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"Why can't you trust me? I'm your son and partner am I not?"
"That's enough"
"I had it covered and you just assumed the worse and for what?"
"Maybe because you are unstable and could kill anyone at any second, I don't need that. You almost killed the man!"
"I didn't! I wasn't even hitting him, you just assume so! The only reason he looked that bad is because he tried to kill me, so I took the best course of action! Why don't you trust me?"
"CONSIDERING YOUR TRIPS TO THE LAZARUS PIT I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO NOT TRUST YOU!"
Damian's entire body shifted from anger, shock and to sorrow, his voice was wobbling "What..?" Bruce took a few seconds to recognize his words and immediately reached out "I didn't mean that, I'm sorry Damian"
Damian was staring at the ground. Dick looked like he just got shocked, Jason stopped working on his motorcycle and looked over, Stephanie and Tim stopped sparring, Cass was stone-faced and Duke dropped his weapon that he was using in the simulation. Damian moved away from Bruce's reach and became tense.
"BRUCE THOMAS WAYNE!" The cave went silent as Alfred Pennyworth's booming voice echoed. Everyone stopped moving and possibly breathing as well. Damian's eyes were welling with tears and as much as he may like to hear Alfred scold his father, what was said made Damian storm out. Before leaving, he glanced at Alfred, Alfred looked back at Damian and looked remorseful. Damian went upstairs and left the scene to his room.
Who knows how far Alfred's voice was in Gotham. Maybe Metropolis could hear it. Gotta bet that the Kent's ears were ringing now.
Because I unwillingly died that means he can't trust me? It's bullshit, after everything! I've changed, I don't kill because I wanted to be accepted into this family and now I enjoy doing things in the name of Justice that doesn't involve murder. Yet he'll find any reason to not trust me. Why am I never enough like the others? Father brought Richard in after the tragedy of the Graysons. Father took in Jason when seeing his condition and wanting to make a change for the child he was. Father saw the talents that Timothy upheld and the two worked. Father took in Cassandra when she needed it most. Father helped Duke when he went through a severe thing and was taken in as to not be alone. The only other one who could say wasn't exactly wanted is Stephanie, but even she's more capable and father sees that. Yet I was dropped off by mother and hurt this family. It feels as if I'm not part of it. Outcast, unwanted, violent and unstable. I HATE THIS!
He slid his back against the wall, sitting down with his head low.
Unstable
How could he trust you?
None of them do
They never should trust you
Demon
Violent
Assassin
How many times have you died?
How long until you snap and decide to kill again
How long until you are so unstable you are no longer wanted
You weren't w--
"Damian? Can you hear me?" Damian felt someone's hand get close and he smacked their hand away. "No touching, got it. Can I sit by you?"
Damian looked at the person, Bruce looked upset, not a Damian, but at himself from the looks of it. Damian shrugged and Bruce took that as a yes, sitting next to Damian.
"There is no excuse to my words. I can only apologize for my idiocy and hope you can forgive me. I understand if you don't, I don't expect an immediate response. You don't deserve that, you've been through so much and you didn't have a choice. It's irresponsible of me to have used that against you"
"Tt. You're getting sentimental father"
"What can I say? You are my children, I can't help but lower my walls unfortunately it took me so long to let you all in"
"A trip to the zoo plus ice cream and maybe I'll forgive you"
"You drive a hard bargain"
"Just us"
"Tomorrow, I'll make it happen"
Damian nodded and gave Bruce a quick hug before standing up as if nothing happened. Bruce smiled and got up, he stopped before closing the door when he heard Damian.
"Thank you father, as painful as it may be to remember my place... I can say that I do cherish this family I have made. Thanks to you I am able to see it"
#damian wayne#damian wayne has feelings and he wont admit it#bruce wayne#alfred pennyworth#alfred yelling is scary#mentioned dick grayson#mentioned jason todd#mentioned tim drake#mentioned stephanie brown#mentioned cassandra cain#mentioned duke thomas#see i can make damian happy#after i make him suffer a bit
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Bruce: *messing around at a gala as a child, pushes into an old scary lady*
Lady: *scowling* I hope you get a child exactly like you.
*years later*
Dick: *stubborn with anger issues*
Bruce: oh no
Jason: I hate you! You’re not my dad
Bruce: *remembering all the times he yelled that at alfred* oh nooo
Tim: *stays up for days obsessing over cases, drinks coffee like it’s disappearing tomorrow*
Bruce: *quietly moved away his files and mugs* oh nooooo
Cass: *charges into a death match to become the best fighter she can*
Bruce: *remembering every training he did before Batman* ....pleaseeee
Damian: I hate school! I don’t need it *gets expelled from every school he goes to*
Bruce: *remembers EXACTLY how many times he got expelled and for why* ....fuck
Bruce: *stared at Duke and Steph*
#batdad#batfamily#batman#bruce wayne#bruce wayne is a good dad#damian wayne#jason todd#red hood#alfred pennyworth#batkids#dick grayson#tim drake#cassandra cain#stephanie brown#duke thomas#nightwing#robin#red robin#black bat#batgirl#signal
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The person Jason has the hardest time warming up to when he’s in the process of assimilating into the family again, is Dick.
Dick hated him when Jason was a kid. And with all that hatred, Dick reminded Jason of Willis. Sure Dick never laid a hand on him like Willis did, but he sure looked like he wanted to.
The glares of hatred that Jason was on the receiving ends of sent Jason spiraling into a PTSD attack more than once. Dick’s glares we’re always filled with so much more vitriol than Willis’ were. The thing that terrified Jason most about Dick’s glares was that Dick did them when he was sober, unlike Willis.
Dick also sounded like Willis, with his heavy angry footsteps stomping all over the manor, just like Willis’ sounded around the apartment. Dick would throw things against walls, break doors and chairs, rip cabinet doors right off their hinges, something that Willis wasn’t even able to do. Willis would hit and throw things, but he never broke them, they were too poor for that, even Willis realized that.
And the shouting. Dick never got far when it came to shouting at Jason, Alfred or Bruce would always shut that shit down on site. Physically dragging Dick away from him so he wouldn’t say something triggering to Jason. But watching a nearly grown man, practically feral with anger, looking like he wants to kill you, be dragged away from you by your older family members wasn’t a calming sight either. And the sound of Bruce and Dick shouting from behind closed doors was a staple noise during Jason’s time in the manor, just like Willis’ yelling was in his time at the apartment.
Sure Dick’s anger was different than Willis’ anger. Dick’s anger was a righteous fury that was big and explosive like a munitions shed on fire. Willis’ anger was solid and dark, festering and painful like acid forced in your mouth. But that didn’t mean that Dick wasn’t scary. That all of Dick’s traits that he unknowingly shared with Willis didn’t unsettle and haunt Jason.
Dick was never kind to Jason while in the manor. So seeing Dick after Jason’s death, and seeing him filled with joy, looking so soft compared to what Jason knew him as. It was a shock. Of course Jason knew that people can change, just look at him pre and post death. But to see Dick smile at Tim, smile at Robin was like a cold water gut wrenching feeling in his stomach. It was weird. It was unlike the Dick he knew in every way. And yet there Dick was looking after Tim and Damian as a big brother should, when that was all Jason ever wanted from Dick when he was a child. To see Dick give that to Tim and Damian so freely when it was withheld so viciously from Jason, made Jason want to cry. Cry at how unfair it was. Scream to know what had made Dick have such a drastic change of heart? Did Jason really have to die for Dick to want a brother? Did Jason have to die for Dick to see that how he treated Jason was wrong? Did Jason have to die for Dick to realize that he should never treat a child that way? Did Jason have to die for him to be worthy of Dick’s love?
Did Jason have to be a martyr for his younger brothers?
Did Jason have to pretend that Dick’s torment over him just, never happened?
How do you go about mending such a Brocken relationship? A relationship that was barely even there to begin with.
Does Dick even feel sorry for what he did to Jason? Does Dick even realize what he did to Jason?
Will Dick and Jason ever be able to be brothers like this? After all this time, after all the violence?
Would Jason even be able to forgive Dick?
Would Jason be ready to confront that fact that he already has. Because if forgiving Dick, and all the yelling, and the threatening, all the screaming, all the breaking got Dick to smile at him like that, like a brother, like family. Then, it would be worth it.
Wouldn’t it?
#fanfiction#this is NOT based is any sort of canon in any type of way#jason todd#dick grayson#bruce wayne#willis todd#dicks anger issues#tim drake#damian wayne#if you fuckers use this as an excuse to hate on dick grayson loving older brother extraordinaire I will hurt you
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Jason might’ve mentioned a passing interest in meeting Robin—the old Robin, because he was going to be the new Robin, only judging from the low, furious conversation and the death glares, Bruce hadn’t exactly mentioned that to Nightwing—but he wasn’t expecting Bruce to leave him alone with the guy.
“Justice League emergency,” Bruce had interrupted, cutting off Dick’s half-hearted tour of the parts of the Cave Jason hadn’t explored, and disappeared through a zeta tube with a simple behave for Jason and a growled watch over him for Dick. Leaving Jason with the guy that spent the entire visit seething in unconcealed distaste.
Alfred wasn’t home, he had left on one of his rare days off, or perhaps he was aware of the cloud of tension that formed whenever Dick and Bruce got too close to each other, and Jason understood that heroes and emergencies were a part of life, but he didn’t enjoy that that meant that Jason and Dick were left alone in the abruptly resoundingly empty Cave.
“Right,” Dick muttered, not quite under his breath, “I don’t know why I ever expect anything different.” The bitterness was palpable. “Two and half goddamn hours, and he leaves to space.”
Jason shrunk back slightly. It had been clear from the start that this visit was not for him, and his desire to meeting the original Robin had fast dwindled in favor of getting out of ground zero before Bruce and Dick actually started yelling.
Dick blew out a sharp breath and turned on his heel, suddenly enough that Jason flinched. Dick froze, staring at him like he’d forgotten that Jason existed. Jason couldn’t read the expression on his face, and didn’t think he wanted to.
“Jason,” Dick said, carefully pronouncing his name. His blue eyes were sharp and cold. “So. New Robin, huh.” His face stretched into a smile that looked warm for all that it was plastic.
“Yup,” Jason said, inching back another step. “Uh, it was nice to meet you. I guess I’ll see you around.”
“Where are you going?” Perfectly level, calm and even, but it still forced a chill down his spine.
Jason had been terrified of Batman, but terrified in the way he was of shadows and ghosts. Abstract. Not real. Once Batman had proved himself to be human, all that was left was a man—large and trained and dangerous, but who got scolded by his butler and forgot to put on matching socks and bought Jason a stepstool to reach the books on the tallest shelves.
Bruce wasn’t scary.
Not the way that Richard Grayson seemed to be. Quicksilver manipulation of his expressions, smiling when he didn’t mean it, and cold, cold eyes—Jason wasn’t reminded of monsters or demons. He was reminded of the gang members that watched him ducking into alleys with just a little too much intent, the narrowed eyes of his mother’s dealer, the bright, fake smiles that marked the cops he had to run from.
And Jason was here with him, all alone. Robin—Nightwing—trained and dangerous and currently looking at Jason like he wanted to leave him in pieces for Bruce to find.
Jason had read a book with facts about robins just last week. Robins are territorial birds, and disputes can get physical. Fights to the death often occur.
“Upstairs?” Jason hated the way it turned into a question. “I was reading a book, and—um, I wanted to finish it?”
“We haven’t finished our tour,” Dick said, and Jason had preferred the low-voiced hiss to the casual neutrality. “Come on, there’s lots of cool stuff here I bet Bruce hasn’t shown you yet.”
Jason dithered in place, casting a glance at the stairs—Dick was already walking away, heading for the back of the Cave—but as much as common sense was shrieking at him to stay away, go upstairs, don’t stay down in the dimly lit cave with the guy that hates you, Jason was still the kid that looked at the Batmobile and decided to steal some tires.
“Fine,” Jason said, hurrying up to match Dick’s pace. “But I don’t know what you can show me that Bruce hasn’t already.”
“Oh,” Dick’s expression twitched, something flashing for a second, “You’d be surprised.”
~#~
Jason, mouth agape and neck protesting as he stared up at the acrobatics equipment, was speechless. Dick was breathless and flushed and grinning widely, and fuck, this was what Jason had wanted to see. Not Bruce’s sulky other son, or the cold, dangerous Nightwing, but Robin.
“Bruce showed you that yet?” Dick teased, calling down to him from where he was swinging upside down from the ring.
“How do you do that?” Jason breathed out, too amazed to feign at disinterest. Dick had moved like he was an actual fucking bird, like gravity was for lesser things.
“Practice,” Dick laughed, flipping off from the ring and flopping down on the safety net. Even across the rope, he was all fluidity and grace, flipping once more before he reached the ground.
“Bullshit,” Jason rebutted, looking up at the silks and the ropes and the swings, the scaffolding, the way Dick flew—“Tell me the truth. You’re a meta, aren’t you.”
Dick laughed again, bright and twinkling. He looked much happier than the sullen teenager that had met Bruce’s hesitant hope with a scowl. “Nope, just practice. Grew up in the circus. I could fly before I could run.”
“That’s so cool,” Jason said, looking back up at the scaffolding. “Can you teach me how to do that?” Flying through the air, spinning and flipping without a care in the world, unbound by physical constraints…it sounded like the best thing in the world. It sounded like freedom.
It took him too long to realize that Dick hadn’t responded. He turned towards the older boy and saw Dick stock still, expression frozen in a pinched grimace. When he saw Jason staring at him, he turned away. “Sure,” Dick said, in a voice that wasn’t even remotely believable, and Jason flushed at the reminder that Dick didn’t want him here. “Maybe later. You need a lot of training first. How about you show me what Bruce is teaching you so far?”
There was a bite to the words, and Jason had too much of Gotham in him to not respond to the challenge. “Was that an offer to kick your ass?” Jason retorted, stalking past Dick and towards the sparring area. Need a lot of training first. Well, while perfect Richard Grayson had been growing up in the goddamn circus, Jason had been living on the streets. He knew how to fight. “I’m ready when you are, Dick.”
That cold smile was back, like Dick was trying to figure out just where he wanted to stick the knife, and Jason thrummed impatiently on the balls of his feet as Dick slowly made his way to the sparring area.
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Dad Hood - part 12
When Jason wakes up, he is a bit confused. This isn’t his appartement? After a few moments he realizes that he is in his old room in the Manor. Why is he here? Last thing he remember is a fight with Bruce about-
‘Danny!’
Sitting up, Jason looks around him. He is about to leave his bed, when Alfred enters the room.
‘I suggest you get back into bed, master Jason. You gave us quite the scare.’
Alfred explains that Jason collapsed due to stress and Bruce brought both him and the child here.
‘Where is Danny? Is he ok?’
Jason was still worried. Who was looking after Danny while he was recovering? As soon as Jason said this, he noticed Bruce entering the room, Danny on his arm.
‘Good morning Jason. How are you feeling?’
Bruce had been very worried about Jason, so he was very glad that Jason woke up so soon.
‘Hi daddy! Are you feeling better? Grandpa Alfred said you were reeeaaaallyyy tired and had to sleep a lot! Did you sleep well?’
Danny un-clung himself from Bruce and climbed up to Jason, hugging his dad.
‘Hey kiddo. Yeah, I feel much better. How do you like the Manor? Are you getting along with everyone?’
Jason ruffled Danny’s hair. Even feeling so tired, his first instinct was making sure Danny was ok. He didn’t notice Bruce looking very proud.
‘Yeah! It’s great! It’s so big, but not green and gold and ugly! Grandpa Alfred is really nice, like Hobson! And everyone else is really nice too! Uncle Duke bought sunglasses so he could play with me, and auntie Cass let me do her hair, and uncle Damian showed me his penguin-’
‘Excuse me, young master Danny? Could you be so kind as to show me this penguin?’
Alfred took Danny away, as Jason was still very tired and needed sleep. Bruce still needed to talk with Jason after all. And besides, there was a penguin that needed to be removed.
‘Are you alright? You fainted so suddenly?’
Bruce sat down on the bed. He had been very worried seeing his son in that state. Tim had told him there were some issues with how Danny ended up with Jason that caused stress, but also told Bruce to ask Jason about it. Then Tim had opted to forgo coffee and go to bed, so he too must’ve been very stressed and tired. And Bruce wasn’t even going to mention Dick’s condition.
‘Yeah, I’ll be fine. I just had a very stressful 2 weeks. Everything just happened so fast, I barely got time to process anything.’
Jason was already feeling much better than before. Knowing his kid was safe with his family was such a relief.
‘Look, Bruce. I’m sorry for attacking you like that. It’s just-’
Bruce cuts Jason off:
‘You thought I had hidden your child from you and tried to clone him. Tim told me. I felt similair when I first found out about Damian. Just rest, Jason.’
After Bruce leaves, Jason dozes off. Before he truly falls asleep, he hears Dick yelling at Damian that Danny in not ready for sword-training. Jason smiles. Everything would be fine.
Bruce headed to the Bat-cave. As much as he wanted to spend time with his grandson, and god he had a grandson, Batman had work to do. Getting on the Bat-computer, he revisits the case that has been bugging him for days. Where had the Joker escaped too?
When Jason wakes up again, he is feeling much, much better. He really needed that rest. He gets out of bed and heads down to the main living room. There he finds almost the whole family minus Bruce, all doting on Danny.
‘And this is my dog, Titus. You may let him sniff your hand.’
Damian was introducing Titus to Danny, who was very excited. Then Danny noticed Jason.
‘Good morning daddy! Uncle Damian is letting me meet his friend! He is so cute!’
Danny was very happy, and giggled when Titus licked his hand. Duke asked Danny if he likes dogs. Danny answers him with a big grin:
‘Yeah! I have a dog too! Well, he’s not really my dog, but we play a lot! He’s really cute, until he gets angry. Then he gets really big and scary, but he is still a good boy. He’s dead!’
The room gets uncomfortable. Steph wants to ask Jason about this, but he cuts her off.
‘Don’t even ask. I have no idea what he means. Just roll with it.’
Bruce enters the room as well. He looks a bit tired, but perks up upon seeing all his family. He immediately walks over and scoops up Danny.
‘There is my new grandson! How’s the little man doing?’
When Bruce notices Jason is awake, he asks him if he is doing better. Jason waves him off, saying he is fine now that he had… 36 hours of sleep. Turns out he’d been running pretty ragged. Bruce agrees. Dick jokes that Jason didn’t even have the energy to argue with Bruce, earning him a laugh from his other siblings. Danny starts to struggle out of Bruce’s grip, wanting his dad. Bruce puts him down, but is visibly sad about it.
‘Come now, master Bruce. You spend all day with young master Danny yesterday. Let the boy see his dad.’
Alfred scolded Bruce. Bruce had spend nearly all day doting on Danny the day before, happy to have a grandson. He’d actually made his other kids a bit jealous. He only went back to work after Alfred had taken Danny and put him to bed.
‘By the way, B. How is your case going? Did you figure out where the Joker went?’
Dick was curious. Bruce still didn’t know Danny had been there, and Dick intended to keep it that way. But he had still felt weird about it. Why had Joker left without doing anything? He hoped Bruce would know something. Unfortunately, Bruce had to tell him there were no new leads. It was like the clown had gone up in smoke. Seeing that Jason was getting uncomfortable, no doubt because the clown had nearly hurt his kid, Tim decided to change the topic.
‘By the way, Jason. You were sleeping, so you don’t know yet, but tomorrow I’m having some of my friends over at the Manor. All supers, though. Kon, Bart and Cassie wanted to see the Bat-cave.’
Jason gave him a nod, but Danny got confused.
‘What do you mean? Auntie Cass is already here?’
Dick told him that more than one person could have the same name. Aunt Cass and Cassie shared their name, which is why they made sure to always call Tim’s friend ‘Cassie’, and never ‘Cass’. Danny seemed to understand, saying it was just like him and ‘Dani’ with an i! That had started a whole conversation about Danny’s clone. Jason didn’t like Duke’s joke:
‘Wait, Jason, does that make you a grandpa?’
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My God I’m So Lonely
Batfam x batsis!reader
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Jason thought by now everyone would be on speaking terms, they weren’t. Now it was his job to fix that, he felt bad in a way for letting the problem go this far. Jason understood more than anyone your frustrations and if he were you he would never forgive them, except he needed you to. Hypocritical, he knew.
What Jason could think about is the countless occasions this family has failed one another, believing the legacy of that should end here.
You did miss your family, college life was a bitch. Though you did not regret your choice to leave, the actions felt like constant disrespect and you needed to choose a path in life.
Guilt, a strong feeling which was currently eating you as you tried to finish typing your thesis paper. Across the room your roommate spoke up, “y/n keep that up and you’ll get wrinkles.” At this you realized your face had been locked in a scowl for majority of the time that was spent typing, sitting back you stare at pictures of happier moments on the wall.
“Maybe you should visit them.”
“Who?”
“Your family, everytime you come back from lectures you just mindlessly stare at those pictures. It’s normal to be homesick y/n.”
For the rest of the week that one word occupied your thoughts, homesick. When at the manor you were sick of your so called “home”, so this came as a shock to you. Mind going between the fact that you were crazy to even consider it and how eventually you would end up seeing them again. As hurt as you felt it’s not like you could avoid them forever, subconsciously pushing the idea off until you caved.
How does one go about contacting a family with a nonexistent relationship. You could only think about how you were worlds apart from them. Y/n a regular civilian, besides the fact that Bruce Wayne adopted you. Then again “regular” people didn’t have to cling on to the small strings of sanity they had left in big mansions, the walls closing in. “Stop it.” You thought to yourself, there was no pushing this off any longer. For the sake of Alfred who looked a bit more on the sad side last time he visited, you caved.
It was almost like that day. A small child looking up at a big scary castle that would take her pain away, a scared adult looking at the mansion of her rich adoptive father which caused her the very same pain. The place that was supposed to protect you like a princess locked away in the walls of a castle, drove you over the edge.
The sound of you knocking made you cringe at how quiet it was, straightening your spine at the oncoming chills. Upon opening the door you were yanked into a bone crushing hug by Alfred then he led you inside. Damian was one of the first to notice yelling out, “See father I told you l/n would be back!” Then hugging you which confused you since you didn’t think that he liked you, believing that you were below Tim on his list. Slowly the family trickled into the main room. Dick’s face looked older than he was, as if the stress had finally got to him. “I’m sorry.” He whispered as he pulled you into a hug.
Tim and Bruce were discussing something when they walked in, a boyish smile gracing Tim’s features. He too joined in on the hug. At the end of the day you couldn’t hold him at fault for the real problem.
Everyone stepping away when Bruce came over with a relived expression. This time you were the one who hugged him, it would take time to fix things but this was a start.
From the top of the stairs someone watched the display below with a smile. If it were up to him Jason would have locked you all in an escape room.
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i tried to tag others but it would only let me tag a few of you and i have no idea why thank you all for reading <3
#dc comics#dc imagine#batsis reader#jason todd imagine#tim drake imagine#dick grayson imagine#batfamily x reader#batfam imagine#batfam x reader#batsis#jason todd x reader#tim drake x reader#dick grayson x reader#damian wayne x reader#batfam x batsis#dc angst
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Terry McGinnis gets yeeted to the past and becomes besties with Jason
he also has Ace and the shelter doesn't allow "scary dogs" inside.
So. He's a homeless teenager and his big dog. Who both have Batman level training. Possibly his suit, but it's funnier if he doesn't.
because I've seen Damien VS Terry a few times but I haven't seen our juvie children Jason and Terry interact much in fandom.
Mostly follows the DCAU timeline but you know. General fluid canon playground bashing action figures together because I love Terry and by dint of him being in the future he's a little estranged from the Bat Fam and that makes me sad.
first thing: Terry knows he can't wipe himself out of existence because of the way he traveled. His future is fine, he just has to repair his time machine.
But you know. Homeless, no resources. Bruce taught him to be suspicious of the government, and this is before the League, so. Not many people he can turn to.
It was almost an accident, but he was walking Ace and caught the Joker mid-rant against Batman and Robin. Terry heckles them as a distraction. He insults the Clown good. He even throws in a barb against Batman just to be funny.
Tim tries to guide him away, but the Big Brother instinct kicks in and he ends up fighting the Joker anyway.
When Batman tried to catch up to him, Terry flinched and ran. Sure, Bruce would help, but he wanted to do this by himself.
Red Hood hears about this and decides to investigate. "Hey, buddy. word is you ain't scared of clowns. I hear you could use some protection."
Terry weighs his options. He's read about Jason Todd. Red Hood. The whole mess. "It's not like I'm not scared, it's just - that Robin kid. I had a little brother his size and I'd be pissed if a low rate clown ever hurt him." And "you know death doesn't stop some people. Why don't we mock him? Make sure no one takes him seriously ever again?"
"I'm listening."
Terry becomes an Enforcer in Crime Alley. He gets close to Jason, mostly because of shared backgrounds and complaining about "their old bosses", not that Jason knows he's also talking about Bruce.
Terry had a big yelling match with his father Warren the last time he saw him before he died. He starts to soften Jason up to the idea of talking with his father since they both have dangerous night jobs.
There are raids for getting Terry's time machine up and running again. There are also surgical attacks on the Joker's usual haunts and goons. Terry and Ace get caught and taken back to Wayne Manor.
Terry specifically asks to watch how Alfred makes his cookies and food. Bruce thinks he's being paranoid but he just wants to know how to make food the way Older Bruce likes it.
Bruce thinks he's Jason and does a DNA test. It shows that he's not Jason, but he is Bruce Wayne's son. Terry didn't know this, and while he was keeping it together so far, he freaks out.
Ace was trained as a medical dog and can tell when someone has heart problems. He makes Terry lay on the floor. "Yeah this is your heart problem, here's a sneak peek of your future."
Idk how to end this but it's like, Jason comes in the front wanting to see his friend. And also talk with Bruce.
#terry mcginnis#batman#batman beyond#The joker#tim drake#Red Hood#jason todd#Batman#Lazlo's lulls#Comics get better when you think of them as action figures#That kids are slamming together in a sandbox
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Mending a Family 14/?
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Jason dreamt he was floating. The stars were shining above him. He had to get to them. He floated higher and higher… Then he was falling…falling…
Jason opened his eyes. He was floating over his house.
What the actual ever-loving FUCK?!
Jason was freaking out. Suddenly, he stopped floating and fell. Just as he was about to hit the roof, he felt a jerking motion and was floating again. He looked up and saw Danny holding Jason by his arm. Danny gently set Jason on the ground.
“What the fuck,” Jason tried not to curse around Danny, but he felt what had just happened justified his language.
His son had the audacity to giggle, giggle!
“Your powers are coming in, dad. Since you’ve been around me these past few months, the yucky ectoplasm stifling your core has been filtered out, and now your powers are showing!”
What the fuck, what the fuck, what the ever-loving FUCK?! He knew Danny, Jazz, and sometimes Raven would hint (tell him) that he wasn’t human, but he never thought (admitted to himself) it was true!
What was he going to do?
No metas in Gotham.
He wasn’t in Gotham. He wasn’t even a meta; he was dead. Or halfway there, anyway.
Just another reason for da—Bruce to hate me.
No, that didn’t matter. Bruce was nowhere near them. He couldn’t reject or judge Jason anymore.
He’d already judged me, Jason thought hysterically, and he found me lacking!
Jason’s spiraling was stopped by a small, cold hand on his face.
“Daddy, is it—is it that bad to be like me?”
Jason felt Danny’s emotions.
Sad, confused, not enough, wrong, wrong—wrong!
Jason got Danny and held him toward his chest. He sent waves of reassurance to Danny.
“Oh baby, no, I’m sorry. There’s nothing wrong with you. I’m sorry if I made you think I felt that way. It’s just a bit scary to wake up and find out that you’re not fully human. It has nothing to do with what you—what we are. I promise.”
Jason sent out feelings of love and acceptance.
Jason heard the door open, and Jazz came out with Ellie in her arms. Both their eyes were glowing.
(Jason was sure his eyes were glowing, too.)
“Don’t worry, daddy. I’ll teach you how to use your powers. It’ll be great!”
Jason smiled at the little boy in his arms. It was scary, but he had a new connection with his son. He shouldn’t be thinking about what Bruce would think. Fuck him; he lost all rights to Jason and Jason’s family.
Besides, right now, he had better things to think about like how he’ll be able to get a giggling floating Ellie from the ceiling. He wondered what other powers he would develop.
“That’d be great, Danny lad.”
His son smiled, and Jason felt his son’s love surrounding him; he hoped Danny could feel Jason’s, too.
“Wait till you hear yourself chirp the first time,” Jazz yelled from the door.
“Wait, what?!”
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It may have been years, but Alfred still had his connections to the British secret services. He used those connections to find his grandson.
The pictures he was staring at shocked him a little. A boy with black hair and blue eyes was laughing as Jason (with red hair) chased him. A woman, another red-hair, watched them both amused as she cradled an infant who looked a lot like the little boy.
The other pictures showed the little boy and Jason shopping and walking around a small town. There was one of them leaving a small road. Alfred guessed that was the road that led to where they lived.
Alfred read the paperwork that came with the picture.
Brother and sister (Jasmine “Jazz” and Peter “Jay” Jason Nightingale) raising their children. Daniel “Danny” Nightingale, son of Jay (mother died at childbirth), and Danielle “Ellie” Nightingale. Daughter of Jazz and Roger Burns. The father left before Ellie was born, so both siblings decided to move in together. They both live in a small house in Tadoussac, Canada.
The forgeries are excellent and will hold in any government capacity.
Alfred looked at Jason’s smiling face and then at the little boy’s. He wouldn’t tell the family he found Jason but would keep the photo.
After all, a grandfather deserved to have pictures.
IDK if anyone guessed Alfred, but yeah, here it is
Jason finally came into his powers no more floating Ellie freaking out Jason. Now, he's gonna freak when HE floats lol
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Scenario: The main 8 and their partner plan on attending an event that is themed after the middle ages and because of the theme, everyone attending is required to dress as if they were from the medieval. They expected them to dress up like a princess/prince, but then they come in dressed like a plague doctor because they thought that's much cooler. Their reactions please!
(Hetalia Main 8 x Reader) Middle Ages Party!
(Gender Neutral) Scenarios ~ A/N this is such a creative scenario . also plague doctor YEAAAAHHH everyone watch major grom plague doctor. sergey razumosvky my silly son. its on netflix. thank u
Trigger Warning: None, just fluff!
Alfred locked his arm with you tightly, smiling down at you.
“Man, your costume is way cooler than mine,” He tells you. Understandable given the fact that he was wearing a loose-fitting knight costume. Although he carried himself with his usual confidence, the tag was still hanging off the back of his outfit. 50% off.
“If you knew I was gonna go all out, would you have put more effort in?” You scoff, but there is no malice in your words.
“Hm… probably not,” he chuckles, “Besides, how am I supposed to kiss you through that scary mask?”
“I can pull it down, you know.”
“Oh, wait, so I can do this?” He asks before pulling on your mask, distancing it far from your face. Before you can look at him in confusion, he releases, snapping the mask back on your face.
“Ow!”
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist!”
“It’s a little morbid…” Arthur comments, walking up to you and placing one hand on your shoulder.
“What, you don’t like it?” You respond, twirling around, sending your cloak spinning like a dress.
“No, no, I didn’t say that… I’m just saying, I presume this is not what the hosts had in mind when they said ‘middle ages,’”
“Sorry that I have a more creative mind than you do!” You tease. Arthur wore simple rags, probably centuries old. Accurate, but not impressive.
“You know, plague doctors weren’t real doctors, right? They looked nothing like… that.” He gestures to your mask before taking off your wide-brimmed hat.
“No one was a real doctor back then” You cross your arms, huffing.
He concedes, shrugging his shoulders, “We tried our best. Now, are you ready to go?”
As quietly as possible, you began sneaking up behind Francis. Despite the fact that the event was in less than an hour, he still appeared deep in thought, looking over his outfit options. When he didn’t look behind him, you leaned over his shoulder, mask poking him in the arm.
Immediately, he jumped, yelping in surprise.
“Mon Dieu! M-My dear, what was that for?!” He spins around to face you, breathing heavily from shock.
“You seriously haven’t picked out anything yet?” You deflected.
“No… I can’t choose!”
“Jeez, this looks like it's actually from the middle ages…” You mutter, taking the jacket he was inspecting from him. When you held it up, you noticed a bullet hole torn straight through the arm.
“Not that one. I wore that slightly later.” he took it back from you, dismissing your concerned look over the hole.
“Alright… what do you think of my costume?”
He finally pauses to look over your outfit, a smile spreading across his face, “It’s wonderful, my dear. You will definitely stand out.”
“In a good way or a bad way?”
“Oh, absolutely in a good way. I’m sure no one else will have decided on�� that!”
Yao fidgeted with his keys, sighing frustratedly, his face tense.
“Only a minute!” You call out from across the house.
“We are going to be late! You know what they will say about us if we are late!” He yells back. Looking down at himself, he grimaced. His outfit was haggardly ill-fitting, hanging off his frame in a way he did not enjoy. At one point, it was beautiful, but now, centuries later, it had worn and torn in the sun.
“Ah, what do we care?”
“I care!” As he heard your footsteps nearing, his tone became less strained. When you round the corner to face him, he breathes a sigh of relief.
“I see why this took a while now…” He remarks, walking up to you and holding you by the sides of your arms.
“You like it?”
“It’s unique. I’m sure we’ll both stand out among the many princesses and kings.” He grins.
“Yeah, your outfit is awesome too!” You gush, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“You should have seen it when I got it. It was much prettier than this!” He says, grimacing.
“Wait, we’re gonna be late!”
“Hèng!”
Leaning against the doorframe, you wait expectantly for your boyfriend to turn around. Having finished picking out his costume hours ago, he was doing nothing but reading until you bothered him. So here you were, bothering him. Yet he failed to notice your presence.
“Ahum!” You comically clear your throat, finally getting his attention.
Ivan gasps, putting his book aside to come up to you, “Wow, you look so cool!”
“You like it?”
He nods, “Of course! Everyone will notice you!”
“... and that’s a good thing?”
Ivan gently grasps your shoulder, looking down at you lovingly, “How could it not be? We will be the belles of the ball.”
You two did match surprisingly well. He wore an intricately patterned, dark overcoat. Something clearly regal, kept in surprisingly good condition. And together, you were an incredibly intimidating duo.
“Feli, do you recognize what I am?”
He squinted his eyes at you, rubbing his chin in an exaggerated manner, “A bird?”
“Yes, the mask is a bird mask. But overall, what am I?”
“A weird ghost?” He tilted his head to the side.
“No!” You grinned, jokingly forcing your face into a grimace for only a moment, “I’m a plague doctor?”
“A plague doctor?!” He exclaimed. Compared to your outfit, he stood out greatly. Despite being a genuine middle ages outfit, it was somehow in better condition than the cloak you made yesterday.
“I did not recognize it! It is much cuter than those traders. Besides, why would you want to dress up like the worst period of history?”
“It’s fun!”
“The plague is no fun! Trust me, I had it 12 times!”
“Um…. it’s creative, at least.” Ludwig responded, staring at you with wide eyes.
“That’s it? That’s all you have to say?”
He paused, placing his hand on the back of his head awkwardly, “Did you have it on hand already?”
You huffed. After hours of work, this was all he would give you in terms of reaction. He wasn’t even dressing up to go to a themed party. Sure, his personality may give the impression that he’s from the middle ages, but his clothes definitely don’t.
“I spent a lot of effort making this, you know!”
“N-No, I don’t doubt that. I’m very proud of you. But… won’t it be a little offputting to some of the others?”
“I don’t care what they think.”He presses a hand to his forehead, grimacing with stress before looking back up at you and smiling, “I wish I had your confidence, Liebling.”
Before you could even react, a pair of hands snaked their way all around your waist.
“Kiku!” You stuttered, only to hear a little hear a quiet laugh come from behind you.
“Did I scare you?”
“A little, I guess…” Your attempt to remain stoic failing quickly. Yet, Kiku chose to ignore that fact.
“I think we will be scaring them together.” He pulls away as you turn around to face him, cocking your head to the side before gasping in surprise.
“Oh! You’re right!”
Matching your black cloak, he wore one of his own. Hanging much more loosely off his body, creating the silhouette of a ghost. But your pure white bird’s mask was replaced with an intricately carved wooden mask… that of a demon.
“Maybe like this… no one will talk to us.” He says wistfully.
“Oh, that’s assured once we show up to a fantasy party looking like we’re from a horror movie.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
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Not sure if this is an idea (or if it’s too late to submit ideas) but your Cool Bruce flirting with and flustering Jason for once was pretty fun! We’ve seen Bruce in King Tide be rescued by his hell hound of a boyfriend, what if the tables were reversed? (in any case love how you write our favourite middle aged struggling bat and his interpersonal relationships! Also adore how you write him and Damian together!)
never too late to ride the Cool Boy Bruce Wayne train!! this one's going to be a sequel to ram ventilation bc truly TRULY i'm so unwell over alpha!jason/beta!bruce :')
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Jason remembers back in The Old Days, when life stretched long and sweet ahead of him and nights were filled with magic and butter yellow capes flapping by his knees in the wind, one singularly miserable experience of getting kidnapped by some shitheads who'd seen a kid wandering around a bookstore in too-nice shoes and gone a-ha!
Alfred couldn't have been much further than the other side of the store making polite conversation with the cashier, but he'd been picked up and spirited out back to an alley quicker than he could scream. He'd gone soft by that point, gotten used to living in the lap of luxury, and the instinct to bite and fight and spit and scream had come in too late, had kicked in when he'd been stuffed into the boot of a nondescript sedan.
He'd thrown up, he's pretty sure, weeping with a terror that he hadn't felt in a lifetime (about 8 months), sure that he was going to be killed and he was going to be missed and that's so so so much worse (who's going to take care of Alfred? And Bruce?) than when it was just him and it was just dying.
Afterwards, he'll find out that between abduction and recovery he was maybe missing for 25 minutes, though it had felt like a lifetime in that dark quiet little box (must've been an omen). Between the little tracker Jason has in all his shoes and half his socks and Bruce who'd been driving down to come meet them for lunch, the solution had come with the car screeching to a screaming halt, horns blasting and a lot of yelling. Jason couldn't tell what was going on, could just hear glass breaking and a fever pitch of screaming and his nose started running (even harder) because everyone's letting out every scent under the sun during whatever scuffle was going on in the front of the car.
He'd maybe thrown up a little more at that point, before the car boot had been wrenched open and there was Bruce, roiling in anger you usually couldn't scent on him even in the middle of a horrific fight, blood and glass embedded in his fist, shirt still foppishly unbuttoned that little bit too low down his chest.
"Hi Jason," he'd said, voice hoarse like he'd forgotten how talk for just a little bit, had forgotten how to be a human when he'd gone Crazy Mode, pulling out in front of the abductors' car before breaking the driver side window with keys clenched tight between fingers, foregoing any flashy moves to set his teeth on the man's throat and bite him unconscious.
Jason'll find all that out afterwards. In that moment, despite Bruce and his bloodied face and his bloodied hands and his bloody scent, Jason had wept then leapt into Bruce's arms, had felt so burnt up that someone had come that he'd forgotten to be a human too, crying and crying and pressing his face hard as he could against where Bruce's scent is rapidly going from hot bleached anger to barely-there warmth, the memory of warm bread you'd enjoyed just an hour before with a love of your life.
That's probably when he'd fallen, even if he hadn't known. Get you a man that'll punch a window out for you, that'll attempt to rip someone's throat out for you, that'll pick you up in amongst blood and wreckage and love you and love you and love you.
Here's hoping for a repeat performance, Jason thinks, shifting a little bit to try and get comfortable. It is, luckily, much less scary, because he's died before and everyone survived that incident, including himself.
By this point, the kidnappers could taunt him with a gun to his head and go boyo there're fates worse than death and all Jason would say is brother I'll give you a literal million dollars if you can name a single thing worse that I haven't already experienced.
So, no, the emotional stakes aren't as high today as they were way back then. It's just been a good long while since he was last properly abducted; he's just feeling nostalgic.
Besides, it's good for, like, enrichment purposes. Jason got picked up as easy prey because he's the no-name Alpha that netted the hottest commodity in the entirety of the Eastern seaboard, so the ties around his wrist aren't terribly professional both the kidnappers have already accidentally had their real names said out loud while manhandling him into the back of an SUV (though in all fairness the world is pretty full of Jeremies and Matthews). He could get up and go, but while nowadays he's opposed to trackers in his shoes he's still got them in half his socks, and today was a tracker-sock kind of day (they're the wooliest ones to hide the bug and it's been chilly, hey). He knows that once the time's come and the time's gone for his little plov dinner date with Bruce at the Turkmenistani restaurant over by 12th and Circuit, the hunting party's gonna come.
Bat's been getting some type of vicious again lately, after the situation with them little kiddies getting maimed working graveyard shifts with heavy machinery, and to be fair so had Jason, but the Red Hood's precision-designed to enact violence on evil-doers while Bruce... well. He built himself up for violence, sure, can mete it out really well when push comes to shove, but Bruce isn't made from violence, doesn't have that streak to him that, hysterically, most of his kids really really do. So Jason's taken it upon himself to act as a distraction for when B's gotten wound up too tight, and excuse to play-act violence so he can go back to what he's meant to be (some guy dressed as a tiny fuzzy mammal running around in the dark trying desperately to make sure kids and former-kids are okay).
Resting on this gentle thought, Jason briefly worms his way out of his ties to tug a sock that's running too low, before rebinding himself. He'd fuck around on his phone, but he's pretty sure a bright screen would be a giveaway even for abductors this low-level, so he unfocuses a little and instead delves into a oft-visited fantasy (him and Bruce cosplaying as average men in an average relationship warmly arguing over the cost of a bottle of good olive oil before going home to get nasty-disgusting on a 2nd-hand full-size mattress that has seen plenty of nasty-disgusting action).
He gets to a hot point where the olive oil's being used for undue purposes, scent starting to bloom a little, fresh cedar log on a smouldering fire, when the van he's in screeches to a halt and there is So Much Screaming.
Jason didn't really have time to brace for impact and will likely come out of it with a pretty bruised shoulder. Yeowch, he goes on the inside of his head, before once again slipping out of his restraints to take a look at what the hell's going on, how they could've gotten into a traffic accident going at a crawl in Gotham's snarling after-work congestion.
He sits up and leans forward just in time to see a bloody fist smash through the window while Jeremy screams at a pitch that's been unfamiliar since puberty hit. The glass doesn't shatter, but that makes it a little worse when the fist withdraws and most of a sheet of cracked window goes with it, violence ringed in glittering glass.
Matty the driver is also screaming like a choir boy, shrieks like a warbler on steroids when Jeremy gets hauled out of his seat and out through the window like he's been sucked into a Black Hole, spaghettified, when it's just Bruce in a downright demure turtleneck with most of a plate of glass hanging 'round by his elbow. Bruce isn't growling, doesn't have the throat for it, isn't raising his hackles, doesn't have the neck for it, doesn't even seem to be feeling very much at all while Jerry-boy screams and weeps and screams and weeps.
Bruce seems almost delicately unbothered as he picks Jeremy up like a ragdoll and bites down on his throat with teeth that should be too blunt for this, holding down just long enough for the man to pass out and go limp in his arms. Bruce spits out a mouth full of blood before setting the man down gently in the scattering of glass on the ground. Jason looks on and he knows he reeks at this point, knows he's salivating and he's growling and his hackles are up because he's built for it and he's hot for it, and takes a short moment to think that maybe he's underestimated, a little bit, Bruce's instinctive capacity for violence.
Bruce doesn't pay him any mind, because there's still a Threat here, still Matty in the driver's side, but this is in fact a non-issue because when Bruce starts reaching for Matthew, doesn't even bother to pull the door open because he doesn't need more than the space of a car window to deal a reckoning, well. Matty yells like his blood's curdling in his veins, and then he passes out, a complete cessation of terrified Alpha scent.
Then and only then does Bruce turn to look to the back, face looking almost serene but for another man's blood limning his mouth. "Hi, Jason," he says a little hoarsely, like he'd forgotten how to be a regular person for a little bit there. "I found you," he says a little messily, like he's re-finding what it means to be a lot human and his heart's crawling out his throat. "Are you hurt?"
Quite despite himself, Jason finds himself with tears burning his eyes out. "I'm good," he says, voice like sandpaper-on-sandpaper violence. "Thanks for coming to get me."
"Always," Bruce says with the hot-hearted grim confidence of a man who has bare-knuckle punched his way through car windows repeatedly to get to Jason and will keep on doing so for the rest of his natural life.
Jason can barely stifle a shudder. "Sorry I missed our date."
Bruce shrugs. "I got takeout in the car," he says mildly, tugging the backdoor open to help Jason out. The 'car' in question is one of Bruce's jaguars, an expensive black, with the bonnet crumpled wildly on account of having smashed into the front right side of the kidnapper's SUV. He sees Jason looking at the destruction, and just smiles like a madman. "Don't worry, I put it in the backseat."
"Baby," Jason says, shudders racing after each other up-down his back as he thinks distantly of defiled second-hand mattresses, "I think we got better plans for the backseat than that.
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Growing Up With Dick Would Include:
Bruce took you in when you were a kid, just a few years younger than Dick
He was ecstatic to have a younger sibling
"Y/n, this is your big brother."
He'd already been with Bruce long enough to understand this arrangement wasn't one he wanted for anyone else
So, he took you under his wing
At first he was scaring you with his cynicism
You were grieving your parents, your family, and now the new one you had sounded terrifying
Dick felt awful for scaring you, he didn't mean it at all, he just wanted you to be prepared - Bruce wasn't warm and fuzzy, he didn't want you to get your hopes up, that's all
"I'm sorry y/n."
He was right though
It didn't take long for Bruce to start training you
You used your anger from him and from your circumstances
Dick saw a lot of himself in you
He gave you advice whether or not you really wanted it, knowing if you didn't improve that would only upset Bruce more
"Stand with your feet more apart. . ."
You brushed him off, thinking he was just being a know-it-all
That is, until you get hurt because of it
You never saw your brother so upset, so worried
"Have you been here all night?"
"Maybe."
You hear him yelling at Bruce after you're safe that he pushed you too hard, that he was being cruel to you
"They need to learn."
"They're just a kid!"
After that, you always listened to what he had to say, not because you were scared of getting hurt, but because you were afraid that it would make Dick leave
Sometimes he was so close to running away, he'd confide in you, that if just one more thing happened he'd be packing his bags
You couldn't bear the thought of living in that place without him
It wasn't all work and no play though
You'd sneak into Dicks room when you had nightmares and he'd tell you all about growing up in the circus
"Did you get to eat cotton candy for dinner?"
"Every night."
"Wow."
He reminded you that just because your family was gone, it didn't mean that they were forgotten, wanting you to talk about all the good memories you had
It was important not to forget them, he made sure you knew that
You two would sneak downstairs and watch movies when Bruce was away, Alfred always popping the popcorn perfectly
Fighting over which movie you wanted to watch
"No scary movies."
"Why not?"
"Because you won't be able to sleep tonight."
"I'm not a baby."
He always makes it a special day on your birthday, even though Bruce believes it's not worth the fuss
The cake he baked was runny and the frosting melted, but it was the best birthday you ever had
Befriending Donna, who takes her place as your replacement mother
They take their roles very seriously which annoys you to no end
"You're not my parents, you know."
"You need someone to look out for you."
They make sure you're never alone on missions, helping from the sidelines
As you grow older, their lectures go from "be careful" to "if you ever drink too much, call one of us to come get you"
And you do, mostly Donna, who lectures you after your hangover is done vs. Dick who yells the whole way home
"You guys are insufferable."
"That's a pretty big word, y/n."
The three of you get into all kinds of trouble
Taking the Batmobile for joy rides
Using Bruces technology to look up all your crushes even though they both insist you won't date until you're thirty
Making prank phone calls to the Justice League
"Does everyone have an uncle that's an alien?"
"I think that's just us."
"Oh."
Thinking of leaving this life behind becomes a more prominent thought as you get older
You're not sure if you ever really could
It's such a big part of your life, your identity
Donna is the first to insist you give it up, find something you're passionate about
Dick is a little more hesitant
He wants you to be happy, but he knows he won't be able to look after you as much when you're apart
He just wants you to be safe
Eventually you do
You leave the suit, the weapons, everything
Not long after, Dick leaves too . . .
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For your prompts: Scary Dev. May I please have Scary Dev? In defense of Tim or Bruce or Alfred or a random patient or himself, I don't care. Please. (If you would like to do a delightful version and a separate sad version, you may interpret Scary in the same way that "send you to meet my cousins" Gen is Scary Gen and then, separately, Scary as in "is scaring the people who are worried for him")
Dev's teeth ached from the jarring shock, the crunch of metal still ringing in his ears, and he looked to Alfred first. It wasn't a bad smash up-- the air bags hadn't even deployed-- and Alfred looked more annoyed than anything else. Dev still had to ask.
"You alright, then? In one piece?"
Before Alfred could answer, a young man had launched himself out of the car that had hit them and was stomping toward them, cutting Alfred off with his yell.
"Hey, Grandpa, watch where you're fucking going!"
Dev was out the passenger door before the man-- college kid, maybe-- had finished the sentence, and though he'd meant to try to be civil at first, that desire was rapidly fleeing. Whatever the kid saw in Dev's face made him stop short.
"You run the bloody fucking light and have the sodding nerve to come shout down the driver you fucking hit?" Dev demanded, his voice rising as he circled the stopped cars. Traffic was weaving around them and a police siren squealed in the distance.
"It was yellow," the kid protested, trying to keep a scowl up, but Dev was closer now and still approaching, his volume reaching a veritable roar.
"It was bloody fucking red and you could have bloody killed him, you sodding sorry excuse for a piece of rubbish. You walk your fucking arse back over there and bloody apologize."
There was no "or else." Dev didn't need one. The kid had gone white as a sheet and mumbled resentfully, but did as he was told, and then kept sniffling while they gave statements and exchanged information.
Alfred's car was deemed intact enough to drive. There was a dented bumper and not much other damage. It wasn't until they were ten minutes away from the scene that Alfred, who had been quiet and reserved through all the official conversations, spoke, with just a slight upturn of a smile in one corner of his mouth.
"I am perfectly able to defend myself, Kiran, but I thank you for your help."
Dev wasn't quite ready to brush it off with humor yet, but managed to pull his voice back from an outright growl to protest, "He could have sodding killed you."
"I'm not mocking you, dear boy," Alfred said seriously. "I'm rather flattered, is all that I meant."
"Oh," Dev said. His grip on the door handle relaxed a little. "Oh, well, bloody hell, then, I'll flatter you any time you like, Alfie."
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I knocking again with request! It just popped in my head as iron clothes 🤣 if its ok. Eddie with his S/O and the hellfire boys. They didnt know eddie had a lover at school and they overheard him being mean to them, alarmingly threatening and the boys are no way eddie is intimidating and scary looking but he isnt actually that.. maybe they had to intervene and its a misunderstanding and its revealed s/o is a theater kid ask for help running lines something like that? I read somewhere that they used a theater room for hellfire and with his reputation someone mustve backed him up or vouch for him to use the facilities right?😉 Sorry did that made sense? Its practically 1 am here 🤣 thanks! Its kinda hilarious to me that whole scenario.
I love you, thank you for all the requests! This one was right up my alley since one of my majors is in theatre. I hope you enjoy!<3
BTW the play used in this drabble is Ubu Roi by Alfred Jarry. It's wild.
Eddie was a very theatrical person. Not just in his hyperactive gestures and storytelling abilities, but actually theatric. What the Hellfire boys thought was Eddie's free period was actually an advanced acting/play literacy class. He was secretly the teacher's favorite, how else would he have gotten permission to use the drama room and props for his DND campaigns?
Having climbed his way up through the intermediate and advanced classes, he got to know you pretty well. As excellent actor and a very outspoken and opinionated play lover, the two of you bonded quickly over your flair for the dramatic.
The boys didn't know about Eddie's theatre class, and in turn really didn't know about the close relationship the two of you cherished. So when they came across the two of you violently yelling at each other, they were concerned to say the least.
"Shit!" Eddie yelled.
"Oh it's fine, what a pig you are". You scoffed angrily at him.
The boys looked on in curiosity, but also worried as they'd never seen Eddie so angry at someone they didn't know.
"Watch out, I don't kill you, " Eddie continued.
"It isn’t me you ought to kill, it’s someone else".
"Now by my green candle, I don’t understand!"
The Hellfire boys watch you go back and forth with this utter violent gibberish.
"Now by my green candle, shit!" Eddie monologued. "Madam, certainly yes, I’m content. I could be content with less. After all, I’m Captain of Dragoons, Privy Councillor to King Wenceslas, Knight of the Red Eagle of Poland, and formerly King of Aragon. What more do you want?"
They continued to spy on you from around the corner until you spoke a worrisome line.
"What prevents you from slaughtering the whole family and putting yourself in their place?"
Gareth cut in at this point. "Woah, what the fuck is going on here? Is everything okay?"
Eddie visibly blanched knowing he'd been caught.
"Oh, hi! You must be one of Eddie's friends!" You said sweetly breaking character. You stuck your hand out. "I'm Y/N!"
"Gareth, this is Jeff, Dustin, and Mike," He introduced each boy down the line. "So what exactly is going on here?
You looked to Eddie for guidance, not knowing how he wanted to go about this.
"So my merry men, I've been hiding something from you. My free periods have actually been dedicated to an acting and play analysis class. Y/N here is my scene partner". You nudged him softly. "And my romantic partner. We were just rehearsing this absolute garbage play for our next assignment. Nothing violent is happening, promise".
"It's not garbage! It's absurdist and a precursor to Dadaism, which is one of your favorite movements in theatre history!'
"Daddyism?" Dustin spoke up confused.
"Dadaism, or Dada for short," You corrected him gently. "It's a movement that emphasized the process of collective trauma after World War I. It really tried to expand the boundaries on what theatre-".
Eddie just looked at you with what might as well have been hearts in eyes. The boys of course had no idea what you were talking about, but seeing Eddie's enamored stares was enough for them to keep their mouths shut.
"I think Eddie really likes it because at first glance it seems absurd and whimsical and just straight funny, but when you dive deeper into analysis you can really see the trauma buried within the subtext".
"Right you are, pretty girl". Eddie wrapped his arms around your shoulder. "Now, any other questions or can we get back to rehearsing?"
"We're definitely discussing this later, but we'll leave you to it. Have fun kids," Dustin said with a wave.
With the boys gone Eddie turned and quickly laid a few kisses to your face. Kiss, kiss, kiss until he landed on your lips.
"C’mon superstar, we've gotta keep rehearsing for next period".
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Paint it Black (16) Sharing
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Black sat on the couch, criss-cross applesauce, with his hands in his lap. He hadn’t bothered to put on his shirt, and merely laid it on the couch next to him.
A few moments passed in silence as Bruce tried to determine where to begin.
“What do you remember about your parents?” He finally asked.
“Um…” Black tapped his chin thoughtfully, his eyes screwed shut tight and his lips pursed. “I dunno.”
“Really think. You can take the photo out to look at it if that helps.”
He removed the photo from his pocket, which fortunately had a plastic sleeve over it to keep it safe during his manic episodes. He placed it on the table and then leaned forward, chin in his hands to study it.
The other Titans tried to get a closer look as well. From their perspective, it was a husband and wife in matching shirts. The wife was blonde, while the husband had black hair like Robin.
“My daddy…is really strong. He…used to throw me in the air.”
Bruce nodded. “Good. What about your mom?”
“She is…really pretty, and sings a lot.”
At this point, Alfred returned with the item Bruce requested. A child’s stuffed elephant. Well loved and worn. He handed it to Bruce, who held it out to Black.
“Do you know what this is?”
Black’s eyes widened as he took the toy like it was precious treasure. “Zitka…”
“Where’d you get it?”
“My daddy gave it to me. I named it after my friend—” he gasped and stood abruptly. “I remember now! We’re circus performers! The Flying Graysons!” His voice changed. As Black, his voice was more child-like, like a cartoon character. But now it deepened and sounded almost like Robin. “We perform at Haly’s Circus, and we’re the headline act! I remember our car! And where the dressing tent was set up and how we did the rigging! I remember all of it! We can go! I know where we can find them!”
Bruce took a deep breath, bracing for what was about to happen. “What happened in Gotham?”
Black frowned. “I…I’m not sure.”
“Close your eyes and think.”
Black obeyed, hugging the elephant to his chest.
“You saw a man talking to Mr. Haly, right?” Bruce prompted.
Black nodded. “Yeah…yeah, I see it. He was kinda ugly and scary and was telling Mr. Haly about insurance, but Mr. Haly just yelled at him. I saw him again later that night…leaving the tent.”
Bruce didn’t prompt him anymore, just bit his thumb anxiously.
The Titans watched Black pace back and forth, a scene playing out in his head.
It was then that Bruce was finally able to see the tattoo covering his back. He clenched his teeth in anger, but said nothing.
“I told my dad that I saw him earlier, threatening Mr. Haly, but he told me not to worry about it. So I didn’t. I trust him. So we went to perform as usual, and I had to wait for my cue—” he halted mid step, his eyes blew open wide. “The rope.” He turned towards his friends, but didn’t look at them. Instead, it seemed like he was looking right through them. “I saw it fray and—”
The Titans then witnessed the horrific sight of their friend become absolutely unraveled. Grief built up and flowed out as he screamed, wailed, howled, and fell to his knees, weeping. He slammed his fists against the table, utterly overwhelmed with anguish. “MOMMY! DADDY!” he shrieked as the tears just kept coming.
Bruce knelt at his side. “I’m sorry, Dick.”
Black lashed out, grabbing Bruce by the collar and shaking. “Why the hell would you make me remember that!? Did you think I’d be happier knowing they’re gone?!”
Bruce, only mildly disturbed, covered Black’s hands with his own. “It’s been ten years. It doesn’t do anyone any good letting you believe that didn’t happen. I know it’s painful—”
“You don’t know anything! All you do is cause me pain! All you want to do is hurt me! Just like the Masters!”
Bruce squeezed his hands tighter, making him look up. “I saw my parents die too,” he snapped. “And I saw your parents die, Dick. I was there that day.”
“I’m not Dick!” He screamed. “Why can't everyone just see me for who I am?! MY NAME IS BLACK! Like darkness! Darkness is eternal, uncatchable, unlimited, and invincible! Black can do anything! Black can do everything Dick can't! Everything he couldn't!”
“Pretending to be someone you're not isn’t going to bring your parents back.”
Black pried his fingers off of Bruce and fell back onto his butt. With tear soaked cheeks, he looked around the room, meeting the sympathetic gaze of all his friends. His eyes were wide and glassy, full of fear and uncertainty. He clearly had no idea what he was supposed to do. In a small voice, he turned back to Bruce and said, “can I at least have my medicine back now?”
Bruce shook his head. “Not yet. Do you remember what I said earlier? We’re making an antidote so that you won’t need the medicine anymore. Won’t that be nice? Not having to pay attention to when you took your meds? Not having to be afraid of feeling that pain?”
Black held out his hands in front of him, studying them. His brows furrowed, as if the calluses hid a secret message he was trying to decode. “What’s wrong with me?” He asked it like he wanted a diagnosis.
“Why don’t you tell us?” Bruce asked. “We can’t begin to understand until we know what you went through.”
“Oh no…no I can’t…I can’t talk about that…” He began to get emotional again. “You don’t want to hear about it.”
“I do, actually. And I think talking about it will help. Whatever you can share.”
Black looked unsure, and hunched his shoulders. He rolled up to be on the balls of his feet, and placed a hand on the table, ready to bolt.
Instead, Starfire took the initiative to scoop him off the floor and placed him on the couch next to her. She rested an arm around his shoulder and pet his hair. “There there, dear friend. You may share safely now.”
Black swallowed thickly, and did not relax, but he didn’t seem prepared to bolt.
“I…can’t remember.”
“You’ve repressed a lot of that, which is understandable,” Bruce placed a hand on his knee. But, what can you remember? What are your first memories?”
“It…smelled bad.” He began. “It was dark and dirty. There was another boy there, but he didn’t say anything, or move much. Just laid on that bed all still.”
The others recoiled slightly as they understood what he was saying.
“Then sometimes, there was another boy. He talked to me and tried to keep me from hurting myself. He was kinda a bully.”
“What did this boy look like?” Starfire asked.
“I dunno. Never saw him. I only heard his voice.”
“Like through a speaker?”
“Nah, in my noggin’. Sometimes I still hear him. It’s like this little voice that’s like, ‘eeuuu don’t eat that, you don’t know where it’s been’. He’s kind of annoying and persistent, but I think he’s keeping me alive.”
Bruce sucked in a breath. “That’s your conscience. Robin’s conscience. That’s your guide. Once we make the antidote for you, it will become a lot easier for you to behave normally.”
He seemed to clam up then, twining his fingers together into a tight knot. “That’s all I got,” he said firmly.
“So why don’t you try to relax? The fentanyl will run its course through your system, and then the pain will come. We’ll try to make you comfortable, and once we think it’s out of your system, we’ll take a blood test. Then we’ll get you a new dose and keep you dosed until you don’t need it anymore.” He reached out and touched his shoulder. “Think you can handle that?”
“No, but you said I don’t have a choice.”
Bruce just gave him a little pat, not having any words of comfort.
“Perhaps,” said Starfire. “At any point you do remember what happened while you were being held captive, you could tell me in private? It is sometimes hard to divulge things openly and honestly.”
“I’ll think about it,” said Black. “I kinda feel like the proverbial rug was pulled out from under my proverbial feet. If you know what I proverbial mean.”
“Not even slightly.”
“Things will begin to make sense soon,” Bruce assured. “Just try to stay calm.”
“Perhaps some lunch will ease you?” Alfred asked, standing.
“Ooo! La-gas-na! It’s spaghetti in cake form!”
—
They were able to keep him occupied for several hours. They watched Robin’s favorite movies, told him stories of their villains. Some went over better than others.
As the day went on, they all witnessed the major veins on his body turn darker and more visible. As night came, he became more agitated and snippy. He whined and moaned as he moved around, but seemed to be trying to ignore it for everyone else’s sake.
Then it was time for bed.
“Come and get me when it becomes too painful,” Bruce instructed. “Then we’ll check your levels and see if we can take a test.”
Black didn’t look convinced, but begrudgingly agreed.
Starfire stayed up late. In the last few months, peaceful sleep hadn’t been guaranteed or expected. So she sat up reading to clear her head.
What was she reading? A psychology book, provided by Raven. At first, Starfire had hoped it would give her enough information that she could be helpful in diagnosing her friend. But the more she read, the more lost she became. The human mind was complex and strange, capable of bizarre changes from seemingly simple affects.
But the book was still interesting and just boring enough to make her sleepy.
A knock at the door grabbed her attention immediately.
“Yes?”
“It’s me,” said Black’s voice. “Are ya decent?”
“Yes Black. You may enter.”
The door slid open, and he stood in the entry for a moment, wringing his hands. His hair was a mess and he looked worse than he had all day.
“What brings you here at this hour?”
“I…couldn’t sleep,” he answered, haltingly. “The pain is getting worse. So I was walking the halls. I saw your light on…”
“I understand. Would you like to come in and talk?”
“Are you busy?”
She closed the book and shook her head. “No. I was only reading to clear my thoughts. I would not turn down your company.”
He shuffled inside, glancing around the room. He had been in here once before, as Black, though he would never tell her that.
“You can sit, if you’d like.” She patted the mattress.
He did so, and brought his legs up so that he could rest his arms on his knees. “You said, earlier, if I wanted to talk about what happened, I could come to you.”
“Yes, that offer still stands.”
“I lied earlier. I remember all of it. The very beginning is hazy, but things become clearer after a certain point. The medicine makes it easy for me to block it out, but without it…”
“I will listen to whatever you are willing to share, if you do not mind if I take notes?”
“Are you gonna tell Bunny Man?”
“Only the things that I think he needs to know. I can keep secrets as well.”
He didn’t ask her permission to recline, just assumed the position of a patient in a therapy session, lying on a couch, hands folded over his stomach.
Starfire retrieved her notebook she had been using with the psychology textbook.
As far as she had seen, Black lacked the capacity to be serious in most situations. He was either goofing around, or violently unpredictable. So when he started speaking, his voice deeper than usual and tone focused, she almost thought Robin was at the helm. He took a deep breath and said, “have you ever heard of Tartarus?”
“…that is…of the Greek Myth?”
“Yes. It’s a deep abyss that is used as a dungeon for the wicked. I can only assume that’s where I was born. It might have been Hell, but I was under the belief that Hell had fire. This place was cold. Sometimes cold enough to see your breath. It’s a kind of cold that makes you numb after a while. You think about snuggling up to the people around you, but then you think about who they are, and you decide against it.” While he said this, his face remained eerily calm.
“There were 20 of us originally, though I only remember about 15. We had no names. Only numbers. I was number 8. I’m sure some boys tried to introduce themselves, but the Masters were quick to chastise. We weren’t people. We weren’t anything. There would be no mercy or kindness, nobody cared about each other. We were all enemies.”
Starfire scribbled this all down, eyes only flicking to the paper momentarily as she wanted Black to feel like he was receiving her full attention.
“They had us wear these short, thin shirts that tied in the back. Everyone’s asses were hanging out. Most of the day, they put us in a room with three beds, and we had to fight for them. One guy had his eye poked out in the chaos. Then other nights they put us in a tight space that was even colder than the normal room, and we had to huddle together to stay warm. One time I woke up and nudged the guy next to me...but he was dead. Frozen to death. Other guys lost fingers and toes on those nights.”
Starfire swallowed thickly, a pang to the heart.
“They marched us to a bathroom once a day. They stripped us and tied chains to our feet and put bags over our heads…then we walked blindly for a long time. Then we were told to do our business, still with the bags on and chained to each other. There was only one bathroom break, so if you had to go, it was then that you did it. Otherwise you had to hold it or crap in the corner. We collected filth on our feet and legs and everything smelled. But after a while…we kind of got used to it. Then new smells would emerge. Smells of rot and infection.
“They humiliated us...called us names, made us feel like animals. They worked us too, made us carry weights for long periods of time, and made us hold our hands over our heads for hours. With the shirts we wore, raising your arms exposed everything. And they’d take the time to emasculate us. They would beat us for punishment, and chastise us verbally…using profanity that would make a sailor blush. They pointed out our flaws and made us feel weak and useless. I have scars on my scars from them. Then if you said anything wrong, you were put into solitary confinement, The Hole. Then they beat the other prisoners outside of The Hole, and you could hear their screams of pain…the other boys hit the door and shouted out profanity and said how much they hated whoever was in the hole for getting them in trouble.”
“Were you ever put in the hole?”
“Everyone was. I was doing pushups and singing Amazing Grace, when one of my Masters asked me why I was being so obedient. I told him I was obedient by nature, and he called me a liar…then he threw me in The Hole for four days.”
“Four days?!” Starfire was familiar with solitary confinement. Four days was a long time, even for her.
“It was almost three, but my freedom depended on the other prisoners. The Masters said if everyone was willing to give up their blankets, I would be let out.”
“How many sacrificed?”
“None.”
It wasn’t all that surprising, but still sad.
“There was one boy…he barricaded himself in the corner, using the bed, and he shouted and screamed and raved like a madman. Something about needing a doctor…So the Masters let him out and we all thought he was being set free. But when that door swung closed…we heard a gunshot and that was it.
“Like I said, the early days are the haziest. I’m sure there were whole days I don’t remember. But then…things got worse. It turned into real torture instead of abuse. One at a time, they would take a boy from the room and hours later, return with a bloody remnant of a shambling body. Some never came back.”
Starfire watched as he raised his hand, seemingly scrutinizing the webbed surface. “I got taken twice. Both times I remember some things clearly, and some of it is completely blacked out.”
He fell silent.
“What happened?” She pried gently.
“I don’t think I want to say it out loud.”
Starfire took his hand. Very patiently and tenderly, she explained, “before I came to Earth, I was a prisoner on a slave ship of the Gordianians. Before that, I spent many months being experimented on by the Psions. If anyone can understand what it was like for you, I believe it is me.”
He looked at her, lips pulled into a grimace. “What if you had it worse and I…I had this transformation that you didn’t?”
“We all deal with trauma differently. I will not judge what you went through compared to myself. Just understand that I can handle whatever you may say. I may seem rather soft, but I am not.”
He nodded and turned his head back to look at the ceiling. “I guess you are pretty tough. I like that about you, Starfire. Tough, with a soft facade.”
She smiled a little. The compliment sounded like one of Robin’s.
“I don’t know what the purpose of that chair was. Maybe they just wanted to cause pain? Or maybe there was something more to it? They found the perfect ways to cause pain. They cut just deep enough to hit all the nerves, and poured acid and alcohol into the wounds. They hammered needles under my nails and poured hot oil on my genitals.
“I lost my voice screaming both times. The water was scarce and smelled like rotten eggs when they actually allowed us some.”
Starfire silently wiped the tears from her face. She could handle what he was saying, but her heart was big and she empathized far too much.
“One of the Masters laughed through it all. The other was silent. The laughing man had pure white skin and this horrible, evil smile. He thought my suffering was funny. The more I cried, the more joy he felt. I remember glancing down and seeing my naked body covered in blood, and asking for him to kill me. He just danced and clapped his hands with glee.”
“That must have been the Joker,” Starfire guessed. “Batman said he was responsible for this.”
Black seemed to mull this information over as he ran his tongue over his teeth. “Yeah,” he croaked. “That sounds familiar.”
“What else do you remember?” She pried gently, hoping to maybe redirect him and keep him from shutting down.
“There was the food.” He acknowledged. “We started out on bread and water...and then over time they gave us meat. Just meat, no vegetables or even bread. It was boiled, but tasted like pork…and they let us eat as much as we wanted. I distinctly remember one boy eating so much that he puked…” Black swallowed deeply. “Then someone freaked out, because they realized they were chewing on a finger. And then we all found out that the boys who had died had not been buried…but we were eating them…”
Starfire covered her mouth in sickness. She had witnessed such things on the Gordianian ship. But to see one alien species eat another was not all that odd. But for one human to eat another?
“Some cried. Others made themselves vomit. I just curled up in a corner and decided I would never eat again.”
“I understand your decision to not eat processed meat quite clearly now.” She tried to speak softly, but her voice held an edge. One belonging to someone with revenge on the mind.
Black brought his hands up to his face. “They injected us with poison.” He continued. “I don’t know what it was, but it glowed green in the syringe and we could see it in our veins. It burned. I swear that’s how all of this happened. They shot us up three times daily. It had different effects on each of us. One boy dropped dead. Another started eating himself…bit the skin clear off his arm. Most of them, though, just vomited blood and died.”
Starfire watched in amazement as Black relayed his story with no emotion on his face. As for her, she was white-knuckling a pillow, trying to keep her anger in check.
“Sometimes at night, if I listened just hard enough…I could hear singing. I think it came from my own mind, my subconscious. But it was the most wonderful thing I had heard in the world.”
She had always known Robin enjoyed listening to music. It wasn’t uncommon for the boombox in the ops room to be on when he was around. Even when he was in his office doing research, orchestral music could faintly be heard, likely to fill the silence.
With some sort of music often playing around him, it wasn’t hard to imagine he’d subconsciously sing to comfort himself.
She noted this observation and theory down on her notepad and then looked to Black to ask him further questions…only to find him already asleep.
It was a little flattering, seeing that talking to her relaxed him so much that he fell asleep.
With a smile, she draped a blanket over him. As she got close, she got a whiff of his deodorant. He smelled like Robin again, and not the foul stench of death and rot. He smelled clean, with a hint of a musky spice. The scent of hair gel was missing though.
She contemplated going to sleep in his room, or even the Ops room, but in the end, she decided to stay. Shyly, she scooted closer to him so she could feel a bit of his body heat.
He mumbled in his sleep and shifted, bringing his leg over to touch hers.
She blushed wildly.
Eventually, she calmed down enough to feel sleep coming for her as well. Her eyes were heavy and despite the horrors he had shared with her, she felt rather at ease and soon drifted off to sleep, forehead lightly resting against his arm.
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#5
I staunchly do not read canon, my one exception being Wayne Family Adventures, but I do need to give two book recommendations.
First,
Anatomy of a Metahuman is a dossier written by Bruce Wayne with the intent of exploring, documenting, and understanding the anatomy and abilities of metahumans, both allies and foes. It’s fantastic, because it makes a genuine stab and trying to explain, say, how Superman can fly and what that might mean about his physiology.
The voice of Bruce is fantastic, because in the writing he is clearly wary of how clearly dangerous even his friends are, but his view doesn’t stop with paranoid humbuggery. Bruce as written has such deep respect for his metahuman friends. “Their abilities make no sense with the known laws of physics but here are four possible ways to explain, and regardless of the answer they could slaughter us all if they wanted, but also wow, my good friend is such a genuinely compassionate and responsible person, humanity is lucky to have them.”
Whereas the villain chapters are more like “Here are ten different ways this person is scary beyond all reason and can cause untold death and if we’re very very very prepared we might get lucky enough to fight to a draw but also all of these potential methods are nonlethal I repeat we are not killing the universe-destroying demigod.” (And in the Bane chapter, Bruce bounces between “He’s way too smart and strong and terrifying but also let me detail for you the ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING HUMAN RIGHTS VIOLATIONS THIS PERSON HAS HAD TO LIVE THROUGH IT IS AN INJUSTICE.”)
Really, 10/10 experience.
And second,
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#4
brucedad being bruce for your fics? just the ultimate dad fic. any genre just. the father.
Literally all of them. :D If Bruce is present, unless he is an actual, physical child, he is Dad. Just, the daddliest dad. He can't help it.
If you'd like some specific examples of daddliness, um um um...
Bruce adopts his kids!
Bruce literally gets so stressed that one of his kids is hurt that he passes out a little
This Man Is Tired
Itty bitty baby dad Bruce finds out child-rearing is terrifying
Accidental Child Acquisition
Bruce overlooks Literal Murder Attempts while on a quest for hugs
He uses Full Names like a pro
Honest to goodness every sickfic I've ever written, just *gestures emotionally*
He even dads his coworkers!
Someone give this man a baby stat
the DADDLIEST of dads, I had to leave so so so many off this list, literally just read it all
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#3
oh nygma nygma what have they done to you
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#2
I am going to shake Matt Reeves like a vending machine until Robin falls out
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My #1 post of 2022
I will give so much money to the first Hollywood Batman director who has the guts to give me:
- onscreen Robin
- a Harvey Dent who shows up at least one full movie before Two-Face
- a secretly soft and tender Bruce who hopes so much it hurts to watch
- Alfred with a shotgun
- not so much as a single Joker mention
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Through The Years
Edward Nashton x Wayne!F!Reader
Angst With Comfort, Fluff
Diversion From Canon
Summary~ Eddie's Finally Old Enough To Leave The Orphanage
Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 Pt6
An~ This is short. I'm sorry. Not to sound ominous, but this may be the last happy chapter for a while🤠
<14 Years Ago>
<18 Years Old>
You waited for Edward outside the massive door to the orphanage. He was getting out today, you offered him a place to stay in the Manor for as long as he needed. He agreed, very reluctantly, he despised the rich and powerful, you were his only exception, and the idea of becoming one of them made him sick.
~~
Edward grabbed what little he had and began walking towards the exit before being stopped by one of the 'caretakers'. They began speaking to him, but he wasn't listening, he just wanted to see you. He surprised them both when he spoke his thoughts aloud.
"I'm going to burn this place to the ground."
~~
You were waiting for a lot longer than you had expected, you began to worry. You knew how ready he was to finally leave the orphanage, it was all he wanted, so him taking a while was fairly suspicious.
You decided to try knocking on the decrepit door, but before you could reach the steps the doors were flung open and a fury of shouts flies out with them. Edward and some older person, who you guessed was a carer, were screaming profanities at each other.
"Don't you ever talk to me that way!" They yelled in his face.
"What? You bastards can talk to us however you want, but we can't stand up for ourselves? Fuck that!" He shouted back, sounding erratic.
You'd known Edward for eight years now, never had you seen him angry, but you knew you had to stop it.
"Eddie?" You stepped beside him, gently hugging his arm. "You ready to go?" You decided to completely ignore the carer, focusing all your attention on him. He took a shaky breath in, slowly taking his eyes off them, and nodded, you began to lead him back to your car.
"Don't you come back here ever again young man!" They called after him as you opened the passenger seat door for him.
"I already told you I would." He mumbled as you made your way round to the drivers seat. Once you put your seat belt on you comfortingly placed your hand on his thigh.
"You okay? You need anything?" You ask softly, kissing his cheek.
"No, I just want to go." He leans his head in your shoulder as you gently wrap your arms around him.
You pull away and gently kiss his forehead.
"Great, my brother and Alfred have been wanting to meet you." You laugh as his face falls in horror.
"Oh God you're right." He hides his face in his hands.
"Yeah, I've really hyped you up." You giggle as you start the car, "Let's hope you can live up to it."
"Shut up."
~~
"Don't worry, they're going to love you. And if they don't, fuck 'em." You whisper as you approach the door of the Manor. You can hear him trying, and failing, to steady his breathing. "It's alright Eddie, just hold my hand, okay?" You offer him a sweet smile, he nods meekly.
The door opens suddenly, Edward jumps and tries to hide behind you.
"Hi Alfred." You smile and wave, subtly pulling Edward forward. "This is Edward, my boyfriend." He waves awkwardly, "He's shy." You tell Alfred before quickly addressing Edward "It's okay Darling. He's not scary."
"Hello Edward, its a pleasure to meet you. Y/N has spoken about you quite a bit. She seems to be captivated by you." Alfred attempted to speak with Edward but only being met with wide eyes and heavy silence.
"He's had a bad day, it's probably better if we just get settled in first." You explain to Alfred whilst comfortingly running your hand down Edwards back.
~~
As Edward placed his things on the table, you came up behind him and cuddled him from behind.
"I'm sorry." You kissed his shoulder, neck and cheeks.
"I... I just want to go to bed." He turned to face you, "I'm tired."
You nod and lead him to the bed. You snuggle in beside him, laying on your side. You gently tuck a stray piece of hair behind his ear.
"I love you." You softly kiss his head before he hides his head into your chest, you wrapped your arms around his torso and intertwined your legs with his.
"I love you too." He sighed happily, fully believing, at least for a moment, that he had found home
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