stuck in the underworld with a clingy new husband who insists that they're made for each other.
TW: KIDNAPPING, NON-CON TOUCHING, OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, THREATS ON ONES LIFE - when you think about it the Corpse Bride is a fucked up story, this Au doesn't get anywhere near the topic of sex or anything sexual, but Danny is mentioned and stated to be overly touchy with Duke when he doesn't want it
MEMES!!!
What Happens In Vegas, Stays In Vegas - drunk vegas wedding :
It's completely on accident when they wake up in each other's arms thinking they're married. Danny was just so nice to get that creep away from Duke. Duke was happy to have a new friend to hang out with. Neither where all there during the wedding. The dress and suit are very pretty though.
TW: DUBIOUS-CONSENT - both Duke & Danny where kinda drunk when they have sex, even though I didn't right the scene it's literally stated as INSERT SEX SCENE
MEMES!!!
"LOVE ME, LOVE ME, LOVE ME, LOV~" - love pollen :
The Everlasting Trio is visiting Gotham for a nature convention/meet up thing. A villain just so happens to attack and Poison Ivy takes great offense to them attack the few humans who care. During the scuffle Danny gets hit with a boat load of experimental pollen Ivy was making. Signal just so happens to be the hero who finds him among the rumble. Also being the first person Danny lays eyes on.
DANI DOESN'T HAVE TO WORRY BUT ACCIDENTLY CALLING MR.THOMAS DAD ANYMORE - teacher x single parent :
When Danny & Ellie where traveling around the world, Dani makes the mistake of accidently drinking some Lazarus water. With his daughter rapidly de-aging to a six-year old, Danny runs and finds his sister. Jazz suggests getting Ellie enrolled in a night school, and for Danny to get a job gooning for a bit. It's a plus that Mr.Thomas isn't all that hard on the eyes.
MINI FICS
I WANNA BE GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU, NEVER FEELS LIKE I AM - popular boy!duke x loner new kid!danny :
The portal to the Ghost Zone has finally closed and The Fenton's decided that it's better for them to just start anew and move to Gotham. Danny's never been the new kid, but he can be the weird loner.
People have always adored Duke because of the way he shine like no other, and Gothamites had never experienced that before. Duke never got a big head about it, his mother never let that happen. But that doesn't mean he didn't become the most popular boy where ever he went.
MEMES!!!
MESMERIZED BY A BANSHEE'S SCREAMS - rockstar au :
Ember, Johnny, and Danny decided to fuck off to Gotham and start a punk-rock band.
The new band that Dax found is fucking amazing, but Duke's eyes keep drifting to the pretty bassist.
No Memes, but there's a Spotify playlist on the post!
GHOSTLIGHTS EVENT FICS - @dcxdp-ghostlights
To See Your Face Again, is to remember you're not really there - 'I thought I knew you' :
Join Me, he beckoned.
Stay With Me, he cooed.
Love Me, he demanded.
He didn’t need to ask for the last one.
PENDING FICS THAT MIGHT HAPPEN
Myths
Hades x Persephone : Either or really
Eros!Danny x Psyche!Duke
Atalanta!Danny x Meleager!Duke
Noble Boy!Duke x Kitsune Servant!Danny
Dynamics
Rivals to Lovers
Guardian Angel!Duke x Demon!Danny
Bodyguard!Danny x Famous!Duke
Actor!Duke x Techie!Danny
General
Secret Identity Shenanigans
Royalty
Hanahaki Disease
Dancing
Roommates
Neighbors
Coffee Shop
Fairies
Space Things
Fake Relationship
Swapped Phones
Haunted Houese
POV Outsider : Who's your boyfriend? | Those two are so weird | Accused of cheating with your partner's secret identity
Messy Relationship [I like Drama] : Stalking | Kidnapping | Break Ups | Cheating on each other | Cheating on their partners with each other
Soulmates : Timer to meeting | Timer to Death | Death Marks | First Scars | Soul Marks | Red String | Body Swap | Body Doodles | Black & White then Color | Soulmate Goose of Enforcement [I said what I said]
ngl I am so fucking proud of this banner, worked so fucking hard on this bitch MM!
They're free to use with credit btw [with like a few minor nonos]
#dc x dp#dp x dc#dp x dc fanfic#danny x duke#duke x danny#danny fenton#duke thomas#dc#batman#signal#the signal#danny phantom#crossover#crossover ship#master post#millywrites#long post#hub post#Spotify
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batfamily fic recs which are told through unusual formatting
a hat fashioned from tin foil by discowing (ameliafromafairytale)
nightwang @karakurachou – 8 hours ago
jason todd is alive and faked his death so he could become robin: a conspiracy theory thread
Batfam conspiracy theories meet social media.
T | No Archive Warnings Apply | No Relationships
occam's razor by BeatriceEagle
r/SolveIt • Posted by u/Phalangefier 3 days ago
It's the fifth anniversary of Jason Todd's death
Today is the fifth anniversary of the day that Jason Todd and Sheila Haywood were murdered, so I thought I would post a write-up unifying all of the information that we have on the case. There have been a lot of posts about Jason over the years, but this case is so weird and has so many branches to it, I don’t think that anyone’s ever compiled all of them in one place.
T | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson & Jason Todd
Send to All by kerosceene
I, _______________, hereby acknowledge that this form represents my wishes should I contract phytoaphrodisiac-induced delirium (hereafter referred to as “PAID”) during engagements with or while apprehending Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley (“Poison Ivy”).
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The bats have a sex pollen release form. Because of course they do.
T | No Archive Warnings Apply | Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake, Barbara Gordon & Dick Grayson, Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne
Batman Hits the Red Hood with His Batarang by redboard (Ink)
Batman hears whispers of a new crime lord in Gotham, trailing blood and carnage in his wake. The Red Hood is skilled and ruthless, and quickly seizes control of the drug trade, seemingly for his own ends.
Red Hood, after years of planning, your moment has finally arrived. Why have you come?
An "Under the Red Hood"-themed tabletop game, for one or two players. You will need colored dice (or a dice roller), your imagination, and, optionally, a friend who has as many feelings about Jason Todd as you do.
(Yes, I'm serious. This is not a bit.)
T | No Archive Warnings Apply | Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne
#Justice4Gotham by Havendance
So, uh, Hi. I’m still alive. I didn’t die of the clench (barely). I’m kind of sorry for disappearing on you for so long but life just got really busy and I didn’t really have time to chase after Batman and Robin anymore. I’m not sure how many of you guys still check this blog, but if you are out there, I’ve got a big favor to ask you all.
On June 27th at 7:03pm, Gotham City was hit by the worst earthquake the east coast has seen in, like, ever. And now we could really use your help.
[Or: When you run out of things you can do, there’s always yelling at the world from the blog you made when you were ten.]
T | No Archive Warnings Apply | No Relationships
Night Blogger by AnonDude
There's a blogger catching the internet's attention with a long, insane, and twisted tale. The problem is, he seems to persist under the impression that he's just a random anonymous blogger looking for advice on his relationship. That's all.
QuillsNFrills: I like your first entry! But I'm a little unsure as to what genre you're aiming for here; it seems a little confused and all over the place. It's clear you want it to be something more lurking under the guise of a simple relationship blog, but is that…mystery? Thriller? A dark romance? Sci-fi/fantasy/magic (with the…whatever is going on with BF's head)? I'm also kind of wondering if I'm reading right that maybe there are hints this isn't a reliable narrator? Maybe that will continue…eyes. Anyway, keep up the good work!
– April 15, 2023 –
BlueberryPancakes: this […] only continued to get MORE wild, and despite the "clearing up"…I still don't know whether to believe […] it's supposed to be an obvious red herring and this is all an Experience^tm, or whether this is really OP's life.
– April 17, 2023 –
M | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Tim Drake/Jason Todd
#dc#dc comics#batman#batfamily#bruce wayne#dick grayson#barbara gordon#jason todd#tim drake#stephanie brown#fanfiction#fanfic#fic recs#fic rec#fanfic recs#fanfic rec
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✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩
All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes.
DC
Send to All by kerosceene
I, ___________________________, hereby acknowledge that this form represents my wishes should I contract phytoaphrodisiac-induced delirium (hereafter referred to as “PAID”) during engagements with or while apprehending Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley (“Poison Ivy”).
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the bats have a sex pollen release form. because of course they do.
My Brother's Keeper by Chemical_Processes
Tim gets hit with Fear while on a league mission, and it's Damian's job to get him home in one piece.
Statute of Limitations by Oka_Hills1232
Captain Marvel has been in the game for a decade now. He's very likeable, everyone agrees on this, but that's about the only thing anyone can say about him. For however friendly he seems, he's never really talked about his life outside of the cape. That is, until today.
The Justice League has just learned something rather alarming about their enigmatic colleague Captain Marvel. They really need to talk to him about it, the problem is, he's very hard to get ahold of…
Billy's just here to enjoy himself and revel in the big reveal, after all, it's not like anyone can stop him now.
Scum Villain Self-Saving System
Subversion by feelslikefire
Shen Qingqiu encounters Luo Binghe two years early in a brothel in Jin Lan City. Upon seeing his once most beloved disciple, Shen Qingqiu promptly starts coughing up flower petals. (Again.)
Then things get worse.
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Or: I wondered, "What would happen if I smashed truth pollen and hanahaki disease together as tropes?" This is the result.
My Hero Academia
i fell heavy (into your arms) by sundefeater lou (sundefeater) for EyesofftheMaud
He could see him though. His cheeks were round with baby fat, his eyes unshadowed, but he was unmistakably his Toshinori. Even before he'd gotten the weakly mumbled confirmation of the other's name he'd known. He could see Toshinori in the child's eyes, the deep blue gaze watery and afraid but so achingly familiar; he could feel it in his bones, where One for All sang and reached for the remnants of ashes that should have been there, but weren't.
Or: Izuku has always been a dutiful son. All Might suddenly being younger than Eri isn't going to change that.
Cataclysm by xylophones
Part 2 of Despite Your Good Intentions
Opinion Editorial • Tokyo Times
Hero Intern Deku: Our Next Savior, or the Catalyst of Hero Society’s Downfall?
By Yumoto Ryobe
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It’s been a month since Hosu City was rocked with attacks from the newest villain group, the League of Villains, and Hero Intern Deku’s (unranked) takedown of the serial killer Stain, his first S ranked villain arrest. Pro Hero media is a mess of differing opinions on Deku, ranging from idolization to condemnation. Fan clubs and hate clubs alike have popped up online. Despite his rousing speech in Hosu and his call to action, Deku has been notably absent from the public eye in any meaningful way.
With tensions high and no word from the one at the heart of all the chaos, the question must be asked: just what the hell is Hero Intern Deku doing?
(Honestly? His best.)
Stranger Things
Actually Me - Eddie Munson by Savi_Yoi
This idea was bouncing around my brain at 3am so I just had to write it down.
Eddie is a famous musician. Gaining fame through the 90s with Corroded Coffin. Him and Steve have been together since 1987, but they were always very private about their relationship. Steve is like a cryptid in the Corroded Coffin fandom, with very little information about him, and very few pictures. Eddie is promoting a solo album in 2021, and Steve is pulled on camera to do a silly interview with him. They're about 54/55 in this fic.
This is the transcript of that interview.
The Tunnels of Bel'Mar by neuronary
“Shit,” Wheeler said, realisation dawning across his face. “Fucking tunnels, shit!”
“Seriously, dude?” Sinclair said. “You just clocked? He’s been freaking out all week and you only just realised.”
“It’s Dustin!” Wheeler protested. “I thought he was just… being Dustin!”
Or, a dungeon Eddie designs freaks Dustin out a little bit too much. He doesn't get an explanation.
#happy weekend everyone!#my posts#weekly fic round up#fic recs#stranger things recs#dc recs#svsss recs#bnhs recs
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Dick gets hit with fear toxin. Tim gets a dose of some of Ivy's blabbermouth pollen. It's not a great night
written for @yearoftheotpevent - "if I kiss you, will you shut up?", fear toxin/pollens
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandoms: DCU, Red Robin (Comics), Batman and Robin (Comics), Batman - All Media Types
Relationships: Tim Drake/Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Alfred Pennyworth, Jason Todd/Slade Wilson
Characters: Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Slade Wilson, Damian Wayne (Mentioned)
Additional Tags: Scarecrow's Fear Toxin (DCU), Dick Grayson is a Talon, Dick Grayson is Batman, Tim Drake is Nightwing, Poison Ivy's Pheromones, Truth Serum, Kinda, Court of Owls, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Dick Grayson Gets a Hug, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Jason Todd Gets A Hug, Jason Todd is Red Hood
Language: English
#dicktim#timdick#dick grayson/tim drake#tim drake/dick grayson#dc fanfic#fanfiction#fanfic#dee writes#year of the otp 2023#yotp 2023#year of the otp#Tim drake#Dick grayson#jayde#jason todd/slade wilson#slade wilson/jason todd#sladejay#jayslade
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Some batfam fanfic recommendations for you to enjoy-
“ or, How Tim Drake Found A Family, Became A Photojournalist, Learned To Love Coffee, and Grew Up, not necessarily in that order.
Tim Drake is thirteen, runs the famous BatWatch blog that has spiraled hilariously out of control, has absentee parents that suit his purposes just fine, is training himself to run the streets at night, and is doing absolutely peachy, thank you.
Alfred and Jason disagree, and get Dick and Bruce involved in figuring out their weird nextdoor neighbor kid’s life. Everything goes uphill from there.”
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One my favourites, i reread this every month it’s a classic time drake centric fic in which he joins the batfam early.
I, ___________________________, hereby acknowledge that this form represents my wishes should I contract phytoaphrodisiac-induced delirium (hereafter referred to as “PAID”) during engagements with or while apprehending Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley (“Poison Ivy”).
The bats have a sex pollen release form. Because of course they do.
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Such a good, funny and goofy fic. 10/10 would recommend. The only issue with this is it isn’t long enough.
A classic of the genre, so witty in its humour- 10/10.
The morning Tim runs out of things to give, he can feel in his chest. It’s a hollowness; a feeling that if someone rapped their fist against his ribcage, he would ring like a drum. It’s a lightness; the same lightness he felt in that hot, sandy desert in Iraq when he thought he was going to die. Sometimes, everything going wrong is a comfort; at least when you hit rock bottom you know you’re done falling.
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To heal your inner gifted burnout child.
Tim splits his pants at a charity gala. To say that he’s expecting merciless teasing from his brothers is an understatement.
What he gets is… not that?
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This is so stupid i love it so much.
“Why not?” Jason asked, looking put out, “We stole Damian from him”
“We didn’t steal Damian”, Dick refuted, while the youngest of their family snorted, “Fool. As if grandfather wouldn’t increase security after you purloined me right under his nose”
Or, Bruce would like for one breakfast- just one, singular breakfast with his kids- to not be preceded by, filled with or result in complete and utter chaos
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Tired single dad brucie
Tam insists Tim isn't okay, and gives him a task — to reach out for help. Tim would rather do, well, anything else. But it can’t hurt to try, right?
(Spoiler Alert: Yes, yes it can. So much. So, so much.)
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My only two tags for this was holy fucking shit and sobbing so do with that what you will
READ THE TWs PLEASE.
The pieces were starting to click into place, aligning to create a deeply disturbing picture.
“Are you seriously saying you’ll become a missing person and fake your death for this stupid homecoming plan?” Jason interrupted, his voice full of as much judgmental incredulity as possible.
The kid’s eyes skated back over to him, his face twitching into a brief frown. “What? No.” A pause. “I mean, we could do that instead, if you wanted. But to fool Batman I’d need facial reconstruction surgery and new papers and it would all have to be untraceable—,” he broke off with a scoff, shaking his head slightly.
“No, it’s just smarter and more cost-efficient to do it for real.”
Tim learns about Jason Todd's return, does some research on the Lazarus Pit, and realizes that there might be a way to solve multiple problems all at once: removing himself from the picture.
For some strange reason, the Red Hood doesn't seem keen on cooperating.
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Imagine being so unhinged that the person hellbent on murdering you is concerned.
Jason: 🧍♂️ 🗡️
Tim: 🙄🫥
Jason: …
Unfinished fic though.
#can you tell my favourite character is tim#I think you can#can you tell i have#autistic rizz#/deep emotional problems that affect daily functioning#I didn’t think so#gifted kid burnout check#😎#fanfic rec#batfam#tim drake#bruce wayne
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Five times Tim got a hug and the one time he gave one
(Falling in Reverse Au)
Chapter 1
As a child, Tim Drake never received any kind of physical affection. So to say he was touch-starved would have been an understatement.
Of course, if you were to ask Tim he would say that he was fine. He didn't need things like hugs. Besides, it wasn't like anyone he knew would give him a hug, that is until his dad's death.
One
"Tim there was nothing any of us could do" Barbra called over the comm.
"No no no" Tim rushed up the stairs.
"Robin!" He ignored her ripping the device out of his ear and tossing it on the ground along with his mask and cape.
"Dad?" Tim dropped to his knees barely noticing Batman coming in behind him
"It's okay" Bruce spoke gently as he wrapped his arms tightly around the frightened boy "I've got you"
That was the first and last hug Tim had before his death. When Tim rose from the pits he felt cold and alone. The pit had chilled his bones leaving him with a quiet rage. But that was fine because Red Hood feed off that rage.
After rising from the pit Tim didn't expect to ever get a hug again. He also didn't expect to make friends.
Two
Tim had been sitting on the couch working on his latest case. The pit may have changed a lot of things but his sleeping habits weren't one of them.
"Hey, Timbo," Roy said climbing through the window.
"Remind me again why I even have a door," Tim said not looking up from his computer.
"You know you're glad to see me" Roy walked over to the couch "So did you get them?"
"Here you go" Tim handed him a pair of tickets.
"Wow, how did you get them?" Roy asked looking at the tickets.
"Computer genius" Tim replied still not looking up "Have fun"
"Thanks, Tim!" Roy hugged him nearly knocking him off the Computer. Tim went completely stiff.
"What are you doing?" He asked very confusedly.
"This is called a hug where I come from" Roy joked.
"I know what a hug is" Tim rolled his eyes "I mean why did you hug me?" Roy looked at him confusedly.
"Because we're friends" Roy smiled "You're stuck with me now, get use to it"
The next time Tim got hugged was because of less ideal circumstances.
Three
Tim squeezed his eyes shut as he curled up into a ball on the couch. He and Arsenal had gone after Poison Ivy today and of course, he had to get hit with cuddle pollen. But that was fine Tim could handle a little pain.
"S-Stupid plant lady" he grunted pulling himself tighter.
"Hey Hood" he cracked one eye open to see Rose crouched in front of his window.
'Great, just what I need' Tim thought sarcastically.
"Roy called and said you were disappeared after patrol," She said climbing in.
"I-I'm fine" he stuttered curling up tighter.
"Yeah you sure look like it" She rolled her eyes sitting next to him.
"What are you-" Rose wrapped her arms around him 'That feels so nice'
"Cuddle pollen right, I got hit with that junk once nasty stuff," She said leaning back with her arms still wrapped around Tim.
"I'm fine" he protested trying to get free.
"Shut up, This is the only thing that helps not even the big bat himself could fight it," Rose said running her hand throw his hair. Tim wanted to protest but he was to exhausted from fighting and this felt so good so he just drifted off to sleep.
Tim is terrible at taking care of himself. Left unchecked he would go days without eating and sleeping. That's not very good when you're a gun-wielding vigilante. So Roy and Rose took it upon themselves to make sure he didn't work himself to death.
Four
"It's movie night remember," Roy said pulling Tim out of his chair.
"But I have cases" Tim wined as Roy dragged him into the living room.
"No," Roy said dropping him on the couch "You're going to sit here and eat pizza for your health"
"Fine" Tim pouted crossing his arms.
"Good," Roy said plopping down next to him. Tim sighed reaching for a cup of coffee he made earlier, only for it to be snatched away.
"My Coffee" he wined.
"No caffeine for you," Rose said handing him a caffeine-free Coca-Cola.
"Can we at least watch a Mystery?" He asked hopefully.
"No can do Timbers you need to let that big brain of yours rest, how about brother bear?" Roy suggested.
"Yeah I'm not watching anything with the word brother in it" Tim glared.
"Alvin and the Chipmunks?"
"Fine," Tim said still sulking.
"Aww don't be like that" Rose smirked pulling him into a hug. Roy immediately joined in.
"You guys suck" Tim frowned melting into the hug.
Five
"Drake, would you please get this brat off me?" Damian walked into the room with Dick clutched onto his head.
"What the blood son can't handle a sweet little kid" Tim smirked.
"Timmy" the child practically flew in Tim's arms.
"Hey kiddo" Tim smiled ruffling his hair "Who about you go get Bart and Jason and I'll take you out for ice cream"
"Okay," Dick smiled brightly before leaping down and turning to find the others.
"The little one seems a lot happier since you rejoined the family" Damian observed.
"Yeah I think I'm happier too" Tim smiled. Then Damian did something that took Tim by surprise. Something that would have taken anyone by surprise.
He stabbed him
Just kidding
Damian took a step forward and wrapped his arms around his little brother.
"I'm glad you're back" Out of all the hugs Tim got this was his favorite.
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happy follower milestone!!! <3
for a prompt… hmmm. jaytim, first time one (or both) of them said “i love you”?
i imagine what you were going for was something cute and i apologize deeply. warning for just hurt, baby!!!
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It happens slowly at first.
Tim forgets his keys, his wallet, leaves paperwork behind in the office unsigned. It's not like him to forget things like that but he chalks it up to stress, over work, sleepless nights.
Except it only starts to get worse.
"Red, BG needs help at Main and Sixth."
Tim startles from where he was apparently just staring into space. He was... doing something. Surely. But now he can't... doesn't matter. Steph, Steph needs his help.
And he has every intention of going except...
"Jesus, Red, I needed you twenty minutes ago!"
"I..." Tim trails off, blinking back the confusion he feels in his head.
"Ugh, whatever, it's fine, I handled it but for real-" Batgirl cuts herself off, her lips settling into a thin frown and blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders. Blonde?
Did Babs dye her hair? No, that isn't Babs' outfit either... Stephanie. How could Tim forget Steph??
"I think something's wrong with me," Tim says, horror dawning like the sun over the horizon.
There's Poison Ivy pollen in his system. Predictably, Tim doesn't even remember fighting Ivy recently.
She also happens to be extremely MIA.
"You can stay here, until we work out a cure," Bruce says and Tim doesn't have it in him to say he doesn't even know where else he'd go.
There's less to remember at the manor but that doesn't mean things don't keep slipping away. Tim starts writing things down. Anything, everything he can think of. From his mother's hair colour to the patrol route he used to take as Robin.
(Used to...? He still... Wait...)
"Do you know who I am today?"
Tim looks up from where he's been studying old photos.
"Jason Peter Todd, second Robin, current kind of crime lord Red Hood," Tim recites, counting off points on his fingers. "You bring me coffee at work and on patrol, sometimes."
Jason sits down heavily on the bed, causing Tim to bounce. "That's certainly an improvement over yesterday."
"It comes and goes," Tim shrugs, feigning indifference. He goes back to the photos, trying to remember where and when he took them... Robinson Park, maybe?
"Hey," Jason says, pulling Tim in until he collapses against Jason's side. "I know it's scary, but B is gonna find you a cure, alright?"
It hits Tim, suddenly, what if they don't? What if Tim is like this, worse than this for the rest of his life. Tim will fade away, living on only in the memories of the people he loved, and some blank slate will take his place.
It becomes suddenly important Jason knows. Knows exactly what Tim thinks, has thought, about him for years now. He can't let Jason think something of him that isn't true.
"Jay," Tim says, the urgency building like a coiled spring. "Even if I forget, you can't, okay? I love you so much."
Jason presses his face into Tim's hair. "I won't, Babybird. Promise."
Tim blinks.
"Promise what?"
#THEY DO CURE TIM i wouldn't do that to you guys not really but#sometimes the hurt part is the most interesting part LMAO#jaytim#250 follower special#astrix writes#i'm so fucking sorry lmao#also if u wanna really wrench the knife this is only what tim thinks is the first time ;)
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Pavane in Green
@thedemonconstantine + poison Ivy
“My children are sick”
So much for some respite and she needed it too. Dotty was safe but the demon’s Hellfire really took it out of her. Weeds survived, Life endured, Life prevailed and she too would endure the pain, sleeping in the Green until Tim would return again.
Cocooned in purple, pink and crimson the Mother slumbered in the songs of the Green and she’d emerge with hair more brown red than crimson, skin green yet paler. Winter lost it’s grasp and spring would come..soon.
“I might not see through all doors of was and come to be but I hear my children, their choir distorted by a composer keeping her Crescendo for too long” The Spring Waltz, the Waltz of Life, whatever one ought to call it Life had cycles, the dance needed to end and Nature needed to be allowed to sleep.
“I’m glad you came-” The Green summoned all it needed to summon, maybe it chose the Opener, maybe it chose her guardian she had yet to figure out how the Green operated. It was to see the notes on the sheet given to conduct but to not know the soloists until just before the curtain call.
“Nature is not a machine, seasons need to come and go” she watched the one decaying flower in the Green. She plucked it, ripped it and it’s roots rotten stretched for feet. She ate it, she consumed the link the Green held to wherever they would be thrown out, she had a hint in that a Sentinel to the Green was to blame, only so many existed.
“Put Yoyo in your hoodie, both of you eat this. I have traveled your world of witchcraft and sorcery, this time, we will travel my way. Eat as many as you can stomach but a even number. Hold Yoyo very close, I will keep you safe I promise. I promise, this might hurt a little but you don’t scare easily do you” Seeds that would grow in stomachs and sprout until a stem would bloom out of a mouth and orange petals grew and grew until they engulfed and wrapped around the boy. It would be hard to breathe with an obstructed throat but to survive the sickness of the Green the other side she had to make him part of her.
Yes, she grew those seeds out of herself and thus through the Branches of Life Tim and Yoyo would sprout in an explosion of orange petals cascading around them the moment Tim was released and awakened if the Green could even put him to sleep. If not then the boy best have remained very very still in his cocoon.
That spouted stem would retract back into Tim’s stomach.
“Oh- yeah that tracks. It’s me- we have to stop me.” The gianormous Venus Fly trap that stood taller than Gotham’s clocktower hit a little too close to home yet even Frank lacked...Frankness.
“Sorry-” Blowing a handful of pollen right into Tim’s face and then Yoyo’s.
“I don’t know what kind of me we will face. Best not to risk you being a mindless thrall under her sway. My sway. Whatever, this gets confusing”
Gotham was almost completely covered in plants but they were not well, they were not singing in harmony.
“What happened to you my children” she stumbled dizzy, something was sick here.
“If Frankie is there- that is where we have to head” To the Clocktower then.
“Did you rest while you were away?All this rush I didn’t ask, how many days was I sleeping? Weeks? Months? No you haven’t aged years yet- still a sapling” Hm, some hint of maturation but not a lot.
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Fever let me live a dream
read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/47941972
by Violettavonviolet
“Ah, replacement’s with you, huh. Lead me to him.“
Like hell he was. “No dice. I don’t know who you are or why you’re here but you gotta leave. And if you’re here for robin, I’ll let you know that he’s really not in a fighting state right now. He can beat you up later, if you want to.“
And because Rob had the best timing known to man, that was the moment he shuffled into the room, blanket wrapped around his shoulders and trailing behind him like a cape, glassy eyed.
He really didn’t look like he should even be standing right now, and Kon shot a look to the intruder before rushing to his side, practically holding him upright by his waist.
Rob keened and curled into his arms. Kon sighed and rubbed his back.
or:
in which Tim's been hiding that he's an omega, he gets hit with heat inducers, Kon finds him and they somehow pack-bond with Jason.
Words: 8250, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DCU
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Underage
Categories: M/M, Multi
Characters: Tim Drake, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson
Relationships: Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent/Jason Todd, Kon-El | Conner Kent/Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd
Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Sex Pollen, or rather, Heat Inducers, Poison Ivy's Pheromones, Omega Tim Drake, Omega Jason Todd, Alpha Kon-El | Conner Kent, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Cuddling & Snuggling, Secret Identity, Identity Reveal, Pack Bonding, Accidental Bonding, Jason Todd's Attack on Titans Tower, Alpha Dick Grayson, Alpha Bruce Wayne, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Bad Parents Jack and Janet Drake, Short Tim Drake, Tim Drake is Robin, Tim Drake Gets a Hug, Protective Kon-El | Conner Kent, Bad Parent Clark Kent, Resurrected Jason Todd, Height Differences, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, underage because they're all teenagers but nothing very graphic happens, Boys Kissing, Biting, Claiming Bites, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Safe Sane and Consensual
read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/47941972
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Sex Pollen brujaydick and it is the opposite of fun.
When Jay woke up - in Bruce's bed, in his T-Shirt and boxers, with Dickie of all people holding her hand and looking all concerned and guilty, and she remembered none of what happened after those bastards hit her with the Scarecrow toxin, but the feeling in the body was unfortunately not to be mistaken with anything, and the nightmares from last night still lingered - the first thing she asked was:
"Did you get those bastards? The ones that did it to me?"
She figured she was raped, and Bruce, or Dick, had been too late to the rescue. Took her home, cleaned her up, put her here because that was the only bedroom left in the Manor that passed familiarity to Jay. She supposed they thought she would find it comforting. They didn't know that was the place she saw in her nightmare hallucination. As Bruce's clothes instead of her dirty armor, or what left if it, anyway.
Dick's face turned even more guilty.
So that meant they didn't get them. She closed her eyes.
"Please at least tell me the reason B's not here himself, it's because he's hunting them down."
"J," Dick said carefully. "Me and B... We're the ones who did it."
***
They explained it. There were the mooks who were using an aerosol version of Poison Ivy stuff. That was the substance that kept victims terrified and compliant. Jay got three bullets in each of them but not before they fired some too. Her helmet got cracked. She inhaled that stuff.
Based on symptoms, Dick, who went in for a rescue, and ended up with extraction job, assumed it was Scarecrow stuff, too. He got antidote in Jay, and it being the wrong stuff, reacted very badly. By the time Dick got Jay to the Cave and they did her bloodwork, she was panicking and horny. Not horny as in, will tear your clothes off and have your way with you, but heart attack waiting to happen, or worse. And there was no chemical way out of this, not with two incompatible substances in her organism already. The only way was to convince the brain the situation was over. And that meant playing it out.
"You couldn't have sedate me?" Jay asked incredulously. "Yeah, no, I know, my heart wouldn't have taken that lightly. But if I die, I die! Better than this."
"You said something to that effect yesterday, yes. B almost... He almost lost it. Almost left. He. Cried."
"Boohoo," Jay said. "I'm so sorry my utter humiliation was upsetting for him to participate in."
"Hu... humiliation? Jay, I don't..."
"Who knows? Apart from you and B, I mean. Who saw me like this? God, don't tell me Damian saw it, he will be insufferable to patrol with. Though I don't think Tim would be any better."
Jay jumped off the bed and to the dresser. Nowadays, she and B was more or less the same height, his sweats should fit at least until the way home.
"You think we would let Damian see?"
"Yeah, no, fair enough. Then all I have to deal with in the coming weeks is only B's lectures and Tim's gloating. This is what you get for not having back up. This is what you get from using guns and escalating situation - never mind that none of their victims had guns. Or, no, I know: the helmet. I think it makes me immortal so I became complacent and it doesn't. Ugh. At least, with B crying, I can be sure no footage exists anymore."
"Footage?" Dick repeated, shaken. "You think we would get footage?"
"Not like, for your personal after-hours use, jeez. I know you and B are freaks, but you're not that kind of freaks. But for, I don't know, research? Just because?"
She whirled on Dick and pressed him to a wall in one smooth move.
"If I find out the footage does exist, or someone talked, both you and B get your bulls busted. Not being metaphorical here."
With that, she let go and was out of the door.
"Wait!" Dick shouted after her. "You need to get down to the Cave, to Medical!"
"The stuff is out of my system, and I can take care if everything from here!" She shot back.
As things developed, she really couldn't.
"Run this by us again," Dick said in a weak tone.
They were sitting in Jay's apartment. She didn't invite them here, but she called yesterday, saying that she is off the roster for at least half a year. Medical reasons.
She declined to elaborate. Batman and Nightwing showed up in her apartment next night. Usually, they have been great about giving her space after the incident four months ago. Presumably, it was only a little bit less shameful for them than it was for her.
But apparently, she was, without her knowledge, put on some kind of suicide watch. Her giving away her stuff - like explosives, most of the firearms - rang the wrong kind of bells, and here they were. Jay wasn't sure why they thought it was a good idea to ambush her together (one of them would make sense as Dick promised nobody else knew).
But here they were.
And when she put (with maybe a little too much force, if the crack is go go by) the ultrasound on the glass table, they both sat down, as though she shot out their kneecaps.
Which sounded real good right now, with how nauseating her days were going lately.
"You got me pregnant."
"But," Bruce took the cowl down and blinked at her owlishly.
Holy camolli, it was the first time she made him so confused. She kinda wanted to take a picture.
"But Nightwing said you said that you will take care of the medical side of things - didn't you take the pill?"
"I meant my injuries. What pill?"
"Um... Plan B?" Dick coughed.
"Plan what?"
"It's what you take the morning after, um, unprotected sex." Bruce said.
Jay stared.
"Is that one of the things I missed being dead? There's a pill for that now? And what do you mean unprotected sex? I thought you used - toys, or whatever."
"Where would we get toys?" Dick raised his hands.
"I don't know - Bruce! He has some, right? No way he doesn't. With his leather fetish and Catwoman and - come on, Bruce!"
"No," Bruce said. "Leather fetish?"
"But how do you not know what Plan B is?" Dick started on this again. "And even if you don't, why didn't you use those express tests? You would know if you're pregnant much earlier!"
"Why it's on me? I don't do sex, I don't need to know those things. Anyway, unprotected sex which apparently involved real body parts and fluids, neither of you geniuses used a condom apparently!"
"You have latex allergy," Bruce said. "It was the only kind I had in the house."
"Okay, back up. You were a virgin?" Dick couldn't let it go. "And you never had a talk? Bruce, you never had a talk with her?"
"No, I am not, and I didn't need it. I knew what stuff goes where, and I knew that I had no interest of any stuff going anywhere near me."
Bruce closed his eyes and nodded.
"She never let me get through more than a sentence. I assumed she already researched the subject. Or got her knowledge elsewhere."
"But test? Come on!"
"Dick, I dunno what to say, I didn't think about it. Can you please get off my case, maybe? I am the one who is suffering consequences, here!"
"It's not only your consequences! It's mine, too! Or Bruce's."
"Whoever is the father," Bruce said, opening his eyes immediately. Figured it would knock him out of his fugue. "I will assume responsibility. I will adopt them."
"Uh, no thanks? I don't need you to? I have an apartment, I have money, I don't have a day job. I will be okay. The last thing I want is for you is to adopt my kid. Because that wouldn't be weird at all."
"Yeah, Bruce," Dick said. "It could be mine, you know."
"No," Jay pointed a finger at him. "It's not yours, or Bruce's, it's mine. I am a single parent. You promised to never speak about that night ever. Don't go breaking your promise now and you will get to keep your organs to reproduce again. And you, Bruce, have enough kids as it is, including biologically related ones."
"But..."
"No buts, ifs, and howevers!" She pulled her remaining Glock on them. "Now get the hell out."
They left.
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Catherine Didnt Raise No Coward
by Femme_Morte
Jason did not intend to get hit with one of Poison Ivy’s most recent concoctions. Dick really underplayed how much this shit SUCKS. (inspired by envysparkler’s brilliant fic “touch starved”).
Words: 1554, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen
Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain
Relationships: Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Jason Todd
Additional Tags: Mild Blood, Whump, Cuddle Pollen, no beta we die like jason todd, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, or at least a mediocre one, dc writers stop projecting your daddy issues 2k23
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Fever let me live a dream
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/5o7I6tT
by Violettavonviolet
“Ah, replacement’s with you, huh. Lead me to him.“
Like hell he was. “No dice. I don’t know who you are or why you’re here but you gotta leave. And if you’re here for robin, I’ll let you know that he’s really not in a fighting state right now. He can beat you up later, if you want to.“
And because Rob had the best timing known to man, that was the moment he shuffled into the room, blanket wrapped around his shoulders and trailing behind him like a cape, glassy eyed.
He really didn’t look like he should even be standing right now, and Kon shot a look to the intruder before rushing to his side, practically holding him upright by his waist.
Rob keened and curled into his arms. Kon sighed and rubbed his back.
or:
in which Tim's been hiding that he's an omega, he gets hit with heat inducers, Kon finds him and they somehow pack-bond with Jason.
Words: 8250, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DCU
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Underage
Categories: M/M, Multi
Characters: Tim Drake, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson
Relationships: Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent/Jason Todd, Kon-El | Conner Kent/Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd
Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Sex Pollen, or rather, Heat Inducers, Poison Ivy's Pheromones, Omega Tim Drake, Omega Jason Todd, Alpha Kon-El | Conner Kent, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Cuddling & Snuggling, Secret Identity, Identity Reveal, Pack Bonding, Accidental Bonding, Jason Todd's Attack on Titans Tower, Alpha Dick Grayson, Alpha Bruce Wayne, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Bad Parents Jack and Janet Drake, Short Tim Drake, Tim Drake is Robin, Tim Drake Gets a Hug, Protective Kon-El | Conner Kent, Bad Parent Clark Kent, Resurrected Jason Todd, Height Differences, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, underage because they're all teenagers but nothing very graphic happens, Boys Kissing, Biting, Claiming Bites, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Safe Sane and Consensual
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Hijinks are good don’t get me wrong, but I too deeply enjoy some angst!
ok u are asking me to expose my current guilty pleasure here!! let's see what i got:
inhibition
Batman gets hit by a Poison Ivy special. Jason is unfortunately caught in the crossfire.
CW: this one has some very heavy themes around sexual assault, but no actual assault occurs - read the warnings on the fic.
cuddle pollen is a new concept for me!! im into it. author has a bunch of cuddle pollen fics but in terms of h/c this was the stand out for me.
The Worst Kind of Crush
Civilians came first.
It was one of the foundational truths of being a superhero. Their job was to save civilians regardless of the personal cost. Each of them knew and understood the risks associated with the cape when they put it on.
Still, rules got fuzzy when one woke up underneath a building.
Or the one where a building explodes and Tim is trapped under the rubble
u like h/c. here's some excellent h/c.
answers we're not wise enough to see (i love you freely)
It’s very nearly perfect, and so much more than Damian ever hoped for himself. But it’s not enough to distract him from the fact that there is still one of his siblings whose mark he does not- and apparently, will never, carry, and the pain of rejection threatens to overwhelm the relief he feels at being so easily accepted by Father and his family.
Because for all that his brightest mark so far- brighter even than Father’s- is very clearly displayed on Richard's neck, there is no corresponding cerulean blue mark on Damian’s nose.
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In a world where your first touch on a soulmate leaves a mark that shows how much you love them, Damian struggles to understand why Richard apparently does not love him back.
platonic soulmate AUs are also a new one on me!! im also very into it!! the only actual batfamily comic i've read is steph brown's run as batgirl and i realised reading this that i am very invested in Dick & Damian's relationship actually and gjfkglhfjkghf. loved this.
Inbox
When Jason Todd died, Bruce Wayne had a hard time letting go or dealing with any reminders of his son.
When Jason Todd came back, what he needed to know was how much he had mattered. Fortunately, these things overlapped.
Or, the story in which Jason listens to some voicemails for a dead boy— the boy who was him.
remember how i was joking around abt jason getting messages bruce left for him while he was 'dead'. here is that concept but like Serious. im still getting over a semi-recent major bereavement at present and this caused me physical pain (compliment)
I Wanna Shoop, Baby
Talking over Bruce's attempts to desperately stop the unwanted laughter, Dick said, "I don't really understand what my soulmark means. It doesn't have any hints about their identity, so I just memorized the words instead."
Bruce fought for control and took a deep, sobering breath. “Whoever your soulmate is, I can’t decide whether I hate them already or need you to meet them.”
“Need me to meet them?”
Bruce chuckled—he chuckled—and said, “Dick. I have a feeling the two of you are going to be a particularly troublesome pair of best friends.”
& finally, some hijinks!! not strictly batfamily (it's birdflash) but batman and robin are both there so w/e. very entertaining. absolutely edge of my seat all the way through waiting to find out wtf dick's soulmark was. it did not disappoint.
and that's all i got for now!! hope there's something here you'll enjoy :)
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