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andieperrie18 · 3 years

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Your Endgame

So this is requested by@raginghellfire. I haven’t written in a while due Uni and busy classes but I hope I did a good job on this. UwU Dami might be a bit OOC but I really think he is a passionate lover when he falls in love.

Bruce Wayne was one tough cookie. Unlike Tony, he held shackled himself with the responsibility of protecting Gotham city from its baddies that he barely let himself enjoy his life. He too cares for children very much but he wasn't as hands-on being there for them. He wasn't always there in those best events in their life to congratulate them that greatly hurt them. It would seem that he just adopted these children as soldiers for his endless war with crime, that they were nothing but expendable assets. But he does love them and had just recently been trying to reconnect with all of them.

Tony Stark had always let his child have free reign over their life but he never leaves the passenger seat. He will always be by their side no matter what choice they make. He was never strict as he was a free soul but he grows and understands responsibility everyday after returning from Afghanistan after being held captive. He wasn't a perfect father but he did try for Y/n, good thing for him is that she understands responsibility earlier made it easy for him to be there for him.

Bruce Wayne was notorious for being a play boy, same goes to Tony Stark. Both men has had another of flings that the paparazzi didn't miss to see. It took quite a while before two of them finally found out the true meaning of true love. The one decided to settle down while the other chose his job over attaining a lifelong happiness and peace.

Some of the Wayne kids also had their own flings through out their lives. Some had more the two and some, just one. Just one cause when the second came, they were their endgame.

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The bright city lights of Paris slightly seeped in the glass panes of the balcony doors of the room. Across it was a king sized bed with undone sheets and two people underneath the high quality comforter. Damian and Y/n sat with backs against the head board, the latter former resting his against the latter's figure. His head slightly buried on her neck as her fingers combed through his bed hair her other hand around his bare chest.

"I'm pretty sure that photo reached them already," her voice echoed around the slightly dim room.

Damian hummed, "It did, which earned me quite a number of miss calls from my family,"

Y/n giggled that he found contagious making him do the same.

"I'm going back to Gotham in two days but I don't think I'm ready to leave your side yet," he snuggled his face on her neck, placing butterflies kisses on them. Her eyes close, a flutter vibrates within her chest as she pulled his head closer. Placing her lips on his head. Damian pulled her seated figure closer to his own, his face snuggling closer to her skin.

"Can I just postpone the flight for another month?" he mumbled, sending tickles on her skin making her giggle.

"Dami, you said that 2 months ago and you already bought a ticket home,"

Damian never whines but after almost two years of being in a relationship, there are certain childishness he had suddenly unlock being with her. Y/n laughed at his childish wiles as it send tingles in his stomach, he loves it when she laughs because of him.

"Besides, I already scheduled mine and my seat is next to yours, you can't expect me to have an empty seat beside me?"

Damian's head shot up from her neck, his eyes staring at her. Y/n bit her lip containing a fit of giggles after seeing his eyes sparkle like a child getting a new toy. He slumped his faced between breast.

"I really love you."

"And I really love you too, Dami,"

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And probably the biggest public figures is youngest Wayne child and the eldest Stark Child. The most controversial couple that reached ears all over the world. No one knew of their relationship as until the paparazzi caught a picture of them kissing at Champ de Mars near the Eiffel tower. The news made use of the quote, "Pictures speaks a thousand words" rather well. Some are heartbroken by the news but the biggest people taken surprise by the news were the Wayne's.

Clicks and flashes surrounded the long trail of red carpet that lead to entrance of the Wayne manor that held another gala. This time it was a celebratory occasion for the youngest Wayne's return from a long vacation that he took a almost 2 years ago. A break he took after a rather peaceful yet melancholic break up with titan's member. Damian suddenly decided to toss the towel and told his Father that he doesn't want to be like Bruce, alone and brooding. He needs to breath for a while to which his father did not hesitate to agree. Bruce loves his children, he may not show it but he does.

A Grey matte Porsche 911 parked its way at the end of the carpet making some of the photographers to it, awaiting the celebrities that will emerge.

"Do you think they'll like me? I mean Dad isn't really in good terms with Bruce Wayne you know," Y/n eyed the silhouette of the Wayne manor and the crowding paps at the cat walk. This wasn't the first time she came to a Wayne gala, its just that this time she was going to be introduced as Damian Wayne's girlfriend.

The emerald eyed Wayne gently took her chin to meet his eyes. A gentle smiles grew from his lips.

"They will, beloved. I know they will because I love you," his voice said laced a such a tender tone that no one ever thought he could have.

A love sick grin emerged from her once doubting expression before she pressed leaned for a quick peck to which he returned in an instant. They pulled away with both of them sharing the same cheek tinted grins.

Damian emerged from the driver's seat followed by the loud camera clicks and calling reporters. He simply gave his signature Wayne smile before turning to the other side of the car to where Y/n emerges with the same celebrity like smile that she inherited from her father. From the moment they set foot on the carpet, the paparazzi just got louder and rather pushy that made the guards push them out a little harder.

"Mr. Wayne how'd you meet Ms. Stark?!"

"Miss Stark, how long have you two been together?!"

"Miss Stark look here!!"

"Mister Wayne! Look here!!"

To say that the paparazzi were going crazy would be an understatement, as they were going mad-crazy as the couple walking the catwalk is the biggest confirmation to the news that a union between the Wayne and the Stark has occurred. If they could only get to the couple to ask some, more like a bunch of questions would be the cherry on top of the new news for next day.

Upon entry within the Manor, their arrival turn heads and silenced chatters.

Y/n M/n Stark, the matriarch of the Stark Industries inheriting the nickname, 'Merchant of Death' in Manhattan. She was a much smarter tinker as she assured no such case like her father's long captivity ever happened again and all Stark weapons are heavily protected and can only be handled by the military hands.

Damian Wayne was no CEO but is a COO of the Wayne Enterprises. Helping his brother Tim in managing the affairs in the company. It's bad enough that the male is overdosing himself with caffeine while handling their nightly hero affairs, he was still his brother no matter how much they quarrel. Damian was willing to shoulder long painstaking meetings for him just to let him have a day off.

To see the two of them together would expresses a union.

Their matching outfit theme elevated the curiosity of all the attendants of the gala. Damian's slick three piece burgundy check suit made Damian look sophisticated but neat. Every young lady around the room were welcome to gawk at his figure as he glides with his partner. Y/n's own green gown greatly complimented his with its shade of green, its shape hugging her figure naturally that she loved. Every young man had their eyes on an emerald.

It didn't take long before the couple reached the group of people they are meant to meet. They didn't miss their wide eyes and dropped jaws. Y/n may be a stranger but they could agree that she is a beautiful stranger.It was only when Damian spoke that they have gained awareness of their surroundings.

"Good evening father, everyone. It's nice to see you all again," Damian began with Y/n holding on to his shoulder.

"I gotta say demon spawn you grew quite a lot for just two years," Jason earned a slightly hard nudge from Dick. Damian may have grown but he still has a tick with Jason's nicknames for him.

"Don't mind him Damian, why don't you introduce your company," the eldest said as he slightly push the white streaked hair male behind him that earned a look from his father.

Damian didn't say anything on the nickname thing and proceeded to introduce her which earned quite an awkward atmosphere on his family's side while the couple remained at ease in their presence.

"Stark its nice to finally see you again," Tim entered as he brought his hand out to which the woman took generously.

"Good to see you too Drake, and good evening to you too Mister Wayne,"

Bruce went forward to shake her hand, "How is your father by the way?" he asked.

"He is doing well, he's living by the countryside with my sister and mom," she replied with a smile.

"So he's settling down?" Bruce asked, quite surprised.

"Yes, he said life is short and he intends to spend it living it with us," She continued to which earned a bit of awkwardness with Damian's siblings. It was a rather sensitive topic but they didn't speak of it any further.

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Damian had to separate himself from Y/n to help Tim a bit on the company. Seated by the bar, with his two brothers and his father, it was quite a company.

"How long have you two been going out?" Dick opened as you turned to him.

"We've been together for almost 1 year and half years, but we didn't started dating until six months later after we met,"

"We're you aware he just got out of a break up?" Jason raised.

Y/n took a sip of her drink, "I did, that's why I didn't let him to be with me until I totally confirmed that I was not a rebound,"

"And how do you know you aren't just a rebound for Rachel Roth?" Dick asked this time.

Bruce didn't say anything as he wasn't very much in touch with his son's relationship, but he did know that he loved her, Damian wouldn't risk his life for anyone if he did. As much as he wanted to stop Dick from pulling a rather sensitive topic on a person he just met especially when that person is someone close to his brother, he wants to know if the girl was just a fling. Y/n was known to have a number of flings before Damian came in to the picture.

"Damian is not mine to claim, whether I am a rebound or not, I still love him, you can try to make me say what we are having is just a fling but I know one thing," her tone was authoritative but calm.

They were doubting Damian's judgement with her relationship with her. Its not like she wasn't aware that he dated a co-worker of his. He was his first love and Y/n knew she might not be his last but she sure prays to whatever ethereal being that they last.

"I love him. Whether you believe me or not, I will always do even if he chooses her over me,"

Damian was her everything.

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By midnight, Damian said his good byes with his family. He didn’t miss the slight look of sadness in her eyes so he took her away from his brothers' company. Damian was sure that they said something but she chose to protect them by not telling him anything.

When they got to the parking lot as they got to their car, Damian stopped and had Y/n face him. Before she could ask, he had already latched his lips on her. Giving her an ever so passionate kiss they always share. One that he always felt like he was having his first kiss the first time.

Y/n circled her arms around his neck before they broke off, forehead resting against each other.

"I may not know what went on between you and my family by the bar, but I want you to know that I love you. You may not be my first but I am deathly sure that you are my last…" he whispered to her.

#damian wayne x reader #Damian Wayne #song prompt #dick grayson #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #bruce wayne #batfamily x reader

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fishfingersandjellybabies · 3 years

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You’ll Have To Come and Find Me - fic

Characters: Tim Drake, Damian Wayne Summary: Damian runs into someone on his way to the League of Lazarus’ tournament. The last person he wanted to see. The last person who should have been looking for him. A/N: Just a thought in my brain that wouldn’t quit. Dialogue heavy. Shittily written idk. ‘Polarize’ by TwentyOne Pilots is such a Damian song to me, and was in my head while writing this, so inspired the title. Might continue this idea a little bit as the Robin series continues, who knows.

He was counting the money from his fight with King Snake as he walked into the café. That’s why he didn’t notice. That’s why he didn’t see.

That’s what he told himself.

But after he walked in the door, he found himself freezing as he looked up.

No.

He’d been so careful, so deliberate. He didn’t leave any traces. He knew he didn’t. There was no way they could find him.

And of course, he couldn’t even back out now. Couldn’t sneak back out of the restaurant, back into the darkness. Because Timothy Drake was already lowering his cup of tea and raising his head to look at him.

They stared at each other for a second. Two. Three. Four. Five. Faces blank, mouths shut.

Then Tim smiled, turned towards the café’s counter and waved. The barista nodded and started on a drink.

Nope. No turning back now.

“How did you find me?” Damian demanded as he stomped forward. Tim motioned to the empty, waiting, chair across from him. A glass of water was already there, as was an empty plate.

Tim shrugged. “Wasn’t that hard.”

“Liar.” Damian spat. “I covered my tracks. I made sure-”

“You made sure Bruce couldn’t find you.” Tim countered, pulling his napkin onto his lap. “And I am not Bruce.”

“…Oracle is smarter than you.” Damian tried.

“Absolutely.” Tim took another sip of his tea. “But I know you better.”

“You don’t know me at all.” Damian crossed his arms. He nodded a thanks to the waiter as he brought Damian’s drink, and a basket of bread. It was tea, like Tim’s, and he could see two sugar cubes dissolving in the bottom.

…His preferred preparation.

He never told Tim how he liked his tea. He never told Tim he liked tea at all.

He glanced up to the elder. Tim smiled behind his own cup and raised his eyebrows. See?

Damian huffed, taking the drink. “What do you want?”

“To find you. Duh.”

“To what, mock me? Remind me of my failures? Rub it in my face that once again you prove you’re better than me?” Damian listed. But as he spoke, Tim’s amused face fell back into stoic, blank.

“No. I wouldn’t do that in the first place. Not…” He lowered his cup once more, stared into the liquid. “Not now, anyway.”

Damian narrowed his eyes, gaze bouncing around Tim’s face, trying to read it. Trying to figure his predecessor out.

“Really?” Damian drawled in disbelief. “So, you’re not here to gloat about how Father gave you Robin back?”

Damian was surprised to see Tim’s face darken, just a little. “I didn’t want it back. He forced it on me in a weird grief-fueled crusade after you disappeared.” Tim glanced up. “A lot’s happened since you left.”

“I’ve been back since I renounced Robin. All this tracking me and you didn’t know that?”

“No, I mean, even since then.” Tim sighed. “…Did you know Dick had regained his memories before you helped save him and the family?”

Damian pursed his lips, stared at the basket of bread. “…No.”

“…How are you feeling about that?” Tim asked softly.

“I don’t need your pathetic brand of therapy, Drake.” Damian snapped.

“I’m not trying to play therapist, I’m just trying to make sure my little brother is okay.” Tim shot back just as harshly. “Especially since he’s running off to some secret tournament that he could die in.”

Tim’s mouth clamped shut then, and Damian watched him. “…How did you know about that?”

“That’s not important, here, okay, I just-”

“It is to me.” Damian countered. “Tell me or I’m leaving.”

Tim glowered back at him. “I’ll follow you.”

“Not if I break your leg.”

“Why do you…!” Tim cut himself off in a sigh, slumped back in his chair. “I got word Talia was in town, followed her tracks. Saw the security footage from her apartment when you went and met her. Heard about that League of Lazarus thing and looked into it.”

“How did you look into it?” Damian asked. “Even I didn’t know about it. And if Mother wasn’t forthcoming with me, I can’t see her being a source of information for you.”

Now it was Tim’s turn to cross his arms and look away.

Damian studied him for a moment, then let his eyes go wide. “…You didn’t.”

“Look, I said it didn’t matter-”

“You did not contact Grandfather for information.” Damian practically begged. “Drake!”

“You know as well as I do he’ll give me anything I want if I’m the one to reach out to him.” Tim reassured quickly. “And sorry if my brother’s safety is a good reason for me to contact an enemy!”

Damian glared at him for a moment before looking at the clean white plate. “…Stop calling me your brother.”

“Oh, for god’s sake, Damian-”

“Because after what I’ve done, I don’t deserve the title.”

Tim paused then, stared right back. Sighed and leaned forward to grab his tea again.

“What happened wasn’t your fault.” Tim whispered. “Definitely not Dick, not Alfred…especially not Alfred…I know you think it is, and trust me, I get that. I felt the same back when my dad died. Bruce.” A moment. “…You.”

Damian glanced up at him.

“I get that you think it was. Because you were there, because you’re supposed to be a hero, that’s what the world thinks you are, but…It’s not, Damian. It never was. You’re just a kid. A kid in a shitty, traumatic situation.” Tim hesitated, and Damian watched as he swallowed a lump in his throat. “And we just want you to come home.”

“Why?” Damian asked quietly. “I’ll do nothing but hurt all of you.”

“Can I make a counterpoint to that?” Tim asked. “What do you think you’re doing to us now? Disappearing? We don’t know how you are, or if you’re even alive. Don’t you think that’s hurting us too?”

“…It shouldn’t.”

“Well. It does.” Tim sniffed. “That’s why I’m here. That’s part of why Babs became Oracle again. That’s why Dick wants to use the fortune Alfred left him to find you.”

“Forget about me.” Damian shook his head. “You’ll all be better off. Grayson especially.”

“A matter of personal opinion. An opinion I highly disagree with.” Tim shrugged. “And just because Dick, arguably, loves you the most, therefore is the most heartbroken with you not there, doesn’t mean he’ll be better off if you just…vanish from his life like you weren’t ever there in the first place.”

“He thrived without any memories of me as the cab driver, so we have proof that he would be.” Damian explained. “Besides. Time heals all wounds. Or whatever. You’ll all forget about me if you give yourself the chance to.”

“And I think you dying is proof that we won’t, and can’t.” Tim leaned forward more, reaching for Damian’s hand. Damian allowed him to take it. “Which is why I’m here.”

“I’m not going back to Gotham, Drake. I can’t.” Damian murmured, closing his eyes and shaking his head. “I’m not…I can’t be there. Right now.”

“I know. I know I said we want you home, but I never said I was taking you back. I told you I’m out here to find you.”

“Well. Congratulations.” Damian said bitterly. “You did.”

Tim smiled. “Great.” He squeezed Damian’s hand and released it. “So, where’s this island? For the tournament?”

Damian furrowed his brows. “What?”

“I’m not taking you home. I promise.” Tim let his grin widen, become just a little too shit-eating. “But that doesn’t mean I’m leaving you.”

“…You’re not serious.”

“My goal was to find you. And not lose you again. The only way to do that is to not leave you, in my deductions.” Tim winked. “Besides, you were right – this Lazarus Tournament sounds interesting. And concerning. You’re gonna need backup. More than the folks we know who are gonna be there already, anyway.”

“…How do you know who’s in the tournament?” Damian asked slowly. Tim just pursed his lips, blinked, and grinned. Damian sighed. “After this tournament, I’m making sure my grandfather never contacts you again.”

“Hey, sometimes it’s nice having a super-villain obsessed with you.” Tim shrugged. “Helped me get you back, after all.”

“All the more reason I’ll have to kill him.”

Tim laughed at that, took a piece of bread for himself. “…You okay with me tagging along?”

Damian sipped his tea. “Not in the slightest.”

“Good.” Tim glanced at his watch. “About an hour until your boat arrives. That’s enough time for you to rest a little while we figure out an outline of a plan to take out this League of Lazarus.”

At that, Tim turned, digging in the backpack he had hanging off his chair. Damian watched him as he pulled out papers and notebooks, dropping them on the table between them.

And he didn’t want it. Didn’t deserve it. His family deserved better. Drake deserved better. Drake had better things to do than chase him, a failure, across the world, and hardly for either of their own sakes. All for the sake of their family. Because Tim loved them. Because Damian loved them. Because Tim loved Damian too.

“…Drake?” Damian whispered. Tim glanced up. “…Thank you for finding me.”

Tim blinked, and let his face drop into a smile. “Any time, little brother.”

#Damian Wayne #Tim Drake

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catxsnow · 4 years

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YOU NOT HIM T.D.

Request: Can i request reader liking dick but he reject her because she is too young or something lol. But then tim has a crush on her and she slowly starts to fall for him. Then dick regrets it. Pretty please? 🙏 Thanks!

Warning: angst, mentions of blood, if you squint really hard mentions of sexual content, fluff

A/N: This might be one of my favourites 🥺🥺

Word count: 5.1k

Bruce Wayne was somehow able to adopt all attractive children. Every single kid that he had living under his roof turned out to be ridiculously handsome later on in life. Dick, the oldest - a ladies man through and through. Jason had his whole 'bad boy' persona - though you knew him well enough to know he was nothing but a sweetheart.

Tim was nothing but lovable. He was kind and sweet to you since the beginning. Even Damian who was still young was going to grow up to be just like his father. They were all incredibly good looking people - all of which had made you weak in the knees.

You had been running alongside Bruce and his family for a couple years. Long enough to have known their identities and long enough to be an equal with them. It was had being a sidekick to the great Batman, but you had made do. Being partners with Tim worked fine, but the moment he left, you did too.

Years of training, hard work, and pining over Dick Grayson. The only problem being - he was twenty-six and you were just past the age of eighteen. Far too young for him and in his eyes, way too immature. That didn't stop you from liking him more and more every time you saw him.

You had even gone out of your way to move to Bludhaven to be closer to him. Working more cases in the night with him, getting every chance that you got to be with him. You were hopelessly yearning for him.

Dick Grayson was perfect. He was kind, patient, a total badass. In all your time of knowing him, he always took his time with you no matter the situation. If you couldn't get a proper training move down, he'd stay with you until you got it. Having trouble with your school work - he'd sit with you and figure it out.

He truly was the perfect man, and you wished nothing more to know if he felt the same way. So, the next time you saw him - you risked everything. You told Dick of your feelings for him, how you wished to be together and be the one to love him. You spilled your heart out to him, hoping that he would accept you.

As you should have known, he didn't. Dick saw you as nothing but a little sister he never had. You were far too young for him. His love for you was always there, just not in the way that you had hoped. Heartbroken, you assured him that you understood him and that everything was okay. As long as you didn't lose him forever, that was what mattered the most.

You were thankful that Dick didn't make things awkward between you. Every time you saw him it seemed just like old times - but now you knew not to get your hopes up anymore. Dick had made his choice, and he wasn't going to change it.

With a broken heart, you moved back to Gotham. Back to working with Batman and Robin- neither of which you were fond to be back with. Things weren't the same, Bruce and Damian didn't need you anymore. You would fly solo unless it was some sort of big raid - often times having to go home to an empty apartment where you would have to sew your own wounds.

You missed what your life was like in Bludhaven. Going back would be too hard, you needed to distance yourself from Dick, let these feelings simmer away until there was nothing left. At least, you hoped that was what was going to happen.

Another night of Gotham and another night of blood soaking through your suit. It had only been a few weeks since you had been back but it felt like a lifetime. Gotham was draining and you forgot how terrible it treated you.

"Heard you were back in town," a voice called out. You were in the bathroom, trying to stitch up the cut along your torso. The sudden arrival had caused you to jump, making your wound even worse. "Oh fuck, sorry."

Tim Drake stood at your door. He wore jeans and a t-shirt that showed just how much stronger he had gotten since you had last seen him. You glared at him between winces of pain. Tim carefully grabbed the needle and thread from your bloody hands, wordlessly taking your place and finishing the job.

"What the fuck, Tim," You snapped. Since being home, you were in no mood to speak to anyone of the Wayne family. It was nice being on your own for a while. Besides, he was supposed to be with the Teen Titans right now. "What are you doing here?"

"Heard you were back in Gotham," He repeated earlier. His stitching jabbed you a little too violently and you jerked at the pain. Without realizing you had latched onto his thigh to try to dim the searing hurt that ran up your body. You never noticed Tim's breathing catch in his throat and the heat that crawled up his neck. "Thought I'd come by and see you."

"How'd you find me?" You asked. You never told anyone where you had set up your new home. Tim only gave you a look - of course. He knew how to find you, he could find anyone if he so wanted to it wasn't too difficult. You appreciated him for going out of his way to meet up with you.

Tim finished the last stitch and wiped away the rest of the blood that stained your skin. He placed a white bandage over it and stretched his back from being crouched for so long. Without missing a beat, he followed you to your room, watching you rummage through your drawer to find a t-shirt to wear.

"I'm guessing you didn't just come for a visit," You continued. Tim leaned against your door, arms crossed over his chest. While he explained himself, you went out to clean up your weapons used from the night, something to keep you busy and your mind off the idea that he might bring up Dick's rejection.

"I came to see if you wanted to join me," He announced. You raised an eyebrow at him. So many times you had explicitly stated that you wanted no part of any team. After learning everything from Batman, you picked up on his undesirable trait of not wanting to be part of a team. Whether it was the Justice League or the Teen Titans.

You scoffed and pushed past him to retrieve your bloody suit. It would need to be fixed and cleaned up before tomorrow night. Tim followed you through your small home. He had wanted you to join for a long time, now that you were done your little escapade in Bludhaven, it was the perfect chance to convince you.

"Come on, you're coming home with wounds every night and I'm worried about you," Tim tried to change your mind. Your eyes narrowed at his words - this hadn't been the first time that he had seen you in Gotham.

"You've been following me?" You asked, but more so looking for confirmation. Tim hung his head in shame. He felt like an idiot for letting that slip - you shouldn't have known about it. It had been several days that he had been in Gotham. Bruce knew, he never told you until now.

"I was worried about you," Tim confessed. "I heard about what happened with Dick and I didn't want you to do anything drastic." More like he was hoping that he could be the one to swoop in and win your heart. You were only a year older than Tim, but while you were pining after Dick, he was pining after you.

Those years as being partners he had fallen in love with you. He loved the way that you were so excited to save people, how you were so easily able to solve problems, and the way you smiled when you were excited. This whole time, you hadn't noticed because you were so busy with trying to sway Dick.

You cringed at him revealing knowing about what happened between you and Dick. That was the last thing you wanted to hear come from him mouth - it was embarrassing. You didn't even want to think about what it would be like if Damian found out what had happened; he would never let you hear the end of it.

"I'm not going to work with a team of kids," you kept up with your answer.

"They - we - aren't kids. I just thought maybe you'd like some fresh faces," Tim argued. The selfish part of him wanted you to come just because he wanted to see you. He wouldn't tell you that, not yet anyways.

You had to admit, the idea of getting out of Gotham and seeing some fresh faces sounded a little too perfect to you. It would be nice to put Batman and Co. on the back burner until this stupid flutter in your heart for Dick went away. As much as you didn't want to join a team, it was your best option.

The bloody suit in your hand dropped to the ground. Maybe it was time for a completely new revamping. New name, new suit, new team, new city. You had been the same vigilante for years - Dick, Jason, even Tim had all grown out of their original stage and into something new. Maybe it was time for you to do so too.

"You know what? Fuck it."

"Tim!" You screeched. Your face was bright red from all the blood flowing to it. Everything was viewed upside down and you were starting to get dizzy.

It had been well over a year since you had joined the Titans. They were all excited to see you there, many faces that you had never seen before and even more that you liked to consider friends. Bart, Kon, Cassie - you were all so excited to see them. Joining this team seemed like a pain but the second you stepped into the tower you knew you made the right choice.

Your new persona made you feel alive again and you were more ready than ever to get back out on the streets to kick some ass. This new life that you created here, it was something that you never thought you would be able to do. For the first time in a long time, you felt happy, at home. Something that never truly happened at the Manor.

"Tim! Let me go!" You laugh echoed through the massive room. The two of you had been training - though at that moment neither of you were taking it seriously in the slightest. Tim had grabbed you by the thighs and hauled you over his shoulder, running around and not letting go.

You slapped his ass, hoping that it would be enough to get him to let you go. Instead, he slapped yours even harder. Thankfully he set you back down on the ground, but didn't considering letting you out of his hold. Tim pulled you against his chest, kissing you long and sweet to make up for his behavior.

"Sorry, my love," Tim smirked. No he wasn't.

Maybe the reason that you were so happy with you new life was because of Tim. Tim Drake had been the one to convince you to change homes, and the one to wiggle his way in to mend your broken heart. He had stood by your side through thick and thin, doing everything in his power to make you feel better.

Along the way, he had also gotten you to fall in love with him. Dick was out of your mind, every thought now consumed by Tim. The first year you were there, it was incredible to see such a change within you. Everyone saw it - Bart making the most fun of your growing feelings for Tim. Feelings that you denied for a very long time.

Everyone could see how hopelessly in love you were with each other. You hadn't been able to believe if for a long time. Tim was your friend, your partner - not a lover. There was no way that you saw him like that, right? You had never been so wrong in your entire life.

Maybe these feelings for Tim had always been there. Maybe you were just too busy following Dick around that you didn't have the time to realize it. Or maybe he had brought out a side of him that you hadn't realized existed. You saw him differently than you had when he was Robin.

It was one night that the two of you were alone in the tower - a first since you had been there - that had gotten you to admit your feelings. The night was calm and you guys took the opportunity to play a movie on the big screen. Unfortunately for you, the whole movie you had been consumed with the idea of kissing him.

A perfectly timed sex scene had given you a strange amount of courage. You couldn't take this tension with him anymore. So, you had nearly leaped on top of him, pressing your lips against his. Tim didn't hesitate to react to it, kissing you back and pulling you onto his lap. You straddled him, fingers threading through his hair as he desperately tried to peel your clothes off.

After a very embarrassing, almost naked, confrontation with your teammates that had suddenly arrived, you and Tim became inseparable. Several months of dating and you knew that you had made the right choice with him. Tim cared about you in ways that you never thought a man would do for you.

"Yeah, yeah," You waved him off. Your face was finally going back to normal as the blood flow balancing out. "There's a lot of ways you could make it up to me, you know?" You grinned, hands trailing up his bare chest.

"Oh yeah?" Tim placed his hands on your hips, pulling you completely flush against him. He trailed soft kisses up your neck, eager to hear what you were thinking. "What'd you have in mind?"

Suddenly, your foot hooked into his ankles and you pulled his legs out from right under him. Tim groaned as his back painfully hit the training mat and a disappointed look filled his eyes. "Buying me lunch."

Tim didn't let you get very far. He pulled the same move as you did and brought you down on the mat. Tim trapped you beneath him, his legs on either side of yours and hands by your shoulders. You could get out if you so wished - but you didn't.

You were thankful he let your hands free. You placed them on either side of his face and pulled him down so you could connect your lips. There were many times that you would be in the training room, Tim convincing you to make out and every time someone would walk in. This time you felt dangerously brave.

Tim gasped as your hands trailed down his chest and towards his shorts. "You really want to risk that right now?" He asked between kisses. You responded without words, and instead adding pressure to your hold. Tim groaned into your neck, there was no way that he could say no to you.

"Tim!"

You had never seen your boyfriend jump off of you so quickly before. The voice hadn't belonged to any of your teammates and the tone of it wasn't scolding, it was excited. Whoever it was, obviously hadn't fully seen what had been going on. You should have expected that you wouldn't get what you wanted.

"(Y/N)?" Dick Grayson faltered in his spot. It was the first time that he had seen you since he had let you down. Nearly two years without seeing how much you had grown. He had heard that you had moved into the tower, but it had been a long time since you had gone home to Gotham.

Tim went without you, working with Bruce for a few cases here and there. No one had visited the tower while you were there and you had to admit that you were thankful for it. Leaving your past behind - besides Tim - it was refreshing. Seeing Dick again had brought back a tug in your heart that you thought was long gone.

"Dick," You half smiled. His hair was shorter than last time you had seen him. Muscles more defined than ever. The bags under his eyes were worse but his smile was still the exact same. Dick hadn't expected you to be with Tim, not romantically. You never seemed interested in him growing up.

Your breathing caught in your throat. After seeing him for the first time in a long time, you didn't realize the wave of emotions that would come. You were confused by everything flooding your brain - hope, guilt, desire, even anger.

"You look great," he complimented, bringing you in for a hug. It was true. You had grown a lot in these two years. Different hair, more fit than you ever been in your life. Being on this team had done you good in more ways than one.

"What're you doing here?" Tim asked. Dick stared as you interlocked hands with your boyfriend.

"I'm, uh, taking Kori's place as team leader for a little while," Dick explained. Kori had mentioned before that she was going to need to take some time away. She never said what for or when, but she must have had to leave sooner than anticipated. "You guys are together?"

"Yep," your voice strained. You never imagined that this reunion would be so tense. It was easier to see Dick right after he had let you down than it was now. For some reason, his appearance had created a tension. You weren't sure if it was from you, or if Tim was suddenly jealous of his older brother, or Dick was just uncomfortable with it all.

"Congrats," Dick nodded. He awkwardly scratched the back of his head. A sudden noise came from outside the room. "I'm gonna go see everyone else I guess. See you later tonight?" You and Tim both nodded in sync. It seemed like the moment that he stepped out of the room, you both let out a breath of air.

"That was weird, right?" You asked, staring at the door that Dick left from rather than up at Tim. You couldn't have been the only one to find that whole confrontation painful. Tim nodded in agreement. His jaw was tight and he glared at the door Dick just left from. "Wait a second, you're not jealous of Dick, are you?"

"No!" Tim defended. Unfortunately for him, you could tell that he was lying. "He was your first love! It's only been two years since he told you he didn't feel the same way. Besides, you didn't see the way he was looking at you. I just..." He trailed off, unsure if he was willing to say what was on his mind.

"You're worried I still have feelings for him," You finished. Tim wearily nodded. You placed your hands at the base of his neck, thumb brushing against his jawline. Tim was forced to look you in your eyes, as much as he didn't want to at this moment. "I love you, Tim. Only you. You have nothing to worry about."

You pulled him down for another kiss. Tim finally melted into your hold. He knew that you loved him, genuinely. However, it was still hard to have Dick be living in the same home as you once again. He felt childish for being jealous for no reason. Dick had already stated that he didn't have feelings for you - he didn't need to worry now.

At least he hoped.

Apparently Tim did have something to worry about - and it wasn't you.

Dick's time in the tower extended longer than he imagined it too. He was only supposed to be there for a week or two, now it had been nearly a month. While it was nice to have him around, especially on missions, Tim was eager for his brother to leave them again. He hated when the two of you spent time together.

Maybe it was just him being jealous, maybe he was paranoid. Either way, whenever it was the two of you alone, Tim got antsy. Kon was the first to notice. He assured his best friend that he had nothing to worry about - as far as his Kryptonian sense could tell, you didn't have any feelings for Dick.

Tim found himself spending more nights in your room, keeping you in bed longer than he normally would in the mornings. He even held hands with you more often; you had enjoyed his affection, even though you knew where it had stemmed from.

It was an afternoon of training did he finally have enough. Dick was using you as a partner to show off some new moves for all the team to learn. The two of you danced around the mat, anticipation running high. You were both drenched in sweat, breathing heavy from your previous spar.

"Come on, Big Bird," You taunted. Dick hated that name, it only reminded him of Sesame Street. He hadn't heard that name in a long time - not since he had seen you last. For some reason, it had caught him off guard enough for you to make your strike. Dick reoriented himself rather quickly.

Instead of you taking him down, he had roughly slammed you to the floor. Dick hovered over you, eyes soft as he met yours. Ever since he had been back with you in the tower, there was something eating him alive. Guilt? Shame? He tried to blame his feelings on those but he knew what it was: regret.

Dick regretted letting you go all those years ago. When he was asked to take over the Titans Tower, he was excited to see you. In two short years he had hoped that you hadn't moved on. Not seeing you nearly every day left a hole in his chest and he didn't realize what it was until seeing you again.

Upon realizing that you were with Tim, he felt his heart crack. Of course he had lost his chance with you - and it was no one to blame but himself. Dick pushed you away because he thought you to be too young, when in reality he was just scared of hurting you.

"Dick!" Tim's voice echoed throughout the training room. There was a harsh tone to it, full of jealousy and frustration. It had broken him out of his trance. Dick hadn't realized just how long he had been pinning you down. You tried to wiggle out of his grasp but he was far too strong to get of without hurting him. He had been completely lost in thought being that close to you again.

He shook his head to rid those thoughts, thoughts of you. Dick pushed himself up off the ground and stuck his hand out for you to grab. You didn't take it. Instead, you moved back to Tim's side. He instantly swooped down to kiss your lips. Dick knew what Tim was doing - he was being possessive of you. It was easy to notice with the glare that followed.

"That's it for today," Dick announced. He left the training room, followed by the rest of your team. It was only Tim, Bart, and Cassie that knew about your history with Dick. Bart and Cass both gave you a weary look as they walked by you. For once, you felt uncomfortable under their gaze.

Finally, it was just you and Tim left. He stared at the floor, thoughts running through his head and keeping him in this trance. What was Dick thinking? Why was he acting like that? Like he regretted his choice with you? He was beyond angered at his brother for looking at you like he was.

You grabbed both of his hands, staring up at him as if he was the only thing that mattered in this world. Tim's gaze where Dick hovered of you wouldn't falter - and sadly you had known exactly what he was thinking. Dick was a ladies man, he knew how to flirt his way through everything and he certainly knew how to flirt with you.

If there was one person in this world that could convince you to leave Tim, it was Dick. He was the one to have your heart first, not Tim.

"Babe," you finally spoke. Your hands slid up his arms until cupping his face. Tim finally met your eyes with a broken look. "I love you, and only you. I need you to know that."

"I do," he whispered. It sounded as if he didn't believe himself, and in some ways, he didn't. All his life he grew up wondering how Dick got women so easily. Now, as soon as he finally gets you, Dick comes back with god knows what intentions. "I love you, too."

"Big Belly Burger?" You offered. Tim hinted at a smile, somehow you always managed to make a dark room light.

"You're buying."

You had managed to avoid Dick for the rest of the week. Patrol was exclusively with Tim, training you were paired with Cassie, even at dinner you would sit as far as possible from him. Whether it was because you were good at avoiding him, or if he was putting in the effort as well, you didn't mind the space.

It was your teammates that would catch Dick glancing at you at random points in the day. No one would ever say anything about it, but they all knew that something was going on between the two of you - or something had gone on. In all your time there, it seemed like Tim was the only one on your mind, they didn't think Dick had an important role as well.

It wasn't until the end of the week did Dick corner you. It was late at night, Tim was asleep in your bed and the others were all in their rooms. You found yourself in the kitchen for a late night snack and some tea. One of the few times that you were alone, he knew that he needed to talk to you and set things straight.

"(Y/N)," Dick startled you. Your back was towards him and the sound of his voice had caused you to jump - along with spill boiling hot tea on your hand. "Shit, sorry," he apologized. Dick ran cold water on the tap and gestured for you to put your hand under. Instead, you turned the water off and dried your warm skin.

You didn't want his help.

"What do you need, Dick?" You asked. Tired bags were under your eyes as you looked to him. What he had done at the start of the week had been keeping you up all night.

"I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry," Dick began. "I'm sorry for hurting you all those years ago, I'm sorry for the other day, I'm sorry for not realizing your feelings sooner... and mine. I didn't realize how much I cared about you until seeing you again, or I guess seeing you with Tim. I know that I'm a day late and a dollar short, but I needed to tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"Tell you that I love you," Dick revealed. His arms were crossed over his chest and he avoided your gaze. It took him two years to realize his mistake of missing out on you and he regretted it. He wished that he hadn't been so ridiculous to think your age mattered - now when in the grand scheme of things it wasn't even a big age gap.

Your breathing stopped for a second. Two years ago you would have been ecstatic to hear those words come from his mouth. That was all you wanted to hear from him. Now, now the words sent a chill down your spine and left you with a dry mouth. You didn't want to hear that from him anymore.

The grip on your mug tightened until you swore the ceramic was going to crack. You let out a huff of air, frustrated with his words. Why was he telling you this now? To ruin your relationship with Tim? To win your heart back? You loved Tim, and that was the end of the story. Dick was your friend, that was all.

"I think it's time you head back to Bludhaven, Dick," You met his eyes once more. The team would do fine without him or Kori for a few more days. Right now, you just wanted him gone. You didn't want to have to look Dick in the eyes knowing that he loved you and you no longer felt the same way.

The distance apart had done wonders on you, now he needed to do the same. Forget about you, find someone else. You wanted Dick to be happy, to be in love. He was still basically your family, you always wanted what was best for him. Being around you after this revelation? That was far from what was best.

"I'm sorry," Dick apologized once more.

"So am I," you placed a hand on his shoulder as you walked by. You paused at the doorway, debating whether or not to tell him that you wished him all the best. In the end, you decided against it and walked back towards your room.

Tim was still asleep in your bed. His back was exposed and the covers were down to his waist. Snores filled the silent room, muffled by the pillow that he was hugging. This was the love of your life. You were always meant to be with Tim, never Dick. It might have taken you over half a decade to realize it, but it was well worth the wait.

The mug of tea that you had made for yourself was set on your desk and long forgotten. Instead, you slipped into bed with Tim, who stirred at your appearance. The pillow he was hugging was replaced with you and he snuggled into the crook of your neck. Tim sleepily left a kiss against your skin, too tired to fully wake.

"I love you, Timmy. More than anyone," You whispered. He was already back asleep, unaware of the words you spoke. Unaware of the conversation that you had with Dick. It was best that he didn't know. You and Dick were adults, there was no childish rivalry needed. You didn't want to be the one to ruin a brotherly relationship.

Tim had you, that was all that mattered.

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nxrthmizu · 3 years

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| the detective and the blue-eyed fox | ch.3

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prompt | ‘Detective and Criminal AU’

pairing | Damian Wayne x Marinette Dupain-Cheng

words | 1k

author’s note | Let’s go! Part three :)

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“Luka... Couffaine?” Damian furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

The black cat kwami nodded. “That’s right.”

“... Am I supposed to know who that is?”

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The spatter of red on his palm didn’t faze the blonde at all. If he closed his eyes, he could pretend it was just a splotch of fabric dye... But the footsteps were getting closer, and the clock counting down the seconds to his death was becoming more deafening.

“Adrien.” Vengeur growled through his mask, crazed blue eyes sparkling like a mutated wolf’s even in the dark of the night.

The blonde groaned as the man dressed in black yanked his wrist up violently, a sharp blow adding to the thousands that he had already received in the gut when the man realised the ring was gone.

“Where is the ring?” Vengeur yowled, a feral anger blazing in the eyes that Adrien realised were familiar to him. “Where the hell is the ring?”

Coughing weakly, the blonde managed a slight victorious smile at the man’s fury. “Somewhere safe,” Some would even say that Adrien dared to look cocky in the last moments of his life. “Somewhere you’ll never find.”

“You little...”

Adrien wasn’t surprised by the face he saw when Vengeur tore off his mask. “Luka... How did it come to this?”

“It’s all your fault.” The teal-eyed man hissed, his hand clenching into a fist that could crush mountains. “Yours and Ladybug’s. If you managed to save Marinette’s parents, she wouldn’t have left Paris behind! She wouldn’t have left me behind!”

The cries of the heartbroken man had brewed into a toxic potion of anger and fury, fuelling Vengeur’s determination to chase down the miraculous to bring back his beloved bluenette’s parents.

“Do you think I don’t regret that everyday?” Adrien choked out, more splashes of red accompanying his sorrowful words. “Do you think Ladybug doesn’t regret that everyday of her life?”

“Then you should’ve cooperated.” Said Vengeur, unsheathing the double-edged sword that he had used to chase down Chat Noir for three months. “If you’d cooperated, all we need to do is find Ladybug and her earrings, and we’d be able to bring Marinette and her parents back to Paris.”

Staring in to the face of death, Adrien spat on the blade, defiance clear in his eyes. “Marinette would never forgive you. If anything, she would run even further away from you.”

“Shut up.” Luka’s eyes were completely void of any care as his blade striked a line across Adrien’s throat, the night regaining its’ cold silence as Chat Noir bade the world goodbye.

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“Let me get this straight.” Damian paced the apartment, Plagg drifting behind the green-eyed detective. “Luka Couffaine, or rather, Vengeur, killed Chat Noir- Adrien Agreste- Because he wanted the cat miraculous, which when combined together with the ladybug miraculous, can bring back someone from the dead.”

Plagg nodded. Damn, the kwami thought, the kid’s a fast learner.

“And Luka Couffaine has somehow convinced himself that if he can bring back Cheng’s parents, who were killed in the last akuma battle- He can convince Cheng to go back to Paris?” Damian clarified, rubbing his hands together as he sorted out all the information in his mind.

“Correct.”

“But he doesn’t know that Marinette Cheng is Ladybug.”

The black cat kwami nodded again. “Yep.”

Damian was quiet for a while, thoughts running through his mind at two hundred miles per hour. “And does Luka Couffaine know where to start looking for Ladybug? Could Chat Noir have given anything by accident?”

“No, Adrien didn’t even know that Marinette was Ladybug. He didn’t even know where Marinette went after she left Paris, either.” Plagg pointed out as-a-matter-of-factly.

“Vengeur can’t possibly be planning to search every city in the world for Ladybug?” The green-eyed detective frowned, trying to predict Vengeur’s next move on the continent-wide chessboard. “What is he going to do next?”

Plagg grimaced. “That’s what we don’t know, and what we have to figure out.”

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“Well that’s helpful,” Marinette commented sarcastically, Damian’s empty desk right in the middle of her sights. “He called in sick.”

The bluenette grumbled in displeasure, going through her emails to make sure she didn’t miss anything important. One of her more recent emails caught her eye- One from an old friend.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Update

[Marinette,

Things aren’t pretty in Paris right now. Luka’s been consistently asking everyone where you are- He’s really worried about you, girl. Everyone’s been on edge ever since Adrien... You know. Of course, I didn’t say anything about where you went- A promise is a promise, and I understand why it’s difficult for you to face Paris right now.

The police are still trying to track down Adrien’s killer. They haven’t disclosed any information to the public yet, but Sabrina (She’s in their crime division now, remember?) did tell me that they have a lead. Chat Noir is still nowhere to be seen, and Paris is completely defenceless. We’re all hoping the killer doesn’t strike again.

Please stay safe,

Sincerely, Alya]

The bluenette leaned back into her chair with a sigh, rubbing the bridge of her nose in frustration. Alya was right- Paris was utterly defenceless- But she doubted the killer would make a move anytime soon. It was pretty obvious to her- The killer wanted Chat’s miraculous, and the next target would only be Ladybug herself.

Before she could continue to unpack the various events that were unfolding in Paris, another email caught her off her guard.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: We Need to Talk

[I’m just going to cut to the chase. We’re apparently, both smart enough to figure out each other’s alter egos.

Long story short, I found your ring. ... Actually, your ring found me. And broke my display case. In addition, we have a first-person witness to Agreste’s murder.

Get off work early. We need to talk. My apartment, Gotham Lotus Apartment, Block B, Level 14, Lot-A27.

D.Wayne]

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zambie-trashart · 3 years

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Miraculous New Jersey Special Part 1/3

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Miraculous rewritten masterlist

Miraculous New Jersey masterlist

Summary: The class is going to Metropolis! Marinette has to decide if her crush on Damian is really worth it if he's not looking for love, Jon has to worry about his relatives liking his superhero boyfriend but on top of it all, Hawkmoth follows them there and Batman and Superman might not like their kids going back to Paris. Everything is legal in New Jersey.

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Jon looked up seeing a mass of birds flying over him and sighed ready to have to make some sort of excuse to slip away from Damian who would, in turn, do the same.

"It's the bird guy again," Jon said smiling as Mr. Pigeon on round 69 at this point and a pigeon landed on Damian's head pecking him once before Damian shooed it away aggressively with his hand.

"I HATE BIRDS! They are literally flying rodents!" Damian yelled as another pigeon attacked him walking along with Jon.

"Funny coming from you, what do you think about this whole field trip thing to you know, home?" Jon asked as a pigeon landed on his shoulder and ladybugs fixed everything around them. Marinette and Adrien had everything handled this time so Jon was finally able to catch up with Damian and not run off as Multimouse or Superboy.

"I'm sure it'll be just fine, we're going to Metropolis not Gotham at least they won't be on father's territory," Damian said and Jon just sighed.

"I personally can't wait, dad's gonna meet Adrien for real this time and who knows maybe my teen wishes of having a boyfriend that my dad actually approves of might come true," Jon said hands held together smiling like a little lovesick girl.

"Ugh, I'm gonna vomit," Damian said shoving Jon who laughed shoving his hands in his pockets. "You are the exact reason why I don't do relationships," Damian added standing outside his residence.

"You never know who you might find Damian, keep an open mind," Jon said looking slightly above him to see Ladybug swinging away clearly heartbroken.

"What a great start to a weird day," Chat yelled off the rooftop behind Jon and Damian rolled his eyes opening the door to Nino's giving a nod to Jon and closing the door behind him.

"I just want them to get together already," Jon said as Chat landed next to him throwing an arm around his shoulder.

"Think, a week of bonding in Metropolis will have to get them together, there's no way they both come out of this single," Chat said and Jon frowned.

"Promise?" Jon asked and Chat tugged at the collar of his uniform nervously.

"Well, not promise but they'll at least be closer, Marinette never meddled with us and we turned out fine," Chat said smiling which made Jon relax a little.

"I guess you're right, no meddling," Jon said and Chat jumped away waving and going home to pack on a trip that his father for once agreed with was important because he would be meeting Jon's parents. Oh no, Jon's parents, they'd hate him. He acts like a flirt, dresses in leather to fight crime, and not to mention gets Jon in a bunch of trouble superhero-wise. Adrien flumped down against his bed letting out a groan.

Marinette sighed in her room staring at a picture of Damian on her phone when she heard a knock on her trap door and saw Jon peeking his head through.

"Hey," he said not even trying to act happy about what she had heard. "Uh, sorry for grossing Damian out of love?" he offered trying to make her laugh before floating over beside her with Mullo and Tikki running a hand through her hair comfortingly. "He'll get over himself soon enough I promise," Jon said and Marinette pushed Jon away.

"I don't want him to change Jon, I want him to stay the same and if he doesn't believe in love then I'll just find someone who does, Luka's nice," Marinette said and Jon laughed a little.

"Uh-huh, very nice, good at the whole kissing thing too," Jon said and Marinette turned red.

"I forgot about that, shit!" Marinette said laughing slightly.

"We have a trip to pack for, you want to impress Kara and Connor right?" Jon asked reminding Marinette about Jon's cousin and brother whom she hadn't met yet.

"Oh no!" Marinette said running around her room pulling out outfits and panicking.

"You know we all just wear flannel or leather right?" Jon asked and Marinette sighed.

"You guys really need a new wardrobe," Marinette said packing a dress carefully.

"You can't take the Kansas out of the aliens trust me," Jon said thinking back to a time when Kara tried on heels for the first time and then proceeded to burn them with her heat vision claiming they were evil.

"Go pack Jon, we have to get to bed early tonight so we can be ready to go tomorrow," Marinette chided with a wave of her hand. "Be sure to pack clothes I made you, I want to show you off!" she called after him and Jon poked his head back in her room.

"Already done Marinette."

This field trip had to go well, for both of their sakes.

"We're going to be late!" Marinette yelled as they rushed out of the house suitcases in hand.

"There is no way we're going to miss this plane Marinette, not today," Jon said nodding to her and she got on his back as he grabbed the bags running to the next stop around the corner where the bus would stop to pick up Damian and Nino for the trip before stopping at the airport.

"Damian!" Jon said exhausted seeing his friend.

"Didn't you two have your own stop?" Damian asked and Nino smiled at Marinette starting to make small talk.

"You know we're both late to everything, can't have that here though, I've been thinking all night about what I'm going to say to mom about Adrien when I first introduce him," Jon said pulling out a small notebook from his bag. "Can you go through these?" Jon asked smiling cheekily.

"No," Damian said as the bus pulled up and Jon sighed.

The actual ride went without a hitch until they arrived over actual America. Laughter and screaming could be heard from around the plane as an engine was taken out.

"Who gave the Joker a fucking jetpack!" was screamed from one of the passengers and panic consumed the entire plane.

"You have got to be kidding me," Damian sighed from next to Jon who went to get up but saw another red cape outside the plane along with a jet and he knew they would be fine, everyone else on the plane didn't exactly get that message through as Batman poked into the com system.

"Everyone relax, and let us do our thing," Batman said and that caused more hysteria.

"We're all gonna die!" Kim screamed and lasers were suddenly behind him in the form of Supergirl's heat vision.

"No one is dying," Supergirl said grabbing parts from inside the plane and Kim blushed sitting down but staring at Supergirl as she worked. "This good enough?" Supergirl asked holding up the part to Batman who nodded and she started to assemble the plane's engine while Superman and SB Prime were fighting the Joker who seemed to get his upgrade from Lex.

"One more screw should do it Supergirl," Batman said getting out of his jet setting it to autopilot to join the blonde just to make sure she wasn't missing anything. "Heat it up and we're good to go," he added and the class stared in awe at America's heroes who by then had Joker jetpackless and quivering in the clouds.

"Welcome to Metropolis," Superman said hands on his hips in classic hero position while Supergirl and SB Prime just laughed at him and Batman hopped back into his jet.

"Enjoy your stay," Supergirl said and Prime just saluted as they left the plane.

"This is going to be crazy," Alix said and Kim nodded watching the girl of his dreams descend the clouds. "Oh you are out of your mind," Alix added as the plane landed.

The kids got off the plane and were greeted by Clark, Lois, Kara, Connor, and surprisingly Bruce.

"Ready?" Jon asked Marinette, Adrien, and slightly Damian who shrugged as they walked through the gates and suddenly a lot more people than just Bruce from the Wayne family were there.

"You know I didn't believe you before Kent, but perhaps this will be more fun than expected," Damian said tapping his shoulder before going over to greet his family and Jon buried his head in Adrien's shoulder.

"Let's go."

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anjuschiffer · 4 years

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[Maribat] Sparks Au - Snippet 3

Here’s the next installation of the Sparks Au!

As much as I wanted to write more angst and make the trio argue before coming to an agreement, I wanted to write more interactions between Damian and his daughter Alicia (of course she still doesn’t know that’s her bio dad).

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Context: Damian knows that Alicia is his daughter and is demanding answers from Marinette, who is quickly dodging his questions and demands. As they bicker, Luka comes in running, telling Marinette Alicia’s nowhere to be found and might possibly be outside. Marinette panics and Damian offers to help, in which Luka accepts his offer despite Marinette being against it. Marinette finally gives in on the condition that Damian brings Alicia straight back to their home if he does find. He agrees and actually finds Alicia at her school.

He does find Alicia, coming out of her school, head hung low.

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Sense of relief washed over Damian when he saw Alicia emerge from the doors of her school, but his heart ached upon seeing the child in distress. It didn’t help once she lifted her head.

“Alicia!” He yelled in hopes of grabbing her attention, walking up to her. She looked back at him, Damian wondering if this really was the same child he met weeks ago.

Damian didn’t know what overcame him, but when he noticed the dullness in her eyes, he quickly scooped Alicia into a hug, giving her a squeeze. As if… as if he was afraid she would disappear, that she would slip through his grasp.

He also hated the fact that this was the way he was seeing her emerald eyes up close. They were puffy and red, able to see distraught in them all too clear.

“M. Wayne, are you alright?” Alicia asked, causing Damian to let go of the seven year-old. He let out a sigh when he saw that life was once again in her eyes. They didn’t twinkle like they did the first time they met, but it was definitely more vivid than what they were seconds ago.

“I shouldn’t have done that Alicia.” Damian apologized, dusting off his presence off of her, Alicia watching him silently as he did so.

“I didn’t mind it.” Alicia bluntly stated, looking behind him. “Why are you here?”

“Your parents are looking for you.” Damian said with a strain, Alicia picking up the way he said parents with doubt. “They asked me to bring you home to them.”

“I… I don’t want to go back.” Alicia said, taking a few steps back.

“What do you mean?” Did something happen? Is that why she is… the way she is? “Your parents are-“

“They probably want to scold me.” Alicia looked down at the floor, hating that her vision was starting to muddle. “I lost something very important to Maman.”

“Is that why you’re here?” Alicia nodded, not daring to look up.

Damian wondered if this is what Dick felt like whenever he went to him after not finding a solution to his problem. To look so powerless… so beat up… so lost…

“I need to look for it, I need to!” Alicia yelled, her tiny hands balled into fists. They quivered with hatred. “If not… Maman will never forgive me…”

Self hatred.

“Why don’t the two of us look for it together?” Damian offered, seeing her hands relax. “If we can't find it around here, we can think of other ways to find it. Sound like a plan?”

Seeing Alicia brighten up a bit calmed something in Damian’s chest. It warmed up when Alicia hugged him.

“Thank you.”

—-

“He found her.” Wayzz said as he phased through the wall, floating between Luka and Marinette. “She’s safe.”

“Why didn’t he-” Marinette started, her brows furrowed.

“Thank you Wayzz.” Luka interrupted, Wayzz bowed before he went back into the bracelet. Luka places the bracelet back into its box and into the safe. He then turned to Marinette. “We know where she is now. She’s safe.”

“But she’s with him.” Mari hissed, plopping into her chair, dragging her hands down her face. “What’s he planning?”

“Can’t you trust him?” Marinette glared at Luka.

“Last time I did that…” Marinette huffed. “I ended up heartbroken.” And with a child, she wanted to add, but she knew what that sounded like- as if she never wanted Alicia.

Truth was, Alicia was her beloved child, the only good thing that came from that time at Gotham.

“Okay, so he fucked up, I get it.” Luka said, crouching in front of Marinette. “Why can’t you give him a second chance?” After all, she did so with Alya after the Lila shit that happened in lycee and with him…

That was a story for another day...

Marinette looked at Luka, his eyes staring back at him with concern. She huffed.

“I don’t know.” Mari admitted, burrowing her face into her hands. “A part of me doesn’t trust Damian because of what he did to me, but another part of me wants to trust him because of how he treated me before that, that night.”

“So give him the chance to prove you wrong.” Luka said, placing his hand on her knee. “If he fucks up this time as well, then you got every right to kick him out of our lives.” Mari looked at Luka before hugging him, Luka pushing himself back to make room to cuddle.

Marinette snuggled against his chest, circling her arms around him.

“He gets one chance. That’s it.”

“Seeing as that is the case,” Luka watched as she looked at him with intense eyes. “Let Alicia stay with him for the next week.”

“Luka Couffaine, what did you just suggest?!”

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Damian walked with Alicia, wondering what it would’ve been like if he hadn’t done what he did eight years ago.

If he had told Marinette what was going through his mind, would this have occurred earlier? To walk beside Alicia and help her with whatever she needed? Would her name still be Alicia? If only he didn’t remain silent all those years ago.

Damian continued his games of ‘What-If?’ when he heard his name get yelled at from across the street.

Damian turned around, to see a furious Marinette, Luka trailing behind her. Damian quickly stood in front of Alicia, holding onto her hand when he saw her shake violently.

“Damian Wayne! You better hand over my daughter right now.”

“I know I said I would-”

“And you didn’t!” Marinette cut off, attempting to push him back, but he didn’t budge. “And you wonder why I don’t want to trust you again when you can barely follow any instructions.”

“Mari.” Luka coaxed, glancing over at their daughter, who cowered behind Damian, a heart aching sight. “Look at Alicia.”

Marinette did as she was told and upon seeing her own daughter, avoiding any eye contact and closeness to her, Marinette felt all her anger subside. Guilt began to bubble and gnaw at her chest.

“Alicia, mon chou.” Marinette softly said, wanting to cry when Alicia harshly flinched at hearing her name. “Let’s go home.”

A muffled sound quietly came from the girl, tiny sobs surfaced shortly after. Marinette watched as her own daughter broke down in front of her, gripping at Damian’s jacket, squeezing the hand Damian offered her.

What had she done to her own daughter?

“Let her stay with me.” Damian proposed, although he knew that Marinette was going to quickly oppose it, but was surprised when she remained silent.

“I think it’s for the best.” Luka responded, taking a quick look at Alicia and then at Marinette. Both were now silently crying, Alicia not daring to look at her mother while Marinette simply looked at the consequences of her actions. “They need some space to process what is going on and hopefully clear their thoughts.”

Damian could only nod as he watched in discomfort, wondering if it would be okay to pat Alicia on the head.

“How long do you think she will need?” Damian inquired, wondering if he should start furnishing the empty room he had in his apartment. Despite being in Paris for a while, his apartment still needed unpacking.

“Perhaps a week.” Luka stated, taking out a card from his pocket, handing it over to Damian. “That’s my personal line. Just call or text me about any questions you have about Alicia.”

“You’re completely trusting me with Alicia?” Damian looked down at Alicia. “I thought you would-”

“While I don’t completely trust you, I know you’re not going to harm her.” Luka bumped Damian’s chest. “Your instinct of protecting her has already kicked in, hasn’t it?” Seeing that Damian didn’t deny anything, Luka smiled, looking over at Alicia. “Mon chou.” He coaxed, Alicia slowly looking up at her father.

“Are you going to make me go back… home?”

“Non,” Luka crouched to look at Alicia before planting a kiss on her forehead. “I want you to stay with M. Wayne for a while.”

“Like a sleepover?” Alicia said with a slight chirp.

“Like a sleepover.” Luka repeated. “You’ll get to spend more time with him while Maman gets better.” Alicia averted her eyes. “Mon chou, it wasn’t your fault.” Alicia still didn’t look at him. Letting out a sigh, Luka stood up. “Once Alicia and Marinette calm down, all three of us have to talk. It’s time we settle things from the past.” With that, Luka took Marinette and walked home, leaving Damian with a tired Alicia. The two watched as the duo turned a corner and vanished from their sight.

“M. Wayne, I’m tired.” Alicia decided to say, rubbing her eyes as she said so.

“I know.” Damian crouched down to meet eye to eye, mimicking what Luka did earlier. “Is it okay if I carry you?” With a nod as a consent, Damian picked her up, Alicia placing her head on his shoulder and quickly drifted away. “I promise to protect mon chou, even if it might only be for a single week.”

#maribat #maribat sparks au #maribat lukanette

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anchinoe · 5 years

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I Hope You Know That You’re My Home

Also on AO3. Beta read by @mizmahlia :D Follow me on my main blog @kat-astrophic-todd . Chapter 1.

Chapter 2: Don’t Let This Be The End

The memories always seemed to leave him broken. He felt like he was out of his body, an outsider looking at Bruce Wayne from above. He came to himself slowly; first he felt the fabric of his trousers and his vision started to focus. He heard muffled voices, as if he was underwater. His daughter shook his shoulders violently.

“Cassandra?” He furrowed his brow, not knowing what was happening.

“Look,” she pointed sharply at the TV, where Jason’s face was on the news. He felt dizziness taking over his body. He wasn’t sure what was real anymore.

“It seems our wayward bad boy celebrity has been doing more than partying with Prince Harry around Europe these last years.” Vicki Vale smirked at the camera. Bruce had the feeling she was enjoying every second of it. “Yale University couldn’t keep the secret anymore when the graduation ceremony took place and the young Wayne heir went to accept his diploma.”

“Oh, my God.” Bruce heard Dick mutter behind him.

“The young man graduated with honors in Ethics, Politics and Economics,” she kept on, a surprisingly genuine smile on her face. “His teachers say he was the most dedicated student of his class and therefore graduated a year early. The rector tells us he was very adamant on keeping his identity a secret, for reasons we all can imagine.”

Bruce felt her staring right through him.

“And he confirmed Mr. Todd-Wayne has already been offered a position in several companies. We're sure he is going to achieve great things.”

The following headlines were a blur for everyone in the room. No one was bold enough to talk; time had stopped for them.

“Did you know?” Bruce whispered at no one in particular.

His children were as surprised as he was, the only one remaining calm was Alfred. The old man looked up and met his eyes.

“Master Jason might have mentioned college, but he never specified and I certainly wasn’t going to try and pry information from him,” he admitted. Silence fell upon them once again while they let the information sink in.

“But that’s fantastic!” Dick finally shook off the initial surprise and now was openly smiling. He looked so proud and happy that it hurt, looking at him.

Yes, Bruce thought, yes it is.

But as his eldest son left the room to, no doubt, congratulate Jason, he couldn’t shake off the sadness that overcame him. Not because he wasn’t happy or proud, but because he wasn’t allowed to be part of his son’s life anymore. He couldn’t hug him and hold him. He couldn’t pepper his face with kisses or tell him how his success made a warm feeling spread in his chest, making him want to shed happy tears and cry out in joy.

Instead, he had to wait for his kids to take pity and share something about Jason with him. He would have to wait for Jason to give interviews or to resign himself to search on social media for gossip. Pathetic, really.

He would do anything to fix the bond he broke, he would give anything to get his beloved son back. To take his words back. To pause and look and realize how broken his son had been, the pain he carried, the signs he should have seen.

The guilt weighing on Damian’s conscience for not telling him right away what Bruce should have already figured out.

ᴥ

He heard Damian’s light steps seconds before he knocked on the study’s door. Bruce tried to compose himself a little. He wiped his face, combed his hair a little and tried to smooth out the wrinkles on his shirt.

“Come in.” His voice more confident than he felt. He hadn’t slept in days, trying to find Jason, to find any clue about his whereabouts. In moments like this he really hated how intelligent his son was.

“Father,” Damian greeted him absentmindedly. He looked distracted, and nervous. Bruce was exhausted, but he knew his son well.

“Sit down, please.” Damian did as he was told. “Is everything alright?” Bruce knew it wasn’t, but let his eleven-year-old son talk at his own rhythm.

Damian gulped and looked at his designer shoes, not even grazing the floor. He bit his lip and took a deep breath, finally looking at Bruce. He was crying.

“This is-” Damian wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his sweater furiously, squaring his shoulders. He looked too old for his age. Bruce didn’t like it.

“This is all my fault.” His voice broke at the last word, breaking also Bruce’s heart.

“Jason” He hiccupped

“Left. A-and it’s…”

Another hiccup

“All my fault.” His shoulders shook and Bruce stood up and ran to hug his son with force. The child almost clawed at him, grabbing his shirt as if it was a lifeline. The crying worsened.

“Damian,” Bruce couldn’t let the sadness overtake him. Damian needed him now. His boy was breaking down and he needed to be there for him. He clutched him in his arms and whispered on his ear.

“Listen to me, son. This is not your fault, okay? If anything, it’s my fault. I said horrible things to your brother and he…” He couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence. Bruce blinked away the tears.

“B-but I should have told you,” Damian wailed, curling even more around Bruce.

“Tell me what?” Bruce had a bad feeling. There was something he was missing.

“Jason was having trouble at Gotham Academy.” The kid took a breath, trying to steady himself. “There were boys beating him and calling him names and-” Damian gulped again, “he asked me not to tell you. He said he could deal with it, he didn’t want to worry you. But in September everything was worse and we started fighting because I wanted to tell you so they would stop.”

“Slow down, Damian.” He said softly. Bruce tried to calm down and not think about tearing those bullies to shreds in front of their parents. “Why were they bullying Jason? I thought he was doing okay with the other students.”

“He was,” Damian sighed, “but he liked a boy from the football team and kissed him.” Bruce clenched his jaw, already knowing the rest of the story. “Jason told me they were picking on him for being bisexual. They called him “faggot” and made his life miserable in the training sessions. That’s why he left the team.”

Bruce inhaled sharply through his nose and buried his face on his son’s neck, trying to find some comfort. He knew that anger, clawing from the inside and trying to overcome him. And he wanted to give in so badly. His son had been bullied and humiliated. His boy had been beaten up just because he liked boys and girls. He had been suffering in silence because he didn’t want to worry Bruce. And Bruce had…

What have you done? What the hell have you done?

His son was probably terrified and devastated, alone somewhere, thinking that his father didn’t love him.

Now everything made sense. Why Jason didn’t want to take his senior year, how angry and distant he had become in the course of months. His fights with Damian. The drinking.

If his parents could see him now. How royally he had fucked everything up. They would be so disappointed, so heartbroken.

He had to find Jason and apologize. He needed to know he was alright. Bruce knew this was all his doing. If only he had tried talking to Jason, to understand what was happening to him. If only he would have approached things differently.

If only he had worked to be the kind of person his children could talk to.

ᴥ

Barely a month after Jason graduated, rumors said Lex-Corp had offered him a position. Bruce almost broke his cup of coffee when Lucius told him. Everyone knew how much he hated Lex. He was arrogant and rude and a megalomaniac. He had also tried to destroy Wayne Enterprise ever since Bruce told him exactly that in a gala, years ago. In front of two hundred people.

Nothing good seemed to happen at galas. Bruce wondered if it would be so terrible to stop attending. Alfred and Lucius would probably find a creative way to make his life a living hell.

And then, Jason was caught on camera. Someone asked about the rumors.

“Considering the ties between Talia and Lex Luthor, are you considering the Lex-Corp’s offer? What does your father think?” the journalist asked at the speed of light.

Jason seemed to take some time to answer, flashes blinding him.

“Working for Luthor?” The young man furrowed his brow and then smirked, “Nah, I wouldn’t do that to Oliver.”

That had fueled Bruce’s anger. He hadn’t even addressed him. He had just jumped right to Oliver Queen. It was clear that Jason wanted to make sure Bruce knew he wasn’t one of his priorities.

That hurt, he had to admit. And he almost expected Jason to start working at Queen Industries, but no. His son was never one to half-ass shenanigans.

Almost a year after the whole scandal and subsequent harassment from the press, Bruce found out what his son had been up to the whole time. And the one who told him this time was none other than his cousin.

“What?” Bruce barked in shock.

“Yep,” Kate leaned back in the chair, resting her feet on Bruce’s desk. “The kid is hiring Kane Enterprises for the security and transport. Dad thought he was joking when he told us he was building his own company.” She laughed. She had always liked Jason, his straightforwardness and his honesty. “They grow up so fast.”

“What did you tell him?” He was still processing the information.

“What do you think?” she deadpanned. “What? You wanted me to refuse my favorite nephew’s offer?” she huffed. Kate had started joking about Jason being his favorite after he came out publicly.

ᴥ

“So, what can you tell us about your rumored affair with Connor? What can you tell us about your sexuality?” Vicki asked Jason.

“Why should I talk about it? Do I ask you about the time you were with my father?” Jason had been building up the anger during the whole interview. Bruce was almost surprised he hadn’t lashed out when the questions about the family didn’t stop coming.

“You’re free to talk about that. You’re free to hate him. My sexuality is not the only thing I am. I should be free, too, to decide where and when I talk about it. Just like you are free to talk about me and my family whenever and wherever you please.” And then he stood up and left the set.

A couple of days after, he tweeted about the whole incident: “i’m sorry if i was harsh the other day @VickiV”

And then: “for all the lgbt people supporting me: you are the loveliest and i’m fucking PROUD of being bisexual”

After the whole thing, he did an interview with Lois Lane, who wouldn’t normally cover those kinds of things, but made an exception because her husband was Bruce’s best friend. And she loved Jason.

It was clear that Jason was totally relaxed around Lois. He trusted her with his life. He also knew that her interview would be far more serious and hard. On that set, Lois lane was journalist first and friend second. And he seemed to respect that.

She tread lightly on the family topic and gave Jason the freedom to choose not answer certain questions (like the ones regarding why he left) and then talked in-depth about how hard it’s been for him to accept his sexuality and the biphobia outside a within the LGBT community.

“Is there anything else you want to talk about?” Lois asked with a smile.

“Well, I want to apologize again to Vicki Vale. I may not always agree with how she does her job, but I know I didn’t handle the situation well.” He sighed. “And I want to thank my siblings and Alfred for being there, supporting me and making sure I was okay when all of this blew up. Especially Damian.” He smiled sadly at the camera.

It was clear that Lois wanted to point out the omission of Bruce in the sentence, but they ended the interview there.

ᴥ

After that, Kate had declared how proud she was of her nephew to anyone who asked about him. Bruce was jealous of her, in a way. She could express her feelings without the press questioning them or Jason getting angry at her for talking about him.

There had been pics of her and Jason going out in Star City and Metropolis. Bruce never asked. Kate told him Jason was fine and happy, anyway. He loved her for it, and she knew him enough to read it on his face when he teared up. She would always ruffle his hair and joke about something else, like she did when they were younger.

Now, seated in front of him with her immaculate red hair in a bob, she smiled like that to him again. As if she was giving him the time to catch up on his feelings and decide what he would do next.

“How is he doing it?” Bruce knew for a fact that Jason wasn’t spending his Wayne money on it. He made very clear that he didn’t want anything to do with the fortune. It annoyed Bruce more than he wanted to admit. He was supposed to take care of his children, he wanted them to use his money to build their lives. It was their money, too. The fact that Jason was probably using Queen’s money didn’t help, either.

“I think Talia lent him the money,” Kate started carefully. Bruce’s relationship with Talia was rocky, at best. “He did mention a partner.”

Jason didn’t have a nice childhood, and because of that he usually didn’t trust men. But women… he nearly worshipped them. They were superior creatures to him, part of why he was so close to Cassandra.

And because of that, he never disrespected Talia or judged her. Dick and Tim, and even Cassandra, weren’t very fond of her and how her relationship with Bruce ended. But Jason had always been nothing but respectful to her. He would often linger in the room she was when she came to visit Damian. He listened intently to her stories of conquerors and traditional oriental tales. Talia was clearly fond of him and, eventually, she became attached.

She would take Damian and Jason on holiday trips and art auctions. She once bought a first edition for Jason. He wouldn’t stop smiling for nearly a week. They had their own traditions, like their yearly travel to Nanda Parbat, or celebrating Talia’s birthday, just the three of them. Damian started looking up to Jason; they formed their very own family. In the end, Bruce was sure both Talia and Jason considered each other mother and son, in some way.

That’s why Kate’s guess was most likely true.

It seemed everyone got to parent his son, except him.

He had to fix that, somehow.

“Please, keep me informed,” he told Kate. It was the first time he asked her to do something when it came to Jason.

“I know that look, Bruce.” She shook her head in defeat. “Whatever you’re planning, it better not blow up on your face. Because the last thing we need is for Jason to run away from the family. Again.”

#fanfiction #writing #fanfic #ao3 #batfamily #jason todd #bruce wayne #dc #comics #cassandra cain #kate cain #damian wayne #talia al ghul

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ellana-ravenwood · 7 years

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“Mother, it’s your day” - Batmom x Batfam

It’s not mother’s day where I come from, but since it is in a shitload of countries...Well, I wrote something with the batfamily about it (I wrote it in litteraly 10 minutes, writing as words came to my mind, and didn’t proof read, sorry if there’s mistakes, and if it’s meh). Hope you’ll like it, don’t hesitate to tell me what you think, feedbacks are always appreciated :

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It was 6 am when they came back from patrol. As usual, they found you asleep in Bruce’s giant chair, in front of the batcomputer, waiting for them to come back.

You would usually wake up at the sound of their arrival, however today, you were in a deep slumber...You had quite a difficult and busy week. Bruce, knowing that, stopped Damian from waking you up.

He couldn’t blame the boy though. He was too excited...it was his first “Mother’s Day” after all. Damian annoyed his brothers all night, asking for advice about what he was suppose to do on that day, and once he understood the purpose of it, got really excited about showing you how much you meant to him...But right now, you needed your sleep.

To be honest, they all needed sleep. It could wait a few hours.

Raising you delicately in his arms, Bruce took you back to the master’s bedroom. You didn’t stir when he laid you in bed, and you didn’t even react to the sound of him taking a shower. When he slipped in bed, you went to snuggle against him, but he realized that it was more a reflex than you being awake, and with a small smile on his face, he wrapped his arms around you and soon, he was asleep too.

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The smell of eggs and bacon is what woke you up. And Bruce’s groans.

You opened one eye, and then the other, slowly, sleep still fogging your vision a bit. You weren’t sure what were those four forms at the end of your bed...

-I sure hope you guys aren’t naked under the cover, cause that’s a sight I don’t wanna see right after waking up.

Tim. That was Tim’s voice. So those shadowy figure there must be...your sons. You feel Bruce shift a bit, one of his hand is rubbing his eyes with vigor, while his other hand is comfortably settled on the small of your back. The blanket is all the way up to your chin, and your head is on your husband’s bare chest, yours arms around him. You yawn loudly before turning your face toward your children.

-We always sleep naked.

Your four boys all gasp, and Jason pushes Damian toward you. You don’t understand at first, why they’re not just running away right now, as they usually do...That’s when you see the tray filled with food. A glass of orange juice, a huge cup of the blackest coffee ever, that only you would drink, toasts, eggs, bacon, pancakes, butter...What the Hell is all this ?

Damian walks awkwardly to your night table, and tries to focus on your face only. Though the blanket is covering your entire body, and even half of your face, he’s still...worried. He puts the tray down on your night table, pushing away the books that littered it to find some space, and quickly moves away.

-It’s your day, mother.

He says, and it finally hits you. Oh. Oh it’s so cute.

You sit up, wrapping the blanket around you (and forcing Bruce to sit up too, and to stay close from you, so that his lower half doesn’t traumatize his children). They all look away, and you smile.

-Yeah well, happy mother’s day mom, we hum...We’re gonna wait in the kitchen. Don’t take too long, we...have a lot of things to do today !

Dick says, finally looking at you when he realizes you’re wrapped in a blanket. They all leave the room, and Bruce groans some more.

-I do not want to wake up.

-You’re already awake.

-Stand up.

-You don’t have to.

-But you’re going to, because you’re curious about what they prepared for you, and staying in bed without you makes no sense.

You smile at Bruce and turn around to kiss him lovingly, he pulls away just slightly, and, still feeling his breath on your face, his nose brushing against yours, he says :

-Happy mother’s day.

You smile in the kiss he gives you next, and wrap your arms around his neck. His hands go on your waist, and he raises you up from the bed and drags you to him, so that you can straddle them. You push him down on the mattress, as his fingers gently caress your back. You take his hands in yours, and pin them above his head. Hot. But you pull away from the kiss, and he chases after you, raising his head to follow yours, his tongue darting a bit out of his mouth. He wasn’t done with the kissing, actually, quite the opposite, he was really getting into it. A bit too much, as you know where the kiss would lead the both of you...You smile some more and rest your forehead on his.

-I don’t have time for that right now Bruce, you heard them ? Busy day.

-You can spare a few minutes...

-As if it’s ever gonna last a few minutes.

-I can make it quick. I’ll skip the foreplay.

-We both now you won’t, and “quick”, is still over an...

-Come on, just stay a bit...

Oh. He’s trying to get you with his cute puppy eyes. But you know what ? It’s your day, it won’t work. You smile slyly at him, and get off of him, going to take the tray of delicious food your sons made for you. They went a bit overboard with it, as it is filled with way too much things...Perfect.

His groans and on of his hand trying to catch you to bring you back on him makes you chuckle. You escape him easily though, as sleep is still fogging his mind, and he just wasn’t ready to have to “fight you” to stay close to him. You usually do.

He tried to convince you once more to come back to bed with him, kissing your neck from behind, his legs on each sides of yours, and his hands roaming your naked body...but it wasn’t going to work.

First, you were eating, and when eating, nothing could break your focus, not even your Husband trying to turn you on. And second, you were really curious about what your children planned for you today...Curiosity always won.

He didn’t really try too much to convince you however, knowing how important that day was to your sons. Besides, he had you every mornings, he could share for once. Just for once though.

He gave up on keeping you with him, and, still wrapped around you, you fed him some of your massive breakfast, turning his childish pouty face into a small smile.

You ate your great homemade breakfast (you knew they did it themselves because some of the toasts were a bit burned, the scrambled eggs were undercooked, and traces of their fingers were on your orange juice glass...Alfred would never leave any traces on any glass) while talking to your husband, trying to make him say what your sons prepared for you (of course, he knew, he help them get ideas of things to do with you, knowing you better than anyone else).

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They explained everything to you, and damn were they organized. You suspected Damian did most of the work (and you were right).

They divided the day in four, a quarter for each of them, so that they’d have you all to themselves for a few hours each. Sounded like a great idea. Some mother/son bonding with all of them. At the end of the day, you were suppose to all reunite, and watch your favorite film : (your favorite film). Oh, and they also got you a shit ton of gifts you didn’t even really need. Jewelries, perfumes, books...Oh well, it was still extremely sweet.

Sitting next to you at the kitchen table, Bruce couldn’t hide his smile. He would probably not see you of the entire day, but it was alright, because he knew they were going to take good care of you. Besides, he was already planning on spending the day at his mother’s grave, to talk to her and all, bringing her a bouquet of flowers he picked up himself in the Manor’s garden, just like he did when he was a kid...It was good to be alone to do that, he didn’t want to make any of you sad.

Dick was the first to take you out, as he was the eldest one and self-proclaimed himself best fitted to take you out for the lunch part of the day. He took you to your favorite restaurant, on Gotham’s dock. It wasn’t the best or fanciest one, but you loved it. The view of the ocean from the terrace was perfect, and it was such a beautiful day. You ordered (your favorite meal), and engaged an interesting conversation about your son’s complicated love life...Oh that boy. After lunch, you went to walk on the dock, and after he begged you to tell him more, you started to tell him stories of your childhood. They made him laugh more than once, you were quite the daredevil when you were a kid...You met Jason at the end of the dock for his turn of the day with you.

But before leaving with him, you bought some flowers from a shot near by, and threw them in the ocean. When your sons looked at you curiously, you said :

-It’s for Mary and Catherine, your moms. In their memories. For bringing in the World such wonderful boys like you two. I know I’ll never take their pl...

The group hug they gave you was to tight you almost suffocated. You made them cry, but of happy tears...You always had the right words and actions to make them feel loved. You didn’t replace their mothers, you just...became their mom too. It was as simple as that, and they told you so. You filled in more than perfectly the emptiness the death of their mothers left in their heart.

You were their mom now, and you had been for years, since they were little heartbroken kids that you took in your home, you had to deal with it. You could definitely do that. They were your sons. Yours.

With a last kiss on his cheek, and a “I love you, thank you I had a wonderful time”, you left a smiling Dick behind and went to your little mom/son date with Jason.

Paintball. That’s what he wanted to do with you. A bit worried you wouldn’t like it, he told you awkwardly that he had a plan B just in case and...

-No Jay. It’s perfect. I love paintball, like for real. Prepare to get your ass whooped my boy.

With a laugh, he put his protection gears on, and the war began.

You did indeed whooped his ass. The white workwear he was wearing were covered in paint, while he managed to got you only once on the shoulder...Damn, the infamous Red Hood lost against his mother at a paintball game. He was so glad it was just the two of you, if his friends, brothers or father were here...Little did he know, you’d tell the story later, and the worst one of all to mock him was going to be a very sassy Alfred.

You then went to get some milkshake, and to talk. You loved to talk with your kids, and you were the only one to whom they told everything (or almost everything). Quickly Tim joined you to steal you away from Jason. A kiss on the cheek, a “I love you” and a “Thank you” to Jay later, you were walking with Tim toward your next destination.

A museum. Of course. But not just any museum...It was “Mr Ripley’s believe it or not”. You adored that place filled with bizarrerie and curiosities. Some of the exposed object confused your son, as he couldn’t make his mins as wether the things he saw were real or not...It made you burst out in laughter more than once, and Tim accentuated his confusion even more just to hear you laugh. When you were done with the museum, you went to grab waffles (seriously, by the end of the day, you were going to explode because of the amount of food you ingested...but who cares ?), and spoke together. You also bought some flower for Tim’s mother, and when you explained it to him, he was so stunned that he didn’t react right away. He then hugged you, just like his brothers did, and proceeded on telling you the exact same things his brothers said.

You were his mom. He loved you.

Damian arrived while he was hugging you, and with a “tt” toward his brother, he took your hand and you barely had time to lay a kiss on Tim’s cheek and say “thank you” before he was out of reach and earshot. Damian was excited to show you what he prepared for you.

The roof of Wayne’s corp, that’s where he took you. To watch the sun go down. It was breathtaking. Magnificent. Damian was proud of the effect it had on you. And was so glad that you never even thought about going on his father’s company’s building roof. The surprise was perfect.

You sat on the border of the building, your feet dangling above Gotham City, and enjoyed the sight. You talked more with Damian than you ever did, and...

-I love you moth...Mommy. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. I never knew anyone could love someone like I love you, I never knew a mother could be so great. I...I just love you, and I’m happy and honored to be your son.

-...Oh...Damian...I love you too my boy...Come here.

The hug you gave him was the best he ever received. And, your hand brushing his hair lovingly, he almost cried of happiness.

He had a mom. And the best one at that. All this joy almost made him forgot to gave you the cookies he made for you. They were charred, black, so burned...And yet, you ate all of them without an hesitation, and when he told you that he was now sure you loved him too because there was no way in Hell a normal person would eat his cookies that eagerly, the laugh that escaped your mouth made his heart race.

He had a mom. And the best one at that. You. With a lot of regret, as the sun disappears behind the ocean, and the Moon starts to rise, Damian says you probably should go back home. You agree, your day is finally over, and you wished you could relieve it over and over, because those boys were just amazing. The conversations you had with them were great, and you felt so lucky to have had those hours with them.

Damian’s first mother’s day was better than he even imagined, and he couldn’t wait for the next one. He was already thinking about what he should do...Maybe take you to New Zealand maybe ? You were a huge Lord of the Rings fan...Oh well, he had an entire year to think about it !

**********************

You came home to the dinner table being settled, with candles and all, only for two...Confused, you turned to your sons.

-We thought that, to finish the day, you and father should have time just the two of you. We know you don’t have much of those so...Here.

-We’re still waiting for you to watch (your favorite movie) though !

-No we’re not Damian. They probably won't be coming back after dinner.

-What ? Where are they going to g...Oh. OOOOOH ! No. Gross. Shut up.

You laugh, and your clear voice make them smile unconsciously. It just appears on their face when they hear you. You have the clearest, brightest laugh, and they all loved it..even when it turned a bit silly when you were laughing to much, struggling for air.

You kiss all of them, and Bruce comes in, wearing your favorite tuxedo.

The dinner is amazing. Your sons were right, you didn’t have much times to just enjoy each other. Talking about anything and everything. Being almost sickeningly affectionate together without hearing a “ew” was a nice change of pace...Heartfelt “I love you” and other cheesy “There’s no life without you” were exchanged in the heat of the moment, though you guys meant all of it. Before going to bed with your Bruce however, you decide to go watch that film with your sons, because they’ve been absolutely perfect today, and you know they wanted you to join them.

Popcorn, ice cream, cookies, milk and sodas, your favorite movie on, surrounded by your husband and sons. Great. Bruce’s arm was around your shoulder. Damian was sitting next to you, asleep, his head in your lap, Tim was sitting in front of you on the floor, his back against your legs. Dick was next to Damian, asleep on his laps, and one of your hand gently caressing his scalp. Jason sat down in the armchair next to the couch, but your hand were in his, so it was fine.

Popcorn, ice cream, cookies, milk and sodas, your favorite movie on, surrounded by your husband and sons. Perfect end to a perfect day.

Actually, scratch that, the perfect end was when Bruce picked you up bridal style after the end of the film, and threw you on your shared bed to show you how much he loved (love) you too.

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Petrichor

Petrichor (n) the smell of earth after rain.

Or the one where they can’t take death seriously anymore (even if it still hurts).

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He gets the call around 4:00 AM in the morning and almost dislocates his shoulder in the attempt to grab the phone on the nightstand without raising his head from the pillow. Once he sees the name on the screen he’s really tempted to just throw the phone away and go back to sleep. He answers it just because of Dick. A lot of his decisions lately are because of Dick. He doesn’t know why or, at least, he’s never in the right mood to get all introspective and actually find out all the reasons for this new misplaced sense of guilt that’s been affecting him since the day of his brother’s funeral. Like with almost every other thing in his life (and in his death) he just goes with it.

“Hey B.”, he forces himself to answer, keeping his voice purposely rough to make sure Bruce understands he’s bothering him without actually telling it to his face. Baby steps, he supposes.

Bruce doesn’t seem to care about his subtleties anyway, because he only grunts into the speaker of his comm.

“Damian’s missing”, he says, getting straight to the point. He doesn’t add anything, doesn’t even pretend to ask for his help, he just expects it right away.

And a month ago, hell, even a week ago, Jason would’ve answered with something along the line of “and why should that be my problem?” or even a more straightforward “the fuck I care?” and then hung up on him for good measure, but now those words barely flash through his mind while he gets up from the bed and starts looking for his boots.

“Is that a “someone kidnapped him” missing or a “I yelled at him and he stomped away and when I checked his room he wasn’t there and now I can’t find him” missing?”, he asks, knowing that whatever the answers is he’s going to help anyway. Though the first option sounds honestly better to him, at least there would be someone to punch. But Bruce doesn’t answer him, so.

“Okay, the second one then”, he sighs, not surprised at all. “Did he take his bike or one of the cars? Please tell me he didn’t take the jet because I’m honestly not awake enough to fly around the States looking for your son.”

And again, a month ago, hell, even a week ago, Damian taking off to blow some steam on his own wouldn’t have been such a big problem. Rather the contrary, in fact. Often enough giving Damian some space was the best course of action for keeping the good health of everyone involved. But right now the kid is dealing with both his own resurrection and the death of the person he arguably loved more than everything else in the world, his own parent and maybe even his own pets included. Because the shit in their life works like that. Go big or go home it’s the ongoing motto.

“All the vehicles are accounted for”, Bruce answers. “At least all the ones we are aware of. He could have some of his own stashed away somewhere.”

Considering the kid’s passion for whatever motorized thing he could get his little hands on to make it fly or run twice its normal speed, the idea of him having some sort of secret mechanical workshop hidden in the city is not crazy at all. It wouldn’t be a reassuring thought the most of times, and now less than ever.

“But he took off from home on his feet, right?”, Jason asks anyway, hating the way his voice cracks a little around the word home and hoping Bruce’s too distracted to notice. He blames the lack of sleep for that slip of the tongue. And Dick. Alive or not, Dick’s always the one to blame when it comes to family.

“Yes, I believe so”, Bruce’s voice is tired, but Jason’s doesn’t care all that much about it. Knowing him, he’s brought this over his own head (and over Jason’s head too, apparently, and that earns him even less sympathy from him.)

“Anyone else looking?”, Jason asks again, putting on the first more or less clean shirt he finds on the floor.

“Red Robin and Batgirl are on it.”

Jason whistles, picking up his jacket and the bike’s keys.

“Then you can relax, old man. I mean, if we’re not a match for your ten years old we might as well hung up capes, computers and guns once and for all.”

“Mh”, Bruce answers noncommittally. He sounds suspiciously resigned. Like he’s just waiting for the next blow to catch him off guard.

Jason stops with a hand over the door handle, unsure of what to say next.

“C’mon Bruce, it’s Damian”, he tries slowly. “He’s going to be okay, you know?”

“He was Damian last time too”, Bruce reminds him sharply. And one could put Dick or even Jason instead of Damian, and the implications wouldn’t change. It irks him right away, and even if he’s actively trying not to be an ass about this whole thing, he doesn’t have a lot of patience for Bruce to start with.

“Okay, okay”, he returns, voice just slightly annoyed. “Don’t get all batshit now, we’ll find the brat. I’ll call you when I have news.”

He hangs up without a goodbye and just stares at the closed door.

He doesn’t have to do this, it’s not his problem. Sure, he cares about the kid - about the entire family, if he’s going to be honest with himself - there’s no use in denying it after he went over himself to help Bruce get Damian back. And he would do it again. There’s no doubting his help in case of emergency, that’s pretty clear to everyone. But this is not an emergency, this is family drama and he doesn’t have to get involved. Mostly because he knows that getting involved one time is going to set a dangerous precedent, and soon enough he may find himself running around Gotham every time Alfred runs out of milk (not that he would deny Alfred anything if he ever asked, but it’s the principle of the thing.)

He jingles the keys in his fingers for a moment, then he sighs.

Damian’s missing and Jason has to care about it. He blames this too on Dick. He’s pretty sure that now he’ll feel obliged to do the brat’s bidding and endure his outbursts just because of Dick. Because he’s not there to do it anymore. Because he would appreciate if Jason stepped up and took his place. Because there is a heartbroken child wandering alone into the night and Batman is after him (because Jason has no doubt Bruce geared up into his costume and all to go after Damian. It mustn’t have even crossed his mind, the idea to do it as himself, as Bruce Wayne. To just get into one of his expensive cars and go after his son in his pajama and slippers like any other normal father would. It’s one of those thing Bruce just doesn’t get.) (Although, to be fair, this is Damian, so the possibility of ninjas and weird villains and god knows what other unspecified dangers could be happening anyway, but honestly, that’s not how it feels. This feels like a kid’s temper tantrum, one of those crazy things that happen to normal families too. And no, the irony’s not lost on him.)

Jason grabs his helmet and locks the door, and doesn’t even bother to take his guns with him.

He calls Tim before starting the bike, just to have a second opinion.

“He called you too, uh?”, he doesn’t sound surprised. To be fair, there are very few things that can truly surprise Tim anymore.

“Yeah. You know how he is”, Jason answers.

They both know how Bruce is. Bruce is focused. Usually on more than just one thing or one person, but lately Damian has understandably stolen all of his attention. Which makes this missing business even more ridiculous, because after all that happened one would expect from Bruce to be a little bit more attentive to Damian’s whereabouts. Like, plant three different tracking devices on him attentive, at least.

Tim sighs in his ear, and he sounds as tired as Jason feels.

“Yeah”, he replies. “Which is why I’d like to find the demon brat as soon as possible and just go back to bed.”

Jason hums in agreement.

“Do you know what they were fighting about?”

Tim hesitates in a way that makes Jason think that yes, he does know, but also that he kind of feels guilty about knowing.

“Timbo?”, he prompts him.

There is another hesitation, longer this time.

“Dick”, Tim finally answers, and the pain is so damn clear in his voice. Damian may have been closer to Dick lately, but Tim had spent half his childhood with him. He was, in a sense, the first real brother Dick ever had, because if he and Dick had to be honest about it, then they’d have to admit that Jason became Dick’s brother in retrospect, when it was too late. Never when he was actually there, because Dick was still young then, and angry. Having been there and done that, Jason doesn’t blame him anymore, but now he wonders if Tim knows it, if he knows how much his presence has reshaped the family dynamic, so that Robin didn’t have to be an only child anymore. Somehow he doubts it.

Jason rubs the bridge of his nose. He’s really happy he was not there to hear the fight between Bruce and Damian. They both could be deadly vicious with their words (other than with their fists and their knives, obviously.)

“Obviously”, he repeats out loud. “Alright, where are you?”

Tim gives him and address and Jason frowns. It’s closer to his territory and that’s not a place where he wants an angry Robin to be wandering around. He hopes Damian’s not anywhere near there, and already regrets leaving his guns behind.

“First one to find him gets to swat him before calling Bruce?”, he dares Tim.

“Nope. If you want to volunteer for being a victim of fratricide that’s your problem”, Tim retorts. “Leave me out of it. I’ve already suffered my fair share.”

“Fine, Red Chicken”, Jason scoffs before hanging up. “You’re no fun at all.”

He calls Barbara and Alfred too, just to know which territories have already been covered. He doesn’t bother with Bruce because he’s pretty sure he’s doing a recog of the whole Gotham and trying to talk him out of it would be a waste of time.

In the end Jason happens to know just a little bit more than the rest of them about daddy issues, dead children and dead children coming back to life, and that’s probably why he finds him first. He doesn’t even have to look that hard or drive too far away. Only to the Manor’s and, more specifically, to the Manor’s cemetery.

Damian’s right there, sitting on Dick’s tombstone. He’s wearing his pajamas, mudded bare feet dangling above the ground. If it wasn’t the middle of the night, if this wasn’t a cemetery, and if this wasn’t Damian, it would look like a little kid mindlessly taking a break in the middle of a playground.

Instead there’s a child sitting on his brother’s grave, and around him there are his other brother's, his father’s and even his own empty tombs. Jason has no doubt that if Damian had the power to chose which grave should be empty and which one full, he would be a goner. It’s not a fair thought, but Jason rarely gets fair things, so he’s not ashamed of it too much.

He kills the bike and walks slowly towards the kid. He can’t believe Bruce never thought of checking here. No, he must have looked around, and Damian probably just had kept himself hidden from his father. Not that Jason can blame him for that - and not like Jason didn’t use to do exactly the same thing himself when he was Damian’s age (both with Bruce and his real father).

The cobblestone-covered path crackles under his boots as he walks, wet grass making it slippery and squeaky. Damian’s looking down at his hands and he doesn’t acknowledge Jason when he approaches him, even if there’s no way he didn’t notice him.

Jason, for his part, doesn’t really know what to do now that he has found the brat. He should probably just call Bruce and leave, but that doesn’t feel right. He’s not so eager about picking a fight with the kid either, though, which is where any attempts at conversation is going to land him. But he’s not here to fight. There’s going to be scolding and heartfelt conversations about not leaving home in the middle of the night when everyone’s already so alarmed that they could start fucking ringing or howling like sirens at any little thing, but Jason’s not the one who’s gonna do any of it. And if Bruce’s half as smart as he thinks he is, he’ll not say a word either. Those kind of things are mostly Alfred’s job anyway. Used to be Dick’s too, but eh.

So Jason sits down on Damian’s own grave, his back against the tombstone, so he can still face the kid. He doesn’t say hello, doesn’t even try to attract his attention. Gives him the choice on when, how and on what basis their conversations should start.

The silence between them is heavy, but not uncomfortable. Definitely familiar. Jason remembers a night spent at Dick’s apartment, both of them sitting on Dick’s old couch. He was reading a book, Damian was playing on his phone, Tim and Dick were easily chatting in kitchen. This quiet feels a bit like that, just colder. And wetter. And lonelier.

He feels something crawl on the back of his hand and swats it away without even looking at it. For some reasons this seems to attract Damian’s attention.

“Why did you kill it?”, Damian asks, looking at him for the first time since he arrived. “It was only a firefly.”

And now Jason can see that there is a firefly in Damian’s cupped hands too, or at least that’s what the faint light between his fingers seems to suggest. He straightens his back and meets the kid’s gaze with his own. He thinks about his question for a moment, then just shrugs.

“I don’t care for bugs”, he answers honestly.

Damian tilts his head at him.

“Why?”, he asks again. He looks mildly curious, which is a good thing. Only a little weird.

Jason shrugs again.

“Same reason you don’t care for reptiles, I suppose.”

Damian scrunches up his nose at that.

“Snakes are between the deadliest animals in the world”, he retorts. “Some of them can shoot venom up to six feet with better accuracy than yours, not that it would be difficult to best you on that regard”, a little pause. “Beside, they slither”, he adds with a disgusted grimace.

Jason does his best not to laugh.

“Well, bugs are gross”, he offers in return.

And they eat corpses, but he’s not gonna say that with Dick six feet under them. Let’s not give the kid new materials for his nightmares.

Damian doesn’t seem to think “gross” an adequate excuse for killing fireflies, but Jason’s not going to push it. They all have their weird little things, and he’d rather not tell Damian horror stories about dead kids crawling out of their graves at night, digging into the mud under the rain and feeling worms and maggots and god knows what else between the fingers. He’s not going to tell him that that night smelled exactly like this one.

“Your dad’s looking for you”, he says instead, because at some point they’d have to address the topic of a giant, worried Bat scurrying the streets of Gotham in search of his offspring anyway.

Damian curls his fingers and his toes but otherwise keeps a pretty decent facade of indifference.

“I know.”

Almost no feeling behind those words too. Yes, the kid’s getting really good at the emotionally constipated thing. He wants to make a joke about Dick turning in his grave, but he stops himself in time. Why has his mind to be so fucking morbid he’ll never understand. He focuses back on Damian, who’s trying really hard not to look like a ten years old in dire need of a hug. He’s failing.

“He’s not angry”, Jason offers, even though he doesn’t know if that’s true or not. He hopes it is, though.

“No, he’s never angry”, Damian unexpectedly agrees. “Only disappointed.”

Jason’s heart kind of falls into the pit of his stomach. He doesn’t know how to answer to that. It’s too personal, the feelings hit too close to home. He can’t say I know, he doesn’t want to say it. He’s not ready to have this conversation with someone else, much less with Damian, who’s arguably the brother most similar to him. First, because Jason’s trying so hard, for his own peace of mind, not to make comparisons between them since the day Damian died, and second, because he can’t let the kid count the similarities and make dangerous equations about them. Can’t let him see a Red Hood in his future instead of a Nightwing.

That’s why Dick should be the one giving speeches about father-son relationships. That’s also why Dick should go fuck himself, ectoplasm and all.

Damian’s line of thoughts must have been wandering in a similar direction because, while Jason is still gaping and looking for something to say that’s not a death joke or worse, the kid just sighs and bites the inside of his cheek.

“I miss him”, he whispers, like it’s a secret, or an admission of guilt.

And at least there’s an easy answer to this, Jason thinks.

“I know, kiddo. Me too.”

They both speak in a quiet tone, but their voices are steady. On the outside there’s no way for someone different from their family to actually see how deep the scar is, or how much it hurts.

All of this would be a lot more simple for both of them if Damian just cried. At least Jason would know what to do. He would get up from his wet spot on the grass and hug him. Not that he’s good with tears or hugs, and even less with children, but a crying child is something in the realm of things he comprehend. Like grieving. Like missing someone so much you can barely breathe.

It would be oh so nice if they could do something - this, at least - like a normal family. But they are not normal, and if they ever were Jason doesn’t remember it.

Part of the reason they’re all so fucked up about this must be because this is not something new anymore. They have lost a brother before. A father. A son. They have all lost comrades and friends and lovers. It’s part of the job. And at some point it didn’t… well, it didn’t stop the hurt, of course, because the hurt was always there, but. It stopped the surprise. Because how else could have it ended if not like this? And what’s the point of crying about something that was inevitable from the start?

So crying is not how they do things. They get angry, they fight, they train until their bodies are spent and sleep comes to them as a survival mechanism and nothing more. The only people in their life allowed to vocalize their pain are the criminals unfortunate enough to find themselves between a grieving vigilante and his denial while they just go on with the show.

Until, of course, they get stuck in a cemetery with a child still too young to know the rules of a game no one wants to explain.

Jason runs a hand through his hair, wishing for a beer. Damian just looks at him from under his lashes, mouth twisted in a pout. He knows what’s going to happen next.

“I need to call the others, Little D”, Jason warns him anyway.

Damian shrugs.

“I know.”

Jason sighs again.

Tim’s the first one to join them. He looks at Damian, still sitting on Dick’s gravestone, then at Jason, still leaning against Damian’s, and to his credit he just raises an eyebrow at them.

“Is this some sort of inside joke?”, he asks, staring down at them with his arm crossed over his chest. He doesn’t look tired or angry as he sounded before on the phone, in fact he looks rather amused, if Jason’s reading his posture correctly.

“Inside game, actually”, he answers then, making it up on the spot because why not. “You have to sit on a grave that is not yours.”

Damian blinks at him, then frowns uncertainly. Tim, bless his soul, just goes with it.

“Well, that should be easy”, he answers almost cheerly. “I don’t have a grave here.”

“Yet”, Damian replies, but if the child’s intent was to sound ominous or threatening he fails miserably. His own voice betrays him, giving his word a sad undertone. Tim must have detected it because he only scoffs back at him.

“Yeah, thanks for the memento mori, brat. I’ll take this one, then”, Tim says, sitting gingerly on Jason’s grave.

“Aww, I knew I was your favorite, Timbo”, Jason jokes, shifting position and circling his knees with his arms.

“Does that mean that Damian’s yours?”, Tim returns.

No need to ask Damian about his favorite brother. Jason notices he still grips his fingers around the edges of the marble stone beneath him, almost as challenging them to question his right to claim Dick’s grave for himself. Like they ever would.

“Well, I do feel like we have a lot of things in common”, he answers anyway. “Nice hair, a lifelong passion for knives, we both tried to kill you-”

“Very funny”, Tim grumbles.

“I consider myself offended by that”, Damian retorts at the same time. “My hair is definitely better than yours.”

Jason laughs, cocks his head to the side with an amused glare.

“My, my, are we already fashionably aware?”

Damian points his eyes at him like one would point guns.

“Well, someone in this family has to be.”

Tim snorts, and by doing so he automatically gives the win to Damian. The traitor.

Well aware of his victory, the child smirks smugly, and Jason can’t help but smile himself. He feels lighter and honestly relieved at how easily the banter still comes to them. Even now, even here.

The smile stays on Damian’s face for all of five seconds, then it crumbles down in a cringe, and that’s how Jason realizes that Bruce catched up with them. He follows Damian’s gaze and sure enough he can spot Batman’s unmistakable silhouette moving towards them. He looks back at Tim to give him a silent warning, but his brother is already focused on Bruce too, expression unreadable as always.

Jason turns his head again to watch Bruce slowly approaching them and frowns. He doesn’t know how he would react if Bruce and Damian started arguing in front of him, and he’s not eager to find out. So he waits for him to come closer and then he raises a hand and waves it in a show of no-hostility.

“Hello B.”, he greets him.

Bruce tilts his head in acknowledgment and just stares at their little circle from behind the cowl. He doesn’t look angry or ready to start a lecture, and Jason thanks god for small mercies.

“Can I sit down?”, he only asks after a moment.

“Sure. Just not on your own grave”, Jason answers.

“It’s tonight’s game”, Tim explains while Damian does his best to ignore all of them (an art he’s really well versed in, thanks to months of strenuous practice).

Bruce accepts it without so much as a raised eyebrow. He walks around them and looks at both of his parent’s graves before deciding to sit down in front of his father’s tombstone, if only because it’s the one closer to them or to follow some kind of messed up logic, Jason doesn’t know and he’s not gonna ask.

They ought to make a weird sight, though, Batman sitting in the mud, Red Robin crouched next to him, Jason in his civilian clothes sitting cross-legged in front of them, and Damian in his pajamas perched on a gravestone in the middle of their group. Jason wonders if he should take a photo for Alfred’s Bonding Moments Scrapbook. He’s ready to bet it wouldn’t even be the weirdest one in there.

“You know, I think we should have a grave for Timmy too”, he says out of the blue, because clearly Tim’s not going to talk first and Bruce and Damian are just as clearly trying to ignore each other’s presence like they weren’t the reason for this peculiar family meeting in the first place.

“Hey!”, Tim protests.

“...Jason”, Bruce sighs.

Jason smirks, crosses his arms behind his head and leans against the tombstone until he finds a comfortable position. Tim just narrows his eyes at him, already familiar enough with his quirks to know that this is not just a casual comment but it’s going to turn into a thing.

“I just don’t want him to feel, you know, cut off from the family or something”, Jason continues, keeping his tone as casual as he knows how.

“I’m perfectly fine without having a grave, thank you very much.”

“Ah, but we all already have a metaphorical grave waiting for us while we are alive. Some are just less metaphorical than others.”

“Yeah, well, I’d like to keep mine totally metaphorical for as long as I can, if you don’t mind.”

“I do mind a little. Like, I am this close to feel personally offended.”

“I’m not getting myself a grave just to indulge your issues, Jay.”

“Are you cold?”, Bruce asks, interrupting their conversations with a low murmur, and Jason and Tim immediately pause. The question is obviously directed to Damian, who for the last minutes has done nothing but watching his bare feet. Even now he doesn’t raise his head, doesn’t speak, doesn’t even look at them. Just barely nods.

“We could go home”, Bruce hums. Jason notices the obvious effort to put it as a suggestion, not as a request and definitely not as an order.

“It’s almost morning”, Tim adds gently, when Damian doesn’t answer. “I’m pretty sure Alfred’s making breakfast right now.”

Jason’s pretty sure that Tim’s going to be a good brother to Damian too, eventually. After all he learned how to be a brother from Dick, and Dick’s always been a good teacher. The kid just needs to give him a chance, and Tim just needs to take it. It’s a comforting thought. Not that he’s gonna share it.

“And I’m pretty sure that when you say Alfred’s making breakfast you’re just thinking about the coffee”, he replies instead.

“Jason, coffee is breakfast.”

“Uh, I’m sorry to be the one to break it to you but-”

“Damian?”, Bruce interrupts them again.

Finally, Damian looks up at them. And it’s not easy to read him, he looks still kind of surprised that Bruce’s not yelling at him, and he also looks guilty and uncertain and like he doesn’t want to leave the last connection he has with Dick, like there is a much bigger decision here to be taken, one they can not even start to comprehend.

Or maybe Jason’s just projecting and Damian’s only sleepy.

“Do you want to go home?”, Bruce asks softly.

Damian’s fingers linger on the marble, absently tracing its edges.

“...Yes”, he decides in the end.

He slides down from the gravestone and back on his feet.

Bruce stands up too, quickly followed by both Jason and Tim.

“Good”, Batman only says, then he walks towards Damian and offers him his hand.

Father and son look at each other for a second, and whatever their fight was about, it’s pretty clear that everything is forgiven and forgotten, even if no one’s gonna say sorry. Jason tries really hard not to be jealous about that.

“And I’m in favor of Drake getting a grave”, Damian adds in a chirp, taking his father’s hand.

Bruce hums noncommittally and scoops him up into his arms. Damian promptly wraps his arms around his neck, settling into his hold.

“And I’m in favor of giving you up for adoption”, Tim answers serenely, with no heat at all.

Jason just laughs and puts an arm around his brother’s shoulders as they follow their father home.

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pinapple-qween · 7 years

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The Ape Woman pt. 2

Relationship: Damian Wayne x Reader

Summary: Kinda like Tarzan, but fem!reader. So…yeah.

Key: Y/N= your name

Part 1 here

When you and Damian both reached his camp, you found Terk there. You stormed over to the other gorilla excitedly.

“Terk! Hey! Look, look at what I found. Look at it! It looks like me.” Terk looked to the beast that stood behind you. Then looked back to you, stunned.

“Wow, Y/N. It’s just like you, but is it safe?” You nodded and bounced over to Damian. You grabbed him and dragged him over to the tentative Terk. Terk moved back defensively. You tried to explain that it was safe, but you realized that Terk wasn’t looking at Damian, he was looking at Kerchak.

Kerchak stood there, ready to attack Damian, when he noticed you. “Y/N! Come now. We are not staying here.” You began to speak and was silenced by your mother.

“Dear, it’s best we do what he says.” She grabbed your arm and dragged you away. You watched Damian for a moment before leaving.

Damian watched as you ran away. He stood still there even after you were gone. Then he heard his father.

“Damian! Where have you been? Are you alright,” Bruce grilled the boy who stood, looking off into the distance.

Damian broke out of his trance, “Yes father, I’m fine. But you’ll never believe what I saw!” Damian began to retell the tale of the baboons chasing him and then you. “Father, she was amazing! She swung through the trees with grace, but she didn’t speak any English, and she talked to the monkey! Then, she got up close to me and made me listen to her heart. Also, she had no respect for personal boundaries-”

Bruce cut him off, “Who Damian?”

“Y/N,” He looked off into the trees, “the ape woman.”

The next day, Damian took to try and explain you to Bruce better. He took out the whiteboard and the assorted colored dry-erase markers. He began to sketch you out.

“So she crouched like this. Then she supported her weight on her knuckles, like a gorilla!” Damian got into the position he drew to demonstrate. “And she walked like this.”

Bruce was fascinated. A feral child wasn’t very common, and one about Damian’s age was probably the most shocking. “So, she was raised here? In the jungle? Amazing.”

“Yea, but the most interesting part is that she can imitate sound and can still learn.” Damian then went back to his drawing to finish it. “She also had such a concentrated, determined look on her face. Like a puzzle was being put together in her head. And her eyes were so…” Damian trailed off as he thought about you.

“Damian,” Bruce chuckled, “do you need a minute?” Damian blushed, but played it off. He wasn’t weak and he most defiantly didn’t want Bruce to see him blush.

“I don’t believe it,” Lincoln, the jungle guide stated, “There’s no way that a woman has been living in these jungles for so long and no one has noticed. People have taken very good observations about the gorillas that live here. I’m sure they would’ve found her by now. She has to be some figment of your imagination.”

Just as he finished, you dropped down from the trees and approached Damian. Bruce watched you, with his mouth hanging open. “Oh my! Here she is! Damian, do you realize what you’ve found.”

“Yes father. A human being,” he said pointedly. “Hello Y/N.” You bounded over to him.

“Damian!” You circled him excitedly, waiting for him to start playing. When he didn’t you grabbed his arm and pulled him down, trying to fight. Damian fell due to the shear shock of your strength. You rolled on him and then spotted something shiny. You ran towards it, grabbing it and inspecting it by sniffing, licking, and smelling it.

“She studies the spoon like any animal would,” Bruce commented. Damian shot him a disgusted look.

“She’s not just an animal.” He walked over to you and took the spoon. “Y/N,” he tried to get your attention, “this is a spoon. S-p-o-o-n. Spoon.” he pointed to the spoon as he spoke.

“Spoon,” you mimicked his sounds. They were strange and foreign, but they also felt…right.

“Very good!” He praised you. Then he pointed to the spoon again, “Spoon.” He hopped you understood because now you were on the next new thing.

“Damian,” Bruce interjected, “You don’t think she know where the gorillas would be, do you?”

Damian thought about it, “Well, gorillas live in family troops, so she probably knows where her family is. Yes, she most likely does!”

Lincoln perked up, “Then we should ask her!” He marched in front of you and started to talk, “Do you know where the gorillas are? Can you take us to them?” You didn’t respond. “G-o-r-i-l-l-a-s.”

“G-o-r-i-l-l-a-s,” you copied excitedly.

“No! Where are they? Where are the gorillas?” You ignored him and went on to the next new thing that interested you.

“Lincoln, I think I’ll take over,” Damian declared smugly.

Damian went on to teach you as much as he could about humans in the month they were to stay there. You eagerly learned every new thing you could including English and art and math. Everything was new and exciting.

One day you came back to find Damian and Bruce in a very frazzled state. You stood there as they paced back and forth speaking too fast for you to really understand.

“Damian?”

“Oh, Y/N, hi. Sorry, it’s just,” he sighed, “we have to leave in a few days and we haven’t even found what we came to study.”

“Study what,” you asked. You felt bad that Damian wasn’t happy and you wanted to change that.

“Gorilla,” Lincoln yelled at you. “We wanted to find the gorillas, but we indulged you! And now we have nothing to show.”

“Don’t yell at her!” Bruce approached you, “We were happy to help you.” He gave you a sad smile.

“Damian wants gorillas?” They all nodded, expectantly. “I can’t. Must keep family safe, please.” You looked to Damian with heartbroken eyes, “Sorry.”

Damian bobbed his head, “I understand.”

“Mother please,” you begged, “just come and look at them!” You were trying to get your mother to meet these ‘humans’, the people who looked like you. “They aren’t dangerous. Just…different.”

“Y/N I would, but no. It’s forbidden.”

“Mother! They will leave if they don’t see you.” You understood that Damain would go away if he didn’t see the gorillas, and you didn’t want him to leave. You pulled out your best doe eyes, “Please mom, for me?”

She looked at you long and hard before sighing, “Only if Kerchak won’t know. Okay, I will allow it.”

“Thank you.” You gave her a giant hug and went to plan a distraction with Terk.

Damian was packing up his things. The boat had come early and he was angry. Angry that he didn’t have more time to spend with you. He didn’t even know if you would see him before he left, but his questions were answered as you fell right in front of him.

“Damian, come.” You grabbed his arm. Bruce noticed and walked towards the both of you.

“But Y/N, I have to pack. I have to leave.” You didn’t seem to care as you dragged him to a dark area with Bruce, and unknowingly Lincoln, on your tail.. Then Damian saw it. A gorilla just standing there. “Oh, wow. She’s gorgeous.”

“My mother.” Damian spun his head to look at you. You looked at him proudly.

“Your- your mother?”

“Y/N I can’t, this is no longer safe,” you mother declared as she backed away.

“No, mom it’s okay. Mom it’s okay,” you repeated to her, trying to get her to understand. Damian joined in which surprised you, but it was nice. She accidentally led Damian to the nest while she tried to escape. Damian looked up to see a plethora of gorillas appear in the trees. They came out scared and curious, but, with Damian’s stillness, they investigated these new beasts.

After awhile, they began to play with Damian and Bruce. You were ecstatic and so was Damian.

“Damian stay?”

He turned to you, taken aback, “Y/N, I can’t stay. I have to go back to Gotham with Bruce. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” You sat there and thought about the situation. “I go with?”

“I mean, I would love for you to, but you can’t just leave your home. Well, you do belong with other people. No, I don’t know. Do you really want to?”

You began nodding slowly. You understood that if you left, you wouldn’t come back. It was a terrible thing, but you felt like you had to. You didn’t belong here. You belonged with ‘humans’ and, though it was painful to leave, you wanted to learn even more. “Yes Damian. I will go.”

A year later, you were living in Gotham with Damian and his brothers at Wayne Manor. Alfred, the man who usually takes care of you, was trying to get you into shoes, but you wouldn’t let him.

“Really Miss Y/N, Shoes are a part of human society.”

“Really Miss Y/N, Shoes are a part of human society,” you mocked, with a very convincing British accent.

“As always, very impressive, but please. You are going to a gala tonight and you must be dressed appropriately or else Master Bruce will be disappointed.”

“And Damian?”

“Yes and Master Damian,” the butler huffed. “So please, put the shoes on.” You obeyed, less than thrilled about the contraptions that restrained your feet. “Thank you.” You stuck your tongue out at him playfully. He laughed and let you walk out the door, down to the ballroom where the party was being held.

The party was in honor of your first year in a human society. As you stumbled down the stairs, people clapped for you. You found it overwhelming, but you just had to grin and bear it for Damian.

The party was long and boring and everything you were wearing made you want to scream. Soon, Damian appeared from behind you. “You look very nice Y/N, but very uncomfortable.” You nodded fiercely. “Come on, you’ve been here long enough. These stuck up nobodies won’t miss you.”

You were grateful for Damian and all he had done for you. He became your tutor for when you decided to live in Gotham, with the help of Alfred. He knew your limitations and your boundaries when it came to ‘civilized society’. He only wanted what was best for you, and seeing you here, he knew you weren’t happy.

“Y/N,” he mumbled as you finished changing out of that hideous contraption, “do you miss the jungle?”

“Yes,” you sighed, “but I am happy.” You looked at Damian. “With you.”

He smiled and took you into a hug. “I’m happy with you too, my beloved.”

You had never heard that word before, but his voice made it sound so perfect. You imitated him, “My beloved.”

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catxsnow · 4 years

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CIRCUS FREAK D.G.

Request: okay so i was listening to rewrite the stars and got the idea where the reader is a socialite from a very wealthy family, and she fell for dick grayson but her family doesn't approve because he's not a real wayne/rich. so can i request that? thank you once again!!🥺❤️

Warning: swears, having really shitty parents

A/N: That gif just melts my heart every time I see it.

Word Count: 2k

Dick Grayson was an unexpected surprise in your life.

Your parents were the kind of people that expected you to marry a literal prince. They wanted you to continue the family legacy of money, power, and popularity. Generations of marrying important figures to keep the family name from being tainted. Your family took pride in their place in the world.

When they moved to Gotham, there was only one family that was going to be good enough for your parents: The Wayne's. Bruce Wayne was the richest person in the city - maybe even the entirety of the country. When you parents wiggled their way into his life and to his famous gala's, you were to be dragged along as well.

Your parents pointed out dozens of rich men, those who owned big businesses or were part of world affairs. They wanted you to talk to them, date them, and eventually marry one of them. It wasn't those snobby men that you were intrigued by. It was the man across the room with a genuine smile.

At the time you weren't aware that this was Bruce's oldest adopted son. He didn't seem like the rest. Dick wasn't trying to prove his worth by being there, in fact it almost seemed like he didn't want to be there at all. Behind his smile, you could see that he had places he'd rather be - but his kindness to others never faltered.

Out of all the people in that room, he was the only one that you wanted to talk to.

Dick felt your eyes on him. He looked up from the person he was having a conversation with and gazed at you from across the room. A smile lit up his face at the sight of how stunning you looked. He no longer cared about the man he was chatting with - he wanted to go talk to you instead.

That was how you met the love of your life. The second that he asked you to dance, you knew that you never wanted to let him go. You danced your heart away that night, twirling and spinning until your legs were ready to give out on you. Being with Dick... it was like floating in the stars.

You met with him again and again after that night. Every meet up seemed to last shorter than the previous, you never seemed to get enough time with him. There weren't enough hours in the day for you to be with Dick as much as you wanted to. He had cut down on his over time at work, even patrol to be with you.

He was in love.

You weren't like the rest of the snobby rich, young adults that attended these gala's. Unlike so many of these families that just wanted to make money, you wanted to make the world a better place. Dick respected that about you. While you were both trying to change the world in different ways, it seemed to bring you closer together.

Bruce knew who you were. He was aware of your parents and their appearance in Gotham. Thinking like a business man, he assumed that you were only interested in Dick for the money in his name. Upon meeting you, he could clearly see that wasn't the case at all. You were completely head over heels for him.

The issue arose when Dick was meant to meet your parents for the first time. Every man that you had brought home to them wasn't good enough. They drove him away until you were left heartbroken. As the son of Bruce Wayne, you assumed that they would approve of him. Even so, Dick was brave enough to stick around through your parents wrath.

Dick was dressed in his best suit. You were looped around his arm in your best clothes as well. The two of you stood outside the doors of the fanciest restaurant in the city. Your parents were already inside and waiting upon the two of you. Dick leaned down to give you a quick peck on the lips.

"Stop worrying so much."

"Aren't I supposed to be telling you that?" You chuckled. Dick rolled his eyes and led you through the doors. Truth be told, he wasn't nervous. Throughout all his years, he had impressed every set of parents that he met. Yours couldn't be that different. "Just... don't think of me differently after today, okay?"

"I would never, my love," Dick assured. You switched from having your arm around his to intertwining your hands. The server led you towards the table your parents were sitting in. They looked to be in a good mood. Hopefully they would keep it up when you arrived with Dick.

Dick Grayson should have been nervous. After knowing you this past half a year, he didn't think that anyone related to you could be cruel. You were the kindest person that he had ever met, always worried about everyone around you before yourself. He assumed that it was your parents that raised you like that.

He was wrong, very wrong. Your parents seemed to be angered the second that you two sat down at the table. Dick was on his best behavior. He made sure to give the biggest smile, shook their hands, and referred to them with the utmost respect. It didn't seem to matter, the second they laid eyes on him they weren't impressed.

When you told your mother that you were bringing a Wayne to dinner, they assumed you meant a real Wayne - not an adopted one. Bruce was far too old for you, Damian far too young. Tim was the one that they were expecting, even if he was considerably younger than you as well. Even if he wasn't a real Wayne, he was the one to run WE.

Dick Grayson was nothing but a circus freak.

A boy who was born from poor parents and grew up in the circus. He was the exact opposite of what your parents wanted of you. Even with being adopted by Bruce, it wasn't enough for them. You were tired of pleasing your parents. Dick was the love of your life, you knew it in less than a year of being with him.

"You're lucky Bruce Wayne adopted you. I suppose living in a circus you had no where to go but up," Your mother spoke. She sipped her wine, acting as if what she had said was a compliment. Dick's eyes widened in shock but he remained quiet.

"You're not a real Wayne, though, right? Like Bruce's inheritance isn't going to go to you, it'll go to his youngest, the blood son?" Your father pitched in. "(Y/N) are you sure you want this one? What about the other, the one running Bruce's company - at least he has something going for him."

"That's enough!" You raised your voice. Your parents were not-so-subtle about their dislike towards Dick. They shamed his upbringing, saying that he was lucky to be taken in by Bruce rather than continue his life in the circus. Though you knew their words hurt him, he stayed calm throughout the matter.

You on the other hand, couldn't hear anymore of it. "Who the fuck do you think you are to say those things? Huh? You're nothing but snobbish pricks who only want me to marry for money! I'm sick of it! I'm sick of seeing you on your high fucking horse thinking you're better than everyone!

"I'm ashamed to call you my parents. You don't care about Gotham or your own daughter! You only care about yourselves and money. Have fun being fucking miserable, I'm not putting up with your shit any longer. Never again."

The restaurant had gone silent. All eye were on your table, listening in to the scene that you were causing. Your parents sat there in shock. you had never showed any signs of aggression like that before. Not once in your life had you went against them so fiercely and so publicly. Unfortunately, they blamed this attitude on Dick.

Before they could say anything about your outburst, you grabbed Dick's hand and nearly dragged him out of the restaurant. You were beyond angry. So full of rage, humiliation, even guilt. You so desperately wanted this dinner to go well and it had gone anything but. Dick finally stopped you from racing back towards his car.

Tears spilled down your cheeks as he looked down to you. Without hesitating, he pulled you into a much needed hug. You sobbed into his chest, your heart aching for the words that your parents said to him. He didn't deserve that, any of it. Dick was too polite to stand up against strangers like that - especially when they were your parents.

"I'm sorry," You whispered. Dick kissed the top of your head before wiping away your tears. When you asked him not to judge you for your parents, he never thought you would mean to this extreme. Still, he kept with his promise. You weren't your parents, you were nothing like them.

"Don't be," Dick assured. He had gone through far worse things than some angry parents. He got broken, battered, and bruised every week - a few hurtful words shouldn't have fazed him. But seeing you so upset because you cared this deeply about him? That broke his heart far more than what your parents said about him.

"My parents are horrible people. They've always only cared about keeping the family name as an important figure. I've pretty much would be stuck in an arranged marriage if they got what they wanted," You squeezed your eyes shut, remembering the hurt looks on Dick's face as they spoke poorly about him.

Dick didn't know what to say. To be honest, he was still in shock over the events that had just happened between you and your parents. Firstly with how horrible they were, and secondly, how quick you were to stand up for him. You had only known him for six months and you were willing to throw away your relationship with you parents for him.

Realizing just how committed you were to this relationship sparked something in him. He knew that he loved you, and even if it was a relatively short time together with you, he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. Dick was completely and utterly in love with you.

"You're not a freak, Dick," you continued as he didn't speak. Without him saying what was on his mind you were left to believe that he was thinking the worst. He no longer wanted to be with, he didn't love you anymore. It broke you to think like that, you would do anything to change it. "You're not a Wayne, you're a Grayson. A Flying Grayson, that's the man that I love."

"I love you," Dick finally spoke his mind. Relief flooded you; that was what you wanted to hear. "You aren't your parents, I see that more than ever now. Just like how I'm not Bruce. We're meant to be our own people, to live and grow and discover who we really are. Right now, I know that I'm meant to grow with you."

"You make me a better person every day, Dick Grayson," You smiled up at him. Dick pulled you closer by your hips and lowered his lips to yours. He didn't care about the random people walking by you or the sound of car horns in the background, you were all that mattered.

It didn't matter if you parents didn't approve of him. He had your heart, and you hoped that he never let it go.

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fishfingersandjellybabies · 6 years

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More Than That - fic

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne, Jon Kent, bits of Clark and Dick Summary: Talia called him a weapon. Bruce would make sure Damian knew that wasn’t at all true. A/N: Based off Super Sons 13 & 14. I feel like Jon heard every single thing Talia said, even when he wasn’t present, and knew that Damian was still hiding his emotions at the end, even though he opened up a little when Jon tried. Jon stole Clark’s phone and was texting Dick. When Dick said Damian wasn’t responding, he immediately made Clark call Bruce. I just realized this title is similar to ‘Less Than’ regarding Damian and Jason, and while they’re not at all related to each other, they could easily maybe be spiritual sequels to each other. So...go me, haha. Just needed some good batdad feels this week, mmkay.

It was an emergency signal from Superman. A meeting in the rain, on the roof in Gotham. A young boy standing between them, obviously the meeting’s caller. Clark shrugging apologetically, while a look of concern mixed with the raindrops on his face.

“His mom.” Jon was explaining. “His mom was here. She attacked my mom-”

Clark. “She what?!”

“No, Mom’s fine. We – Damian saved her. That’s fine.” Jon waved his own father off, keeping his focus on Bruce while trying to brush his wet bangs out of his face at the same time. “I’m just…Damian’s mom. She said some things. Some…really terrible things. And I…”

Jon’s shoulders slumped, and he looked heartbroken.

“I don’t think he’s okay.” Jon whispered. “Batman, I don’t think Damian’s okay, but I can’t reach him. I tried, but…” He looked ashamed of himself, like he had failed. Clark put a hand on his shoulder. “I think you need to talk to him.”

“And not Nightwing.” Clark added softly. Bruce didn’t look at him. Kept his eyes on Jon. “You.”

“Nightwing’s already with him at the cave, and Damian…won’t talk to him.” Jon quipped. “He’s not okay. I know what his mom said, I heard her, but I don’t know what it means to him, and just. He’s not okay, and I don’t know what else I can do for him.”

“He needs his father, Bruce.” Clark murmured. “His mother just came after him and tried to hurt him. He needs his father to pick up the pieces.”

Bruce continued to stare down at Jon. Stayed silent for a moment, before finally:

“The cave, you said?”

Jon nodded. Bruce nodded back, and turned away instantly. He was almost to the roof’s edge, when Jon called after him.

“She called him a weapon.” He said mournfully. “Implied that was all he was good for. Can you…can you just let him know that I don’t think that? That no one but her does? We all…we all love him for him, not the skills she made him have.” A moment. “Please, Mr. Wayne, can you let him know?”

Bruce looked up into the rain, and jumped.

The cave was silent when he arrived, though he could see Dick and Damian clearly.

Dick was at the workbench. Not working, not even looking at it. Just leaning back against it, arms and ankles crossed, staring almost longingly across the cave. He glanced at Bruce when he arrived, but only that, before returning his attention towards the computers.

Damian was over there, though not in his usual position. Not in the chair, typing away at files and tests and security cameras. Instead, he was on the desk, facing away from the monitors, feet firmly on the chair below him. Like Dick, he was still in his uniform, his mask tossed to the side. He was slumped forward, his elbows on his knees, looking exhausted and defeated.

He can see why Jon was so worried.

“He won’t tell me a thing.” Dick whispered as Bruce passed him, pulling his cowl off his face. “He keeps telling me he’s fine, but he’s clearly not, so I don’t know what to-”

“It’s alright. I’ve been briefed.” Bruce hummed. “Just stay back for now. I’ll handle this.”

And really, Dick had a reason to be wary. Bruce wasn’t good at this stuff. When Bruce ‘handled’ something, especially related to his children and their compromised emotional states, he…tended not to handle it at all. He tended to make it worse, actually.

“Bruce…”

“I’ll handle it.” He repeated, continuing towards the computer. He wasn’t trying to be quiet but still, Damian didn’t look up at him as he approached. Kept his head hung and his body curled.

He stood there for a few minutes, staring down at his son. At his youngest. At the one who tried so hard, yet never felt like he got anywhere, though through no fault of his own.

“Son.” He whispered. Damian didn’t look up. Didn’t respond, other than to close his eyes at the name. Bruce kept his patience, carefully tucked a rogue curl of hair behind Damian’s ear. “Damian.”

“I ran into Mother tonight.” Damian sighed.

Bruce shifted his hand from Damian’s ear to his shoulder. “I know.”

“She was going after Lois Lane.” Damian continued, like this was a report. Then softer: “She was going after Jon’s mom.”

“I know.” Bruce repeated. “And she’s safe now, thanks to you.”

“I didn’t do anything. Jon did most of it.” Damian shook his head, reopened his eyes to continue staring at the floor.

A moment. An eternity of a moment.

“…I tried to be strong.” Damian breathed. “I tried to…everything I said, she countered.”

“Damian…”

“She kept trying to play on my loneliness but I wouldn’t let her. I kept telling her I had friends, I wasn’t alone anymore, I didn’t need her, I didn’t want her, and she just said I was keeping people close so I could hurt them later.” His voice got more desperate and pained the more he spoke. His words were becoming wails. “That everyone I called friends, would just be my victims, later.”

Gently, Bruce put his other hand on Damian’s shoulder too. “Damian.”

And Damian looked up at him with red-rimmed eyes, tears cascading down his face. “I don’t want to hurt anyone, Father. I don’t.”

Bruce smiled gently. “I know.”

Damian sniffed, and moved to look away again, but Bruce wouldn’t let him. Quickly, he caught Damian’s chin on his finger, forcing him to look back up.

“Damian, you are not her weapon.” Bruce whispered. Damian’s lip quivered, so Bruce repeated it, for good measure. “You are not her weapon.”

Damian coughed out a sob, and before he could respond, Bruce hooked an arm around his shoulder, pulling him into a tight embrace. Damian held him back just as tightly, buried his face in Bruce’s chest. Bruce just pressed his nose into Damian’s hair.

“You are my son, and I am so proud of you.” Bruce continued quietly, rubbing at Damian’s shuddering spine. “I love you, and I will never, ever let her take you from this life you’ve made yourself. I promise.”

Damian didn’t respond, but Bruce didn’t need him to. What he needed was to hold his boy, and make another promise, but to himself.

Talia would not get near him again. She would not threaten him, not mock him, and not beat him down for the person he’s become.

And then another promise – he would find her himself, and tell her all this to her face. Scream, yell. Fight her if he had to. Whatever he needed to do, he’d do it.

Anything to protect his son, and that fragile, beautiful mind of his.

Dick was instantly, silently, there. Not touching, not interfering, not breaking into Bruce’s space to spirit Damian away to other distractions or needs. Just there, smiling sadly. A quiet comfort for both father and son.

“I love you.” Bruce repeated, and that was all he could do. Repeat, repeat, repeat. “Your siblings love you. Your friends love you. And we always, always will. No matter what.”

Damian just dug his nails into Bruce’s back.

“No matter what your mother says about you. No matter what others believe.” He kissed Damian’s temple. “We always, always will.”

He went silent, then. Just listened to his son cry. Held him as tight as he could. Dick remained nearby. Shutting off alarms and alerts, softly answering calls or messages. Letting his family have their moment.

As Damian’s wails began to quiet a little while later, Bruce slowly moved to gather him up. “Come on.” He hummed. “Let’s get you upstairs.”

“No, I.” He held Bruce tighter, though shifted like he was about to let go. “…You have work to do. I…I’ll go myself. Thank you, Father.”

Bruce smiled. Because he absolutely would not. Not if Bruce had anything to say about it.

“…Here.” He hummed instead. Leaned back just slightly, just enough to unclasp his cape. Tugged it off with one hand, while pushing Damian’s feet off the chair, and pulling Damian into his lap as he sat down himself. As Damian settled himself perpendicularly across his legs, Bruce fluttered the cape over the both of them. “Is this okay?”

Damian curled tighter into his chest. Nodded.

“Good.” Bruce smiled. Glanced up as Dick was suddenly there, holding a cell phone out for him to look at. Dick’s personal one, with a message from Clark.

How’s he doing? Clark asked. Jon’s still worried sick. Wants to know if we could stop by and hang out tomorrow? Though I have a feeling he’s going to show up even if Bruce says no…

Bruce chuckled and nodded an affirmative to Dick. Dick grinned himself, and immediately began typing out a response.

“Get some rest, son.” Bruce whispered as he watched Dick walk away. When he was far enough, he turned back to the computer, keeping one hand firm on Damian’s side, typing with other. “I’ve got you.”

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The Good Don’t Die Young, They Just Grow Up Too Fast - fic

Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Jon Kent Pairing: jondami Summary: Jon never lets visiting Damian be easy. A/N: Damian’s like 30 and Jon’s 27. Based on if Jon had stayed kind of under Manchester Black’s control/ideals and stayed evil/violent justice. Damian agreed/went with him, taking over the League to bolster their strength in their fight for the world. Jon basically embraces the al Ghuls idea of being eco/bio warrior/terrorists. It’s kind of hinted, but basically Clark and Lois are heartbroken but Jon wants nothing to do with them, and might hate them more than he hates Damian’s family (who he sees as perpetually hurting/letting Damian get hurt, even now, thus he came back from space). Damian still loves his family, but knows - and doesn’t at all regret - that he picked Jon over them. They’re so in love in this garbage that he’d basically pick Jon over his fam every time, even if it still hurts them all. Jon is eternally and undyingly grateful that Damian picked him and doesn’t lord it over or bring it up to Damian, but always does to the Batfam.

“This seems unnecessary.” Jason hummed jovially to the guard to his left. “I mean, we’re in-laws. Or does Superman and his wife get the same treatment when they come to visit too?”

The assassin didn’t speak. Kept his eyes forward.

Jason sighed, turned towards Tim. “Did you tell Dick we were here?”

Tim’s face was blank. “Yeah.”

“What did he say?”

“He…” Tim’s eyes lowered. “He hasn’t answered. I don’t expect him to.”

“Hm.” Jason sounded boredly, as they approached large, ornate double doors. “We should have forced him to come with us.”

“And what would that have done?” Tim huffed. The guard to his right stuck out his arm, silently telling them to stop. The two of them watched as their caretakers stepped forward, and simultaneously pulled the doors open. “All it’d do is make him sadder. Then he’ll go into another month of moping and no contact. And I know I for one don’t want that, do you?”

“I’m just saying, maybe it’d knock some sense into the kid.” Jason tried, looking into the room as it was exposed. But before they could even step forward to enter it, Jason frowned. Put a hand on his gun. “Aw, hell.” Then accusingly to Tim: “You said he wasn’t going to be here!”

Tim’s face was tight, defensive. “He wasn’t supposed to be. Intel said he was off-world.”

“Yeah, well.” Jason hissed as they stepped forward into the audience chambers anyway. He watched the man in front of the throne carefully. Took in the dark uniform, the black cape with the symbol that looked so wrong in that color scheme. Stared furiously into those violet eyes. “Your intel was wrong.”

“We’ll worry about that later.” Tim exhaled, he too turning his attention to the young man before them. He and Jason stopped a few feet away, and let the silence thrum between them for a moment. The man in black just stared at them, a tiny smirk on his face. “…Jon.”

“Hi, Tim.” Jonathan Kent returned, almost pleasantly. “Hi, Jay.”

“That’s Jason to you, you piece of shit.” Jason returned as he crossed his arms, just as mockingly. Smiled when Jon narrowed his eyes.

Tim stepped forward, stopping a potential fight before it could even start. “What are you doing here, Jon? I heard you were away on a mission.”

“I was.” Jon nodded. “But when I heard my husband’s estranged family was coming to visit him…well. Do you blame me for being concerned about his safety?”

Tim felt his blood boil. As if they’d ever hurt Damian.

(And Jon knew that. Of course he did. He just did it to lord it over them. Lord the fact that, given the choice, Damian chose him over them.)

“Where is Damian?” He asked, attempting to keep his voice calm. “We’re here to see him, not you.”

“He’s coming.” Jon hummed. “It just so happened I got here first.”

“I swear if you’re holding him against his will-” Jason snapped, pulling his gun out of his holster.

Jon immediately went on the defensive himself. “Please, it’s not like I’m you guys-”

“To whom do I owe the pleasure of a vis…” As if on cue, a man appeared out of a side door. Tall, muscular, and far too reminiscent of his father, though the colors he wore was far too reminiscent of his grandfather, and the ones who’d harmed him in his past.

The long green cloak, golden accents weaving their way across the garments. Weapons strapped to his hips.

And the normally stoic face melted into surprise at the room’s occupants. Stared first at Jon, and then a quick glance to the two he once called brothers.

But a glance was all he spared, before looking back to the man in black and stepping up to his side. Then Damian whispered: “…Beloved?”

And Jon’s fury at Jason dissipated instantly. A bright smile took over his face as he turned to Damian. “Surprise.” Jon whispered as he brushed his fingers tenderly across his face. Damian leaned into the touch. “I came home early.”

“I see that.” Damian murmured. And it almost hurt Tim’s heart, how enamored Damian was. Staring up at Jon like he was the whole world. The only thing that existed or mattered. “Why?”

“Because I missed you.” Jon snorted, leaning in to kiss Damian’s cheek. It was loving, of course, but also possessive. The glance back at Tim and Jason as he did it proved as much. “And because I got word you’d be receiving visitors. I wanted to make sure you were going to be okay.”

And Damian’s trance at Jon’s presence seemed to break immediately. He blinked, his typical stoicism returning to his features as he glanced at them.

“Ah.” He sighed. He didn’t push Jon away, or even move his hands. Just addressed his audience while being adored by his husband. “And to what do I owe the pleasure?”

And it hurt. Sucked entirely. He couldn’t say anything. Couldn’t be familiar or joke with him. Had to pretend this wasn’t their little brother. That this was only a business deal.

“Your soldiers broke the agreement. Again.” Tim said plainly. “They were spotted on the border of Metropolis yesterday morning.”

“With a few heading towards Gotham earlier today.” Jason chimed in, just as matter-of-fact.

“Rogues, no doubt.” Damian hummed. “I will send some more loyal members of our ranks to capture them and we shall consider execution as their punishment.”

“Now, that’s not necessary.” Tim tried quickly. “Capture, sure, but no need to-”

“If you hadn’t wanted them executed you wouldn’t have come here, Timothy.” Damian cut off, pulling away from Jon, facing his brothers head on. Jon just stayed behind him, smirking. “Now. I will deal with the mutineers as per League tradition. Is there anything else you need?”

“This is the third time some of your idiots have broken the rules.” Jason snapped. “Is there something you’re not telling us?” Immediately, he turned his gaze to Jon. “Or you, maybe?”

“Jonathan has nothing to do with the command of my troops.” Damian waved off. His voice was passive, but no one missed his sidestep to the right, to stand protectively in front of Jon.

“That’s what I mean.” Jason continued. “Sure your husband isn’t doing shit behind your back?”

“If he was, then he probably had reason. Regardless, he and I will discuss it in private as it is absolutely none of your concern.” Damian continued to defend. “Now, anything else?”

Jason and Tim paused, then Tim spoke. Quiet, sad, tired. Couldn’t help himself. Knew it was a bad idea, but couldn’t hold his emotions back, whether they were good or bad. Never could. Not to towards this person. “…How are you?”

Damian blinked, and his Demon’s Head façade fell in surprise once more, revealing Damian. Their little brother Damian Wayne. “I beg your pardon?”

Jon frowned behind him as Tim stepped hesitantly forward. “Are you…doing okay? Are you safe? Feeling alright mentally? Hell, are you…eating your vegetables?”

Damian’s face remained open and young for a moment, before letting it fall into a warm smile. “I’m…doing well, Timothy.”

“…Really?”

“Really.” Damian chuckled, glancing back at Jon with eyes full of all the love in the world. Jon returned the affection, but his face was still tight, clearly not liking this line of questioning, even as Damian turned back. “Yourself?”

“Fine.” Tim said quietly. “…It’d be better if you came back home, though.”

Damian laughed again, rolled his eyes. “You and I both know that’s not true, Timothy. We hated each other when I left.”

“Times change.” Tim shrugged. “We do nothing but worry about you now.”

“No need to.” Damian promised. “I’m well, Timothy. Truthfully. I’m…happy here, with Jonathan.”

“Yeah, that’s what we were worried about.” Jason snorted quietly. Not quietly enough, though, as Jon immediately stormed forward, putting himself between the so-called Demon and his Bat brothers.

“You’re just jealous.” Jon snapped, even as Damian reached for him, calming words already on his lips. “You’re just pissed that I can protect him better than any of you ever could. That together, he and I are doing a better job at protecting the world – the universe – than you and your stupid Batman.”

“Batman works a hell of a lot with Superman there, kid.” Jason snapped back. Jon’s eyes glowed red.

“Then Superman is just as much an idiot as his chosen partner.” Jon replied, the coolness of his voice a stark difference to the annoyance on his face. “And you can go ahead and tell that simpleton that I said that.”

“Simpleton, huh? Clearly Johnny-boy’s been spending too much time with Damian if he’s using big words like that.” Jason drawled.

“Come up here, Hood.” Jon hissed, even as Damian grabbed his arm. “Come say that directly to my face, see how well you fair.”

“Beloved, enough.” Damian soothed, turning his back completely to his brothers to stare up into Jon’s eyes, tenderly hold his throat. After a moment, the red heat disappeared from his irises, back into their deep purple. “Todd is just trying to rile you up. Do not let him.”

And they were so wrapped up in looking at each other, in focusing on Jon’s slow, calming breaths, that neither of them noticed Jason quietly approaching, hopping up onto the altar.

“Hey, Damian.” Damian quickly looked over his shoulder, face concerned and mouth opening to scold. But Jason immediately grabbed him before he could speak, twirling him around the rest of the way.

And pulling him into his chest for a tight embrace.

“Todd, what are-”

“From Dick. I promised to hug you for him.” Jason whispered. He gave a light squeeze. “You’re breaking his heart, Damian.”

“…I know.” Damian returned sadly. “I…Tell him I…” A sigh. “Tell him I miss him too, and that I hope one day he can forgive m-”

“Get your fucking hands off of him.” Jon roared. Jason felt a hand on his shoulder, and instantly he was being thrown back, landing by Tim and sliding back a few more feet.

By the time he came back to himself, he heard Damian murmuring softly to Jon, a hand on his face, stroking his cheek underneath his once-more glowing red eyes. Tim was looking down at his skeptically.

“I told you to wait until I gave you a signal to do that.” Tim droned unsympathetically. He didn’t wait for Jason’s answer, turning back to the altar. Damian was ushering Jon towards the door, where two women appeared. Tim recognized them – the couple’s old friends Maya and Kathy. Kathy wrapped her arms around Jon’s back, rubbing gently as she pulled him away. Maya stayed another second, worry on her face as she glanced to Jason and Tim, before quickly following Jon and Kathy.

“My apologies.” Damian sighed, turning back towards his family. “Jonathan can get very…protective.”

“I’m sorry, too.” Tim offered. “We chose now to come because we thought Jon wouldn’t be here. We didn’t want to cause any problems.”

“Or, you know, see him at all.” Jason mumbled, helping himself to his feet.

“I know you don’t like him.” Damian snorted softly in amusement. “And…I know what you all think. But he has never forced me to do anything. I’m here, I took over for Ra’s, because I wanted to. Because I believe in what Jonathan is trying to do, and he believes in me too.”

“You went back to killing, Damian, and I know you wouldn’t do that willingly.” Jason tried.

“…I don’t do it myself, I merely allow my soldiers and my husband to do it if they so choose, though I often turn a blind eye, so I know that doesn’t make much of a difference between us. However, I have taught them all non-lethal methods, if that allows you to think even slightly better of me. While I took over the League from my grandfather, I did not continue most his methods.” Damian explained. “This life has separated me from you and my family though, and that is the fact I regret the most.”

“…Then come back.” Tim murmured. Damian immediately shook his head. “For a visit, at least. To see Dick, and your father. And Clark even. Clark is terrified for you. He thinks Jon’s holding you hostage, torturing you to make you stay and fight against the world with violence.”

“And I can guarantee you he is not. Trust me.” Damian cut off. “Following Jon…falling in love with him and letting him love me in return. Fighting for the universe like this with him…it’s like it was the first decision I ever made on my own, free of any outside influence. And I’m proud of my choice to this day.”

In a moment of silence, they heard Jon’s voice echo from somewhere else.

“I will…consider coming for a visitation. Next time we speak, please tell me a time that is convenient for you and everyone else.” Damian decided quietly. “And whether you choose to allow Jonathan to come or not, I will respect the decision, and convince him to as well.”

“…You’re making this sound like you’re dismissing us, Damian.” Jason countered.

“I am. Along with other matters, I have my husband to attend to now.” Damian sighed, and it sounded a little sad. “But please, do not be strangers. Keep in touch when you can, or wish to. You clearly know where I am located. I will forward a phone number to you as well. It will be waiting on Father’s computer when you return to Gotham.”

Tim frowned. “Damian…”

“It was nice to see you both. I wish it was under better circumstances, and I again apologize for the trouble at the Metropolis and Gotham borders.” Damian bowed slightly. Kept his eyes lowered when he rose once more. “I…truly do miss you both. And the rest of the family.”

Jason jumped forward. “Then come ho-”

But Tim was immediately smacking a hand against his chest, holding him back. Gave him a glare before looking up to Damian.

“And we miss you as well.” Tim gave his own bow. Inhaled as he stood again. “Keep your word about the assassins this time, Ra’s. Another misstep and you’ll have the Justice League to answer to.”

“Noted.” Damian hummed. Turned towards the door Jon was shoved through. “Until next time Red Robin. Hood.”

And the two sadly watched as their youngest brother followed after the love of his life. Stepped back onto the path they all worked so hard to keep him off of. Trailed after a metahuman monster because he was head over heels in love with him – and head over heels loved in return – and they all knew the simple truth: there was no cure for a love like that.

Jason exhaled and turned, putting a hand on Tim’s shoulder to slowly turn him along with him.

“…Until next time, kid.”

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