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centralperkchenford · 6 months

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Chenford Pre-canon + around S4/5 girls night and probe Lucy about her feelings for Tim

Lucy drunkenly tells Tim how beautiful he is

This takes S4 pre-Vegas and all that

Let’s go girls!

Lucy sighs as Angela sets a drink in front of her, and she pulls it towards her. Angela sits next to her on one side and Nyla sits next to her on the other. Lucy isn’t even sure why they are doing this but Angela really didn’t give her a choice. She would rather be at home on the sofa with a bowl of ice cream moping about who knows what.

“I heard you broke up with Sanford.” Says Nyla taking a sip of her water. She was pregnant and even though it seemed like she wanted to go home, she seemed just as eager as Angela to do this. Lucy sucks in a breath but nods. She had broken up with Chris the week prior and god knows she wasn’t moping about that.

It was more the reason why she broke up with Chris. And it happened to be a very grump, but handsome man who drove her up the wall but somehow she fell for. Tim.

“Yeah.” Answers Lucy stirring her drink up. “Last week.”

“Thank goodness.” Says Angela and Lucy throws her a look but her friend just shrugs. “Look you were way too good for him Lucy. I knew it. Nyla knew it. Tim knew it.” Lucy takes another breath at his name and starts sucking down her drink.

“Woah there slow down.” Says Angela. Lucy looks up briefly and shakes her head.

“I know he wasn’t right for me. I couldn’t drag it on any longer.” She says.

“And Tim is single.” Nyla points out. Lucy closes her eyes and finishes her drink quickly. And then gets up to get another ignoring Angela and Nyla’s whispers behind her. She could do this. As long as they weren’t talking about Tim. And she didn’t feel like her heart was pounding a mile a minute every time they mentioned his name…

She sighs and grabs her drink and heads back to the table, putting her glass on the table with a bang.

“Lucy, why won’t you admit you have feelings for Tim?” Angela asks. “I mean that man can barely contain his feelings for you.”

Lucy looks at her in disbelief. “Tim does not have feelings for me.” She protests. Nyla shorts and Angela rolls her eyes.

“Oh come on Lucy. Everyone sees the way he looks at you. He looks at you like you hung the moon and stars for him.”

“He doesn’t—”

“Girl, yes he does.” Says Nyla. “I don’t think I have ever seen Bradford smile and then he’s next to you and he’s smiling and it’s brighter than the sun.”

“He—”

“I know you like him too.” Says Angela.

Lucy groans and downs her drink again because she really didn’t want to get into this. Right now or ever.

She goes back to the bar and orders a flight of shots. At least that would keep her busy. She carries it carefully back to the table, her head already feeling kind of fuzzy. She sets the flight down and then smacks Angela’s hand away.

“So do you like him?” Nyla asks and that really a loaded question. Because yes. But it’s complicated and Tim is important to her and she’s not about to mess that up.

Lucy downs the first three shots, barely tasting them. “Tim is.. Tim.” Says Lucy. “He’s complicated.”

“He goes to work, watches sports and sleeps. He’s not that complicated Lucy.” Angela deadpans but Lucy is tipsy now.

“He’s amazing, handsome, he’s oblivious in so many ways but he’s my oblivious idiot.” Lucy says and Angela snorts. Lucy takes another drink and then another.

“He made me so mad at first. Like I was actually angry and he still is a pain in the ass but he’s so soft.”

“He’s soft for you Lucy.” Nyla says adjusting in her seat. “And only you.” Even drunk, Lucy can agree with that.

She doesn’t notice Angela slipping off her stool, she doesn’t notice the noise around her. Her mind is on one thing. Tim.

“I have feelings for him.” She whispers. Nyla perks up. “And it stinks because he will never feel the same way.”

“Lucy I don’t think—” Nyla begins but Angela comes over and sits back down.

“Chen admitted her feelings for Tim.” Nyla tells her.

“And I missed it?” Angela says shaking her head.

“But she says Tim doesn’t feel the same way. She’s convinced that he doesn’t.” Nyla says and Lucy blinks if she were sober she would be annoyed they were talking about her like she wasn’t in the room.

Angela scoffs at Nyla’s words. She’s a little tipsy herself but she seems to know what to say. “As if. Lucy that man fell for you awhile ago and he still has feelings for you.”

Lucy scoffs but before she can say anything there’s a familiar voice behind them. “Lucy?” Tim’s voice says and she turns in her seat. Tim is standing there with his hands shoved in his pockets looking between them all. “What’s going on?” Lucy slips off her stool and stumbles. Tim reaches out and steadies her. His hand on her shoulder, and he doesn’t let go of her as he glances around at Angela and Nyla.

Lucy latches onto him and squeezes him tight and buries her nose into his chest. She hears him take an a sharp breath and then she mutters into his chest without a second thought. “You are so pretty.”

Tim huffs put a breath and tries to pull her away but she hangs on. “It’s not fair. You are so beautiful and why would you ever want to be with someone like me?”

Lucy sees Tim frown and he tightens his grip on her. “Lucy..” She doesn’t even realize what’s going on. She snuggles into Tim’s chest because if this is all she can have even if she doesn’t remember it, she will take it.

“I’m gonna take her home.” Tim tells Angela and Nyla. “I will see you later.”

Angela just shakes her head at them. “You two both need to get your heads out of your asses.” Tim grumbles something and then pulls Lucy away with him. Lucy stumbles after him and he gets her to his truck. He doesn’t open the door at first, instead he pushes her against it.

“How could you think I don’t want you?” He mumbles. She blinks at him his words barely registering and he must realize that because he opens the passenger door and helps her in. The drive is silent, Tim keeps looking over at her like he wants to say something but he doesn’t. Lucy bites her lip as her head becomes less fuzzy.

He gets her up to her apartment and into her bed. He presses a bottle of water in her hand and then leaves the room so she can change.

She changes slowly, wishing he was back in here. She sits on her bed and soon her eyes are growing heavy and she falls back onto her pillow. She doesn’t hear Tim settle down on the couch. She doesn’t hear him get up and close the door.

She closes her eyes and dreams what it would be like to be with Tim.

***

Lucy wakes up to a pounding headache and she groans trying to remember what happened last night. She smells something from the kitchen and frowns wondering if Tamara is at home instead of school. She pushes up her door and see blankets on the couch and then sees Tim in the kitchen making something. He looks up and smiles when he sees her, she makes her way over to him.

“What are you doing?” She asks.

“Making you breakfast.” He says like it’s something he does everyday. Which it’s not.

“No.” She says shaking her head. “What are you doing here at my apartment?”

Tim sighs and puts down the spatula. “I wanted to make sure you were okay after last night.” He says.

“Y-you stayed?” She asks. He frowns at her tone and licks his lips nervously.

“Was that okay? I should have—”

“No it’s fine I just don’t remember last night.” She admits. He sighs again and comes around the counter to stand in front of her.

“You said I was beautiful.” He says and there’s a small smile on his face. “And you didn’t know how I could be with someone like you which is just—”

“Oh god.” She moans putting her face on the counter. “Tim, I’m sorry. I think Angela and Nyla were pestering me and—”

“So you what you didn’t mean it?” Tim asks her his face dropping a little bit.

“I—” She starts and then closes her eyes and it all comes rushing back to her.

I have feelings for Tim. But he can’t feel the same way.

“Lucy.” Tim says. “Do you remember what I said?”

She shakes her head and he steps between her legs and puts his hands on her shoulders. “How can you think I don’t want you Lucy?”

“Wait—” Says Lucy but Tim is talking again.

“You are beautiful too Lucy. And it hurts me to think you think I wouldn’t want you when you are all I can think about.” He says. “It hurts because it’s true. I want you.”

Lucy’s eyes fill with tears as she looks up at him. “You do? Even when I was drunk and rambling?”

Tim laughs. “Believe it or not I found that endearing.”

“That’s kind of weird.” She says but she’s laughing and so is he.

“Yeah well.” He bends down and ghosts his lips over hers before he kisses her. She smiles into the kiss.”I’m kind of crazy about you.”

Lucy laughs and she feels a little overwhelmed as she pulls Tim to kiss her again never wanting to let him go.

They only let up when the smoke alarm starts beeping. Tim curses and goes to fix it. He grins at Lucy sheepishly when she looks over the counter to see burnt pancakes.

“Want to go get some breakfast instead?” He asks and she laughs. She thinks she will follow him anywhere.

***

Lucy drags Tim to the next girls night, Nyla and Angela have different questions. But Lucy takes them in stride all while curled up in Tim’s side and this was so much better than being drunk and alone.

This was so much better than anything she has ever had. She supposes girls nights aren’t so bad after all.

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mangoisms · 11 months

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i'll be the dangerous ledge (you be the parachute)

━ chapter five: go ahead and pull the pin | read chapter four

━ pairing: tim drake x f!reader

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You get the spare key to Tim. The rest of your weekend is slow, relaxed. He comes over on both Saturday and Sunday and you two do your usual thing.

Each day — and Friday evening — he volunteers to change the dressings on your injuries.

You let him.

It’s easier now, not just because he had already done it the day it happened and because you two talked about it, but because you are starting to see how nice it is to have someone take care of you. Everything between you two is better. More comfortable, more… secure, now that boundaries have been discussed.

He drives you to work for the first couple days of next week, until your knee is good enough for biking again.

You had some reservations about getting back on your bike, not because you hadn’t been on it for a while — though that was a thought — but more because you hadn’t been on it since your accident happened.

You worried it might be uncomfortable for you, but aside from some… renewed fears of falling over, it’s okay. On Wednesday, you get back to it, and by Friday, it’s like nothing ever happened.

You do have a few unsettling dreams about the incident, mostly the kind where you didn’t walk away from it. But you remind yourself that you did, that it was just an accident at the laundromat that caused everything, and not, you know, the Joker blowing up the block. A freak accident, that’s all.

Soon enough, it is Friday, and you, Ms. C, and another class of sixth graders alongside your own are on the ferry, crossing Gotham Harbor, heading south for Metropolis.

The field trip hadn’t been for the zoo there initially; it was Gotham’s, then sudden reports of animal cruelty and mistreatment came out and Poison Ivy’s wrath quickly followed, closing down the zoo with her deadly flora and fauna protecting it. The police arrested the staff but they didn’t catch her. No matter, you think. Metropolis’ zoo is probably better.

But the kids weren’t looking forward to that. Mostly, they were looking forward to being in the same city as Superman, many of them raving about the chance to see him. You personally would be quite fine with not seeing him, since, you know, the only way you could was if you were all in terrible danger and that would be hard to explain to the parents.

So, naturally, on the day of the trip, you expect the kids to be buzzing about it — about being on the ferry, dark waters gliding beneath the ship, the breeze carrying sprays of saltwater.

But nope. Not even a peep about Superman. Instead…

“The Titans? What about the Titans?” you ask, puzzled, leaning against the railing. Ms. C on your left and Amir, the aide for the other class, on your right. The teacher for that class, Mr. Chu, promptly became seasick a few minutes into the ride and stepped inside to get away from it.

Ms. C hums distantly next to you. “Who knows?”

Amir blinks. “You guys didn’t hear?”

She shrugs and turns to look out at the waves, apparently not wanting to know, either.

You do, however. “Hear what?”

They shake their head, pulling out their phone. “It’s been all over the news since yesterday. The Titans announced that one of their core members is stepping down. Well, they were cornered into it, really. Someone got a source and spread the rumor about it, so the Titans had to hold a conference about it.”

“Who was the rumor about?”

“Red Robin.”

Oh, he’s one of Gotham’s. Huh.

“Really? Why?”

They type a few things on their phone, then hand it to you.

You cup your hand over the speaker to hear what looks to be a press conference, with a primly-dressed woman standing up at a podium. The banner reads: TITANS’ RED ROBIN STEPS DOWN.

“Oh, here.” Amir leans over to turn on the captions, then turns sharply as someone yells. “Woah, hey, Brianna, don’t do that! No, I don’t care if you can swim, we went over this! You aren’t allowed to jump overboard…”

They step away to continue lecturing the pouting girl standing by the railing.

Your eyes find the captions at the bottom.

“Red Robin is not retiring. He is simply taking a step back from the team and this is perfectly fine, as the team has many members to fill in for him. As for Gotham City itself, we cannot speak for it, though the Titans would like to emphasize that the city remains well taken care of regardless.”

Amir returns to your side, smoothing a hand down their clothes.

“So, he’s stepping down,” you say, handing their phone back.

“It’s not surprising, since some of the older members have done the same, like Nightwing. They’re still involved on occasion, but they’re not out there, you know, hero-ing.”

“What about Gotham, then?”

They shrug. “People see Nightwing in New York sometimes. That’s probably what’s gonna happen. But later, I think. With this news, a lot of people are thinking things might get a little crazy around here.”

“Ah. Assuming they can try their luck?”

“Most likely.”

You feel for Red Robin in that moment. It’s not too much to ask for, to return to the other side of his life, only for those plans to be pushed off even longer as those here want to try and take advantage of his absence.

You couldn’t do it, you think. Live that kind of life, constantly sacrificing yourself. Makes it all the more important to appreciate the ones that do. You’re partial to the League but the Titans are equally as important. Without them, earth would be conquered multiple times over. And that’s just not fun at all.

The rest of the trip goes well. The kids get excited about Superman again when the ferry finally docks in Metropolis. They even get a treat when they glimpse him in the sky, accompanied with the sound of him breaking the sound barrier as he rushes off somewhere. Despite that worrying you a bit — who knows if it’s something simple, like a cat stuck in a tree, or much more dire, like aliens invading — everything is fine.

All of you are running around making sure no one gets left behind or lost, leaving you exhausted by the time you return to Gotham at five. Then you have to wait even longer to make sure each kid gets picked up.

You get back to Rose Oaks at seven. Tim had texted you two hours ago letting you know he had fed the boys and told you to come by his place for dinner.

Not one to say no to free food or being with him, you stop by your place to shower the day away and change into a pair of shorts and an old softball t-shirt, then head to his place.

“Starting to think I should just give you a spare,” he says when he pulls the door open, a spatula in his hand, lips quirking when he sees you.

“Well, you do have mine,” you agree. “Unless you did weird stuff with your unsupervised access to my place.”

“I didn’t install cameras in your bedroom or steal your underwear. Scout’s promise.”

“You were a Boy Scout?”

“Not even a little bit,” he says easily and you laugh, stepping inside.

You slip off your slides and leave them by the door. He started to implement that rule a little while after he met you. Said it just makes more sense and makes cleaning easier. You think so, too, but the fact that he did it because of you makes you all warm and fuzzy inside.

“How was Metropolis?”

“Meh. Metropolis.”

“What, not a fan?”

“The city itself is fine. But their baseball team?”

“The Metropolis Monarchs that continue to beat the Knights without fail every time they play each other?”

“It’s just perfect,” you grumble. “They don't have a Joker and they always beat us. So not fair.”

Tim chuckles, returning to the kitchen. “So, when and where are they playing each other?”

“Two weeks. Here. Can’t wait to hear all the Monarch fans complaining about having to come here. Pretentious jerks.”

He laughs and resumes his work at the stove.

The TV plays in the living room. You flop onto the couch with a grunt, glad to be off your feet.

“You can change the channel,” he calls, looking to be flipping something on the stove. At his elbow on the counter is a plate of what looks to be freshly-made chocolate chip pancakes. Your stomach rumbles at the sweet smell wafting over to you.

You turn your eyes to the flatscreen, where GNN plays.

You read the news banner at the bottom. GOTHAM CITY LOSES RED ROBIN. Looks like they’re still talking about it.

“That’s rough,” you comment, leaning back into the cushions.

“What?”

You relay it to him.

“I mean, that is sort of what’s happening, isn’t it?” he asks, shutting off the burner and moving the pan aside.

“I dunno. I guess. I just think it must suck for him.”

“Isn’t it his responsibility?” Tim asks, his back still to you as he pulls two plates from the cabinet. “So, you know. It’s only fair for people to be wondering that. To be upset.”

“I don’t agree. I mean, I don’t know this guy’s life story but he’s sacrificed a lot to do what he has, right? I don’t think it’s too much to ask for us to let him go and return to his life. ‘Cause it’s kinda crazy what people like him do.”

“They have to do it, though. Especially here.”

“Well, that’s the government’s fault. It’s good he and the others step up, believe me, but it’s also not really a sustainable model for the rest of your life, is it?”

He shakes his head. “In a perfect world, we wouldn’t need them. But we do. And now this guy is just leaving.”

You purse your lips, not used to this stubbornness from him. No, that’s not the right way to say it — you know he is stubborn. It’s more like… Tim is compassionate. Empathetic. You’ve always been supportive of the superheroes of your world and he’s agreed with you. But he’s never been like this. Uncompromising in his disapproval. Almost like it’s personal.

“Come on, Tim. Don’t be like that. I think it’s gonna be fine. Things will be crazy for a little while but when aren’t they? Let Red Robin off the hook. And give him a break. I’m sure he gets enough shit for sharing his name with a restaurant and now this.”

Tim lets out a surprised laugh and you smile, feeling the tension ease. Not just between you over the course of this discussion, but the tension within him, too. You can’t possibly understand what bothers him so much about Red Robin but you don’t think either of you can condemn him. No one can.

But of course, that is not how the world works and you know this by the heated debate going on between the hosts on the news, some strongly disapproving of Red Robin stepping down, some supportive, and others downright severe about his existence as a vigilante in Gotham in the first place.

You switch it to one of the many streaming platforms he has, navigating to The Spongebob Squarepants Movie.

Your phone vibrates with the familiar chime of your email. You groan silently, predicting an email from the school, but when you look at it, it’s from the rec center, from the instructor, Hana, who runs the pottery classes you attend bi-monthly.

You skim the message. It’s for the class next Friday. Something about… Oh. Bring a friend and you get an extra slot for the kiln and the friend gets one, too. Ohhh, very nice, actually.

See, you pay for those classes and with that, you get to use their clay and paint, as well as one free slot for the kiln each class. It’s usually enough for you but you won’t say no to two slots. Not at all…

You eye Tim’s back.

You’ll think about it.

Inviting him, you mean.

He knows you do it, having seen some of the figures and pottery you have, usually expressing his admiration for some of the more complicated pieces, like that one bowl you have with a carved squid.

“You should be an art teacher,” he had said, looking over the bowl with an impressed gaze.

“It’s just a hobby I picked up when I moved here. Had to get out and stuff and the classes were the best way to do it. I prefer my social studies. I mean, it would be great if I could, like, teach and paint and do otherwise art-related things but I don’t think admin would let me. Not unless I was a full teacher and that won’t be for a while.”

“But not impossible, right?”

“No,” you laugh. “I guess not.”

Ah, you’ll think about it.

For now, you get up and help Tim assemble your dinner. Then you two settle down for the movie, which he hasn’t seen. You’ve gotten him through the first few seasons of Spongebob — everything until season six is solid; everything after is… okay — but he still hasn’t seen this, which you think is a crime. You have fond memories of this movie from when you were a kid.

When you finish your food, you set your plate on the table and snuggle back into the cushions. Tim finishes his, then leans forward to do the same, moving them out the way so you both can put your feet up. He leans back, closer to you this time, your arm pressed to his. The contact goes straight to your head, your heart starting to pound.

To distract yourself, you gesture to the TV and say, “We absolutely need to try and make a Triple Gooberberry Sunrise.”

“You’re insane,” he says, but pauses the movie to pick up his phone and pull up Instacart. “Alright. I have the vanilla ice cream and bananas. What else do we need?”

You huddle closer, leaning your chin against his arm. “We need the candy for the face. And the chocolate. And cherries. Ooh and the cup it’s in. If possible.”

“If possible,” he scoffs, typing quickly. “The only way we’re doing this is if we have all the right tools to create an exact replica.”

“An exact replica? Should probably get another carton of ice cream. Also, I don’t think the laws of nature allow for that. I mean, not totally.”

“Hey, if they can do it underwater, we can do it in real life.”

“I like your attitude, Tim Drake.”

He shoots you a grin that makes everything inside of you heat up and you look back at his phone to try and recover, nudging his shoulder with yours.

“Do you use your actual name for orders?”

“Nope. And with that said, you mind grabbing it when it gets here?”

“No. But if the driver murders me when I do, I’m haunting you.”

“I want to say the danger involved with our Instacart driver is very low but unfortunately, we do live in Gotham, so the chance isn’t totally off the table.”

“Such is life. Well, you better tip good anyway.”

“Of course,” he says, slightly affronted, mostly because it is known that Tim tips exceedingly well. Stupidly almost. But you say almost because you live in a capitalist hellscape where most food industry workers rely on tips so, there’s no limit there, you think. Especially if you have as much money as he does.

He places the order, you rewind to a frame with the ice cream on display, then you two try to get a plan of action in order.

You fetch the groceries when they arrive and Tim takes out the ice cream. You did manage to find a frosted blue ice cream bowl that looks eerily similar to the one in the movie and together, you two shape the body of the Triple Gooberberry Sunrise with spoons. It’s a lot of ice cream and ice cream melts, so despite using spoons to shape it, your fingers are still sticky by the end of it but your lower back aches from all the laughing you two did while sculpting it, having been shooting insults at each other over your abilities to sculpt.

You shove the ice cream in the freezer in the meantime, then work on the features. You use M&Ms for the eyes and nose, then deconstruct those chunky Twizzler ropes for the smile. Tim works on the banana, cutting one in half for the arms, then another in half for the head. He offers the other half to you, which you take a bite out of, and he then finishes.

You snap a few toothpicks in half to pin the cherries to the tips of the bananas, then bring out the ice cream again to add the finishing touches. First, though, you need to add the chocolate shell at the top. Like a hat of sorts.

“Don’t blow it,” he says, watching you pop the lid on the chocolate syrup.

“I’m not gonna blow it.”

So, naturally, you do blow it.

And that sounds dramatic, you know, but it’s not. It’s just, you hold the bottle above the top of the mound of ice cream, the face already made with the M&Ms and a single Twizzler rope, and the syrup comes out more syrupy than you expect. So, you squeeze it out and it immediately drips down the face. Like right down the middle, and you both look at it for a second, then each other, and then you’re laughing so hard, you have to hold onto the counter.

Tim manages to get it together before you, finishing adding the hard shell, though it drips a little more down the sides, then adds the bananas.

And it looks…

“So stupid,” he laughs, holding onto the counter. “So, so, so stupid.”

You’re still laughing. You can’t stop laughing. But you can’t help but think he looks beautiful like this, cheeks flushed, blue eyes bright, a smile permanently etched onto his lips as his laughter fills the kitchen.

You can’t help but feel something so big, so full of warmth, ballooning in your chest until you think you might explode with it. That he gave into your wish to make the stupid ice cream in the first place. That he is always willing to indulge you. And the thought chokes you, too much to handle here, so you set those thoughts and feelings aside and look at the stupid ice cream again to get back to where you were, more mirth taking over you.

You list into him and he catches you, laughing, too.

You think that despite it looking stupid, the fact that it was made with so much joy makes it taste that much better.

(Though neither of you can finish it and you two end up in an ice cream coma on the couch, resuming the movie, and it is with great reluctance a few hours later that you peel yourself from his side and go back to your place.

This time, however, with his spare key and with the surety that he has carved out his own spot in your heart and that no one but him can fill it.

That that doesn’t matter, anyway, because you want only him.

But with that thought comes the acknowledgment that he most likely doesn’t feel the same and that’s okay.

You want him in any capacity that you can have him.

And this is enough.

It has to be enough.)

Tim is busy the next day, hanging out with friends, which is fine. You don’t mind the alone time.

You laze around for most of the day. Do some grading you still have but they’re easier assignments you finish quickly, marking them up with your blue glitter pen and making the usual smiley faces and little notes. You take a moment to appreciate the easiness of it. With it being late April, the end of the semester will come up quickly and you’ll have deadlines for final grades.

But you won’t worry about it yet.

School lets out in June, then you’re home free for the summer. That’s the nice part of working for the school. Your breaks coincide with theirs, so you get a nice summer. Nice breaks in general.

At ten-thirty, you prepare your dirty clothes to take them downstairs. You slide your basket to the living room, then step into the kitchen to grab detergent. But when you open the bottom cabinet with your supplies and reach for the tub of detergent, you find it decidedly empty.

You groan. You completely forget. You had run out of your pods and needed more. You were supposed to do that… yesterday? Probably. But after making sure the kids were picked up then being dogged by hunger and achy feet, it slipped your mind.

Ah, no matter. Tim should have some. You hope. Speaking of, you should ask to borrow his Costco card again. It’s hard to go back to buying single packs of detergent at the store. Some things just need to be stockpiled.

(Mostly so situations like these don’t happen.)

You heft your laundry basket to your hip, pull on your sandals, then grab your keys and step out.

You take the elevator one floor up, finding Tim’s apartment easily. He didn’t respond to your texts about the detergent and you don’t know if his friends are still there, so, despite the new key on your key ring, you knock.

You only get one in before the door swings open quickly and you jump. At the abruptness of the motion, then at seeing someone you definitely do not know standing there.

With unruly ginger hair, a freckled face, and an undeniable air of mischief, he grins at you in a way that has you on guard immediately.

“Hi. Are you Tim’s new teacher friend?”

“Um —”

“Bart! You can’t — oh —” Tim says your name, a little panicked, and he shoves past the guy — Bart? — giving him a look and shooing him away.

He backs off, only for two others to peek around him. A pretty girl with short, cropped blonde hair and twinkling blue eyes, then an equally pretty guy with short black hair and blue eyes. They look very curious at your appearance and you feel terribly underdressed in a pair of old workout shorts and a ratty shirt from high school.

“Guys,” Tim hisses.

They wave at you and, with a fair amount of uncertainty, you wave back.

Seemingly satisfied with that, the three of them disappear into the living room, hurried, hushed voices reaching your ears.

“Sorry,” you breathe as soon as they’re out of earshot. “I’m so sorry, Tim —”

He waves his hands, stopping you. “Hey, hey, what are you apologizing for?”

You wince. “Interrupting your time with your friends? It’s just, I ran out of detergent, so I was wondering if I could borrow a pod or two.”

“Of course,” he says immediately. “Give me a sec, alright?”

You nod and he disappears from the entryway. You hear the sound of a kitchen cabinet closing, then he’s returning, passing you two pods.

“Let me come with you,” he says, slipping socked feet into a pair of slides.

“You don’t have to —”

“It’s okay. I haven’t seen you today.” Of course, he says that with the implication that because he hasn’t seen you, he must take this opportunity now, because he —

Missed you?

Well, shit.

Your face flares with heat at the thought. Your fingers grow sweaty from holding the basket. You try to compose yourself as Tim shuts the door behind him and locks it.

“Anyway,” he goes on, turning to you, the two of you starting for the elevator. “Bart didn’t say anything weird, right?”

In safer waters, you can relax.

For the most part.

“He just said something about me being your teacher friend. So, no.”

Tim visibly relaxes, pressing the button to go down as you stop in front of the elevator.

“Good. He can be… a handful sometimes. The other two you saw were Cassie and Conner.”

“Well, tell them it was nice to meet them. Sort of.”

He exhales a laugh, running a hand through his hair. He’s in a forest green t-shirt and jeans. Simple clothes, by any means, yet devastatingly handsome as usual. Man.

Ding. The doors slide open. A man steps out and you two step in. He presses the button for the ground floor.

“You do yours today?” you ask, wiggling your basket in indication of your question.

“No, I’ve been with the others pretty much all day. I’ll have to do it tomorrow. Or later tonight when they leave. If they ever leave.” He says the last part mock-exasperated, rolling his eyes, but you can spy the fondness tugging at his mouth.

“Be more grateful,” you tease.

“Say that when you’ve handled them all day,” he shoots back.

You chuckle, turning to watch the numbers tick by.

“So,” he starts a minute later, regaining your attention. “I’ve been thinking about what you said. About stepping back from WE. I think… you’re right.”

“Yeah? Gonna try, um, wedding photography?”

“I’m not that desperate yet,” he chuckles. “To be honest, I’m not totally sure what I will do. Get back into photography, yeah, maybe some tennis, but only if someone agrees to play with me…”

“I’ll play tennis with you if you play catch with me one of these days.”

“Done,” he says easily. “Anyway, I’m still trying to figure it out and I told Lucius I wasn’t completely out of it. If R&D needs help, I’m happy to, but… no more office visits.”

“Probably for the best. Was your family okay with it?” And by family, you specifically mean Bruce.

“They were okay with it. I think they might’ve expected it,” he admits, a tad sheepish. “In any case, I just wanted to let you know that you were right.”

You shake your head. “All that matters is that you’re happy, Tim. Anything else is —” you wave a hand “— whatever.”

“Well, still,” he says, and his voice is soft, and so is the look in his eyes. “Thanks.”

You smile and look away, cursing the way your heart stutters at the expression on his face being directed at you.

It’s quiet the rest of the ride down. You start humming Ocean Man when it get too quiet.

His eyes crinkle with a smile when he recognizes it. “I haven’t been able to get it out of my head.”

“It’s a good song,” you say. “Like the kind of song you play driving down the coast. But, like, the coast coast. Not whatever Gotham’s got going on.”

“Yeah, I don’t think the backdrop of our polluted waters will go with it too much.”

You snicker.

He holds the laundry door open for you and you nod your gratitude in response, heading for the washers.

“If you wanna head up, you can,” you tell him, opening a few and inspecting the inside to see which is good enough for you.

He shrugs, hands tucked in his pockets, leaning on the washer next to the one you decide is good. “Like I said. Haven’t seen you today.”

Well. You’ll hardly complain.

“And I was thinking,” he starts, a forced kind of nonchalance in his voice that gets your attention, even as you dump your clothes into the washer.

“That’s never good.”

He rolls his eyes, wry grin tugging at his lips. “Well. I know you expressed some grievances over the Monarchs coming to play the Knights…”

“Yeah?” you ask, eyebrow raising. You toss in the pods, then pull out your phone. They finally fixed the app, so you no longer have to go the old-fashioned way. You still prefer it, but one does get tired of their hands smelling like coins.

“And,” he goes on, blue eyes twinkling with something that makes warmth spool in your chest like cotton candy. “I thought, since when we went the Knights won their first ever Opening Day match… maybe we should go to this game, too.”

“You didn’t.”

“I did,” he says, pleased, pulling out his phone and brandishing an email, confirming a purchase of two tickets to the game in two weeks, on Saturday.

“Tim!”

“Hey, I’m just doing my due diligence in making sure the Knights have a fair shot at beating the Monarchs.”

“What does that mean?” you ask, flabbergasted.

He shrugs, smiling still. “Well, since it was your first ever game for them and they won… doesn’t seem too far-fetched to say you’re their good luck charm.”

“That is not how that works,” you say, and yet, you’re unbearably happy, mostly at the thought of him doing this for you. “You didn’t have to do that. I could’ve paid for my ticket —”

“No, no, this is my — what do you call it? My civic responsibility to society as the son of a billionaire.”

“That was — a joke…” For the most part. Funny how it’s easier to say that when you don’t know him or his family, but when you do, it’s almost uncomfortable.

But of course, it is not exactly incorrect, either.

Tim has a lot of money. Bruce Wayne has a lot of money. You do not.

Your face burns with heat. “Thanks, Timmy. That’s… really nice of you.”

Too nice, maybe. Much too nice.

“I don’t mind,” he says and it sounds like he means it, too, that soft look in his gaze again. Your stomach swoops like you missed a step going down.

“Besides,” he adds, the two of you heading for the door again. “I was thinking we could get something to eat beforehand. Something light since I know you said no baseball game is complete without a hot dog… but in that case, you can pay for that.”

“I will pay for that,” you mutter.

He laughs. “See? Fair’s fair.”

Easy for him to say.

But you’d be lying through your teeth if you said any of this displeased you.

It’s Tim, after all.

With him, you’re weak, like putty in his hands. He doesn’t know that, you think. Doesn’t know how much he means to you, how much you would do for him.

But he can’t know. Because knowing that means knowing the depth of your affection, too, and that is a secret you’ll keep locked away until the end of your days.

(Thinking that is dangerous, you know. Because it’s Gotham and nothing is impossible in Gotham and you hardly want to tempt fate.

Doesn’t make it any less true, though.)

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1. i know they really try to pass batman and the others off as urban legends these days but. it doesn't make much sense when you consider the notoriety of say, the justice league or as seen here, the titans. you can't just have a team of superheroes and not have the public not knowing shit about that. however, i will say i do think they can still balance fear and myth while being well-known. bruce definitely can anyway

2. on that note, it always made more sense to me that the justice league, the titans, and basically all the superhero teams have to have some kind of pr team/department. they're super-powered or otherwise very talented but i think both the distance of a pr team is needed, as well as the fact that, well, that's strictly their job, to get the teams out of any messes they create. additionally, there has to be some kind of bureaucratic element to all of it, at least regarding who joins on missions and what not. basically, i don't think they would let teams of superheroes run around without supervision. not to say they're, like, extensions of the government because That Would Be Bad but... you know? gotta have accountability

3. the early seasons of spongebob are great and so is the movie. peak childhood moments for me and still now tbh. it's just very nostalgic. also as we all know food just looks so much better in cartoons and the triple gooberberry sundae is one of those things too. also kind of insane that they made him, like, drunk off it. old 2000s childhood tv shows are just insane in general

4. ocean man is a deeply excellent song and i was first introduced to it through the spongebob movie and i still regard it dearly. even if its silly its fun and catchy ok

reblogs are appreciated!

#tim drake x reader #red robin x reader #tim drake x you #red robin x you #dc comics x reader #dc comics x you #dc comics imagine #tim drake x y/n #red robin x y/n #tim drake imagine #red robin imagine #batfam x reader #batfam x you

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fruit-of-infidelity · 1 year

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♱ DIABOLIK LOVERS: Haunted Dark Bridal ー Sakamaki Ayato | Maniac 3½ ♱

⌜ Scene: Flashback ー Entrance Hall ⌟

Ayato: Race you to the bottom!

Laito: You’re on.

ー A young Ayato and Laito slide down the staircase railing. ー

Woah~!

Ayato: Hehe, you’re too slow, Laito!

ー Ayato slides off first. ー

Score! I easily beat you!

Laito: You cheater~. You know that railing is a tad steeper than this one.

Wanna go again? Give me a head start, and I’m sure I’ll beat you, nfu.

Ayato: You can try, hehe. We got nothin’ else to do.

This beats that stupid ball that guy’s hosting, after all. I don’t wanna be stuffed into a suit all night… Gramps* always does the collar up really tight.

ー They race up the stairs again... ー

Laito: Ready? Three, two, one…

Ayato: Go!

ー And off they go! ー

Heheh, you’re still no match for the Great-Ayaーー

ーーGah!!

ー Ayato slides right off, onto the floor. ー

Laito: Ayato-kun…!

You flung right off the end! Are you okay?

Ayato: Fuck… Scrapped my knee.

Ryuuto: …There!

Ayato: …!?

Ryuuto: I told you they both had wandered off to cause trouble.

Richter: Goodness, you were right.

Laito: Aah? Looks like Uncle’s come to escort us back to the crowd?

Richter: …Tut. Look what happened to your knee from messing about, Ayato.

At any rate, you’re lucky it was me Ryuuto informed, not your Mother.

And, you are lucky that I am intending on keeping this between us four; Tonight’s ball is dedicated to her, so do try to not ruin it.

Come along now, before your Father grows curious at your disappearance…

Ryuuto: Fufufu.

Ayato: …Snitchin’ loser.

ー The scene remains in the entrance hall, but at the present day. ー

Subaru: …Che, what’s that girl doin’? Makin’ us wait out here for her.

Laito: Maybe Bitch-chan need’s some help with her uniform? I’ll be happy to lend a hand, or two.

Ayato: Lay off.

Laito: Phew, icy~! What’s gotten under your skin, nfu?

Reiji: …Ayato, please do not swing on the railing. Need I scold you anymore for such a thing at your age?

Ayato: Shuddup, get off my ass.

Kanato: If it snaps under your weight, you will go plummeting onto the marble tiles…

Ayato: “Under your weight”!? You callin’ me fat!?

Kanato: What’s that Teddy? “With all that Takoyaki”… hehe.

Ayato: That’s rich, comin’ from the guy that shovels sweets into his mouth like there’s no tomorrow! You watch your words!

ー Yui rushes to meet with everyone. ー

Yui: I-I’m sorry…!

I didn’t realise I was running late for school!

Ayato: You took your sweet damn timーー

ーーHuh!?

ー The railing creaks. ー

Laito: Eh? Is that the…

ー It suddenly gives way and breaks! Ayato falls backwards. ー

Ayato: Waah!!

Yui: A-Ayato-kun!

Shuu: …Heh.

Reiji: Good grief, I did warn him.

━─┉┈◈ Selection ◈┈┉─━

　　❈ Run down to him!! ( ♥ )

Yui: ( He fell right to the bottom floor!! )

Oh no!

Hang on, Ayato-kun! I-I’m headed right down!

　　❈ Call out to him!!

Yui: Ayato-kun! A-Are you alright!?

Ayato: Gnn…

Yui: ( I-I can’t tell from up here if he’s okay. )

W-Wait a moment!

━━─┉┈┈◈◉◈┈┈┉─━━

ー She rushes to meet him at the bottom. The others follow. ー

Kanato: I wonder if he split his skull open?

Shuu: I wouldn’t be surprised…

Subaru: Then the guy should be fine then; He’s not got much goin’ on up there anyway, so what harm’s a little bump gonna do?

Yui: That’s not funny, Subaru-kun! This is serious.

Ayato: Sh-Shit…

ー He goes to sit up. ー

Yui: D-Don’t move so quickly, Ayato-kun! You might have hurt yourself…!

Reiji: …Stand up, already. We are already pushing being ten minutes late to school.

Yui: W-Wait, but…

Reiji: He is a Vampire, he will be perfectly fine within a few minutes.

Yui: ( How can Reiji-san be so sure…? )

Maybe Ayato-kun should stay here for a bit? That was a rough landing…

I’ll be sure to explain it all to our homeroom teacher, later.

Ayato: …No.

ー Ayato stands now. ー

Don’t go blabbin’ about somethin’ little like this.

Yui: …!?

Ayato: I don’t need you to look out for me.

ー He walks off toward the door. ー

Reiji: That is settled, then. Let us get into the limousine at once.

Yui: ( I was only making sure he was alright… )

Laito: …Nfu, I think Ayato-kun’s embarrassed, you know.

For the record, Bitch-chan? If I have a nasty little fall like that, you’re more than welcome to tend to me at my bedside, nfu.

Unless… that special treatment reserved only for Ayato-kun~?

✥ TO BE CONTINUED ✥

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← [ ✥ Maniac 03 ✥ ]⎥ [ ✥ Maniac 04 ✥ ] → 　　　　[ ✥ Maniac 7½ ✥ ]

━━─┉┈┈◈ Notes ◈┈┈┉─━━

　　1. I took inspiration from @dialovers-translations phrasing here for the servants when the boys were younger, as it does flow far nicer than “the butler”, or the like. Besides, it’s what Ayato calls one of them in his Young Blood, too!

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#ayato sakamaki #sakamaki ayato #ayato sakamaki route #sakamaki ayato route #ayato route #haunted dark bridal #haunted dark bridal mini chapters #diabolik lovers oc #diabolik lovers #hdbayatominichapters

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bisexualbumblebee-writes · 11 months

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The Insiders Chapter 8: Tuff Scars & Muddy Footprints- Sodapop Curtis x Charlie Ikeda

Word Count: 2.2k

April 17, 1965

Soda sat on the couch with the rest of the gang (save for Charlie and Tuesday, who were in the latter’s room doing god knows what. He’d been watching tv when a knock was suddenly heard at the door. Upon looking up he smiled when he saw Ruth standing on the other side of the screen door, though he was concerned when he realized that she looked worried. Darry was the one to answer the door.

“Hey Ruth, what’s up?”

“I heard something from one of Sean Brown’s friends this morning at the gas station. I think you’re gonna wanna hear this,” she said almost too quickly for the others to understand her.

“Sean Brown?” Soda repeated, remembering the name that Darry put to the face that hurt his younger brother and sister. Darry stepped back and let her in.

“Woah, slow down. Take a deep breath” he coached gently, leading her to the couch and allowing her to sit down. All eyes were on her as she took a deep breath before speaking.

“Sean’s best friend, I think his name was Henry or something, I heard him at the gas station earlier today talking about the rumble,” she started. Darry took a moment to close the door before retaking his seat in his armchair.

“What did they say?”

“It’s not just gonna be Sean’s friends there,” the woman explained. “Remember that guy Paul you used to be friends with? He rallied a few other guys and they’re not coming empty handed.” The man huffed.

“And you’re sure that they’re bringing more?” Ruth nodded without hesitation.

“He literally met with Paul to make sure he was bringing people.”

“And you said they’re planning on fighting dirty,” Darry confirmed as he looked at Dally, who nodded.

“I saw them swapping blades.”

“So what does that mean for you guys?” Ruth asked worriedly.

“It means we have to fight dirty too,” Soda shrugged, but Darry shook his head.

“No,” he objected. “No, we're not fighting dirty. I’m not letting anyone bring blades or anything, you’re gonna keep them all here. We’re not like that, I don’t want everyone getting arrested or killed.”Soda stared at him in disbelief.

“Darry if we go in there without at least blades then we’ll get killed.”

“I’m not letting you go with a blade, Soda. You know if they caught a soc and a greaser with a blade the greaser would be the one in the slammer, no question,” Darry retorted, leaving no room for argument. Soda huffed and crossed his arms.

“It don’t feel right.”

“It’s not right but it’s what’s gonna happen,” the oldest Curtis said before sighing. “I really don’t wanna fight.” Dally laughed at that.

“Dar, we’re gonna get our ass kicked if you don’t fight with us,” he pointed out, earning a nod of agreement from Soda.

“Yeah Darry, you’re the strongest out of all of us.”

“I’ll go if you promise no fighting dirty,” he responded cautiously. Soda sighed.

“Alright, fine.” Once the boy agreed Darry stood.

“I oughta get ready then.” With that he walked away, leaving the rest of the gang to prepare for the rumble. Soda messed around with Steve, even starting an arm wrestle with him after they got a little too rowdy. After almost ten minutes of preparing and messing around, Darry finally grabbed his keys.

“Alright boys, let’s roll,” he called. Soda and Steve were the first ones out, heading out into the rain without hesitation with the rest of the gang following them. The ride was short but loud as the boys hyped themselves up.

Tim’s gang was already in the lot when Darry drove up. For a moment Darry and Tim talked, the former thanking Tim for helping them out with the rumble, before a gaggle of cars lined up on the other side of the lot and socs poured out of them. Ruth had been right about being outnumbered, the socs were almost double the greasers. Sodapop stood behind Darry with his arm resting on Ponyboy’s shoulder, looking unbothered despite how nervous he felt. He prayed that they would be able to pull this off. One of the socs - Soda thought his name was Jack - was the one to step forward and talk to Tim and Darry, who stood at the forefront of the greasers. Soda couldn’t hear what was said, but before he knew it, Jack delivered a punch to Tim’s jaw, signaling that the rumble had begun.

Charlie laid face down on the ground attempting to catch her breath. Sodapop, who’d been helping other greasers up and celebrating their victory, only noticed her when she flipped onto her back in her attempt to breathe properly. His eyes widened in shock, he had no idea she was there. He, along with his brothers and Dally had specifically instructed both her and Tuesday to stay out of the rumble and away from the lot in general. By all means she shouldn’t have been in the lot. So, it was safe to say that he was surprised.

“Charlie?” He questioned, bewildered, as he jogged over to her and crouched beside her. After taking a moment to help her sit up and wipe some mud away from her face he spoke again.

“Hey, it’s alright,” he muttered, though he was also trying not to panic. It was only then that Sodapop realized she was trying to say something. In between gasps for breath she managed to get one word out - well, technically a name.

“Tuesday.” The mention of his sister's name alarmed him.

“What about Tuesday? Is she here too?” He questioned urgently, looking around. By now most of the greasers had gone to either celebrate or clean their wounds which meant he could see the few remaining people clearly. He couldn’t see Tuesday anywhere.

“Tue- she stabbed Sean,” Charlie explained shakily as she tried to stand, becoming more panicked by the second. “Tue- TUESDAY!” She shouted frantically. For a moment Soda could only stare at her in shock.

“She stabbed-“ his eyes fell on a body just a few feet away from them and he stood up quickly. “Oh my god.” Charlie, too weak to continue standing, fell back to the ground as Soda attempted to calm himself down. A boy was stabbed. His sister did it. Said sister was nowhere to be seen. He could hear sirens faintly blaring - someone had called the cops. They couldn’t stay there much longer unless they wanted to end up in jail. He needed to get Charlie out of there.

“O-Okay we need to go,” he finally muttered more to himself than anyone else. Without another word he bent down and swooped Charlie up, beginning to head back to his place. The girl shook her head quickly and pulled at his shirt, calling Tuesday’s name desperately, not wanting to leave her behind.

“She’s not there Charlie,” he informed her quickly. “I didn’t see her anywhere. And I didn’t see Dally either - he probably has her.” The girl sniffled, trying not to cry as Soda picked up his pace, then shook her head.

“I’m sorry.”

“Shh it’s okay, it’s okay” he whispered as he finally arrived at his house. He set her down so he could open the door then led her inside. Darry and Ruth were in the living room, and both looked up when the door opened. Charlie frowned when she realized her best friend wasn’t there either, which made Darry furrow his brows.

“You guys okay?” Soda stared at him for a moment, hesitating, before answering.

“Some…Something happened Darry,” he started slowly, licking his lips nervously. Charlie walked over to the couch (barely able to do so) so she could sit.

“Where’s Tuesday?” She asked, barely able to keep herself together at this point.

“She hasn’t come home yet as far as I know,” Ruth answered. “I’ve been sitting here since everyone left.” Darry stood up, obviously becoming more worried by the second.

“What happened? What is it?”

“Tuesday went to the rumble tonight, and she brought a blade,” he explains carefully. It felt weird to say. The mental image of her holding a blade for any reason was odd to him. Darry seemed to feel the same because he shook his head in disbelief.

“No- she didn’t- I- she was there?” He asked, starting to lose his cool. Charlie covered her face as tears began streaming down her face. Soda hugged her close to him as he nodded, sighing afterwards.

“She and Charlie were there. She got Sean Brown, Darry.”

“Oh my god,” Ruth breathed out in shock.

“She’s gonna get arrested,” she cried as Darry walked away, Ruth following. Soda shook his head.

“She’s not gonna get arrested,” Soda responded quickly. “I think we’re the only ones that knew that you guys were there. Well, us and Dally.” The girl shook her head and sniffled, likely not believing him. He merely kissed the top of her head before continuing.

“It’ll be okay Charlie,” he whispered, rubbing a comforting hand up and down her back. They stayed like that for a few minutes before Charlie spoke.

“I’m sorry,” she repeated for what felt like the hundredth time to her. The boy merely shushed her in a gentle tone.

“It’s okay Charlie. You didn’t know this would happen.”

“I gave her the blade,” she admitted quietly, surprising him.

“Wait, what?” He asks confusedly. “Why?”

“She said she wanted one- I was scared she wouldn’t be able to defend herself,” she reasoned, earning a sigh from the boy as he ran his hand through his hair. He wanted to be upset at her for giving Tuesday a knife, but he knew deep down that he would have done the same thing if his sister asked him for one.

“Okay, it’s okay. You can’t blame yourself for this Charlie, she’s the one that wanted it.”

“But I’m guilty,” she muttered. “I should just- I should confess to it, I don’t want her to- I feel so bad,” she ultimately decided, standing up afterwards. Soda was quick to shake his head at the notion.

“No no no,” he said quickly, resting his hand on her shoulders and carefully pushing her down on the couch. “None of that. For all we know Sean couldn’t even tell that it was Tuesday. Both of you were disguised, and it was raining, which means he may not have known who he was up against.” Charlie sighed then pressed a hand to her face, wincing afterwards. That was Soda’s reminder that Charlie had been hurt in the rumble, so he pulled away to examine her face.

“What’s the damage?” Charlie looked up at him, giving him a full view. She had a split eyebrow that would probably leave a scar and blood running down her face, out of her nose and mouth. Soda frowned at the sight then looked around, grabbing the med kit he assumed Ruth had used on Darry before they’d arrived.

“Hold still, okay?” Charlie but her lip nervously.

“I don’t know, Soda. I’m not great with this stuff,” she warned.

“Would you do it for a kiss?” He joked, attempting to lighten the mood. And it worked, Charlie made a worried face but it was obvious she was trying not to laugh.

“Maybe,” she finally answered. “Just- I’ll be fine.” The boy nodded and poured alcohol on a cotton swab.

“This is gonna sting,” was the only warning she got before he pressed the soaked cotton ball to her cut. The girl hissed in pain and gripped his knee for support.

“I know, I know,” he cooed gently. “I just need to stop the bleeding. Hang tight.” Charlie grunted in pain.

“I should’ve taken that guys blade, he really fucked me up, huh?”

“Just a little,” Soda joked as he unwrapped a bandaid. “Don’t worry, it makes you look tuff.” That made her laugh.

“My eyebrow is gonna be split, huh?” She asked, flinching when he placed the bandaid over the scar.

“It’ll heal for the most part, but I do think it’s gonna scar.”

“Thanks doctor Curtis” she joked, batting her eyelashes at him once he finished.

“Only the best for my favorite patient,” he played along with a toothy grin as he put everything away.

“How could I ever repay you?” She asked with a giggle, kissing his cheek afterwards.

“Maybe with a few more those kisses and some cuddles.” he suggested playfully, swooping her up

“Good deal,” she responded with a smile as her arms wrapped around his neck. The boy chuckled and carried her up to his room, laying her down in his bed. Immediately she rolled over and curled up, stealing all of the blankets. Soda snorted and laid down, wrapping his arms around her.

“That’s fine, it’s not like I’m cold or anything over here,” he teased, making her laugh and roll closer to him.

“Fine, we can share.”

“Thank you,” he muttered before grabbing some blankets and settling in, pulling her close to him. “Night Charlie.” He received no response, however, as Charlie had already fallen asleep. A small smile settled on his face and he pressed one more kiss to her temple before closing his eyes, allowing sleep to take him.

#the outsiders #the outsiders imagine #sodapop curtis #sodapop imagine #sodapop x oc

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thisiswhereikeepdcthings · 2 years

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Damian: Stephanie!

Steph: Woah, slow down there kiddo. What’s up?

Damian: I need you to sign these papers so Father can adopt you.

Steph: No can do, my feral summer child. B knows I’m not gonna do that.

Damian: You don’t understand! I NEED you to be my sister.

Steph: Aww, I love you too.

Damian: I have too many brothers and I need to rectify this immediately.

Steph: And this is the only way?

Damian: Killing would be frowned upon apparently. Even if I was doing the entire world a favor

Steph: And what, you can’t find anyone else? I love ya kid, but I’m not signing that.

Two weeks later

Steph, over comms: Seriously? Is no one else coming out tonight?

Tim: Uh… You should probably come over.

Thirty minutes later

Steph: Okay so what’s the big d-

Bruce: *is frantically dishing up ice cream for two little girls sitting at the kitchen table who look like they might start crying at any minute*

Steph: Ah. Umm…

Damian: Look!

Steph: Yep, I uh, I see that.

Damian: You told me to find a sister and I found TWO!

Steph: *laughs nervously* Okay so that’s not exactly what I said…

Bruce: Please tell me you didn’t…

Steph: Uh, congratulations?

#stephanie brown #damian wayne #bruce wayne #bruce wayne and his serial adoption tendencies #as now done without his knowledge or input #tim drake #batkids #batfam

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butwhyduh · 3 years

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Sex Pollen

Jason Todd x reader

Beginning Tim Dick Bruce

Summary: all of the batboys are dusted with Poison Ivy’s sex toxin and think they’ve taken an antidote. It didn’t quite work. This is the story about what happens to Jason.

Warning: smut. It’s on sex pollen so there is a dub con warning despite the fact that they are willing participants.

He swung on his grappling hook over to his bike. Jason quickly swallowed the pill before leaving. He wanted to go back to your place to have sex with you but not on crazy super viagra.

It took him no time at all zipping through the side streets and alleyways before getting back to your place. He took one last look that probably got him in trouble before coming up. It was a picture of your smiling face. You bit your bottom lip between your teeth and held your shirt up in such an angle that he got a perfect view of the bottom of half of your bare breasts. You had written the message ‘waiting for you Todd.’

“Baby,” he called out walking in the apartment. You were laying on the bed on your stomach. A college textbook and notebook lay on the bed in front of you and you chewed on the end of your pen as your feet kicked behind you. Jason thought you looked adorable.

“Hey Jay. You’re home early. Everything good,” you asked.

“Yeah perfect. I just need a shower,” he said with a smile. You nodded and went back to work.

It was in the shower that Jason noticed something was off. The water felt so hot and his body was so flush. His mind couldn’t help but think of you. Mainly in the most sexual ways he could imagine. On your knees as he hit it from behind. On your knees taking his cock. On you back on the bed grabbing his ass, pulling him deeper. Jason shook his head as he realized he had a full in boner in the shower. Was he 15? You were right on his bed. He didn’t need to fantasize. But he wanted that gone because it’s a little embarrassing to go full mast when you were just studying. He dried off and successfully settled down before coming out to see you still studying.

“Get my message,” you said with a lopsided grin and he felt a tingle shoot directly to his dick. What the fuck? Calm down.

“Yeah, you look good. You look so good,” he said pulling you off the bed. You gasped as your notebook fell to the floor and you were pulled to the tall man’s chest.

“Jason! What has gotten into you,” you asked as he rubbed again you. Jason kissed you deeply, pushing his tongue in your mouth before pulling back.

“I’m hoping to get into you, Princess,” he purred.

“Wow. What happened on patrol to get you like this?” You asked slipping out of his arms with a smile. You straightened your ponytail. He suddenly stopped.

“Sex pollen,” he suddenly said. “Fuck.”

You looked at him confused and his eyes widened. He was on sex pollen and had spread it to you. You touched your lips with your fingers and he couldn’t look away. The first tingle of the pollen.

You turned and looked at him like you wanted to eat him. “Jason,” you breathed. You grabbed him and pulled him close.

“Fuck,” he said looking at you. You’d never looked him like that before. “Sex pollen,” he started before you pulled him down to kiss you. Jason let you slid your tongue in his mouth while gripped his hair. You pulled back for a breath and he tried again. “We’re on sex pollen.”

“Yeah? Fuck me,” you said pulling his towel off. Jason felt his grip on reality slip as you pulled off your clothing. “I need you,” you panted and he whined.

“I’ll give you anything you need. Anything,” he said and you felt a pulse in your pussy. You felt like you were dying for him. Jason pushed you on the bed and hovered over you. His lips nipped at your throat and you moaned as he left hickeys along your pulse points. He rubbed his dick against you as he kissed you.

But it wasn’t enough. “I need you,” you said and he agreed. “It hurts. I need you in me,” you whimpered.

He slid in one movement. You gripped his arms so fucking tight. Jason liked to go slow and build up pleasure but right now the only thing he could think about was fucking you. Your hips jumped to meet his and you both moved furiously towards your orgasm. After just a few minutes you both came. Jason pulled out and you whined.

“No. I need more,” you gasped and pulled him back towards you.

“Woah, give me a breath, Actually, don’t,” he said looking down before smirking. Before Jason could move, you flipped on top of him. You sunk down on him quickly. He inhaled at the suddenness. You started bouncing at a fast pace. He palmed your breasts as they bounced too.

“Fuck you look good, Princess,” he growled. His hips snapped up to meet yours. You whined and threw your head back. You weren’t going to last long and neither was Jason.

Jason grasped the back of your neck and pulled you down to kiss him again. His hand slid to the front of your neck and his thumb brushed against your throat. Not choking but just enough to remind you that he was there. You leaned into his touch.

You were so close but he pulled out and flipped you both over. You whined and pulled at his hips. Jason thrust back in.

He rubbed your clit quickly and you came with a loud moan. Jason grinned before going back to rubbing. You gasped at the over sensational.

“I don’t-“ you started incoherently.

“One more. Come on baby. Just one more. I know you like it the way you’re gripping me,” he growled in your ear and you gasped and whimpered your way to another orgasm. This time Jason joined you.

He pulled out only to kiss you deeply. His hands roamed your body and he groaned in your mouth. “Every sound you make sets me on fire,” Jason whispered as he kissed down your throat. “You smell delicious.” He rubbed against you and kissed your skin furiously.

“Delicious? What are you mmmn what are you doing?” You asked as he was slightly trembling.

“I don’t want to hurt you. It hurts to stop but I don’t want to hurt you with too much,” he said and your head spun.

“Lay back,” you said and he gave you a confused look but flipped. “I’m going to blow you.” And he fucking whined.

You climbed between his legs to grasp his cock that was painfully hard. You started stroking before putting your lips around the tip and licking. Jason grip the sheets like he was going to rip them. You moved along his length, taking him deeper and he started making little strangled moans. You took the part that wouldn’t fit in your mouth and stroked with one hand. His hips jumped a little.

“I’m close,” he warned as he always did. You took him deeper and he gasped. “You don’t have to- fuck Princess,” he cursed before cumming in your mouth.

As soon as you pulled away, there was a tap at the window that caused Jason to jump up. He moved over to open it once he noticed what it was. He took down a vial of grey liquid from the Wayne Enterprise drone and gave you one. He sat next to you kissing until the antidote kicked in after a few minutes.

“Let’s get washed up?” He asked and you both moved to the shower. You were exhausted. Jason looked at the little red marks he left on your neck and kissed them soothingly under the warm water. After drying off, he insisted on carrying you to bed where you both curled up naked.

“That was great but never again,” you said and he chuckled.

“Agreed. And don’t expect morning sex. That was enough for a while,” Jason said kissing your forehead.

“Yeah like a week,” you retorted.

“I don know about that long. We’ll see,” he said closing his eyes. Yours were pretty damn heavy too.

“I give you 2 days tops,” you said.

“You know me so well.”

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mental-dilemma · 3 years

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DATPT part 5

The boys have a conversation with Bruce before all hell breaks loose.

we're gonna ignore the fact I haven't posted in months, for compensation can I give you an extra-long chapter? BTW yes I did finish editing this during class, I'm also not great with pranking siblings, and since this was the way to tell them bout Marinette/Ladybug I ran with it.

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“Ok, Damian, have fun.” Dick turned to his brothers. “Well, boys it looks like we’ll have the apartment to ourselves Damian’s staying with Marinette tonight.”

“And you're ok with that?!” Jason asked, shocked Dick would let their youngest brother stay over with his girlfriend.

“Oh don’t give me that they’re both eighteen now and something tells me Marinette’s parents will keep more than one eye on them. So what do you guys want to do tonight.” The three brothers had decided that this trip to Paris would also be family time, especially considering how they didn’t really get any of that during the year.

“Movie?” Tim asked.

“Which one.” Jason was not watching another

“How bout this one?” Tim picked up the box that Damian had left sitting out on the coffee table earlier that morning. Jason plucked it from Tim’s hands and began reading the title. “Night of the living statue. Are you sure this doesn’t even seem scary?”

“I mean there’s always the crowbar wielding clown we could watch.”

“Oh yeah, that one got burned a while ago.”

“Fair enough.”

“So Night of the living statue it is,” Dick said, already making the popcorn.

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“No don’t go into the basement, oh come on!” Jason was yelling at the screen.

“Jason you know they can’t hear you right?” Tim said rolling his eyes, which were illuminated by the laptop screen sitting in front of him.

“I don’t care Replacement the fact they’re doing it goes against every bit of common sense, it just doesn’t make, well--”

“Sense?” Dick supplied walking back into the room with the third popcorn bucket of the evening.

“Exactly I just don’t get it!” Jason held out his hands and made a grabbing motion for the bucket Dick easily sidestepped him and plopped down between the two.

“Ok, Tim popcorns back computers off.” He said as he finished getting settled.

“But I’m almost in, five more minutes and we get authentic Wayne manor security footage, and that’s better than any movie.

“Rules are rules replacement you agreed to the trade so you have to deal with it,” Jason said munching on popcorn.

“He’s right, and anyway if you keep going at it we’re gonna get a call from Al-” Right on cue, the video call screen popped up on Tim’s computer. He groaned before hitting accept.

“Hey, Alf good to see ya ol’ buddy ol’ pal! How’s the good ol’ USofA?” He said in an overly perky voice.

“Master Drake if I might request you stop attempting to hack onto the Batcave system it would be much appreciated.” Alfred’s voice rang over the call.

“Just hacking into security footage, huh?” Dick said glaring at Tim, Paris was a no hero weekend and Tim just broke that.

“I uh… I’m gonna go.” He said ending the call, moving quickly he closed his laptop grabbed a handful of popcorn, bolted over the couch to the room he was staying in, and closed the door.

“Well, that’s the last we’ll be seeing of him tonight,” Dick said moving to grab his phone. He opened up Alfred’s contact at called him back. “Sorry, Alfred he’s just itching to get a case. He’s gotten really bored seeing Paris like a normal person, well as normal as you can get given we’re Waynes.”

“Don’t worry about it I have one of those as well.” He panned his camera over to where Bruce was sitting cowl down at the computer in the Batcave. Dick and Jason both gave a small laugh.

“How is he doing?” Dick asked.

“Oh same as usual, sulking during the night, acting like a complete buffon during the day.” Jason laughed, Dick heard Bruce mutter through the phone, and Alfred brought the camera over to Bruce.

“Hey, Bruce how ya doing?” Dick asked innocently.

“How am I doing? Let’s see Richard, my sons hijacked the plane to go to Paris on a whim with no planning whatsoever, I got a call from Damian’s school that he was absent today. I'm also dealing with a very angry Italian ambassador, oh and with all the girls out on other missions I’m dealing with the entirety of Gotham and WE by myself for who knows how long. How do you think I feel?” The bags under Bruce’s eyes were more pronounced than usual as he berated his two older sons for a few more minutes, “now do you two have a reasonable explanation, or am I going to be feeding your asses to Harley Quinn for therapy sessions this week.”

“Damian has a girlfriend,” Dick said smoothly, Alfred and Bruce both paused, looked at each other, and burst out laughing.

“Please Dick if you’re gonna come up with an excuse at least make it a plausible one,” Bruce said while Alfred was attempting to compose himself in the background.

“I’m telling the truth, her name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She’s in his class and apparently, they’ve been dating for the last few months.”

“I’m going to search her up and if you’re lying to me it’s three therapy sessions with Quinn.” Dick shivered remembering the last time that happened, He had been suspended over a shark tank until he admitted he needed to start putting himself first. Bruce typed a few things on the computer and let out a sharp whistle. “Well, I’ll be damned.”

“See I told you,” Dick said smugly.

“That doesn’t change the fact that---” Bruce was cut off as they heard a scream come from Tim’s room.

“Sorry, Bruce gotta go check that out. Call you later.” Dick ended the video

following Jason to Tim’s room where they saw him sitting over his computer furiously banging on the keyboard.

“Woah Woah replacement if you keep that up then there won’t be any computer left to type with.”

“I don’t care! Someone cut the power and I was in the middle of checking Parisian crime records.

“Don’t freak out,” Dick said calmly, “I’ll go check the fuse box, you and Jason can go check the router. Ok?”

“Ok,” Tim said taking a breath. He put his computer aside and walked out of the room with Jason following him. Dick tried to call Damian to find out where the fuse box was, but for some reason couldn’t get a signal inside the apartment. He walked out onto the balcony waving his phone up wildly seeing if a bar would show up. He sighed as he brought his phone down. Nothing. As he turned to go back inside he felt a small pinch on his neck he moved to swat at it and he felt nothing. As he stepped forwards his eyelids began drooping, he stumbled and reached for the railing. He missed and before he slipped into unconsciousness he felt the bite of cold cement against his arms.

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When Dick woke up the sun was streaming through the living room window. He felt a weight on his stomach and when he stretched his neck up he saw Jason was lying on him, with Tim lying on the top of the pile. He laid there a moment as the night caught up to him, he began formulating who would knock them out, and how he was going to get out of this dogpile when a sharp“Ahem” sounded from the doorway. Standing there was Damian in jeans and a shirt.

“Well, it looks like you guys had a blast last night,” Marinette said poking her head in. It was the first time Dick had seen her without pigtails, instead, she had her blue-black locks tied back in a messy bun and she was suspiciously wearing Damian’s sweatshirt.

“You want to tell me why Father called me last night wanting to know all about my girlfriend and why I hadn’t told him about her yet.” Jason and Tim gave simultaneous groans of annoyance as Dick hopped up.

“Listen Damian I can explain,” He said stepping forward. He felt something hook his foot. “What the--” he got out before red paint came crashing down on top of him. Jason and Tim, both awake now, shot up trying in vain to avoid the downpour only to stumble into more strings. Before anyone could blink glitter rained down from the ceiling sticking to the paint coating the boys. A camera flash later saw them giving the death glare to Damian as he and Marinette stood off to the side trying not to laugh.

“What. the. Hell.” Dick said as he wiped paint from his eyes.

“If you want to live Demonspawn you better hope that this paint comes out,” Jason said as he attempted to shake glitter from his hair.

“If Con ever finds that picture Jason isn’t gonna be the one you should be scared of,” Tim said dangerously low. Damian finally cracked and started laughing. Collectively the three batboys stopped and looked up in shock. They hadn’t heard Damian laugh before, sure they’ve heard the evil laugh and the Robin laugh but never his laugh, it was soft light, and infectious. Before long Marinette was laughing too, while Jason Tim and Dick were all smiling.

“Ok you were right that was better than anything I could think up,” Damian said as he composed himself.

“Hey give some credit to Luka,” Marinette said, “He was the one who suggested glitter.”

Jason’s eyes widened as he realized that not only did Demon spawn pull a nonlethal prank, but Marinette was in on it. Not just Marinette but some kid named Luka too.

“Wait back up, you’re telling me you guys decided that you should knock us out, and then dump red paint and glitter on us?” Tim said blearily.

“Well, we couldn’t just come out and tell you,” Marinette responded.

“Well we could, but this is revenge for your little family trip,” Damian interjected.

“Tell us what? That you hate us with a passion? You’re an evil psychopath?”

“You know for a family of detectives you guys can be rather slow.” Marinette slammed a hand over her mouth realizing what she had said. “I’m sorry I didn’t me--”

“I love you so much right now,” Damian said gawking at her, Marinette blushed.

“Ok, will one of you two please talk to us rather than whatever,” Jason gestured vaguely to the two of them, “that is.”

“What color is the glitter?” Marinette said as she turned her attention from Damian. She sounded almost like a school teacher would when talking to children.

“Black…” The boys responded in unison.

“And what color is the paint?”

“Red.”

“So what’s red and covered in black spots.”

“Lady----- Oh for fucks sake,” Tim said slapping his hand on his forehead.

“There it is,” Marinette said triumphantly, a smile spreading across her lips. A few moments later Jason and Dick both gasped as the information finally sunk in.

“Why can’t anyone in this family be normal.” The second youngest Wayne lamented.

“Well, at least this means you can join my team and me on patrols. I bet that’ll make Paris a little more interesting.” Tim perked up.

“Woah. Woah. Woah. We can talk all that out later but you need to go get cleaned up before the paint stains the carpet.” Damian interrupted, he didn’t like the fact Marinette was talking about patrol with his brothers.

“I would like to remind you that this was your plan, Damian,” Dick said.

“It may be my plan but it’s someone else’s carpet now go.”

The three boys were shepherded to the bathroom while Damian and Marinette cleaned up the mess left in the living room. All three of them were rather impressed with the way the two of them had revealed Marinette’s identity, although it went unspoken how if anyone revealed it there would be serious consequences.

It took them over an hour to even begin making a dent in the glitter-paint combination that covered their bodies. Dick having been directly under the bucket had it the worst, with Jason coming in at a close second. Jason thought he had at least gotten out the stuff in his hair during his shower, only to look in the mirror and let out a quiet fuck. Dick gave him a questioning look, in response, Jason just pointed to his hair. Where his white streak was now stained a deep crimson. “This means war.”

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 3 years

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Satisfied, Part 42

First

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A few hours later, they were found curled up on the couch together. Marinette had found a nice place on his lap and now sat there, head resting against his chest as she put the finishing touches on Chloe’s outfit. Tim was working as well, arms slung around her waist, head resting on top of hers to see his keyboard. Occasionally, they’d pull away to chug one of the ten cups of coffee they’d stockpiled before getting right back into position.

The bats were… not prepared to find them like this. Damian groaned and walked out, muttering something about how gross they were. Jason was absolutely ecstatic, apparently seeing this as proof that Marinette was definitely going to be in the family. Dick looked a bit horrified (probably because, in his eyes, Tim had started dating Marinette basically minutes after Ladybug had admitted to having a crush on him). Bruce, however, wasn’t even paying attention to the couple themselves.

He walked over and picked up their coffee trays, much to their dismay.

“Dad, why?” Whispered Tim, who had never looked so betrayed.

“Your caffeine intake doubles when you’re together.”

“Probably because there’s two of us,” said Marinette simply, not even bothering to look up from her sewing.

“No, you both drink twice as much.”

Both of their hands paused what they were doing and they glanced at each other. Sure, they knew that their intake increased when they were around each other. They’d be stupid not to notice, considering they enjoyed each other’s company and wanted to be awake for it. But doubling their already probably (definitely) unhealthy amount was…

“I’m glad you understand. I’m cutting you kids off.”

Tim narrowed his eyes. “Would you like a reminder of what happened last time one of you guys tried to get between us and coffee?”

There was a collective wince. That prank war had not been the desired effect, and honestly they were beginning to suspect that their caffeine usage afterwards had actually increased.

Marinette, however, snickered. “Hey, sweetie, wanna move in with me?”

Tim’s eyes widened and then a grin broke across his face. “Sure, I’ll pay off your apartment.”

“Great. We’ll need to go get some more furniture this weekend, then.”

“Good, the place looks a bit plain. I’ll clear Saturday.”

“Woah woah woah sloW DOWN I THINK WE’VE SKIPPED A FEW STEPS,” said Dick.

“Desperate times,” said Marinette simply. She tipped her head back and smiled as Tim pecked her lips. Then they looked at Bruce, who was getting paler by the second. After a minute of him not relenting, she pulled out the big guns: “How do you feel about kids?”

“I’d consider it.”

Bruce quickly gave them their drinks back. “Maybe wait on the kids for a few years.”

Marinette and Tim looked at each other, then laughed as they each took a cup. “Please,” he said, “I’m not having kids.”

“Why not?” Complained Dick. “I want at least one of us to have kids! Jason and Damian are hopeless! You’re my last chance!”

Jason nodded his agreement, then narrowed his eyes and sent his brother a glare.

“No way. Kids are a lot,” said Tim, and she nodded her agreement.

“If you want kids so much then have some of your own.”

Dick scoffed and shook his head. “You three were enough, thanks.”

“Then why --?” Began Marinette, but she was cut off by his brothers complaining.

Bruce sighed and pressed his hands to his temples and walked out.

Dick crossed his arms over his chest. “At least consider having kids?”

Marinette rolled her eyes and waved him off. He gave her a pout and she made the motion again. This time he listened, sticking his tongue out at her on the way out like the mature adult that he was.

Now it was just the couple and Jason, who looked conflicted. “Mari, if you hurt him -- no, Tim, if you hurt her -- no… hm… if either of you hurt each other I’ll kill myself.”

“Jason, no --.”

“Bean, I’m breaking up with you temporarily for completely unrelated reasons.”

“TIM, NO --.”

She smiled as she finished the last stitch and glanced up at her boyfriend. He hadn’t typed in over half an hour so she’d expected him to be asleep. Apparently not. He was glaring at nothing in particular. She raised her eyebrows and pressed a tiny kiss to the corner of his mouth.

He blinked once and looked down at her, his face softening a little. “Hey.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m trying to think of a way to keep the Rogues out without making it obvious you betrayed them.”

She shrugged her shoulders slightly and set down her work. “Even if there was a way, I don’t think it’d stop them for long. They’d just walk inside normally… if ‘normally’ included mowing down guards.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Then why bother trying to think of something?”

He hesitated slightly. “Because I’d rather try and fail than do nothing and regret it later.”

She winced. She’d thought that before, so when…?

Her brain brought her back to the night she’d met him as Red Robin. They’d been four vigilantes down, Joker had broken out. Marinette had pushed the thought of it out and told herself that, with his track record, Joker would have gotten out either way. It was a flimsy excuse to avoid whatever guilt she could and, with all the hecticness of the following months, it had been enough to distract her.

But for him… The next day she’d been sent a picture of him hunched over his computer with stress lining his face. She’d brushed it off as him being stressed out because of his work, he was a CEO after all, but now that she knew he was Red Robin she was able to guess that it had been guilt.

She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest.

“I want to at least have an idea of what we’re going to do,” he said.

“But we still don’t even know what their plan is or their motives. It’ll be impossible to think of a proper way until then.”

He nodded. “And you’re going to ask soon.”

She swallowed thickly. She’d been avoiding it for a while now. Mostly because she was scared that, if she asked directly, someone (probably Harley) would figure her out and she’d be killed. Still, she nodded slightly. “I have to at some point. Planning can only get so far if we don’t know what they’re going to do.”

He nodded his agreement. “Yeah, it would be great if everyone would just tell me their plans.”

She frowned. That sounded a bit accusatory. “What do you mean?”

He rolled his eyes. “Bean, I know you’re planning something that’s probably stupid and dangerous. And I know you’re not going to tell me, because you don’t want me to stop you.”

She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. It was true.

He gave a small sigh of annoyance and buried his face in her hair. “Just promise it won’t be too stupid, please. Just say ‘I will probably not die’.”

“Of course,” she mumbled. “Would I ever do something like that?”

He snickered.

“I will probably not die. I promise,” she said after a bit.

She felt him smile against her hair.

Tim had fallen asleep, their arms wrapped around each other. She, on the other hand, was trying her hardest to stay awake. It was surprisingly difficult, despite her track record. Still, it wasn’t all that weird. Most people would find it hard to stay awake when they haven’t moved for over an hour. Especially not if they’d been awake for days on end already.

Eventually, though, all the coffee caught up to her in the worst way possible. She had to go to the bathroom, and now.

She bit the inside of her cheek and attempted to detach herself without waking him, only to feel his grip tighten. She sighed lightly. Great.

Well, she figured she’d wake him one way or another. She tipped her head up and kissed him. It took a little bit for him to respond, but eventually he kissed back, smiling. After a bit they had to pull away due to this pesky thing called air.

She smiled and reached up to cup his face. He was blinking rapidly in an attempt to wake up.

After a bit of waiting he finally seemed to shake off his exhaustion, giving her a smug grin. “I should sleep more often if that’s how you’re going to wake me.”

She smiled faintly, rolling her eyes. “You should sleep more often in general.”

“You first.”

Marinette snickered. “In your dreams, maybe.”

“If I even had them,” he said, grinning. Then, slowly, his smile lessened. “Why weren’t you asleep?”

“Couldn’t,” she mumbled.

He frowned and brought his hands up to rub the dark circles under her eyes. “Looks like you haven’t been able to sleep for a while.”

She pulled away. “Too much coffee does that to you,” she said, sending him a short smile before disappearing to the nearest bathroom. When she came back, she found Tim clicking away at his computer. She rolled her eyes with a sigh and sat next to him with her next project, which was a suit for Jagged.

He rested an arm around her and tugged her close to his side and continued to work.

“You can go back to sleep, you know.”

He smiled. “I said ‘you first’, didn’t I?”

She rolled her eyes and started embroidering. He’d been exhausted a little bit ago, he’d fall asleep soon enough.

“By the way, I hid all the coffee in the house.”

Her hand slipped and she pricked her finger. She fought between two instincts: cursing him out or sucking on her finger to make the pain go away a bit. She settled for sticking her finger in her mouth and glaring at him. He seemed to get it, though.

“You need to sleep, Bean.”

She rolled her eyes.

“No, seriously. You’ve been up for days. How are you not hallucinating?”

She gave a tiny shrug. She actually was hallucinating, she’d just learned to ignore the things that didn’t make sense. She was pretty sure that his face wasn’t flashing rainbow colors, so she pretended she didn’t see it.

“Please, just sleep,” he begged.

She didn’t respond, eyes locked on the wall in front of her.

There was a silence as he considered what to do. “I’ll tell Jason,” he tried.

She winced. That would definitely suck, Jason would not leave her alone if he found out that she wasn’t sleeping. If what they were doing wasn’t so critical, he probably would bench her, too. Still, if she could ignore her hallucinations then she might just be able to ignore him as well.

He seemed to realize that it hadn’t worked and he sighed. “Fine, then I just won’t sleep until you do.”

She gave a snicker. Even if he had a few days on her, she was far too stubborn for his threat to worry her. He’d give up soon.

Except… he didn’t. And, as it turned out, he didn’t need to wait long. Without coffee to sustain her (the boys had banded together to block her attempts to get out of the house to get some), she was close to passing out by noon.

She glared wordlessly at Tim’s semi-smug face (he probably would have looked more smug if he wasn’t exhausted) as she dropped onto her bed. Marinette rested her head on his chest and he wrapped an arm around her again.

“I’m breaking up with you.”

“Of course, bean.”

She gave a huff and wrapped her arms around him. She honestly didn’t know if she wanted him to be there when she slept. On the one hand, he was really warm and she felt comforted when he was around. On the other… he’d probably find out the real reason why she wasn’t sleeping, she tended to mumble while she slept, and half of it wasn’t her story to tell.

She was still mulling it over when she lost consciousness.

(Tw: murder)

Her hand went to her yoyo. “Lucky charm,” she said, her voice dangerously calm.

The knife felt perfect in her hands. The grip and weighting made it feel like it was made for her. And it was.

The criminal’s eyes widened and he backed up quickly, his shoes struggling to find purchase on the slick floors. He tumbled to the ground, bringing up his gun as she advanced on him.

“Stay back or I’ll shoot!”

She gave a quiet laugh. She stepped forward again and again until the gun was pressed to her stomach. “Do it.”

And he did. Well, tried, anyways. The gun clicked. Horror dawned across his face as he realized that he was out of shots.

She smiled sweetly, grabbing his wrist and kicking his elbow as hard as she could. There was a crunch as it folded in on itself. He screamed and the gun clattered to the ground beside them. She hardly paid it any mind, twirling the knife in her fingers.

And then she plunged it into him and listened to his scream. This was nothing compared to the sound he made when she pulled the knife out again. She looked him over. He’d bleed out in minutes, she didn’t have to do anything at all.

She stabbed him again. And again. And again. Long past the point where he’d been unable to speak through the blood gurgling from his throat, past the point where he’d stopped moving.

But the worst part wasn’t the blood. It wasn’t the screaming, the yelling for help, the begging for her to stop. It was the fact that she couldn’t even bring herself to feel bad about what she was doing.

Not in the moment. Not afterwards.

And especially not when Robin was lying there, broken and bloody.

She looked down at the knife in her hands, chewing on the inside of her cheek. She’d used her lucky charm. She could do miraculous ladybug and fix everything.

Robin would be fine, he’d be alive… but she’d be fixing everything.

Her eyes flicked over the man beneath her. He’d be fine, he’d be alive.

He didn’t deserve it. Just like Robin didn’t deserve to die like that.

Her gaze fell on Robin again and her grip tightened on the knife --.

(Tw over. It’s just the memory of her killing the guy who killed Robin.)

She woke up shaking. Wait, no, someone was shaking her. Or maybe both.

Tim was leaning over her, blue eyes wide with fear as he shook her shoulders. It was the only thing grounding her, really, as exhaustion threatened to pull her under again. She felt a strangled sob escape her throat as she sat up and curled in on herself.

Arms wrapped around her and she felt herself get pulled into his side. She hugged her knees and pressed her face down so he couldn’t see the tears streaming down her face. He was talking to her, she realized, but she couldn’t hear it over her own thoughts.

She didn’t feel bad about what she’d done to that guy. Why didn’t she feel bad? She certainly should. She was a hero, or at least was supposed to be. Surely it wasn’t a heroic trait, murdering people for vengeance and then only using her power to return him because she had to.

And then, when she accidentally murders someone, she couldn’t even return him to his body? How was that fair?

She slowly peeked out of her legs to see Tim, who was attempting, fruitlessly, to soothe her (“-- t’s okay now, Bean, it’s over. You’ll be okay --!”). Guilt raced through her. She shouldn’t have slept next to him. She could have dealt with it herself. Now she’d worried him and he was probably going to feel bad about making her sleep.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured, wiping the stray tears from her face. She was calming down now, she was no longer crying. “I’m really really sorry.”

“Don’t say that,” he said quietly.

“But I am.”

“And you shouldn’t be,” he muttered, kissing the top of her head.

She buried her face in his side. She didn’t bother responding.

After a bit of silence, he finally asked it: “Sooooo... what was the dream about?”

Her fingers dug into her jeans. “How much did you hear?”

“Something about ‘Robin’ and ‘help’. You were mostly just crying.”

She swallowed thickly. Great. She’d accidentally said his name. She already knew that the bats had been told that she had ‘supposedly’ killed that guy. She didn’t know if they knew that he had killed Robin.

She sighed and pulled away until they were sitting about a foot apart. Could she even tell him? Robin was the one who had died, and he clearly didn’t want his family to know…

“So it is true.”

She squeezed her eyes shut. “What is?”

“What that guy you took in said. He killed Robin and then you killed him.”

She winced, which was enough of a response. She fiddled with her hands in her lap, unable to look him in the eyes. She knew that bats were against murder, everyone knew of it. Would she get a pass if it was for revenge? Would that make it worse? Tears threatened to spill over again and she pushed herself off the bed.

“I guess if you feel bad about it…” Tim said slowly.

It was an out, but one she wasn’t willing to take. It wouldn’t be right. She shook her head slightly. “I don’t, though.”

“Bean...”

Ah. That voice. She’d never heard it from him, but everyone knew it. ‘I’m not mad, just disappointed’. She had honestly hoped she’d never hear it, but...

“I need to go,” she murmured. “Give me space.”

She ducked out the door. Her hand went to her pockets and she pulled out her phone, weaving through the house.

Definitelyforgottosleep: where r u

Therealdamianwayne: My room. Why do you ask?

Definitelyforgottosleep: ill be there soon

She pushed her phone back into her pockets and rushed to Damian’s room. He was already at the door when she got there. He took one look at her tearstained face and frowned. “Uh…”

“Tim knows.”

“Yeah, he’s known you’re Ladybug for a while --.”

“No, he knows about you.”

“Knows about --?” His eyes widened as realization dawned on him. “Damn!” He hissed, his face going pale.

He allowed her to grab his arm. They ran out the door and into the streets, weaving through crowds. Where were they going? They didn’t know, they were just concerned about getting away from the bats before news spread.

~~~

I’m back

Late

But back!!

Me: listen I’ll do fluff next time

Me, everytime: SIKE

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pink skies

a/n: i was listening to LANY at 4 am and i thought abt a date i went on w my bf and i thought this would be perfect w timmy so here we are heh enjoy and feel free to request ! lyrics are in bold

“okay i swear it may not look good but these are the best tacos in the whole city” you spoke over the loud music, pulling into the parking lot and in front of some random mechanic shop. Timothée looked at you confused, “this is an auto shop” he stated, wanting to laugh at you.

“not this place dummy, c’mon!” You smiled, turning off the car and hopping out of the drivers seat, sprinting to open timothées door before he could open it himself. Timothée looked at you, not moving as you slowly reached for the door handle, “don’t you dare open the door!” he smiled, putting his hands in his lap, as you dove to open the door he locked it, causing you to groan as he opened the car door for himself.

“You’re so mean you know that?” You pouted and he smiled, getting out of the car and kissing your cheek. “Where’s the taco shop then?” He asked, reading the names of the surrounding stores, not a single taco shop. “Oh it’s this trailer over here” you spoke, grabbing his hand.

His eyes went wide at the sight of the trailer parked in the lot of this seemingly unassuming plaza. A gas station by the road, a laundry mat, the mechanic shop you parked in front of and an AutoZone. “Mon amour im not sure if-” you cut him off before he could continue.

“You trust me?” You stopped and he looked at you, nodding slowly, “then shut up and tell me your order” you smiled, walking up to the front of the food truck. You greeted the woman in Spanish, telling her your order, after a couple minutes timothée told the lady what he wanted, you smiled at him squeezing his hand. “Okay they should be done in around 30 minutes” she spoke after you paid her, “thank you!” You spoke, walking away hand in hand with your boyfriend.

“I kinda need to pee” timothée spoke when you reached the car again, “do you think the gas station has one?” You glanced at the gas station, “no it’s too small, and either way those places are gross” you replied, scrunching your face up at the thought of a gas station restroom.

“okay well what do you propose?” Timothée asked, bouncing his leg and thinking of anything but water and peeing. “Maybe the autozone has one?” You replied, biting your lip and jumping out of the car, looking at him through the windshield as he narrowed his eyes at you, slowly reaching for the handle. “Don’t you dare chalamet!” You squealed, rushing for try and open the door before him only to fail.

“I’m never gonna lose to you just face it” he smiled proudly, you rolled your eyes, walking away and heading towards the autozone. “Okay I’m gonna need us to walk a bit faster because I’m about to pee myself Cmon” he rushed out, grabbing your hand and taking off running. You lurched coward from suprise, soon matching his pace and entering the store, smiling at the person behind the register.

“hey man do you guys have a restroom?” Timothée asked, shifting his weight, the man shook his head giving him a sympathetic smile, “okay” he sighed, rushing out into the empty parking lot once more. “thank you!” You told the man before following tim out the store. “Let’s go to the laundry mat! They have some there” you told him and without missing a beat he walked that direction. The sun was setting and golden hour was soon approaching.

You caught up to your curly headed boyfriend and you began to skip, laughing as he looked at you with a smile. “for someone who’s about to pee themselves you walk awfully slow” you teased, he scrunched his face up, running past you and reaching the doors of the laundry mat. After a couple seconds you arrived next to him, taking his hand in yours and walking in. “hold on the restrooms are only for customers so i need to exchange some coins” you spoke, getting out a $5 bill and heading to the little machine.

Timothée stood next to you awkwardly, following your every move like a lost puppy. The rays of light shone through the many windows, lighting him up. As the coins spilled out you held them in your hand, smiling at timmy. “we’re now paying costumers” you spoke, shoving the coins in your pocket and heading to the counter to ask the lady for the restroom key.

She handed you the key and you handed it to timothée, who rushed into the restroom with a smile, relief filling his body the moment he locked the door.

You waited around the little claw machine, picking out the small duck that you were hoping to win when timothée exited. Your eyes landing on the machines that you could instead a quarter and a random ring would come out, next to it some tattoos and next to that one was one with those sticky stretchy hands.

Timothée brushed past you to return the key and he smiled at you letting out a sigh. “Better?” You giggled, “much” he replied. “I wanna get this duck what do you think?” You spoke, eyes landing on the fuzzy duck. “piece of cake mon amour gimme the coins” he smirked, pushing in the coins.

“no! Go up more! other way dummy!” you spoke, leaning against the glass trying to direct your boyfriend. “Right there go!” You smiled, the claw going down, gripping the ducks head only for it to slip out last second. Timothée groaned, pushing in more coins, determined to win this stupid duck for you.

$4 later and he was no closer to the duck than before. “okay i think that enough, we used almost all our money” you frowned, timothée huffed, pouring slightly as you walked away from the machine. “I could buy you a much cuter duck anyway” he shrugged, trying to cheer himself up. “I know you could angel” you chuckled.

Walking towards the smaller machines you pointed at the rings. “it’s only a quarter let’s get some!” You beamed, putting in the quarter as a small container cake out, handing it to timmy before putting in another coin for another ring. Putting it in your pocket.

“Oh my god a sticky hand!” Timothée gushed, steak king a quarter from you and a little container came out, the sticky hand inside. He was grinning like a little kid and you couldn’t help but fall more in love with him. You put in your last quarter and got a little tattoo.

The two of you walked out of the laundry mat, giggling as you slipped on each other’s rings. “We got married at a laundry mat” he laughed and you nodded, “with 25 cent rings” you added, his smile growing. “can’t believe your my laundry mat wife” he wiped away a fake tear. “bad taste on my end if i do say so myself” you teased and he rolled his eyes. “shut up!” He laughed, frowning when you dodged his kiss. “woah chill you’re my best friend” you said, eyes going wide, his mouth dropped at your antics, making you laugh harder. “I’m kidding! I love you” you smiled, planting a soft kiss on his cheeks.

The sky was a wonderful pink, you hugged timothée, not caring that you were in the middle of a parking lot, he smiled, peeling you off him and spinning you around.

“pink skies are always so breathtaking” you sighed, looking at the sky before wrapping your arms around timothée and burying your face into the crook of his neck. “Your breathtaking” he whispered, you looked up at him. His hair was a golden brown, the pinkish lights mixing with his green eyes. “I love the way your green eyes mix with this lighting” you spoke up, smiling as he blushed.

“You know you mean the world to me right?” He replied, you nodded, “you’re my everything chalamet” a smile on your face and your heart beating fast. Without hesitation you craved your neck up, planting a kiss on his lips. His eyes fluttered closed and his arms wrapped around your waist tighter. Both of you smiled into the kiss, bursting into a fit of giggles. “I think our hearts are starting to show little timmy Tim” you spoke up, he groaned at the nickname, “way to ruin a moment.”

You both pulled away, starting to walk back to the taco truck, fingers intertwined. Timothée took out the sticky hand and started to hit you with it, even smacking your butt with it and giggling like a little boy.

Once you guys arrived back home you rushed to put the tattoo on timothée. “It says 5 minutes” you read off the little paper, holding the wet rag over the piece of paper the tattoo is on. Timothee sat atop the kitchen counter, his sleeve rolled up and his bicep exposed. You pressed down on the tattoo, shifting your weight to your other leg.

“I think two is long enough” he spoke, looking at where you held the tattoo down on him, you shook your head “it says 5.” He groaned, “the tacos smell so good though!”

“You said you wanted it on now! take it up with yourself” you smirked, stifling a giggle as you saw how upset timmy was, he sort of resembled a toddler the way a curl was astray and tickling his nose.

After five minutes you peeled off the paper, only 3/4 of the tattoo sticking. Timothée laughed, “see! Two minutes or five it didn’t even fully stick” you frowned, punching him. “hey!” He protested and you smiled, heading over to finally eat the tacos. Timothée snapped a picture of the tattoo in a little mirror, posting it on his story: Imperfect tattoos.

He rushed over to sit next to you, scarfing down the tacos, immediately taking back ever judging the trailer. The two of you laughed all night, eating way too many tacos and vowing to never take off the laundry rings.

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peppersonironi · 4 years

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Batfam Avengers Crossover Chapter Two: Meeting

Chapter Two, folks! Finally some batfam appearances.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Category: Gen

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types

Relationships: Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Natasha Romanov & Damian Wayne, Clint Barton & Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Tim Drake & Duke Thomas, Pamela Isley/Harleen Quinzel, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Dick Grayson/Wally West, Roy Harper/Koriand'r/Jason Todd,

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Barbara Gordon, Justice League (DCU), Alfred Pennyworth, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Peter Parker, Alfred the Cat (DCU), Bat-Cow (DCU), Goliath (DCU), Selina Kyle’s Cat Isis, Kate Kane (DCU), Duke Thomas,

Additional Tags: Batbrothers (DCU), Avengers Meet The Batfam, MCU/Batfam crossover, Crossover, no beta we die like robins, rated T for Jason’s language, I bleeped it out though. Just to be safe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, canon? What’s canon?, Deaf Clint Barton,Deaf Character, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Happy Batfamily (DCU), Birdflash and joyfire are implied/referenced,

Summary: Avengers enter the cave, and meet the batfam!

Notes: In sorry if this chapter is a bit boring, I tried to keep it light. (I know the techie stuff that I glossed over bored even me) But now that I’m done with the first introductory chapters, I can move to some - hopefully - more fun scenarios!

“Woah.” Peter looked around at the giant cavern that the Green Lantern guy had flown them into. His ring had formed some kind of platform to carry them, and Peter was still theorizing how it worked.

They had flown toward the city - named Gotham apparently - following the mysterious “Batman”. Then reached a waterfall, which had a huge mechanical door system that parted the water. They had gone through a long pathway lit up on the edges before emerging in the cave.

It was huge, with multiple platforms built into the rock. Peter first found himself on one that was clearly meant for vehicles, as there were multiple motorcycles parked beside where Batman’s car stopped. There were other levels that held gym equipment, a sparring ring, weapons stations, and some sort of lab. There was weird memorabilia too. Peter spotted a giant penny, dinosaur, and a Joker playing card. A few more levels had cases for suits, not unlike that which Mr. Stark had. Though some of the suits were strange. One was clearly bloody and ripped. One of the most prominent platforms held a huge computer with a dominating black chair.

However, Peter could have sworn it was playing … The Dinosaur Game? That was weird.

Batman got out of his car the way he had before and made his way over toward the Avengers, where they had been set down by Green Lantern. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, a very loud voice called out in the cave, startling everyone except the Batman.

“Bruce! Where the F*** is my AK-47?!”

The Hulk, who had since transformed back into Bruce Banner, frowned in confusion.

No one got the chance to question it, however, because a young man in a skin tight black bodysuit swung from another level, and was now hanging upside down from a support beam near Batman. He had a blue bird on his chest, Peter thought it looked a bit like an eagle. He also had on a black domino mask.

“Hey B!” He said cheerily. “ I should probably warn you that Hood is on a rampage ‘cause he can’t find his gun. And also Robin is threatening everyone as per usual. ” The Dark Knight sighed. “What about Red Robin, Spoiler, and Oracle? ”

The new comer grinned. “Dinosaur Game Championship. Oracle is in the lead.”

There was a sudden shout of disapproval from where the apparent game seemed to be held.

“And Signal?”

“Taking weapons stock while muttering about how insane we all are.” He shook his head. “He seems to forget he’s one of us, and therefore crazy by association.”

The Dark Knight sighed once more, this time with his fingers on the bridge of his nose. “Thank you Nightwing. Would you tell Red Hood that his AK-47 is in the Med Bay where he left it when he was doing his stitches? And tell everyone to meet in the conference room in uniform. Code 27G.”

Nightwings eyes - well, lenses - widened. He glanced at the Avengers. “Huh. Sure can do B.”

He swung up from his perch, flipped onto the platform above him - Peter was pretty impressed at how casually he did so - and ran off, seemingly melting into the shadows.

An awkward silence followed, with the Avengers all huddling protectively together. Peter really wanted to explore - that T-Rex looked awesome - but he saw the worried look on Mr. Stark’s face. This was an unfamiliar situation. They must be cautious.

A moment later Peter had had enough of caution. “Excuse me sir, is that a dinosaur?”

The Dark Knight turned toward Peter and glared. Out of the corner of his eye, Peter saw Mr. Stark tense up. But a split second later the glare softened. “Yes. Animatronic. From one of my early … endeavors.”

Peter grinned under his mask. “Cool!”

Batman lifted his head, and began walking on a path up. “Come, I’ll show you where we can talk.”

*****

They entered a meeting room that was off to the side of the cave. There was already a group present. They were clumped loosely in a corner, boredom and intrigue apparent on their faces. They all stood to attention when Batman walked into the room, all except for Nightwing from earlier. He was currently in a handstand in the center of the conference table, shifting from one hand to the other. He collapsed onto the table at the sight of the arrivals, before quickly jumping to his feet and saluting with an embarrassed grin on his face. Batman rolled his eyes and they all went back to what they were doing, except Nightwing who slumped into a chair.

The group of teeneagers were dressed in more skin-tight suits. Peter was slightly taken aback by how young they were. The smallest seemed to be around ten - perhaps he was this “Robin” mentioned earlier - and the oldest in his early twenties. Most seemed to be about his own age though, in their mid teens. It felt weird to not be the only kid.

The closest was a young man sitting in one of the chairs with his feet on the table. He seemed to be taller than Nightwing, with a broader chest. He wore gray cargo pants, some sort of utility belt, an armored shirt with a red bat on it, a leather jacket, and a red helmet that looked a lot like Tony’s. Peter could already imagine the copyright complaints from their resident billionaire. The man also had gun holsters on each leg, and was stroking a - newly returned - AK-47 in his arms.

The first teenager had black bottoms and red top with a black and gold “X” over his chest, joined by some symbol that looked vaguely like an “R”. He also had a black cape and smooth cowl. He was standing in the corner, leaning against a wall with a tablet and mug of coffee in hand.

A teenage girl stood beside the teen, dressed in a mostly purple with hints-of-black bodysuit and a purple hooded cape. She wore a full black mask over her face, with only white lenses. It was a bit freaky, but she was mostly non-threatening, due to her easygoing posture and laugh, which was directed at the teen with the cowl.

The kid was dressed in black leggings, green boots and gloves, a red and yellow tunic with an “R” on it, black and yellow hooded cape, and green domino mask. Though the strangest thing about him was the huge Katana he was sharpening while sitting at the table. He also had an unimpressed glare on his face. Peter decided that he and Helmet-Guy were the scariest in the room. Aside from Batman.

Another teenaged boy had a tired look on what Peter could see of his face, as he looked slightly disapprovingly at his companions. He stood in more heavily plated bright yellow and black armor with a bat symbol on it. He had a utility belt, and a helmet which looked to be shaped like a bat.

What was with these people and bats?

Peter didn’t get to ask, as at that moment a new person joined the group. Flying down a ramp was a red headed young woman in a wheelchair. She expertly slowed to a stop in front of Batman, who had not yet entered the room. Peter noticed that she had hastily applied a black domino mask, leaving a pair of glasses in her lap, along with a laptop.

“Sorry I’m late B, I forgot where I had put my extra mask. These things keep disappearing!” She said the last part while glaring at the kids.

“It’s fine, Oracle. Now that we’re all here-” He paused, then looked around at the group. “Where’s Black Bat?”

“Handling a Robbery downtown. She’s finishing up. ETA 20 minutes.”

Batman nodded. “Very well, we’ll continue without her, she won’t mind.”

He entered the room, ushering everyone else to do so as well. With a quick glare, all the kids sat down. The Avengers joined them, as there were plenty of seats. The only one who did not sit was Batman.

He spoke once everyone was ready, mainly directing his words to the kids. Peter briefly wondered what it would be like to actually be respected like that, but shook off the thought. Batman quickly and efficiently summarizes the events, including several readings of the energy sources, which only the red and black teen seemed to understand as he nodded along, looking fascinated. Once he was done, Batman turned to the Avengers. “Names. No need to share personal identities if you are uncomfortable. Though since we are from different earths, I doubt it would matter.”

“Everyone already knows our identities on our earth,” Mr. Stark said, receiving several weird looks from the teens. “So it’s not a problem for us.” He removed his face plate. “Tony Stark, I’m Iron man in the suit, which I built myself.” He gestures to Steve Rogers next.

“Captain America, Steve Rogers. Our resident super soldier and senior citizen.” Steve frowned at the last comment.

“Bruce Banner,” Mr. Stark said next, “Alter ego is the Hulk. Anger Issues and Gamma radiation galore.”

Red Robin perked up. “Cool! How did-” He was cut off by a glare from Batman.

“This is Thor Odinson, named… well, Thor. God of lightning, has a hammer. You can call him Sparky Sparky Boom Man.” A pause. “Yeah, maybe just stick with Thor.”

“Clint Barton, codename Hawkeye. Our long distance weapons specialist.” Mr. Stark gestured to Clint’s bow for good measure. The kids giggled and whispered something to each other that sounded like ‘Green Arrow knockoff ’, though Peter didn’t get it.

“Black Widow, Natasha Romanov. Intelligence expert, and ex-assassin.” This got a bunch of whispers from the kids.

Peter was the last to be introduced. He pulled off his mask while Mr. Stark said “The kid’s Peter Parker, our rookie, also known as Siderman ”

“You sure it’s Spiderman,” Helmet-Guy said.

Peter glared. “Yes.”

“Red Hood,” Batman said, frowning. “No antagonizing the interdimensional visitors.”

Red Hood just shrugged and went back to stroking his gun.

The Avengers just sat around awkwardly. The Woman jabbed her elbow into Superman’s ribs, which got him talking.

“Oh… It’s only fair we introduce ourselves, since it isn’t really official earlier.” This time it was Superman who spoke. “I’m Superman, known as Kal-El, a kryptonian. Human name is Clark Kent.”

Huh, he didn’t look like an alien.

“Here we have Wonder Woman, an amazon, demigoddess, and princess. Secret Identity is Diana Prince.” He gestured to the woman, who, despite just being called a princess, looked very threatening indeed.

“Martian Manhunter, a martian known as J’onn J'onzz. Civilian name is John Jones. Yes, quite original.” The Martian nodded in greeting, and Peter was seriously freaking out. A real martian!? Cool!

“Flash, a speedster also known as Barry Allen.” The man pulled back his cowl as Superman spoke.

“S’up?” He asked with a smile.

“And Hal Jordan, one of the Green Lanterns.”

“The best Green Lantern.”

Batman grumbled something that sounded suspiciously like “keep telling yourself that.”

Superman turned to Batman, but before he could, the Dark Knight spoke. “I can do it myself Clark.” He lifted his hand and removed his cowl to reveal a handsome man in his early to mid thirties with black hair and blue eyes. “Batman, also known as Bruce Wayne.”

He turned toward the kids. “These are my kids, as well as partners.”

He started with Nightwing. “Nightwing, aka Richard Grayson. My eldest.” Richard grinned and removed his domino mask. He too had blue eyes.

“Call me Dick,” he said.

“Red Hood, aka Jason Todd, my second eldest.” Jason pressed some button or something on his helmet and took it off to reveal… a domino mask. After a quick glare from Bruce, he sighed and took it off. Revealing black hair and blue eyes.

“Red Robin,” there was a soft ‘yum’ that came from the corner, though Peter couldn’t tell who said it. “Aka Tim Drake.” Tim pulled his cowl back and grinned. He had black hair and blue eyes.

“Over there is Signal, aka Duke Thomas, my ward.” The teen took off his helmet, revealing yet another black-haired kid. Though Duke was clearly african american, and had brown eyes.

“Next is Robin aka Damian Wayne, my youngest.” Damian sneered as if he were above everyone around him.

“Spoiler, aka Stephanie Brown, is a family friend.” Stephanie waved.

“I’m also his ex,” Stephanie said, jutting her thumb at Tim.

Tim groaned. “When will you stop introducing yourself like that?”

“When it stops getting under your skin.”

Tim sank back in his chair and flung an arm over his eyes.

Batman sighed once more. “Oracle, aka Barbara Gordan. Also a family friend, and our tech specialist.” Baraba nodded in recognition. “Now that introductions are out of the way, we must discuss how you got here, and how you’ll get back.”

Everyone nodded and began the discussion. Mr. Stark started off the explanation, going over Anagnorisis, the compound, the gun that they got hit with, and how they ended up in the crater.

The other adults - mainly Batman - popped in, talking about the calculations for such an interdimensional jump. Peter listened intently, as he found it utterly fascinating, but didn’t add anything. Then Tim spoke, listing off a series of numbers and variables, that were received with nods. Peter was a bit jealous that he spoke so easily. So Peter decided to add something later on, a small comment about energy sources. When he did, the conversation stopped. Peter thought he was dead meat for interrupting, but then Bruce - Wayne, not Banner - spoke.

“The kid’s smart.”

Mr. Stark smiled proudly.

A moment later the conversation continued. They went on for almost a half hour, and even Peter was getting a bit bored. He could tell the other kids were too. The girls seemed to have gotten back to their Dinosaur Game championship, and there were small cheers and groans coming from their corner every so often. Jason and Damian had yet to set aside their weapons, though they had begun a small conversation too quiet for Peter to hear. The only people who seemed to be paying attention were Dick and Tim, though Dick clearly didn’t understand half the words that were being tossed around.

The adults seemed to be disinterested as well, namely Barry and Hal, who were in the middle of a thumb war. When they inevitably got too loud, Batman sent a glare their way. The other members of the Justice League seemed to only be listening out of courtesy. As were Thor and Clint. Natasha seemed to be focussed more on the kids. She had a small frown on her face, as if something about them bothered her.

Everyone paid attention when Batman spoke next, however. “It should take at least a week to charge up the energy sources and prepare a device to send you home.”

Peter perked up. “That’s not that long. Have you dealt with interdimensional travel in the past?”

Several of the kids groaned. “Don’t remind me,” Stephanie said.

“Worst twenty-six hours of my life!” Dick agreed.

Then Jason spoke, and Peter was speechless.

“It was almost as bad as that time I died. Now that wasn’t a fun evening.”

“You died?” Natasha said, clearly confused and worried.

“I’m better now,” he said as if referring to a common cold. Jason had a small smirk on his face as he shrugged.

“Back to the discussion at hand,” Batman said, glaring at Jason. “Yes, Peter, we have dealt with the multiverse before. It should be fairly simple to locate your dimension and send you back. The only problem is powering the device. It requires Superman flying out to the sun and placing the energy core inside to fuel it. It needs to remain there for over a week.”

“You can fly to the sun?” Mr. Stark asked. “How do you survive?”

Clark shrugged. “I have impenetrable skin, and a very high melting point.”

No one questioned this, though Peter was quite intrigued.

“Where will they stay?” Dick asked, which caused a sudden silence.

“Does the Watchtower have enough rooms available?” Barry asked.

“What’s the Watchtower?” Peter asked.

“Our space station,” Diana answered, much to Peter’s delight, “and no, we have those visiting Green Lanterns, remember? Hal has been grousing about it all this week.”

“I was not!” Hal said, then sighed. “Okay, maybe I was, but that’s beside the point. What about your farmhouse, Clark?”

Clark shook his head. “Under renovation. Speaking of which I need to head over there after this. Lois will have a cow if I’m late.”

There was silence after that, as everyone was thinking. Then Stephanie got a - slightly evil, Peter thought - smile on her face. “What about the Manor? God knows we have enough space.”

“You don’t even live here!” Tim said.

Bruce glared at Stephanie for a bit then sighed. “The Manor would work. Though why anyone would want to stay with you rabble rousers is beyond my understanding.”

Jason snorted. “Says the guy who adopted us all willingingly.”

Batman grumbled, but was saved from replying as a sudden noise came from the door.

The meeting room had a wide glass window next to the exit - which was open - so Peter had a good view of the sleek black motorcycle that entered the cave, upon which rode a figure dressed all in black. The motorcycle was parked and yet another costumed teen - this time a girl - strolled toward the conference room.

She was dressed in head to toe black, in the form of a skin tight suit. She also had a yellow utility belt, and outline of a bat on her chest. She wore a black cape and cowl which had pointed ears and covered her whole face. There seemed to be some form of stitching across her mouth, which was quite creepy.

She walked forward and entered the room quickly. Bruce smiled upon seeing her.

“Ah, Black Bat. How was the robbery?”

She motioned with her hands in a way that Peter didn’t understand. It seemed vaguely like that sign language which he’d seen Clint use.

Whatever it was, Batman seemed to understand. “Very good. These are our visitors. Code 27G. They’ll be staying at the manor till we can send them back.”

Black Bat reached up and took off her cowl revealing an asian girl around eighteen year old with a black bob. “Good,” she said. “Names?”

“We’re allowing them. Over there we have Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Thor Odinson, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov, Peter Parker, and Bruce Banner.”

“Bruce?” She asked with a smirk.

Batman sighed. “Yes.” He turned to the group. “This is my Daughter Cassandra Cain. Alias is Black Bat.”

Everyone muttered small hellos, except Jason who said something with the word “favorite” in it. Cassandra didn’t seem bothered by the lack of enthusiasm. She just smiled and walked over to Damian.

“Seat. Mine.” She spoke simply.

Peter thought the kid would just sneer, but instead he quickly moved over. He could have sworn the kid looked scared. Perhaps the kid was all bark and no bite.

“Well, if that’s all, I really should be going,” Clark Kent said as he rose from the table. “Good luck with staying at the manor. See ya kids.”

“Bye Uncle Supes,” The kids chorused

“I should be going as well,” Barry said. I’m needed at the station.”

Soon the rest of the league left, and the Avengers were left alone with the bats and birds.

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klariwitch · 3 years

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You’ll Love Me Again

No one ever really mentioned all the symptoms that comes with heartbreak. For one, your heart quite literally hurt. It burned. Not in the sorts that felt like heart burn, but more so like it was falling. The feeling of weightlessness. Yet, at the same time you felt as heavy as can be. From there its just full on misery. Y’know how people will say they feel like they just got hit by a truck? Yeah. Yeah its that.

“I’m uh, how do i put this without you going all vigilante mode on me? I’m into your sister,” Kon was grinning stupidly now.

Oh!

oh.

Tim felt his heart sink and then the nausea began to settle in.

“My? My what?” Tim shook his head in disbelief. Kon didn’t like him. He liked-

“Cass. Kon likes Cass, Steph,”

“Yknow when I see him next, you best believe I’m bringing that kryptonite ring, I’m gonna-“

“I feel sick to my fucking stomach,” the Robin sobbed over the phone.

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The answering voice sighed. She still felt the shock of Tim crying on the phone with her, about a boy of all things. And, although the she wanted to slap the living shit out of the both of them, she also knew it was best to be calm and to let him cry on. “I know, I feel you Timmy, been there, done that,” she gave the phone a sad smile.

“I can’t even comprehend how that’s a thing. Seriously, Steph, how?!” His eyes seemed to bulge, one step closer to completely freaking out. He laid back on his bed, the phone still close to pressing against his ear, and salted tears running down his reddened cheeks.

He was a bat. A detective. Trained by old comics and the world’s greatest himself, batman. So, how on earth was he feeling so sunk by all these emotions? Why so much all this once? How was he to cry over the phone to Stephanie Brown over not just a boy, but the superboy. And, not just because he didn’t like him back—no, that wasn’t even able to be gotten out—but because he planned to ask out Tim’s own sister.

“Could my life really get anymore amusing, Steph? This is fucking humiliating,”

“Tim, I’m seriously so sorry this just all around sucks. Were you really planning on telling him, though?” The voice questioned over the device.

“Yes,” the boy cringed, “ I had a whole speech planned out to tell him tonight. Talk about bad timing,” his breath slowed. Without all the tears now, he felt tired. So completely drained for ever believing his best friend would ever see him much more than just that. Best friends.

“Why don’t you just spend some time away from him? Not exactly to cut off all contact, but more so just hanging out less? Maybe start making up excuses like Bruce needs you working on a case more, or that your parents have been home?” She suggested.

Actually, it wasn’t the worst idea, either. Kon would be okay with him being busy, and in the meantime he would take that step back and convince himself Kon wasn’t really the one.

“You’re right,”

“I am, aren’t I? Y’know it actually feels really nice to hear you say that for once, maybe just once more?” The girl pressed playfully.

He scoffed. “Yeah wouldn’t you like that?” The Robins teased one another, after all she could always make him feel better. “Alright, I think I have to call it a night. I’m gonna go throw up and then to bed.” He wasn’t lying, either. For whatever reason after speaking to Conner his head hurt like hell and his stomach carried what felt like a flu virus.

“Goodnight, Tim,”

“Night, Steph,”

*****

“Well,”

“Well?”

“It’s been about a month,”

“Tim,”

“I think I’m actually okay this time. I don’t feel so achey around him anymore! I told you we met up after patrol tonight!” The boy exclaimed over the line, a smile captured on his lips.

“Okay, so, it went alright, then?” Steph asked. She cringed a bit. No way his feelings where just poof gone.

“Steph, it went great,” assured Tim. “I think we plan on doing the same thing tomorrow...it just nice to have my best friend back, yknow?”

“Tim, it’s really okay if you still need time, you know that, right?”

“Steph. I promise. I’m okay, my feelings for Kon are completely gone,”

*****

“You’re here on time” the boy in front of him called. A small chuckle arose, “did bats let you off early?”

“Yes, actually, how’d you know?” Tim smiled. He sat down right beside him on the edge of the rooftop. Ironically, sitting on top of a fifteen story building, next to a superhuman somehow managed to be the spot he always felt the safest. He assumed, it was all about the trust. All about a matter of not having to worry that Kon might decide to push him overboard unexpectedly, or even if the building suddenly gave out. The only fault there was, why did he still have that trust for him? Admittedly, Kon had never exactly tried to send him soaring off a rooftop, but wasn’t heart break a close equivalent?

“Tim?” The familiar hand waved in his face. Tim carefully swatted it away.

“What?”

“I asked you how your day was?”

“Oh,” Tim nodded. He even looked down as if his fingers might curate him the perfect move. Spoiler alert: they did not. “It was…well, I mean kind of slow? Patrol and all that,” the last bit came out as a mutter. Why was he there, again? Honestly, he couldn’t even look at him now. He had thought he was fine, really he did, but what exactly did fine mean? Ignorance, in this case.

The only problem was, he just couldn’t let go. In movies and literature it was always so much easier, because it just always works out for them. They have a promised happy ending. For Tim, none of that was a guarantee.

It was like..insurance. insurance that he did not have. Because, even when the character didn’t end up with their love, they still found something great—like a new person or happiness. And now, all happiness was looking like without Kon was a cold bottle of chardonnay stolen from his mother’s wine cabinet.

“Are you okay?” Kon asked then. His face carried worry and all kinds of fear.

Shit

shit

‘Don’t make me lie to you’ The shorter boy thought. He didn’t want to, it honestly wasn’t something he could find the energy for anymore. “I, uh,” he felt his phone vibrate under his thigh. He didn’t answer it, it would only be Steph wanting to know what was happening.

“What is it, Rob? Spit it out,” the meta pushed, a cheerful smile forming his face.

“I…don’t think I can?” Answered Tim.

“Huh, well, why not? Its okay, you know you can tell me anything, right?”

The raven haired boy just stared at him, mouth split open stupidly. “Right! Right. Yes, I know that,” he nodded.

“So?”

“Right…” he bit his lip till blood arose and the feeling of confidence came beside it. “Could I, show you, instead?” He requested.

“Sure? I mean, yeah. Of course you can, anything that helps,” Kon nodded willingly.

Was he really going to do that? Where was some sort of memory wiper when you needed it? He’d do anything to redo the last ten minutes.

He sighed. Was he really about to do this? In all fairness, he had been wanting to for some time. Okay, he’d do it. Okay. Maybe not? “Y’know what?” Tim turned. they were closer than he had thought they were. No going back now, right? He laughed sickly, “fuck it.” Evenly, his face melted to a smile as he leaned him, pressing his lips ever so gently against Kon’s.

He couldn’t believe it. He was kissing Kon. His best friend. The boy who unknowingly broke his heart just months ago. This was...unbelievable. It always seemed like it was so incredibly out of reach and get here he was now, kissing him. Did that mean Kon really did like-

“Woah,” and just like that he was pushed away. He’d have to fight through the tears at an arms length distance now. “Hey, sorry, Tim I’m flattered, really, it’s just-“

“Okay, look, I probably should have waited, I just, I don’t know? Ever since you were talking about Cass I just couldn’t get you off my mind, and that’s why I stayed away for so long. Look, most people can just watch, too Kon. Most can just love from afar and wait. Im sorry, but I can’t do that. Im not that person, okay? I’m selfish. So selfish. I hate that I am and i’m sorry, but I can’t just watch, okay? I can’t,” Tim heaved a breath. He wanted to get it all out so bad and now he had spoiled the vibe. “Im sorry to burst your perfect little bubble, I just fucking can’t. Now I see it was a mistake too, because i thought you liked me back. I really did,” his lip bled. Biting too hard again? “You just don’t get it, okay? We’re supposed to be together. Everyone thinks so. We’re best friends, Kon. We’re the beautiful love story. Look, I’ve been telling myself that forever, and you’re just supposed to feel the same,” he shrugged. Just as if it was no big deal.

Kon groaned. He considered for a moment to grab ok to his hands but for obvious reasons that wasn’t exactly appropriate. “Tim. Hey, you don’t have to apologize. Im glad you told me. To be honest, I kind of like you too,”

“Wait, really?” Tim smiled, searching the meta’s face for any truth.

“What? Are you even listening to me? Tim, I’m sorry but I can’t be apart of your little fantasy..” It was clear it pained his friend to say al this. “We’re not some sort of destined couple or whatever you think we are. It just doesn’t work that way, okay?”

Oh. So, not as he expected.

Right

“Well, why not?” The Robin urged, hurt growing in his blue eyes.

“I’m dating Cass,” breathed Kon. “Look, we were going to tell you tomorrow but then all of this happened...I’m sorry, I should have told you,”

Ouch. Fuck. Again?

“Right,” was all he could mutter. “I’m uh. I’m sorry, Kon,” he had to leave. Had to get out of there fire his eyelids broke like dams and he had to muffle his own screams. “I think I’m going to head out, actually..goodnight, Kon,” Tim sighed. He walked off then, taking deep breaths to help ignore the boy calling his name behind him. He could catch him if he wanted to. Easily. Obviously he didn’t want to. Kon loved Cass...not Tim.

****

“I kissed him,”

“You what?!” The voice over the phone sounded livid.

“Yeah, yeah I know stupid, right?” Tim sighed. He sat on his bed, holding a chilled glass of chardonnay, just as he had promised himself.

“Im guessing it didn’t go so well?”

He could hear her cringe over the phone. Tim didn’t respond. Instead, he simply sipped his drink: dry. This one was eruopean as were most of the others, rolled in oak barrels and some sort of fruit. It was like drinking Kon’s scent. Whatever cheap cologne he decided to douce himself in every morning some how crawled its way into his head to torture him. He set the glass down.

“Im sorry, Tim, you really-”

“Its okay, Steph, really,” insisted Tim, having cut her off.

“Is it?” The girl asked genuinely.

“Yes. I’ve decided I cannot change it, so yes, its fine,”

“Wow. Okay. Thats, that’s actually very mature of you,”

The robin nodded, although obviously not visible.

“Goodnight, Steph,” he called into the phone.

“Goodnight, Tim,” she huffed back, right before leaving him in inconsiderable silence.

The boy picked up the wine glass again. He stared deeply into the few bubbled and cringed with the inhale of smoke and aged French oak.

“You’re really messing with my mind, huh, Conner Kent?”

Tim glanced around. His room was gloomy. sad. Dimmed. He wished for Kon to come light it up a bit, yet he didn’t. They’d be apart for now, but he’d turn around eventually. He would get his fantasy.

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Star Wars: Timestamps and Thoughts; The Empire Strikes Back

Salutations to all. Welcome back to my blog thing? Anyways today is the one and only The Empire Strikes Back which I think may be the most iconic Star Wars movie. But, don’t quote me on that. I’m only saying that as someone who has heard about Star Wars movies from the outside and honestly out of all the movies The Empire Strikes Back is the one movie I’ve always heard about; name-wise. I don’t think I know any spoilers about this movie, so we’ll see. I’m new to this and I don’t know what I’m doing so please have mercy and help a sister out, thanks. I have some idea based on what the movie is about based on the name but I’ll just take what Disney Plus tells me. I honestly have nothing to say. Should I start writing predictions before writing the timestamps and writing my reaction if I’m right or wrong based on the last movie I watched. Does that make sense? I can’t think of any other way to word it differently but if it makes sense then okay, let’s continue. This isn’t a prediction but um is this the movie where Luke finds about his parentage? Or is it a bit too early? Am I too early? Oh well. While adding timestamps I thought it would be a cool idea to add a “Favorite Scene” section under my “Final Thoughts” sections, I hope y’all like it.

03/9 Edit: Y’all sorry this is late but tomorrow is my birthday and I decided to not do my schoolwork and instead watch Star Wars and write. Before y’all get any ideas: yes. I am in fact still a minor. thanks. 04/3 edit: I AM SORRY THIS IS LATE I HAVE NO EXCUSE

Movie: Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back

Release Date: 1980

Summary(?): So obviously the Empire is going to strike back right? And Luke has to find Yoda to learn the ways of the Force? No? Oh and a final show down with Vader? Am I wrong again?

Warning: spoilers (yea no duh bibi) and mild language on my part

Timestamps

00:00:06- 20th Century Fox is here, hello.

00:00:22- the words on the screen have made an appearance

00:01:41- the iconic words have left, bye-bye

00:04:28- Han Solo

00:04:43- It’s Chewie

00:05:04- Ya’ll it’s my queen Leia. She’s looking badder than ever

00:05:22- so the guy we first saw was in fact Luke, whoops.

00:05:40- Han is leaving? What about Leia? Am I missing something?

00:06:00- Okay so I’m convinced that something happened between Han and Leia, right? She looks pissed, he also looks pissed. Uhhh...

00:06:03- Oh shoot, she called out his name and went after him.

00:06:27- the way Leia feels about him? Sexual tension?

00:06:34- does Han want Leia to admit she has feelings for him? Does she have feelings for him?

00:06:42- “Afraid I was gonna leave without giving you a good-bye kiss?”- woah there Han

00:06:47- yeah, something did happen. I’m calling it

00:06:53- YES 3PO and R2

00:07:12- Oh shoot, Han doesn’t want to talk to Leia no more

00:07:19- ain’t nobody know where Luke is

00:08:06- aw Han said Luke is his friend. Character development

00:08:36- um is that Luke being hanged upside down?

00:08:47- uh oh, it’s the abominable snowman, let’s uh call him Yeti for short

00:09:00- Lukie-boy that might be a bad idea

00:09:34- he’s using the Force to get the lightsaber, nice

00:09:40- oh no, the Yeti noticed

00:09:48- he got the Lightsaber yayy

00:09:50- did he just cut off Yeti’s arm???

00:10:00- run forest run

00:10:40- aw R2 :( I want to give them a hug

00:11:58- Leia looks really nervous. Uh-oh

00:12:53- I’m sorry but Chewie wailing/crying a few minutes earlier makes me sad.

00:13:42- omg Yoda? Han found Luke I repeat he found Luke

00:15:16- I wondered where they filmed or if this was effects or something.

00:16:01- are they going to be found? oh I hope so

00:16:13- yay! Found at last!

00:16:35- i’m sorry. is that a man baby???

00:16:48- oh wait was that man baby Luke? Oh god i kinda feel bad now

00:17:02- aww Luke and Han. Their friendship gives me life (junior)

00:17:05- my queen!!!!

00:17:15- ok but seriously what happened between Han and Leia? I know something happened.

00:17:25- I know Han did not just call my boy Chewie a FUZZBALL, please

00:17:31- alone? South passage? was that when Han claimed he was leaving? Her TRUE FEELINGS

00:17:50- why does Luke look sad? Is it... is it because HE HAS FEELINGS FOR HER???

00:17:58- (lets out a female lead in horror movie scream) OH MY GOD. I KNEW A KISS WAS TO HAPPEN BUT SO SOON? AND ON THE MOUTH WITH A PEANUT GALLERY LEIA HAS SOME BALLS. SO IT WAS NOT A PECK LIKE I’D ASSUMED HUH OMG tho I feel bad for Luke ‘cause (i think) she only did it to spite Han also if my math is correct IT WAS FOUR SECONDS LONG. But like is this the only kiss between the two or is there more cause ummm...... AREN’T THEY RELATED? SIBLINGS? TWINS I THINK? *Sweet Home Alabama now playing*

00:18:13- why why does he look so smug? also Han about to kill Luke a man

00:19:14- idk what’s happening

00:19:18- pew pew

00:19:44- THE IMPERIAL MARCH omgg yess... I live for the movies music

00:20:32- oh no, the music ended

00:20:38- wait nvm it’s continuing we stand

00:20:40- breathing problems much?

00:20:52- It’s Darth Vader

00:21:47- wait, didn’t he (Luke) almost die? shouldn’t he like oh I don’t know RESTING?!

00:22:47- have i mentioned that I live for the Imperial March? ‘cause I love it

00:23:39- OH

00:23:51- he really dying in the background huh

00:23:57- so he’s like dead, right?

00:24:02- what’s happening? Are they gonna go against Vader?

00:24:12- what the hell is a stardestroyer?

00:24:44- i’ve been told the dark side has cookies so uh peace out. If you would like to reach me please send me a letter via mail. thanks.

00:25:39- once again shouldn’t Luke be resting???

00:25:53- aww I want those binoculars. Is that what they’re called? Idk but I want one

00:26:05- what the hell are Imperial Walkers?

00:26:27- oh. are those Imperial Walkers? Those robot-looking dogs? omg I thought they were talking about Stormtroopers.

00:26:30- laser beam robot doggies did not hesitate

00:26:40- aw look at Luke being leadership material

00:27:09- wow these walkers are slow huh as to be expected

00:27:50- OH NO DAK bruhh nooo

00:28:09- are those robot dogs really gonna win?

00:28:21- LANDING? You mean Vader isn’t even fighting down there? Is he going to join? Or just find Luke and kidnap him and spill the beans? Or is that just my active imagination running too far?

00:28:39- the music...*beautiful*

00:28:58- tying the feet and tripping the doggies seems to be the moves huh

00:29:15- ooh and face first into the snow. how embarrassing...

00:29:20- I just know someone is losing their job or life like that one dude from before

00:30:18- i like the explosions

00:30:52- while one of the those little planes fall i’m sitting here thinking: most book/movie/tv shows that have the whole two sides thing (good vs bad) there always seems to be a traitor which makes me wonder if the good guys have a traitor? possible plot? idk, we’ll see won’t we?

00:31:18- the way these little doggies walk keep reminding me of some eerie Tim Burton movie and idk whyyy

00:33:04- two robot doggies down one more to go

00:33:25- man I just know someone from the Dark Force is gonna be dead fired

00:34:08- are those stormtroopers? They run funny

00:34:12- Darth Vader!

00:34:45- wait i’m dumb. did Vader invade the building/camp they were hiding at?

00:35:18- what does Vader want exactly? Princess Leia? Luke? the so-called “rebel plans”? What am I missing?

00:35:42- they really said: “peace out”

00:36:30- not regrouping? and what the hell is the Dagobah system?

00:37:30- did two ships just crash?

00:39:10- the music really makes this asteroid field detour awesome

00:40:25- did they--did they just go in a asteroid? Orr..?

00:41:18- and just what the hell is Luke thinking? he putting my baby R2 in distress?

00:42:04- where in the HELL are they?

00:42:21- did my baby R2 just fall in the water? Can he even swim? Is it safe? Is he going to die? Idc how cute Luke is, I will hurt him if 2D dies!

00:42:33- what. how is R2 okay? I thought--

00:42:53- Is that R2 whistling?

00:42:57- oh god, is that Nessie? oh no--

00:43:10- OH MY GOODNESS DID NESSIE JUST EAT MY BABY R2 WHAT THE FUC--

00:43:41- R2 MY BABY WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU

00:44:01- YEA LUKE it was a bad idea going there! You put my sweet summer child R2 in danger! He almost got eaten as dinner!

00:44:18- ughhh the music is just AMAZINGGGG

00:44:38- whose brain is that? Is that what’s left of Mr. Anakin Skywalker? ooh now that I think about: what does Darth Vader look behind the helmet? I feel dumb for never thinking about that

00:45:34- hey you leave my man 3PO alone Solo

00:45:46- oh did Leia just fall into Han’s arms? ooh

00:45:56- “Captain, being held by you isn’t quite enough to get me excited” Leia woke up and choose violence

00:46:56- oh OH Luke is looking for Yoda?

00:47:22- omg it’s YODA

00:47:48- man idk but lighting does wonders for Lukie-babe

00:48:26- is Yoda mocking Luke? ‘Cause I’m here for it

00:48:57- why is Luke lowkey being a pushover?

00:49:09- I KNOW Yoda isn’t hitting my baby R2 with a STICK the disrespect I-

00:49:56- at this point Yoda is just pulling on their legs for kicks and giggles huh

00:51:02- oh? alone? Leia and Han? my oh my

00:51:30- oh so now they hand-holding?

00:51:50- OMG when did they get so close to one another? I’m nervous

00:52:00- KISSING KISSING KISSING I REPEAT LEIA AND HAN ARE KISSING OH MY

00:52:04- ofc it’s 3PO to be the one to interrupt the kiss

00:52:14- oop-- Leia just left the crime scene. She’s going to pretend it never happened isn’t she?

00:53:04- wait. Vader isn’t emperor? Someone else is omg. I’m so dumb eye-

00:53:07- ew his side profile is not so good

00:53:10- the front is even uglier

00:53:23- “young rebel”? my bby boy Luke?

00:53:25- “offspring of Anakin Skywalker”? wait a damn minute. Isn’t Vader oh idk ANAKIN SKYWALKER? Does that “emperor” guy not know? Or have I been lied to? WHAT AM I MISSING?

00:53:57- does this mean Anakin is considered to be a different person from Vader? I’m confused, someone explain please!

00:54:00- “could be turned”? say like Kylo? *dun dun dun* orr am I thinking too far?

00:54:16- “master”? you mean to tell me that Vader isn’t even the one pulling the strings? how embarrassing...

00:54:34- WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE R2 IN THE COLD RAIN?!

00:56:07- Luke my beauty dumbass just realized that Yoda was with the whole time

00:59:19- What is it?

00:59:29- Mynocks

00:59:35- oh hell no. I’m out

01:01:39- satan works hard but man does Luke work harder

01:01:57- “skinny boys are still the best oh i love when they slam and sweat.”-- Jack Off Jill, Lollirot (jolly good song) this one sentence describes it all :)

01:04:19- idk what’s happening but man does he look good. How long until y’all get tired of me simping over Luke?

01:04:40- wait WAIT THE FINAL SHOWDOWN IS IN THE FOREST? I THOUGHT-- I WAS TOLD--HOLD UP

01:05:01- but like, why it feel fake? Is this a dream?

01:05:09- OH--[luke just decapitated Vader I-]

01:05:20- wait. it couldn’t have been that easy. This feels wrong-

01:05:29- omg. it’s luke! Wait what does this mean?

01:05:50- when i enter a room I would like the Imperial March to play, thanks.

01:06:26- uh, is that Boba Fett? If not I’m so sorry I’m new.

01:06:52- y’all I have a cofession to make: I have a fear of driving and my mother is forcing me to. How does this relate to the movie? Well, Han is steering the ship(?) so...

01:09:16- titanic part two?

01:10:31- my poor baby luke

01:11:37- luke please don’t give up :(

01:12:32- my man yoda showing up luke huh

01:13:35- uh oh. just like the first guy, he dead too. they’re just dropping like flies huh

01:16:05- and another kiss. a small peck, luke.

01:16:34- so is that Boba Fett or not? someone tell me please.

01:16:38- someone please run my baby R2 a bath

01:16:44-y’all the only time I can do a handstand is when I’m underwater (fun fact: i don’t like the pool)

01:16:51-[R2 is being levitated rn] if he falls and BREAKS into tiny pieces i’m quitting star wars

01:17:28- R2 good, he good “... I saw a city in the clouds.” you mean heaven?

01:17:37- “friends you have there” THEY’RE ALL GOING TO DIE WAIT--

01:19:50- they’ve [leia, han, chewie, 3PO] landed they’re safe, for now (i think)

01:20:25- [chewie replying “gahh!” to han] tell me why I laughed. I actually laughed like Chewie made a joke oh my...

01:20:34- uh oh [some dude just called han a slime(y)]

01:20:49- [they’re hugging now?] oh, wait. so they good now? or is this a joke?

01:22:01- i like the interior design of the building

01:22:49- [3PO gets blown up I think] what the hell just happened?

01:25:13- he’s not coming back is he? [luke left to save han and leia]

01:26:13- finally. someone save 3PO or what’s left of him also I like leia’s new hairstyle it’s pretty

01:26:44- was 3PO decapitated? dismembered?!

01:26:55- good for chewie to fight for the parts of 3PO hopefully it’s all of his parts

01:27:35- my man 3PO in a box freaking dismembered and Lando out here flirting?

01:28:30- what the hell? [its vader sitting at the head of the table] wait did Lando say a deal? as in turning in the princess? I--this is all happening so fast

01:28:41- [han and co. are now surrounded by boba fett and troopers] i bet they wished they’d stayed back in their rooms huh

01:30:31- oh so i’m assuming it was a stormtrooper who shot 3PO. what are they doing to han? omg is han being cooked alive?

01:31:33- wait I thought boba fett was a good guy? what the fvck.

01:32:05- what happened to han? mans looks traumatized

01:32:34- oh leia...

01:34:14- i had also assumed all these years that vader was top boss and now i’m being told about some emperor guy? what

01:35:18- i don’t understand why does boba fett want with han so bad? it can’t just be money, can it?

01:35:54- oh and another kiss and with an even bigger peanut gallery

01:38:22- what’s gonna happen to han now?

01:40:30- wait, is this where the showdown happens?

01:41:06- why is vader (his breathing) so loud?

01:41:10- OMG red vs. blue lightsaber

01:41:19- so this is it

01:42:01- oh, is lando helping them? does he feel guilty?

01:42:17- [chewie is currently choking the life out of lando] fuck yeah chewie

01:43:14- oh thank god R2 & 3PO have reunited once more

01:43:34- is it too late to save han now?

01:44:01- [back to the showdown, luke just lost his lightsaber] uh--this is why you never get too cocky too early, luke

01:44:27- [luke just flew?!] did he just fly like superman? what

01:44:31- who’s the emperor? I had assumed it was vader but i’m being told it isn’t?????

01:44:56- this showdown is a beautiful fight and those lightsabers are freaking cool

01:46:15- it’s a beautiful dance and the Imperial March is giving me chills

01:46:32- [vader is throwing random objects at luke] aw that’s cheating. and nobody likes a cheater.

01:46:42- luke just flew out the window oh wait he good, now i think

01:47:12- hold up I just realized that they (han, chewie, leia) put 3PO in a fishnet bag (?) chewie really running around with 3PO like a backpack

01:47:49- [the citizens (?) are running] i’m getting titanic vibes and idk if i like it

01:49:17- i hate to say it but these stormtroopers have really bad aim.

01:50:26- [vader just cut off luke’s hand] *shock* I-omg. He just did that. But, at the same time, I now understand the ERB Harry Potter v. Luke Skywalker so much more, make sense.

01:51:08- “father”? oh my...

01:51:17- “i am your father” oh my god. people this is not a drill, it happened, it happening uhh---

01:51:28- i feel so bad for luke. he looks like he’s about cry.

01:51:41- probs a bad time but luke’s kinda an ugly crier

01:52:14- [luke just fell & left vader standing] luke really said “i’d rather die”

01:54:04- wait, how does leia know where luke is? this some kind of force thing? maybe twin thing?

01:54:37- oh thank god they found luke

01:58:01- does vader care for luke? I mean probably not a lot since he DID chop off his sons own hand so idk

02:01:58- credits/the end

Final Thoughts? Wow. No yeah, I totally understand why Empire Strikes Back is a loved by all. It was amazing. I understand why it’s so talked about. This movie is beautiful; Leia/Han romance, 3PO and R2 banter, the good action. The soundtrack-THE SOUNDTRACK is SPECTACULAR and I would often fins myself rewinding scenes just to listen to the music. The visuals were so striking and appealing and it really showed during the showdown between luke and vader.

Favorite Scene? Luke meeting Yoda and not knowing that Yoda was Yoda and every scene that included the Imperial March in the background.

If you have made it this far, thank you. I hope none of you people get tired of me fangirling over the Imperial March whilst simultaneously simping over Luke. Thank you for joining me on my adventure of watching Star Wars for the first time. If there’s any grammar mistakes I apologize. Also I got a cute R2 lego keychain from the lego store. Also if you want leave some comments I’m lowkey lonely. Thank you once again for joining me.

x bibi

#star wars #stormtrooper #star wars a new hope #Star Wars The Empire Strikes Back #Princess Leia #Luke Skywalker #Darth Vader #I'm dumb #i don't know what i'm doing #i hope nobody sees this #I HOPE IT'S OKAY #i hope yall like it #disney #chewbacca #im a dumb fuck #i'm a dumb teen

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Hopes and Friendships (Witch!MU AU) Chap.1-Speranza, the Magic World

Hey everyone! Got a brand new AU for you all! I know I have no control with creating AU’s.

So ever since I made my Mermaid AU and my Werekitten AU, I figured let’s make a Witch AU featuring our favorite fighting for justice girl, Mustache Girl. I had this idea for a few months now and watched a bit of witch themed shows and movies like Kiki’s Delivery Service and Owl House to get me motivated. I even came up with some ideas during work and when it was slow I’d write down the ideas on receipt paper.

Hope you join in on this new magical adventure!

Enjoy!

The world of Speranza is a magical place where witches, wizards and other magical creatures live. At Speranza’s famous academy, Magia, young witches and wizards go there to enhance their magical skills and hopefully find their own talents. The school is run by a strict, but well known witch named Elizabeth, who hopes to see her students succeed.

However, one student has been under her skin since day one.

It was a normal day at Magia Academy, until a loud explosion happened at the left side of the school that snapped Elizabeth out of her thoughts. The headmistress quickly left her office and marched to where the explosion happened.

“Is everyone alright!” Elizabeth yelled, snapping the door open. The smoke cleared, but the students were covered in blue goo. The students pointed at the student who caused the explosion.

The student in question was a young girl with long blonde hair tied into loose pigtails with green beads and a purple ribbon, and had tawny colored eyes. She also had a fake blonde colored mustache on her face. She wore the Magia School uniform, which was a pale purple blouse with long sleeves, and a plaid purple suspender skirt, long black stockings and purple shoes.

The girl gave a nervous chuckle and hid the two potion bottles behind her back. Elizabeth sighed and glared at the young girl. “Of course, Mu.” She hissed.

Mu was then sent to Elizabeth’s office to be scolded and punished for her recent actions. “This has been the 10th time this month I’ve seen you in my office, Mu!” Elizabeth shouted. Mu sat there quietly as she watched her headmistress pace around her office and rant about every little bad thing Mu did this month. “You made potions flood the school, you got a flock of crows in here, and now this! Just to name a few!”

“Okay to be fair, the crow thing wasn’t my fault. They were the ones who chased me on my way to school.” Mu explained.

“Even so!” Elizabeth snapped, as she slammed the ruler on the table, making Mu squeak. “You’ve gotten in trouble countless times, and I’m at the point of expelling you.” She told her. Mu’s eyes snapped open, as she turned away from Elizabeth. “But,” The headmistress continued, “I will leave you off with a warning, since Tim told me you did the project right.” This made Mu sigh in relief. “But, one more mess up and you’ll be expelled from Magia Academy, and your flying lessons would be confiscated! Got it!”

Mu stuttered a bit, but sighed understanding the consequence if she were to get in trouble again. “Yes, ma’am.” She told her.

“Good, now go back to whatever it is you're doing.” Elizabeth demanded, shooing the girl away. Mu sighed and walked back to her dorm.

A black cat, wearing a pink collar with a potion bottle woke up hearing the door slam open and closed, causing him to freak out. “Boss! Let’s go!” Mu shouted. The cat turned to see Mu frustrated as she changed from her school uniform to her regular witch clothes, which was red with a pink belt and collar with long pink striped socks.

The black cat, named Boss sighed, “What did you do this time?” He asked.

“Nothing!” Mu snapped. “My project got all messed up, and Headmistress Elizabeth thinks I was causing nothing but trouble again!” She ranted.

“To be honest, after all the mayhem you’ve been doing. She would be mad at the smallest mistake you would make.” Boss replied.

Mu growled and grabbed Boss by his scruff. “Don’t piss me off!” She then dropped her cat on her bed then grabbed her broom and opened her window and was ready to go for a fly. “I’m going to fly for a bit. I need a cool off!”

“Now, as you're familiar I need to accompany you if you plan on leaving the school.” Boss told her.

Mu sighed, she wanted to go on her broom flight by herself. Though Boss was right. “Alright, you can join, but just stay quiet for at least 5 minutes.” She told him. Boss then hopped on the broom before Mu went flying off into the sky.

The flight was quiet between Mu and Boss. Mu just wanted to fly as far away from the school as possible just for a while till curfew and then sleep the rest of her frustration off. During the flight, Mu passed through all of Speranza, the colorful lights as the sun started to go down, made her smile.

Later into the flight, Boss saw a ripple by the moonlight, and freaked out.“M-Mu! K-Kid!” Boss tried to warn, but Mu cut him off.

“I told you to keep your mouth shut!” Mu snapped.

“B-but w-we’re about to enter a-” Boss was cut off as Mu and him entered the ripple, which sent them to another world, Earth.

On Earth, there was a young girl around Mu’s age, with brown hair tied into a ponytail and in her lilac space pajamas. She had these witch dolls, monster plushies, and a storybook with the same witches on them. “And then the sweet witch, Aida, used her magical spell to turn the water monster into nothing more than a puddle!” The girl narrated.

She grabbed the witch doll, Aida and pointed it at the plush of a frog like monster. The girl made her Aida doll pretend to do magic and to make it look like the water monster turned into a puddle she grabbed the plush and threw it on her bed, where it landed perfectly on her pillows. “Haha!” She cheered. “The 5 harmony witches could never be beaten!” She cheered.

“Harriet!” A male voice shouted. The young girl, Harriet turned to see her father, a man with brown hair like her, golden eyes, wearing a red and purple plaid shirt, some purple sweat pants, and grey socks. “Harriet, it’s almost 10 pm, and you should be asleep.”

“Sorry dad.” Harriet apologized. “I’m just reenacting my favorite scene from the Five Perfect Witches!” She explained.

Harriet’s father, Luka sighed, shaking his head. “Every scene from that book series is your favorite.” He reminded her. “But, aren’t you a little old for that book?”

“Dad.” Harriet frowned. “Five Perfect Witches are loved by everybody! They show you, you don’t have to be perfect to be anything, being perfect is-” Harriet and her father continued together, “you being you.”

“I know.” Luka reminded her. “But, you’re almost 10 years old, and kids your age should be reading mystery books, horror novels, and books about growing up.” He told her, as he ruffled her head.

“But fantasies are better, and plus everyone loves fantasy novels.”

“Not as much as you do.” Luka then picked up Harriet’s stuff and placed them on her bed. “Now, it’s getting late and you should be getting sleep.”

Harriet let out a yawn, feeling a bit tired already from the mini adventure she had. She crawled into bed, as she watched her father put her 5 Perfect Witch dolls, book, and some of her plushies on the shelf, except for the frog monster and mouse monster plush, which was left on her daughter’s bed. Luka gave his daughter a kiss on her forehead and turned off the lights.

“Night my little witch.” Luka whispered.

“Night dad.” Harriet whispered back. She turned to her side and went to sleep. However, a few moments later, Harriet opened her eyes and got up to go to her shelf, and grab her 5 Perfect Witch book to do some late night reading. She turned on her lamp and started to read her book, clutching her plushies tight. “Wouldn’t it be nice to meet a witch?” Harriet whispered to herself.

A twinkle was heard outside, and Harriet quickly closed her book and looked outside her balcony and saw a silhouette of Mu flying on her broom. Harriet’s eyes widened seeing a witch, a real live witch! “A witch!” She exclaimed in a low whisper. Quickly, Harriet grabbed her house slippers and was ready to head outside for a closer look.

“What are you doing?” Luka asked. Harriet squeaked and turned towards her father, who looked disappointed seeing his daughter hadn’t fallen asleep yet.

“D-dad!” Harriet stuttered. “I-I just saw something outside and wanted to go and check it out.”

Luka shook his head. “Harriet, you can check it out in the morning, right now you need to be in bed, asleep.” He told her, as he ushered his daughter back to her room. Harriet stuttered and tried to tell her father, but she gave up and slowly nodded heading back to her room.

Harriet sighed and took off her slippers. She then went back to her window, and saw Mu was still flying, but something was off about it.

Back with Mu, “Woah! Ah!” Mu screamed as she lost control of her broom. She then noticed she made it to Earth, and freaked out, which in turn caused her to lose control. Soon Mu crashed into a tree, and was knocked out dizzy from the landing.

Back with Harriet, she saw the whole thing and felt concerned for the witch. As much as she wanted to go help Mu, her father would get furious seeing her still awake. “I hope you're okay, witch.” Harriet whispered. “I’ll check up on you in the morning.” She closed her windows and went back to sleep, but couldn’t shake the feeling about the witch.

#ahit au #Witch!Mu AU #mustache girl #Hat Kid #ahit the prince #Mafia Boss ahit #yes mafia boss is a cat #get ready for this magical au

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Death Do We Part (Part 9)

SSA Spin-off ✧ Jason Todd ✧ Physical Link ✧ 1 ✧ 2 ✧ 3 ✧ 4 ✧ 5 ✧ 6 ✧ 7 ✧ 8 ✧ 9 ✧ 10 ✧ 11 ✧ 12 ✧ 13 ✧ 14 ✧ 15 ✧ Notes: VIOLENCE WARNING. Words: 2,300+

You try to run through all of the implications in your head and only come up with one thing. “Do you think he found a way to know when I’m tuning in? And turns off his own senses?”

Bruce quickly turns around, eyes wide. He stares at your worried face for a second before he puts on a pensive expression. “It’s not impossible.”

You start spending even more time in the cave. When you’re not at the university or having meals with Alfred, you’re down there trying to get a better handle on your link, trying to find a way to one-up Jason.

But it’s a slow night. You’re laying on the medical table trying to tune in on Jason but all you hear are ocean waves. You wonder if it’s real and he’s enjoying some downtime at a tropical island somewhere. Or if it’s fake and he’s actually holed up in another fortress, playing a TV in the background.

Familiar voices enter the cave and your sensitive hearing picks up on them immediately.

“I’m telling you, Tim, you need to go out once in a while or you’ll forget how to talk to people.”

Ever since Tim saw Jason’s writing on your arm, he’s been distant, immersing himself in both schoolwork and the search for Jason. Despite his feelings for you, Tim wants to bring Jason back to his family. But he’s only been helping strictly from Dick’s apartment.

“I talk to you all the time!”

“Not me-- not us. You know, normal people. Civilians.”

You open your eyes and stare at the cave’s ceiling, finding it harder to tune out Dick’s voice more than usual so you decide to listen in.

“Bruce, I’m taking Tim to this new club that just opened. Across the bridge. You know the one.”

“You mean the one Black Mask just opened two days ago?”

“Same one!” Dick chuckles and you can imagine him doing finger guns.

“Wait,” you can already visualize Tim pursing his lips. “This is a recon mission, isn’t it? You said we were going out!”

“I said my mission was to get you out of my apartment.” Before Tim could answer, Dick is already walking over to you and you see his face hover over yours, tousled hair streaming down, almost covering his eyes and touching your nose. “And to get you out of the cave.”

You quickly shake your head but refuse to sit up. “Clubs aren’t really my scene.”

Dick laughs, “You’ve never even been to one. How do you know it’s not your scene?”

It’s your turn to purse your lips. The way Dick’s looking at you while waiting for an answer, you can already tell he’s prepared to fight you for this.

“It’s obviously a mission, Dick. Are you sure you want to bring an innocent civilian into this?”

He smirks, “Oh, Y/N. We both know you’re anything but. Just last week you beat me at sparring--”

“It was self-defense training. Of course, I’m supposed to win!” you’re yelling now and sitting up, making his smirk is wider. This is exactly what he wants. The more aggravated you become, the more you let your guard down. He thinks he has you trapped but you’re about to pull the dirtiest trick Dick will never expect.

“Bruce needs me here.”

Dick looks visibly taken aback. Bruce’s brows perk up and he turns from the computer to look at the two of you. You just used the ‘Bruce’ card, which is a silent strategy you’ve picked up from Dick whenever Alfred tells him to go home.

Under his breath, Dick hisses, “Thief.”

“Dick, let’s go. It’s already past ten,” Tim’s already walking towards the shaft. You give Dick an innocent smile before you lie back down.

You close your eyes when you still feel him staring at you. Then he walks up to Bruce, “She’s been spending all of her time in the cave, Bruce. We all want Jason back but she-- you-- the both of you can’t let this take over every minute of your lives.”

Dick doesn’t wait for his reply and follows Tim. When Bruce hears the shaft’s gears stop moving, he sighs and drags his chair toward you.

“Y/N.”

You close your eyes even harder. You heard what Dick said to him.

“Did something happen between you and Tim?”

Your face flares up and you immediately sit up. “What? What makes you say that?”

“You’ve been avoiding him.”

Was there any point in hiding things from the greatest detective in Gotham? Of course, you’ve been avoiding Tim and he’s been avoiding you. Even if Bruce was asleep he’d notice that. You look down at your hands. “I just want to find Jason,” you whisper.

Bruce sighs, “I know. Me too.” He lets the silence sit for a while before he speaks again. “I know you blame me for what happened--” you quickly turn to him with every intention to interrupt and he holds up his hand with a smile, “I blame myself, too. That’s why I want him back just as bad.” Bruce looks down at his own hands, holding each other and lying on his lap, “I miss my son.”

You’re both quiet for a while. Then Bruce smiles, almost laughing, something you’ve yet to see until now. He tells you the story of how he met Jason, how the little skinny child kicked his shin, Batman’s shin, in anger because he drove over the food you left him.

You laugh as well, making Bruce smile a little wider because he hasn’t heard you laugh in a while. Then he tells you stories of Jason living in the manor, how he would run around and open every single door to look inside. Bruce and Alfred could hear him yell out profanities as his voice echoed inside the rooms.

Alfred would always tell Jason to mind his manners and he would, but only for a few seconds. But when he saw the cave, Alfred resorted to smiling while rolling his eyes, to not waste any more breath on berating him.

When Jason first saw Robin’s costume on display, he stared at it in awe. It was the first time he had kept quiet for more than a minute since Bruce met him.

“Do you want to try it on?” Bruce asked and the hair on Jason’s arms rose up. As soon as Bruce opened the case and handed him the costume, he started stripping there and then. The first thing Jason did in Robin’s costume was jump up on the medical table. With his hands on his hips and head held high, he points at an imaginary figure between Bruce and Alfred.

“That’s far enough, ya thug!”

You laugh aloud, filling the empty cave with your voice. “He used to--” you wheeze, “always-- say that-- when we were-- kids!”

Bruce smiles at you as you come down slowly from your mirth. You watch him as he looks down at his hands and the smile disappears from his face.

“If I had known about your link--”

“I know,” you interrupt him quickly this time. You drop down from the medical table to place your hands over his. “That’s exactly why he didn’t tell you. He wanted to be Robin-- even before he met you.” You look around the cave, “this was his dream. I wouldn't have stopped him but he knew you would’ve.”

Bruce looks over the cave until his eyes find the two cases that held Dick and Jason’s Robin costumes.

“He never told me about any of this,” you say. Bruce turns back to you but you’re looking somewhere else, lost in thought, “But now-- Now. When I think about some things in the past, it starts to make sense. Why I would always find Robin everywhere. There was never a night when I didn’t see him near our neighborhood.”

You take your hands away to put them on your own shoulders. Looking away, you try to recall an experience you had not long before you died.

“One night, someone was following me. I didn’t know him but no matter what turn I took he was behind me. Then Robin showed up and asked me to take a walk with him. We took several detours before he took me to my apartment, talking to me the whole time about the most random things, trying to keep my attention away from that man until he finally disappeared.”

You’re smiling again, “He walked me to my door. Then when I got inside my room he knocked on my window. He stared at me for a long time. I could see his eyes moving behind the mask like he was trying to memorize my face and I felt self-conscious--”

You blush and only now remember that you’re talking to Bruce. He gives you a small smile, encouraging you to continue.

“He smiled at me. He ruffled my hair and told me not to worry because Robin and Batman are protecting me.”

Bruce closes his eyes as he tries to see it in his own head.

“I’m sorry, Bruce,” you say quietly, “For how I’ve acted this past year. You’ve been so good to me.”

“Y/N,” he interrupts, placing his own hands on your shoulders, “You’re part of this family. You have been since before you came here.”

You and Bruce look at each other. He’s right. They’ve known everything there is to know about you-- you and Jason. You laugh suddenly as you imagine your mother telling Bruce about the things you and Jason used to get in trouble for.

A sudden alert from the computer steals your attention away. Bruce quickly kicks his chair back to the desk and you follow behind him. It’s Dick.

“Batman, new player’s on the move. Robin and I are in pursuit.”

Bruce’s face quickly changes back to a stoic expression. For a few weeks now, this new player has been working the Gotham underground, slowly climbing the ranks and recruiting all sorts of small-time thugs and a few Arkham Asylum villains. For what? You don’t know and that’s what has Bruce on edge.

He pulls his cowl over his face and stands up, “I’m on my way.” He walks over to the batmobile but abruptly turns to you, almost forgetting you’re there. He stands there, unsure what to say.

“Stay safe, Bruce.”

He finally nods and leaves you. You take his seat and pull up the surveillance from Tim, Dick, and Bruce’s masks. You see Tim and Dick chasing a shadow over the rooftops in a residential area.

“He’s well-trained,” Bruce speaks through the comms, watching the same feed.

“Yeah, guys got some moves,” Dick tries to make light of the situation but you can hear the exhaustion in his voice. “He knows the area, too.”

“Don’t lose him,” Bruce orders and Tim scoffs.

“What does it look like we’re doing?”

“Woah,” Dick quips, “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the--”

“Nightwing, look out!” You see something thrown in the air and explodes into a bright light, cutting off both Tim and Dick’s video feeds.

“Nightwing! Robin!” Bruce shouts and you hear the engines grow louder in the background. You’re holding your own breath until you hear their voices again.

“We’re fine,” Tim grits through his teeth. “Flash grenade.”

“He knows we’re watching.”

Suddenly all electricity in the cave goes out and the darkness swallows you before the emergency lights kick in. Blackouts never happen in this part of town. The cave’s primary power source is the same one that fuels up the manor on the city’s blueprints, but no one would know about that. Unless.

Unless the actual target is Wayne manor.

“Alfred!” you jump up from your seat as the computer turns back on.

“Target engaged. Are you seeing this, Batman?” Dick’s voice fills the cave as you wait for the shaft to rise up, the current mission completely forgotten. It’s just you and Alfred on the property and you’ve been wondering for a while now why he hasn’t come down to check on you and Bruce.

“Please be safe. Please be safe.”

The moment you open the grandfather clock, you’re hit with a foul-smelling gas that invades every single one of your senses.

“Right on cue,” comes a distorted voice that’s blowing on your face. You see through the badly makeshift hole in his tattered burlap mask and find deep green eyes staring back at you, wild and manic. Slowly the mask shifts with the air and you see him.

You’ve only ever seen pictures but now you’re staring straight into his eyes. Blood-curdling laughter resonates from every corner of the unfamiliar room. A darkened space that’s no longer in the manor.

You try to ground yourself by looking at your feet. You watch concrete appear before your eyes and you look up to find yourself inside a warehouse.

“Boo!”

You see it before you feel the blow knock the air out of your lungs. You clutch your stomach and struggle to keep your sights on him. He’s standing tall with the crowbar in his hand, throwing it in the air and catching it. He leers at you as you slowly back away.

“Careful there--”

You trip over something and fall on your back. You freeze the moment you see what-- who it is. It’s Robin. It’s Jason. His costume is tattered and singed. The tips of his hair are burned. His eyes are closed.

You quickly crawl toward him, “Jason!” You’re relieved to find his chest moving, breathing.

Your body stiffens when the crowbar comes hammering down and cracks several of Jason’s ribs right in front of you. You just watch with wide eyes and hands raised in the air. Jason coughs out blood onto your clothes.

The maniac laughs, “Oh, don’t worry. I haven’t forgotten about you, my dear.”

The next blow comes down against your shoulder, knocking you away from Jason. The next one comes before you can recover and it hits you on the nose. Everything is ringing. Your vision is blurry with tears.

But the image of the crowbar and the clown comes clear as day as he strikes the top of your head. You’re knocked back onto the ground and you think you heard a fracture. You feel stunned. You can’t move your arms and your legs. Only the tips of your fingers are twitching as you lie on the ground.

Your eyes frantically move around the room, trying to find where the next blow is going to come from. He’s walking toward you, away from Jason who’s lying still in the corner. He breaks your ribs just as he did with Jason and you cough blood into his face. The splatter seems to awaken something in him and he smiles wider, the wide grin on his face twitching with joy.

You shudder in fear as blood fills up your throat and you can’t breathe. You keep your eyes on Jason as the Joker slams the crowbar down onto the tips of your fingers.

Is this what Jason felt? Alone? In pain? Dying? Oh god, you thought. Why does he have to go through this again? You close your eyes and desperately try to shut off your link.

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butwhyduh · 3 years

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Sex pollen

Dick Grayson x reader

Warning: It’s on sex pollen so there is a dub con warning despite the fact that they are willing participants.

Summary: all of the batboys are dusted with Poison Ivy’s sex toxin and think they’ve taken an antidote. It didn’t quite work. This is the story about what happens to Dick.

Beginning Jason Tim Bruce

Dick pushed off of the roof before feeling weightless as he fell towards the ground. He shot the grappling hook and swung to another building. He leaped into a flip before swinging to yet another building where he did a handspring before landing. He ran across the roof before leaping again. This time he landed quietly on a fire escape.

Down below was a pair of drug dealers talking. Dick watched for a few minutes before jumping down in front of them. They yelled out before pulling guns. How predictable. Dick dropped a smoke bomb before leaping over to kick the gun from one guy. He twisted midair to elbow the other one in the face. The first guy throw a punch that Dick ducked.

He swept the guy’s legs out from under him before kicking the other guy in the head. The first guy ran at Dick with a knife. Dick shoved him against the wall and placed plastic cuffs on him. Dick’s heart beat quickened and he was confused. Why the fuck was he horny? He quickly cuffed the second guy and jumped up to the roof and over a few buildings before calling in to GCPD about the men.

He adjusted his cup in his suit and started moving again. What the hell? It’d go away on its own. He’d had boners as Robin a few times as a teen. Excitement of the job had made blood flow and it wasn’t sexual but just awkward. Thank god for a cup back then.

He noticed a guy pushing a woman in the alleyway. It looked like a domestic abuse call. Dick jumped down in front of them.

“Why don’t you hit someone your own size,” he said with a dangerous smirk. The guy frowned and shoved the woman behind him.

“Get out of here, mask. We don’t need you,” he said.

“I knew you’d say that. Let’s leave the lady alone for the night, hu? Take a walk,” Dick said. She gulped.

The guy tried to throw a punch at Dick who grabbed his head and pushed him against the wall. The guy fell down unconscious. Abusers can never take a hit. The woman ran to Dick and gave him a hug. He almost jumped away from her as his body reacted. Okay, that was awful.

“No problem ma’am,” he yelped before swinging to the roof. Go home, Dick. Don’t be a weirdo mask running around with a boner saving the city. He swung back to his apartment and in the window.

“Hey Dickie, lookin good,” you said as you made tea. He almost jumped out of his skin. That’s right, you were staying at his place as your apartment was being fumigated. “Did I scare you?”

“No. My mind was elsewhere,” he said with a smile, pulling off his mask. “I’ve got to shower,” he said moving up the bathroom. He turned on the warm water and started pulling off his suit. The cup was painfully constricting and he sighed with relief as it was gone.

Dick stood under the water and started stroking himself. You were his girlfriend but he didn’t know how you’d react to him coming home with a raging boner after patrol. He was too lost in the sensations to hear the bathroom door open but he heard the shower door open as you walked in nude.

“Woah,” you giggled. “Caught you.”

“You did,” he said feeling his skin turn pink.

“Mind if I uh help out,” you said with a wink. You walked up behind him and wrapped your hand around his and controlling the stroke. After a little bit, your hand took over and Dick made a soft sigh. He turned his head to kiss whatever he could reach, the side of your head and hair at the moment. He slowly turned in your arms and grasped your face to kiss you deeply. His tongue slid against yours. His other hand played with your breast, squeezing and running a finger along your nipple.

The water poured over your bodies and you felt your skin heat up and all you could think about was Dick. Specifically his dick. As if he could read your mind, Dick reached his hand down to rub your clit and dip down to finger you. He let open mouthed kisses down the column of your neck.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you mmmn, but I like it,” you breathed. He chuckled against your skin. Dick kissed over your breasts and down your belly and on your hip bones before kneeling in front of you. He ran a hand up one of your legs before lifting it on his shoulder. He licked a long strip up your slit and you gasped before holding his shoulder. Dick began to vigorously eat you out. You gasped and moaned and clung to him.

“Oh fuck! Don’t stop, I’m close,” you whined and he hummed against your skin. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked as his tongue swiped over the bud and you lost it. You moaned loudly and your hips jumped as he continued through your high. You had to push his face away as you stood shaky. Dick smiled up at you.

“Come on,” you said and he quickly complied. Dick slid his tongue in your mouth again and you wrapped a leg around his waist. He moved his hips to slid in. Dick pushed you against the shower wall and held the tiles above your head as he thrust in you. His thrusts were slow and languished and he seemed to want to feel every inch of your core. He gave a strong thrust and you almost fell down scrambling to grab him.

“I got you,” he said. “Let’s get to bed,” he said pulling out and helping you from the shower. The look on his face quieted your protest at the water on the floor and the shower still running. He wanted you badly. Dick picked you up in the hall and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He fucked up into you as he walked towards the bed. He settled for the dresser that was perfect height. You ass sat between the alarm clock and a book as he thrust up in you. Dick’s pace increased and you knocked the book to the floor. You held the mirror behind you as he overwhelmed your senses. It didn’t take much for you to cum again. Dick shortly behind with a few rough thrusts through his high.

“Fuck that was,” you panted. Dick picked you up by the waist. You yelped in surprise.

“I promised you the bed,” he said with a husky voice. You raised a brow but let him carry you to the bed. Okay, someone was in a mood. You weren’t complaining.

Dick hiked your legs on his shoulder and slid in again. You yelped at the suddenness. He slowly circled your clit while keeping a steady pace with his hips. You moaned and closed your eyes as you got close to another orgasm. Dick quickly pushed you over the edge and you clenched around him. His pace didn’t slow down and you looked at him in surprise. He was usually cum around the same time kinda guy.

“Baby,” he whined as he pounded in you. You felt breathless and your senses were overwhelmed.

“Are you close?” You asked and he nodded. His hand holding up your legs tightened as he came. Dick roughly shoved himself deep before stopping. His heart pounded and you could see him sweating. He pulled out and looked down at you. His fingers went to touch your pussy and you pulled away.

“Okay tiger. 3 is enough for me,” you said and he stopped. Dick made a plaintive whine and began jerk himself off.

“What’s gotten into you,” you frowned sitting up on your elbows. He looked desperate.

“Sex pollen,” he breathed and you gasped. You’d heard of it but never seen it. “Hurts. Hurts when I stop.”

“Lay down. I’ll help you,” you said and he quickly complied. His cock stood at attention despite earlier activities. You took him in hand and started stroking him. Dick groaned and his hips jumped every once in a while. You tried to keep him going but not push him over the edge too fast. A bunch of orgasms could be painful so just long sessions had to be better, right?

“Please let me cum,” he begged. Or maybe not. You sped your hand up and he came quickly on his stomach. Dick’s chest heaved as he tried to pull you into a kiss. “Do you need more,” you asked and he nodded quickly. You bent between his legs and settled down to blow him.

Dick groaned pornographically. He gripped the sheets tightly. You slowly bobbed along his link when you heard a knocking at the window that caused you to jump. You pulled off to look over to see a small robot holding a bag. Dick whined when you got up to look at it. The Wayne Enterprise symbol on the side had you opening the window and taking the bag before it flew off.

Dick had gotten up and stood behind you. He rubbed his cock against your ass and kissed your neck as you read the note. You pulled out a set of vials of grey liquid.

“Take this,” you said handing him one. Dick looked at it weird before downing it. You took the other one just in case. You hadn’t kissed Dick in a while and felt pretty clearheaded. He grabbed the side of your face to pull you back under. His tongue gently pushed into your mouth and you moaned at his touch. He pressed his cock between your ass cheeks and rutted against you.

You bent over and pushed your ass out for him to slide in. You gasped and held the still open window sill as he thrust inside you. Your body was exhausted but you wanted more. His fingers between your legs had you clenching around him one more time. He was borderline crying by the time he orgasmed.

Dick simply held your waist loosely as he tried to catch his breath. He whined when he pulled out. Dick simply flopped on the bed. You climbed next to him. It was finally over. You turned to look at him but Dick was already asleep. You quickly followed. You would worry about the aftermath later.

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