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igotanidea · 10 months

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//For his eyes only//: J.T x fem!reader x D.G

Summary: how would it be to have both Nightwing and Red hood in bed at the same time? Well, Y/n was curious as well.

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Warnings: SMUT, ass fucking, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, showoff, sexual tension, it's absolutely explicit.

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“I can’t believe I actually agreed to that” Jason muttered with jaw clenched as he watched his girlfriend bustling around, waiting for Grayson to show up to their little party.

“Come on, Jace.” She smiled brightly, absolutely innocently, almost like they weren’t going to have a threesome soon. And if he didn’t know what she was reading beneath that plan t-shit and mom jeans he would probably believe that fake chastity “it’s gonna be fun.”

“Yeah, right.” he turned around just to avoid looking at her angelic face and getting that sting of jealousy caused by the thought that he actually was going to share her with his fucking brother. “Maybe for you, but not for me…..”

“Jay….” She cooed, putting a hand on his shoulder from behind and massaging the tensed muscles gently “we’ve talked about it.” Y/N took a step forward, her front now pressing to his back, hand travelling down his biceps, caressing gently “why don’t you just relax a little?” she raised on her tiptoes and kissed the crook of his neck making him groan.

“I swear if Grayson doesn’t show up his ass here in the next ten second I won’t even bother controlling myself anymore….” Jason gasped, the touch of her lips making him hornier and harder than even before.

“You know I only want you.” she assured “we’re just playing around, but it’s nothing serious, you know it, right?” she muttered against his skin “I don’t care about Dick.”

“Fuck, princess” Jason turned around and caught her sneaky hands in his “don’t test me right now, cause I can still call this thing off and have you pinned to the mattress or the wall, screaming my fucking name.”

“I bet I will do it one way or another.” She licked her lips, eyes blown with lust, mirroring the same expression he had in his

“Fuck!” Jason hissed and put his lips on hers, kissing her hungrily with lust, want, need, his own hands finding a way towards her waist and hips, playing with the band of her pants, reaching for that red strings she hid from his prying eyes. “I want you, princess.” He pulled her closer to him so she could feel how hard he already was “Now. please. Let’s just tell Grayson to fuck off and have fun by ourselves. I can make you feel good.”

“Ah, ah, ah.” She wriggled out of his embrace making him whine and shook her finger at him “you are not a party pooper, are you, Jaybrird?” she pouted “you won’t deny your good girl a little more fun, will you?”

“Y/N…..” his tone became more of a warning than anything else, clear sign he was closing in on his patience. But before he could say anything else, the knock on the door cut him off. Y/N smiled brightly at Jason and moved to open the door, her boyfriend close behind. Like fuck he was going ot leave her out of his sight tonight.

“Hey Y/N” Dick, who was casually leaning on the frame put on his boy-wonder smile “Jaylad.”

“Hello to you too, Dickie” Y/N reciprocated the smile making Jason roll his eyes “come on in. You are right on time. Jace was getting quite impatient with the waiting.”

“Well, I cannot blame him. I was a bit giddy myself, knowing the treat….” Dick gave Y/N a glance and even if she was only in her plain, everyday clothes he was perfectly capable of imagining the rest.

“Careful with words now, Grayson!” Jay’s arms wrapped around Y/N protectively “remember your place here!”

“I know, I know” Dick raised his hands in surrender. “you are the boyfriend and I’m just a tag along. “

“Is that what he told you?” Y/N frowned

“Was I wrong, princess? Is he more to you? Think about that answer carefully, cause it may change how I will treat you tonight.” Jason whispered into her ear, still standing behind her and yet, looking straight into Dick’s eyes just to prove to his brother who was in charge of Y/N’s good mood this night.

“Mmmm.” Y/N whined a little, squirming against him “I like it when you go rough on me, Jason. I actually have an idea for tonight, but how about we move to the bedroom first?”

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Her idea.

Dammit.

Her idea was pretty much based on the “good cop, bad cop” scenario.

What else, considering the fact that Dick actually used to be a cop and she really did like Jason going hard. Grayson was just supposed to be counterpoise to that.

And they just went for the plan.

How could they not, when she grabbed each of the boys by the hand and swaying her hips and wriggling her ass, lead them both towards the bedroom.

“We need some ground rules here.” Jason voice was stern as he glanced at his brother. “First of all, I am the only one who can make her come. You have no privileges with that, Grayson. Secondly, the second I tell you to move away from her, you listen to me. No objections. And last but not least, that pussy is mine and mine only.”

“Anything more there?” Dick smirked. With such attitude the good cop part was not going to stick to him for long.

“I think I made myself clear.”

“So…..” Dick trailed moving closer to Y/N who already laid on the bed, propped on her elbows, still in her clothes, her gaze jumping from Dick to Jason and back, watching them doing this crazy male-ego show. “You wouldn’t mind if I take those layers of her?” he climbed onto the bed, hovering over the girl, slowly peeling her shirt off.

“FUCK!” in a blink of an eye, Jace was on the other side of the bed, almost pushing Dick from the mattress

“That’s what I thought.” Dick laughed

“You know what?” Y/N sighed, getting quite impatient. “I can do this myself if none of you is capable. Maybe this will make it easier.” She lifted herself up, shoving Dick and Jason away and bowing on her knees. Painfully slowly, showing inch by inch of skin she started to peel her shirt off, caressing her own skin and breast in the process, exposing that damn red lingerie that was going to give Jace a heart attack. “How is that for the prelude?” she moaned, playing with her own, still covered breast. “God, if only someone could take care of me….”

“I ….” Dick started. He was already hypnotized by her every movement.

“Now, boys.” She freed herself from the top completely, smiling tentatively, her hair falling loose around her face “tell me, is it fair that I’m the only one half-undressed?” the question got her two heads shaking for a “no” answer “take your shirts off for me.”

She didn’t have to wait long since both brothers simply tore their polos off, letting her soak in their perfectly toned chests and abs. God, she was going to have them both tonight.

“Y/N…” Jason whined, trying to reach for her, but she pushed him away again.

“Not yet, Jaybird. Not even close. I remember what I promised you, but stay patient for just one moment, can you?”

“What did she promise you?”

“Oh, you’ll see, Dickie. But for now.” she crawled closer to Grayson and put her lips on his, feeling him response immediately. Oh, he was a good kisser. Very skillful as his mouth moved in perfect sync with hers, slowly travelling towards her neck, shoulder and collarbone making her shiver.

“Mmm.” she moaned when he nibbled on her soft spot, her palm landing on Grayson’s chest, clawing on it gently, spurring him on, his excitement visible in his jeans “so good, Dick. So fucking good, I’ll give you that. Guess Kori was right about you. Wonder what else you have in store”

“Let me show you.” he groaned against her skin, trying to push her onto her back and have his way with her, but she pulled back.

“Nah. Patience is the word for you both. I’m gonna have my fun and hopefully some of it will be left for you. But it’s about me, understood?”

They both nodded. Her behavior, the fact that she had them both in her control was doing things to all three of them.

“Great. Now, Jaybrid.” She moved to the other side of the bed “show me what you got.” She grabbed Jason’s hands and put them on her waist, this time kissing him. He was rougher than Dick, going on her faster with more lust and need than his brother. But it was easier for him since he knew all the soft spots Dick had to find by himself “Jason….” she whined, tangling hands in his messy, silky black hair while he squeezed her tighter earning a little gasp.

“Do I make you feel good, baby?” he bit on her shoulder

“Showoff.” She moaned, grabbing onto him.

“Let me take those off.” Jason cooed playing with the button of her jeans, padded thumbs brushing over the soft skin of her belly

“Fuck.” She arched her back to him, her control slowly slipping “just do it.”

“As you wish” if she was going to have her fun, he was not the one to deny it. But it never meant he couldn’t tease her. And when he started removing her pants, slowly, making her lay down on the bed on her back, kissing her thigh, inside knee and calf in the process he knew she was back at his mercy.

“Don’t tease the girl, Jaybird” Dick laughed “she said it herself, she need someone to take care of her.”

“Oh, I am gonna take care of her.” Jason hissed, moving to hover over her body, looking straight into her eyes “not so fierce now, that you are under me, huh, princess?”

‘That can be easily changed.” She smirked, wrapping legs around Jason’s waist and swiftly changing the positions so now she was straddling him.

“Hm.” Jason smirked “I’m not gonna complain about that.”

“What about me?” Dick objected

“You can fuck off, Grayson.” Those reckless words made Y/N leave Jason’s lap and once again move to Dick.

“You will have the first round with me, Dick. It’s only fair before Jason stretch me out.”

“WHAT NOW?!” Jason yelled trying to grab her and pull her back to him, but Dick was already holding her against him, rubbing her sides igniting fire in her

“What makes you think I won’t be the one to stretch you out, sunshine?”

“How about we check?” she smirked, palming on his erection “oh, you are not lying, you are big. He’s big, Jason “ she threw a teasing glance at her boyfriend who was red due to the mix of fury and lust “Care to share with the group, Mr. Grayson?”

“You know me, I hate to brag, but since you asked to nicely….” The second she moved from him, Dick managed to free himself from the pants and boxers, showing all his glory, ready for action, already covered with pre-cum.

“Hmmmm.” Y/n wriggled on the bed invitingly “all that for me? Oh, Dick, you really shouldn’t have. Come to me for a treat my sweet boy.”

“But…” Jason objected again even though no one was listening as Dick crawled over Y/N pressing all his body against her. She was still in that damn lingerie, but the thin material was doing nothing to prevent her from feeling all of Dick’s body as he grinded into her, turning her into a wet pool of lust.

“How about we get rid of that.” Dick played with the sting of her underwear, still waiting for her permission

“Oh, yes, right.” She realized and pushed him away. It was truly amazing how much self-control she had. “Jace.” The girl motioned for the other boy to come closer “I always keep my promises.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, finally.” At this point, Todd was simply burning alive. He needed to feel her skin, her body against his. It was his right. And this time he was not going to go slow. He wanted all of her now. The fuck he was going to let Grayson go first. Besides, Dick (pun intended) wasn’t big at all. Not even close to him and maybe Y/N needed a little reminder of that. As Jason started to untie all those strings and straps of her underwear in the corner of an eye he noticed his brother jerking off. Pathetic. Famous Dick Grayson could not hold his own arousal. But then again, who would be able to do that with naked Y/N around? Shit, she was so hot

Jason put the straps of her bra down kissing her shoulders and moving lower towards her breast, sucking on each nipple making her moan and writhe against him, her arms wrapping around his back, pulling him closer, her legs slightly opening, making more place for him..

“not so fast, princess.” He bit on her breast and immediately soothed the mark with his tongue.

“Jay, please…” she whimpered

“But you wanted Dick to go first.” Jason pouted moving to kiss her belly and started to untie her red panties “Didn’t you love?”

“Mmmmm.” She gasped when her underwear were gone, her pussy exposed to the air, and when Jason moved away, back to his teasing mood “please….”

“Aren’t you a little moaning mess. And for who? For me, aren’t you? You beg for me. Only for me. Not him.” Honestly he was trying to do some self-assurance more than teasing her. But he needed to hear her say it. “what do you want, princess? Who do you want first.” His fingers found a way to her clit and started circling it gently, adding to the flame inside her

“Ah!” she squirmed “I….. I…..”

“Tell me princess.”

“I… I want you…. you both.”

Oh? That was a little surprising. Who would have thought that she could be so dirty, needing not one but two men to satisfy her. That was so fucking hot.

“I don’t think that is how it’s going to work, love.” Jason chuckled ‘choose.”

“I….please….” she almost cried, unable to form a sentence, her mind overwhelmed by the lust, craving the release “please….” A few tears flew down her cheeks and Jason wiped them off, kissing her lips, slowly, gently, reassuringly.

“I got you love. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. Actually, I will let Dickhead go first, cause he only got this one chance before I give you hundred more orgasm.” He moved back making room for his brother and causing Y/N’s body to tremble. “I meant what I said, Grayson. Her pussy is mine. And you don’t get to see her face when she comes. All you get is doggy style.”

“how about we ask Y/N what she needs.”

“Fuck! Just give me whatever!” she cried out. “If you want to keep talking it’s fine by me, but I will kick you out of my room and finish on my own!”

“fine!” dick relented “doggy style.”

“I want to see her face” Jason instructed moving to sit on the nearby chair, unzipping his own pants. This time Dick did not say a word grabbing Y/N by the waist and moving her onto all four, so she could face Jason. Spreading her legs a bit, he moved behind her.

“Hey! Aren’t you forgetting something!?” Jason shrieked

“What?”

“You are not going raw with my girl!” Todd threw a pack of condoms towards his brother.

“Medium size?” Dick hissed but then smirked “are those yours?”

“Very funny, Dickhead. Unlike you, I came prepared. I bought them especially for you. While covering my face obviously. Just wanted to avoid humiliation.”

“Hm, really. Guess it didn’t quite work out.” Dick laughed, putting the rubber band on and focusing back on Y/N with her ass in the air, whining but waiting patiently “Y/N.” he whispered “Are you….?”

“Fuck! Just do it, Dick. I need you!”

“Shit!” He pushed in, stretching her and filling fully, bottoming instantly due to how wet she was. They both groaned in unison and it made Jason flinch but he did not say a word, quite literally biting on his tongue. Todd tried to stay focus on his girlfriend face, twisting with pleasure and not on the fact that is was Grayson who was giving her that. “You good, Y/N?”

“Good. Just move, Dick, move.” She wriggled her ass and it was all Dick needed to start thrusting into her.

“Shit, you feel so good, Y/n. So good. Now I know why Jason was reluctant to share. Shit, you are a dream.”

“Mhmmmm.” She whined meeting the pace of his thrust “Fuck, Dick…” the way she was gasping his name only spur him on. “more…. God, more…. “

“I’ll give you everything you want, Y/N” he moaned, grabbing her waist and pulling her back flush to his chest, his pace not slowing for even a second, her whines getting stronger. “Everything” her hand found his head and tangled in his hair while he added to all the stimuli by kissing her neck and grabbing her breast squeezing them, twisting the nipples.

“Fuck! Oh, fuck! Yes, yes! Dick, damn it yes! So… so close!”

“Come for me, y/n. I got you.” he barely hold himself back from adding “come for me in front of your boyfriend” but it was not needed since her orgasm washed over her with the force of hurricane, her body going completely numb in his arms. She was pretty much a jello.

“Dick…” she gasped, holding onto his biceps

‘How was that?”

“God, I…. wow. Let me just say I’m really glad you came.”

“Anytime for you sweetness.” He kissed her forehead

“Are you two done?” Jason hissed from the side. Only then Dick and Y/N remembered that he was actually still there. His tone might have suggested otherwise, but he really did enjoy the show as well. And there were clear signs of that, all over his hands and abs.

“Jason…” Y/N whispered, her sensitive body suddenly remembering how good he was making her feel. “Make me feel good.”

“Do you even realize how hot you are?” he asked taking Dick’s place “your face when you come. Fuck. I love you” he pushed her onto her back, capturing her lips in his. ‘You’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” She mumbled, spreading her legs open, making space for him “Jason. Jason. Jason.” his name was like a prayer in her lips, sounding so good said in that breathy moan. “I want to feel you.”

“Only me?” he smirked, tracing patterns on her inside thigh. So close and yet so far from her center.

“Yes, Jason, only you.”

“We’re never gonna do this again, are we? The fucking threesome?” he asked, pressing his body closer to hers, moving lightly to give her foretaste of what was coming.

“No!’ she agreed way to fast, but who cared. “Never! I swear! Please! Jason, baby, please, please, please…”

“How can I ever refuse you?” he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear gently and spread her folds in that delicious stretch. No one said he wasn’t going to go raw. She just felt to good around him to get separated by anything. And she was on pill eitherway. “God, you are still so tight. Guess someone was smaller than he was bragging to be.”

“Jason!” Y/N cried out and his attention was immediately back to her as he grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his hips pushing deeper, harder, faster. Now she was making those sweet sounds only for him. Only he could make her come so fast, so hard, so intensely. Only he knew how to please her, how to get her high.

“Baby.” He groaned “tell me how this feels.” He needed her to say it. To assure him he was doing good, perfect, better than anyone (even though said anyone was sitting nearby, watching the scene with pain on his face and his dick in his hands).

“Ah… don’t stop Jace! Don’t stop. Make me come! Fuck, I missed you.” she was obviously referring to her first orgasm which Dick got from her. Apparently her subconscious wanted it to be given by Jason and not his brother. “You’re doing so good, baby. So good!” she tightened her legs around him allowing him to hit her g-spot with every thrust.

“Together?” he asked intertwining their fingers, snapping his hips more and more, only to please her, feeling both hers and his orgasm coming. They were just perfectly synchronized.

“YES! Yes, Jason. Yes! Yes! Oh, god, fuck yes!” her walls fluttered around him as another wave of pleasure, this time stronger than before hit her making her vision blurry, her whole face screaming with pleasure as she screamed his name. His fucking name as he made her ride the high, prolonging the sweet release, not ready to let her go just yet. Not wanting to let go of her.

“God, Y/N.” he mumbled once she came down and he himself emptied his balls into her, but still not pulling back “I want to stay like this forever. With you. Just us” he leaned down to kiss her lovingly, without any urgency.

“Then stay.” She smiled lightly, caressing his chest and his autopsy scar “I want you to stay with me. I want to stay with you.”

“Let me just clean you up, first, baby. And then we’ll cuddle. I swear I’m letting you go before that.”

“I’d like that.”

“You heard the girl, Grayson.” Jason grabbed Dick’s pants blindly and threw them his brother’s direction “you had your fun now get the fuck out!”

“well, that really was fun.” Dick slowly started to put his clothes on ‘I’m sure you won’t forget how I felt Y/N, cause sure as hell am I not forgetting your taste.”

“I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT!”

“See you around, sunshine.” Dick grinned and letting his instincts take the best of him almost jumped out the window “Oh, yeah, right. Too soon” he laughed quickly realizing he was in civil, not the vigilante version of himself. When he finally left Jason grinned and turned towards his girlfriend, hugging her tightly.

“Why are you grinning like crazy?”

“Have you seen his face when I made you come?”

“Um, no? Believe me, that was the last thing on my mind at that moment. In fact, I am offended that it was on yours….”

“God, he was just so fucking jealous!” Jason was glowing “Thank you, babe” he pecked her lips “you were right. It was like killing two bird with one stone!”

“You are just unbelievable” Y/N shook head at her boyfriend stupidity

“But still, we are not doing this again, are we?”

“If you keep acting like a kid who just won a prize at fair….”

“Are you threatening me now, princess?”

“Just reminding you that a treasure like me have to be cherished.”

“Oh, I know that” he smirked and pushed her onto her back.

Were they supposed to get cleaned and cuddle? Yes. Sure. But with Grayson out of the picture and Y/N still in his arms, who was going to stop Jason Todd from devouring his girl again?

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audhd-nightwing · 1 month

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au where selina adopts dick instead of bruce

- selina goes with bruce to the circus as a date

- when the Graysons fall, she knows bruce is reliving what happened to his parents

- she kisses bruce on the cheek and stealthily makes her way through the crowd to the youngest Grayson

- selina has always had motherly instincts, it’s why she has so many cats. she’s known for taking in strays, so what’s one more?

- she pulls dick into a hug and he melts into her, he just needs someone to hold him right now

- selina reminds dick of his mother- the same warm brown skin, the same tight embrace, both kissing the top of his head and whispering reassurances with a slightly accented voice

- she whisks him away from the police (she doesn’t trust them in general, let alone with a newly orphaned child) and lets bruce deal with the consequences. dick sits on her couch with a cat in his lap as selina introduces herself and explains everything to him

- dick is just glad he doesn’t have to go with the cops or social services (he knows not to trust them), and his gut is telling him he can trust selina. after all, animals are a great judge of character and all of the cats seem to love her

- bruce is aware selina took dick in, but considering how quickly the police give up looking for the boy, bruce doesn’t mind her essentially kidnapping him

(selina eventually becomes a foster parent and legally fosters dick, but it’s years later and the police/legal system don’t care enough to worry about a previously missing persons suddenly appearing as a foster kid. gotta love Gotham)

- dick is still young and angry and wants revenge on tony zucco. selina is honest about her identity as Catwoman, and he asks her to help him get back at the man who killed his parents

- together, they steal his most prized possessions, bankrupt him, and overall ruin his life, and then they hand him over to the cops with evidence of his crimes duct-taped to him

- dick is a natural at stealth, thanks to his acrobatic abilities, and he begs selina to train him. he wants to be like robin hood, stealing from the rich and giving to the poor, and who is selina to deny him that?

- selina will still steal jewels from museums and such for herself, but she does that solo. together, the two of them go after corrupt rich people and steal their money, distributing it to the poor

- dick teaches himself how to hack and is able to access bank accounts, making it much easier to steal large amounts of money. selina is extremely proud of him

- selina makes dick his own suit and he goes by Stray. he is typically the one to give out money to people on the streets, and he’s eventually known by most of Gotham. bruce carefully ignores this happening, because he recognizes that Stray is helping the people of Gotham in a way Batman can’t

- bruce still finds and adopts jason, but his costume and name are obviously not Robin. probably Batboy. anyway, dick hears about Batman’s new sidekick and immediately thinks “friend? potential friend?” so he follows them around and befriends jason

- jason knows about Stray, and has a slight hero worship of him ‘cuz he’s like robin hood!’ which dick (and selina) find adorable

(dick is about 10 when his parents die, 12 when he becomes Stray officially, and 16 when jason (13) becomes Batboy)

- tim, when he finds out about dick being fostered by selina kyle after being declared missing for years, of course goes to confront them. dick was (still is) his childhood hero, and he was so worried when the older boy was declared missing

- at least until he recognized dick as Stray, but he couldn’t exactly confront him then

- anyway so tim shows up at selina’s apartment and demands to see dick. selina is like “you are tiny, come inside” and calls for dick. it takes dick a moment but he recognizes tim and hugs him. tim clings to him and dick just accepts it

- tim gives him the photo they took together and some others he found in the newspaper of dick and his parents. dick cries and thanks him

- they get to talking and dick & selina are like “how did you get here? where are your parents?” and tim is just like “oh they’re in egypt. i rode my bike here :)”

- this of course leads to dick and selina stealing tim and leaving bruce to deal with the consequences once again

- it’s easily resolved, selina becomes tim’s emergency contact and they talk to his parents; whenever janet and jack are away, tim will stay at selina’s. blackmail might be involved but a deal’s a deal

(dick is officially fostered by selina right after jason is adopted by bruce, and about 6 months after that tim (10) confronts selina and reunites with dick)

~ time skip ~

- dick goes to Gotham University and lives on campus but stays with selina every weekend. his major is undecided and he eventually drops out to start paramedic training

- when bruce doesn’t believe jason (15) about Garzonas, he runs away to selina’s where dick (18) and tim (12) comfort him. he tells them about sheila haywood and they research her, but jason ends up deciding not to go after her

- selina has a Talk with bruce and he apologizes to jason, inviting him back as Batboy. jason agrees but visits selina’s apartment far more often. he is Batboy for a few more years before offering the mantle to tim and going off to college

- tim respectfully declines being Batboy, and since jason never dies and bruce never goes off the deep end, it isn’t necessary for him to take on that role

- babs is still Batgirl and then Oracle, and tim decides to train under her with computer stuff instead of going out in a mask. tim helps both Batman and Stray when they need it

(babs becomes Batgirl around the time dick becomes Stray, and becomes Oracle a year into jason’s run as Batboy. she views jason as a little brother, and has a sort of Batman/Catwoman relationship with Stray (aka dick flirts with her as Batgirl and she pretends to hate it. they don’t actually date but end up becoming good friends) dick goes after the joker when babs gets paralyzed and breaks both of his legs. he is Oracle’s #1 fan and is super happy when tim decides to train under her)

(babs is about 2 years older than dick, and balanced being a college student/graduate with being a vigilante. she’s a total badass and works more with the Birds of Prey than Batman, but always has time for dick jason and tim)

- babs becomes a lawyer. dick becomes a paramedic and gives Stray to tim, instead becoming Nightwing- a medic vigilante. tim takes on the mantle of Stray and does the robin hood gig. jason leaves the vigilante life behind and goes to college, majoring in english and minoring in education (he wants to become an english teacher and give Gotham kids good educations)

~ the end ~

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dxckgrxsonx · 1 year

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i just had the softest thought about brat tamer!jason but honestly works for dick too because they’re both comfort boys

but just either ignoring mc when she’s up to her usual antics for attention. they’re focused on a task, otherwise unbothered to sneaky kisses and wandering hands. mc is pleading with them, trying to entice them to play even after they said they were busy. she’s coaxing him with all the strings ‘pay attention to me’ ‘ hold me’ ‘give me kisses’ i just imagine mc laying over their back, arms wrapped around their neck with her face tucked under their chin whining ‘please love me’

and jason/dick regardless of what they’re doing or how invested they are, even if they told them to stop and were giving them the cold shoulder. their jaw would momentarily unclench, muscles loosening from the tension to mutter ‘i do love you’. bc even when mc is being on her worst behavior and in line for punishment, they never deny that fact. it’s said in a matter of fact tone, assuring any underlining worries while still controlling the situation 🥹💕

🥺🥺🥺 oh my heart.

The gentle reassurance whilst still being in control. I’m tearing up. I adore the softness, the patience, the ‘yes you’re in line for punishment but I recognise that all you really want is my attention, my affection.’

Just generally misbehaving, laying over their back, shuffling the case reports in their hands, whining and pouting in their ear about being ‘unloved’ and ‘forever alone’ until they turn their head to give you that little bit of attention only to still tell you no, that you need to be patient, but they love you all the same and will shower you with affection when they’re done.

But also the part where they relax, un-clench their jaw because even when you’re being bratty and persistent they can’t ever deny that your touch brings comfort.

Im soft 🥺🥺

#head empty only soft thoughts #sometimes being bratty isn’t about punishment #it’s about a request for reassurance and attention #I’m also now thinking of softdom!jason #anon please know that I love you for this #jason todd x reader #asks #answered #anonymous #💕💕

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mxngldmxdnsss · 2 years

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Listen listen

Ima need some dating Jason carver headcanons put them in the bag/j

dating headcanons - jason carver

he’d be a super sweet boyfriend IDC!!

cw! some sexual content

sexual content ahead : proceed with caution!

How you two started dating is a memory lost to time. Like seriously you woke up went to school and remembered that Jason Carver is your boyfriend of uh a very long time *thumbs up*

No, seriously you were both drunk when Jason told you he liked you and you just ran with it. When you two sobered up he tried to act like it was the alcohol talking but ended up confessing that yes, he’s in love with you. Especially if you’re apart of Hellfire, he’d accuse you of pulling some witchcraft or some shit but he learns to live with it, witchcraft or not.

You have to go to every single one of his stupid games, seriously or he’ll cry, like his face gets all red, moco running down his face, bubbling and shit while he begs you. That or just gets upset and turns away from you in the car or wherever you are until you say yes.

You HAVE to congratulate him if they win and if they lose you gotta pretend like it didn’t happen, he’d be a big baby about it let’s be real.

Would definitely be into that corny shit, like he ‘yawns’ and wraps an arm around you and then giggles to himself about how sly he is.

Cannot whisper.. or hear, like you can’t try tell him a secret without him gasping and being like “What!!”

Chismoso. You have to tell him whatever rumors or gossip you’ve heard about, he’s into that shit.

Asks for whatever food you won’t eat like “Are you gonna eat that.. if not I will.” But denies when you ask if he just wants a second tray of food. He needs it for his energy.

Flexes in the mirror but not like obnoxiously just like, sorta checking himself out. You’ve caught him a couple of times.

It took you guys like five months into the relationship to kiss..

Jason would not have sex unless he knows y’all are gonna be forever or gonna get married at some point.

Covers his eyes anytime he sees you naked without any sexual meaning, it’s cute, but you have to tell him that it’s okay if he looks at you.

Gets embarrassed when his friends make jokes about you two, you don’t mind most of the time, in fact they make you laugh, especially when Jason’s face gets all red and he tells them it’s not funny.

Would not have sex with you in his car, he’s afraid of damaging the seats or something, he also won’t let you see his dick when he’s soft but you don’t really mention either of those things often.

#stranger things season 4 #stranger things season 4 volume 2 #jason carver #jason carver x reader

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takaraphoenix · 1 year

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I have suuuch conflicting feelings about this.

I mean, I can’t tell if he is just denying it right now because he feels unworthy, because he feels like a failure - for not having saved Conner or Bart, for not succeeding in cloning Conner (which is a whole different conversation to be had). Because I could see that.

Or if he really means it and he truly never wants to take on the Batman mantle. And I’m sure there’s panels from comics that could feed... both sides, actually. Like, I have literally read comics where he is actively being Batman.

Which brings me to the conflicting feelings.

I know that the Future State potential future makes Jace Fox Batman. Haven’t gotten around to reading his comics yet, have only met the character in the Future State: Justice League so I don’t have much investment here as of yet.

I’m a firm Terry Truther. Batman Beyond should be the future, even if altered. I don’t know if it is still considered a potential future for the main timeline right now - I know it was in New 52 and Rebirth, but they recently rebooted Beyond (;-; I hate it here), so all bets are off on that front.

Still, it has always been kind of an unspoken question. Which of the Bat Kids would or could step up to become Batman.

Batwoman aside - still torn about Steph or Cass or both (though I think it would be nice to have Steph be Batwoman and Cass take on her mantle as Black Bat but recontextualize it in a more positive and Bat Fam related manner) - there’s enough boys to go around for the mantle of Batman.

Not Dick. Definitely not Dick. He already did his time as Batman. I love him, that’s why I don’t want him to carry that burden, honestly. I’d prefer him, in a future, to oversee the Titans, which probably would span a much bigger organization in a Beyond future.

Also not Jason. I don’t really think that one needs explaining. There’s no way he’d pick it up.

And Damian... honestly @blairwaldcrf really got me hooked on the idea of Dami becoming Nightwing in the future. Which would definitely beat his role as Ra’s al Ghul in Beyond.

But Tim. I honestly think he makes a great Batman. Because Batman, sure, sure, master fighter yadda yadda yadda, but that’s not what makes Batman. Everybody’s a great fighter, you kinda need that to be a superhero. It’s baseline requirement. What makes Batman are his detective skills. His mind. And I do think that out of everyone, Tim Drake is the most cut-out to follow into those footsteps.

(Would like the trio of Cass, Steph and Tim working together, because it’d be a good balance. Cass has everyone beat on fighting skills. But I think that Steph is actually needed to ground them.)

And I have seen first hand in Beyond that Tim makes a great Batman.

#Tim Drake #Batman #DC Comics

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 11 months

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Adoption Runs in the Family

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/JEWRYvc

by Kizzer55555

After blowing up the ghost portal, Danny is on the run from both Vlad and his parents. He kept going until he ended up in a strange city called Gotham. There, a friendly ghost couple took him in. Now recovering from having his entire life changed, Danny just wants to live a normal life, spend time with his new parents, go to school (which his new parents forced him to do) and occasionally spy on the ghost couple’s living son and his adopted kids. Danny was told not to interact with them directly though. Which is fine! What could he possibly do to get their attention? He can’t be the only blue-eyed black haired kid in the city right? And of course he will deny any connection if asked. Now if only Damian would stop staring at him in school.

Words: 3580, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Danny Fenton, Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Duke Thomas, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Barbara Gordon, Alfred Pennyworth, Jazz Fenton, Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Maddie Fenton, Jack Fenton, Thomas Wayne, Martha Wayne, Vlad Masters

Relationships: Danny Fenton & Damian Wayne, Danny Fenton & Thomas Wayne, Danny Fenton & Martha Wayne

Additional Tags: Panic Attacks, Blob Ghosts (Danny Phantom), Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Hurt Danny Fenton, Protective Danny Fenton, Danny Fenton is a Little Shit, Danielle "Dani" Phantom is a Little Shit

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/JEWRYvc

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

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stoptellinglieslois · 9 months

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Principal of pleasure Prelude

Hello everyone this is my first fic the pairing is Superman x Nightwing. They fall in love and have an affair keeping it a secret from their families and loved ones. The story takes place during Christmas time The confession turns into something more and snowballs into a slow affair.

Clark

As I drive my hand squeeze the steering wheel it’s been months since I’ve seen Dick. I haven’t been honest with myself for years about him I kept brushing my feelings aside to keep denying myself of what I truly wanted.

Lois Jon and I are going to the Wayne manor for Christmas Bruce invited us at first I thought wow this is great.

But I as I’m thinking in the car with Lois how is talking the phone and Jon dosing off I’m not sure this is a good Idea.

I never said anything to him or let on I had any feelings for him.

Bottled up inside of me festering I married Lois it felt right at the time it was what we both wanted.

But Dick was all ways on the back of my mind every step I took in every journey did I persuaded him taking the name Nightwing telling him stories of Krypton, My heart thunder when he agreed and took on the name.

As we got closer to Gotham the icy road snow falling I could hear his heart beat faster like he is anticipating something.

We drove into the city now as we got closer to the manor it was after seven pm on December twenty-fourth I wonder what would await me. I shouldn’t be thinking these thoughts with my family in the car it’s so hard to think as I’m getting closer to manor it was getting more and more taxing I can’t breath in this box I put myself in all these years.

We drove up to the driveway of Bruce place I opened the door it was ice cold No humans with no clothes on would ever be able to resist this type of brisk cold.

We walked up the snowy steps Jon rang the doorbell bouncing on the ball of his feet wanting to see Damian.

The three of us waited for only a few minutes Lois was still on the phone with her sister.

Alfred opened the door to let us in as we walked in the place smelled like rich burning wood and pine perfuming the air.

He took our coats and hats and I scanned the room and walked towards the living room, My mind was telling me why are you walking off so quickly who are you looking for your family is right here you don’t need to wonder off like your being summon by a forbidden angel.

That’s what my mind was telling me but I could hear his heart beating hard faster it’s like he knew I was coming I have know idea we’re that thought came from.

I hesitated by the door a bit the heavy old wood doors as Lois hustled me in she pushed the heavy doors opened it and Chaos of bickering and loud voice talking over each other.

And that’s when Dick and me locked eye contact neither wanted to break the gaze I didn’t want to his eyes are like the blue sky on a sunny day.

I knew I was staring I couldn’t help it he was so... like a spell was put on me or a curse I could never shake off.

It took Jason to pull me out of my trance he said something to me. “I’am sorry.” I replied.

“Do you want something to drink you look like you need one.” I stared at him and blinked. “Oh yes I would like a drink.” He smiled there was something about his smile a bit wicked like he was going to pull something.

While he went off to get my drink my eyes wonder where Dick was his arm around Barbra shoulder and rubbing it.

A ping in my chest I ignored it for now Jason came back with my drink he had a drink as well he handed it without a second thought I took a big gulp of the eggnog lace heavily with whiskey.

It was strong and it went down smoothly I wasn’t expecting the whiskey I don’t want to drink but as I watch Dick with Barbra in his arm I didn’t protest Jason by giving me the drink.

Jason looks at me and says. “He got engaged last week.” I turned to look at him we we’re far away from the others. “Oh that’s great I’m glad for them.” I said my voice sounded rough and drank down the rest of the eggnog. “ Can I get you another one.” Jason is studying my face intently.

“Yes please Jason another one please and thank you.” I breathed and closed my eyes disappointment and sadness came and rested on my soul as I stared at them unhappily.

As the evening went on and I wasn’t sure but I think this was my third cup of eggnog.

Supper came around we all sat at the dinner table I sat in front of Dick and Barbra Lois sat beside me and Jason sat on the other side of me.

Tim was talking about how great it was his new trip to England he was going after the holiday’s I wasn’t listening much I was to distracted with Dick and the revelation that was just told to me not to long ago.

“So Uncle Clark how’s the daily planet I heard Lex dropped by not to long ago what did he want.” I was taking aback with Tim asking anything I was not feeling myself the eggnog was hitting hard.

“Lex came to the planet and tried to get Superman to convince Metropolis to vote for him for the mayor position thinking he could get me to interview him to be televised. I took a leave absence and he found someone else to interview him.” My face flush I picked up a glass of red wine and took a long swig.

“Clark I have never seen you drink before like this.” I blush because Dick eyes fell on mine I shifted in my seat the spot light was on me I didn’t want that at all tonight.

“It was my fault I thought he could use one.” Jason came and interjected as if nothing was wrong with what he was doing.

“It’s the holidays.”

“Yes but he do’s not drink like this.” Jason shrugged his shoulder.

“Yeah let it go.” I pipe in and said looking around Dick still watching me expression was silent and reserved he is usually always so chatty.

“Fine Clark I was just asking.” Bruce resolved and he didn’t push it as I thought he would prob more.

Good I thought and ate peas and steamed baby corn. “I just need to take this.” Lois said as she walked out of the room cellphone in hand.

Jon and Damian finished their Dinner long ago and took off somewhere in the mansion.

So it was just us now sitting as we bantering throughout supper picking at each other when Tim says something about Dick engagement.

“Dick is getting engaged.”

“No no no why are you talking dweeb are you getting married ”Jason said throwing a pea at Tim. “No.” Tim answered his feathers are ruffled.

“Then shut up.”

“What ? I was just saying that it was great to have Dic..” Jason cut him off.

“You nerd stop being a nerd it’s not you ok shut it down or else.”

“You weasel I’m not getting why would you block me from celebrating my own brother’s engagement this is good news your just jealous.” I shot up wobbly and raised a tossed red wine spilling from my glass. “Easy big guy.” Jason said as he got up and tried to steady me.

“On Dick life journey and hoping he could find true happiness and joy in his life with Barbra.” Dick got up. “Clark I think your drunk gets some water in you here let me pour a glass.” For the first time since I got here he said something to me we never even said hello when I arrive and that was odd all on it’s on.

“I don’t want water Dick I’m toasting why would you stop me from doing that.” I said a little bit upset but I didn’t know why.

“Clark maybe we could just take you to the rest room and sober you up just a little.” Dick said he extended his hand to me everyone sat there watching in silence.

“I’am coming with you we need two people to help him.” They took either side of me and we left the dining room.

I stumbled as we three walked up the long steps of the manor.

We reached a massive bathroom and there was running water coming out of the faucet. “Splash some on your face please Clark.” Dick says his hand resting on my shoulder rubbing it I felt every digit of his finger massaging me.

I did what I was told letting the water spray my face.

“Why did you give him liquor Jason.”

“I gave it to him because he needed it. I could tell he wanted something hell I would have wanted something.”

“Why.”

“You ask him Dick not me I’ve watch you and him for years and years interacting with each other.” Jason was mad but not at me and not even at Dick.

“What are you saying Jason.” Dick said I was still tipsy holding on to Dick to balance myself.

“You can’t marry her Dick not what I’m seeing with my own eyes it would be a disaster.” Jason said it was nice to be looking out for his big brother.

“Just say it.” I said butting in the conversation that was clearly about me.

“You have feelings for each other and you are making a mistake in marrying the wrong person.” We went silent as Jason confess what was inside of me for years.

“God Jason.” I said loud enough that everyone could hear.

“Be quiet.” Dick put his hand over my mouth I crave this attention I needed no want his touch.

Jason's hand was on the knob before opening the door and leaving he stated. “Don’t stay here to long I don’t want anyone wondering around here looking for you both I don’t want you to end up like me and Roy.” He said not leaving just yet.

“I will leave here whatever happens when I close the door is your choice, You chose to do what you want to do with what I just said.” Jason left me and Dick alone.

We stared at each other this was not how I wanted the trip to Gotham to go down at all I did not want my feelings to come out at all for Dick. I was to live with this for the rest of my life like this not showing him any sign of anything I would stay like this fighting my emotion all the time and pretend that I wasn’t in love with him, And let it eat me alive thinking about him wondering what it would feel like to be with him.

“You are with Lois and you have Jon.” Dick rubbed his face I didn’t see his usual smile like he all ways had this time I knew tonight was that kind of night of no return, A line was cross and I didn’t know who step out of the line I think Jason pushed us there.

“Yes I do you have Barbra and you want to marry her don’t you.” Dick stared at me and I could see him think about my question. “Dick you want her right.” He looked at me and nodded his head robotically like he knew he wasn’t sure about his choice that he made.

“That do’s not sound like you are sure Dick.” I said a knock at the door stopped me from saying anything further.

“Clark they said you are drunk in there what’s gotten into you open this door.” The door opened I sober up quickly when she came in.

“I’m fine Lois Dick was just helping me I was really not feeling swell I need a drink of water I’ll be fine Lois.” Dick made an exit as I watched him leave he didn’t close the door.

“Are you sure you're all right,” She said looking at me with a bit of air of exasperate she didn’t want to deal with a drunken Superman ruining the holidays.

“I’m fine I told you let’s just go back and join the others.” We left the luxurious bathroom and went to join the others I kept my distance that night not telling him a thing about what just transpired earlier, I even avoided a conversation with Barbra and just stayed silent letting what just happened wash over me.

The next day everyone opened their present we all ate breakfast and went to the massive yard and threw snowballs at each other and building snowmen. we all stayed out enjoying a day off from god knows what.

I see Dick edging closer to me little by little till he was by my side. “Merry Christmas Clark.” I didn’t say anything to him we stayed in silent just watching the seen around us Jon and Damian building a fort now and Jason chasing Tim torturing him and stuffing snow inside his coat.

“Merry Christmas Dick.” I inched closer to Dick Lois was inside she wanted no part in the outdoor activity.

“You have my cell number text me or call we can’t talk here to many ears it’s not safe for the both of us.” Dick said talking low and not trying to make too many movements not to draw any attention towards us.

“What are you saying Dick.” I said not letting my voice out either Bruce wasn’t around he was inside good I didn’t want him out here either.

“I’am saying I want to go out for a cup of coffee or dinner with you I’am saying we need to talk privately.” Dick was serious and so was I. We both did not in any way shape or form should ever be trying to make some sort of date.

We are both unavailable so I thought but that’s not how I feel I should feel ashamed but I wasn’t. “Ok then when.” I said to him.

“When ?”

“Yes when can we meet.”

“I didn’t think this through Clark I just thought about this right now.” Dick was nervous rubbing his hands together. “How about new years eve.” He said his black hair fell to his shoulders snow falling on it I wanted to touch it and dust it off it was an urge I needed to squash quickly.

“I’ll text you all the information then we go and meet up and ugh..” Dick got hit with a snowball at the back of the head.

Tim laughed and stuck out his tongue at us that moment we had was broken because of Tim and his foolishness.

As Dick looked at me and marched over to Tim picked up snow and smashed it on his face.

I took a shower and wondered what to do next as I was trapped in the manor knowing what I understood that Dick about I but what would become of it really we both do this but where would it lead us.

I knew it would lead us somewhere but it was a dark and rocky road it would not go well for the both of us we would be.. “Clark lunch is ready.” Lois exclaimed.

I didn’t know what to do here but go forward. “Coming Lois.” I cut the shower head and got out and wrapped a towel around my waist and walked out Lois already left for lunch I sat on the bed my cell on the night stand.

I grabbed it no I shouldn’t do this right now not when everyone having lunch. I knew if I did this it would mean I would kick start everything.

Then that’s when I decided to say yes to all of it I text him a simple hi and I put the cell down drying myself off and my cell buzzed.

I hesitated and picked up my cell with a smiley face and a hi he sent me and texting me that they are having lunch and wondering where I was.

I told Dick I got out of the shower and would be joining them soon.

I could tell he was texting and erasing it he was thinking what to say next Dick did this a few times and then he wrote back. {Don’t say that.}

{What} I said.

{I’m having bad Images of you their all not.. Clark hurry up and get down here I don’t want people to know I’m texting right now.} Dick texted me I breathed god I knew where this would take us I needed to feel good I wanted to feel that I haven’t felt like that in a forever it was wrong what I just confessed to myself and throw everything down the drain for Dick.

{I’m coming Dick.}

End of prelude.

Thank you for reading !

Next chapter will be chapter 1

#Nightwing x Superman parings #superman #nightwing #Fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic readers #fanfic smut #richard grayson #Clark x Dick #clark kent #principal of pleasure #comics

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 3 years

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Heeey! Can I request for the Father of Mine universe? Something along the lines of hickeys, maybe smeared lipstick all over their faces at an event, family dinner or something like that?

“Just skip it and stay here with me,” Jason offered as he leaned against the bathroom frame, shirtless and with his arms crossed.

He had been watching Y/N get ready for at least 15 minutes.

She was currently putting on blood red lipstick that went perfectly with her black winged eyeliner.

Jason wasn’t a big lipstick guy – mostly because it prevented him from kissing his girlfriend the way he wanted to. But he couldn’t deny that it looked incredibly sexy.

“I can’t. I promised Bruce,” Y/N explained as she looked at him through the mirror.

“There will always be other charity events,” he answered with a roll of his eyes.

But he’d had enough of keeping his distance and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He started peppering kisses on her shoulders since her dress was leaving the skin completely exposed and he just couldn’t help himself.

“You know,” she began, “you could always come with me.”

Jason stopped his kissing.

“Guess that’s a no?” Y/N sighed with a shy grin.

But she didn’t really care.

Y/N understood that Jason hated these events. To be honest, she might hate them just as much. But Bruce kept asking her and she tried to go when she could. Sometimes she needed breaks and her father understood that.

Jason ignored her question and his hands started roaming heatedly across her body.

“Don’t even think about it,” Y/N warned, immediately pushing him away.

“What? I didn’t do anything,” Jason laughed innocently.

“Not yet,” she spun around and pointed at him. “But you were going to!”

“And is that so bad?” He asked with a crooked smirk.

“It is when I’m running late. And the reason I’m late is because you couldn’t keep your hands off of me an hour ago.”

Jason tilted his head and narrowed his eyes playfully. “I didn’t exactly hear any complaints…”

Y/N couldn’t stop herself from laughing and shook her head.

No, there had definitely been absolutely no complaints from her.

“I won’t be there long,” Y/N promised.

Then she brushed past him and walked into the giant walk-in closet.

Barely even glancing at all the shoes, she grabbed a pair that matched her dress.

“Can we order pizza or something when I get back? I’ll be starving.” Y/N asked mindlessly as she slipped the shoes on, using the wall to balance herself.

Jason didn’t even realize he was staring.

But how could he not?

The dress was simple. Just a little black dress. It was a charity event after all. But it fit Y/N like a glove, hugging her in all the right places.

Her heels were at least 4 inches, putting her eye level with Jason – if not a tiny bit taller. She would be above the majority of men at the event, except for probably a small handful.

“What?” Y/N asked self consciously. “Too tall?”

“No such fucking thing,” Jason quickly answered.

Y/N usually wasn’t self conscious about her height. She kind of had to get over that back in high school when she was taller than most of the boys in her grade.

But that didn’t mean she completely stopped having slip-ups. Slip-ups that involved questioning her heels or outfit.

Thankfully, Jason was quick to remedy such situations.

“You just look so beautiful,” Jason added as he stepped forward and grabbed her hips possessively.

Y/N kissed him. “Thank you.”

But she opened her mouth to give another warning.

“You’re gonna be late,” Jason spoke for her. “I know. I know.”

Y/N tried not to laugh at her boyfriends desperation as she grabbed her clutch.

“Remember: pizza!” Y/N called over her shoulder as she walked out the door.

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Bruce and Damian were waiting for Y/N at the venue.

Dick and Tim skipped, going to these things less and less as they became fully grown men with lives of their own.

“Thank you for coming,” Bruce greeted as he kissed her on the cheek.

Y/N was about to turn her attention to Damian and give him a hug.

“What the hell is on your neck!?” The boy cried out before she could.

She blinked in surprise, completely unaware of what her half brother was talking about. Self-consciously, her hand went to the sides of her neck, not sure what she should be hiding.

“Can Todd not keep his hands to himself for 30 seconds?” Damian growled.

That’s when it clicked.

Y/N had a hickey on her neck.

“Damian, lower your voice,” Bruce warned his son.

Meanwhile, Y/N started feeling hot from embarrassment.

“Father, make him stop,” Damian whined.

To her surprise, Bruce cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Damian, Y/N is a grown woman in a relationship. She can do as she pleases.”

It was the right answer, but Y/N was still sweating from the embarrassment.

“If you’ll excuse me,” she quickly mumbled, before disappearing to the nearest bathroom.

But Y/N swore she heard Bruce continuing to scold Damian for his rudeness and for embarrassing her.

When she reached the bathroom, she lifted her head to see that she very much did have a hickey on her neck. It was perfectly hidden in the shadow of her jaw, which was why she hadn’t noticed it while getting ready. If she had, she would’ve put 5 layers of makeup on it to make sure her family didn’t notice.

Thankfully, she brought some cover up with her and quickly started going to work.

After 10 minutes, it was invisible and Y/N let out a sigh of relief.

She pulled out her cellphone, glaring at it as if were her boyfriend.

“You better start behaving. Damian and Bruce just found a hickey on my neck. I’m so fucking embarrassed,” Y/N texted to Jason.

“Who cares?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. Of course he’d answer with that.

“Call me old fashioned, but I’d prefer not remind my father and younger brother that I do in fact have a sex life.”

“A healthy, satisfied, and passionate sex life *,” Jason corrected.

Before she could respond, he texted again with, “Did you cover it up?”

“Obviously.”

“What a shame. Maybe it would’ve kept the spoiled rich boys away from you.”

“You’re on thin ice, Jason Todd.”

“Ooo. I love it when you use the full name. Gets me all hot and bothered.”

Y/N sighed and tossed her phone back into her clutch.

She’d given up on making Jason feel any bit of sympathy. That man would never feel guilty about showing the world how obsessed he was with her.

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Jason was reading on the couch when Y/N returned home.

“Hey, beautiful,” he greeted before returning to reading his book.

“Ugh. I drank too much champagne. I have the worst headache.”

“I’ll order some pizza,” Jason offered and pulled out his phone.

Y/N sighed in relief when she took off her heels and then she collapsed on the couch, laying her head on Jason’s lap as he placed their order.

Without thinking, his free hand when to her head and started massaging it, hoping it would help with her migraine.

“Hmm,” she hummed with her eyes closed. “That feels better.”

“Order has been placed,” he confirmed.

“Thank you.”

“Arrives in 30 minutes.”

She didn’t say anything, knowing exactly where he was going with it.

“What could we possibly do with 30 minutes?” Jason teased as he inched closer to her face.

She opened her eyes and giggled up at him.

“Ya know, I heard that sex helps cure migraines…”

“Does not!” Y/N yelled out.

Before she could argue with him further, his lips shut her up real quick.

For as large as Jason was, he managed to maneuver his body very gracefully, until he was hovering above Y/N while she lay comfortably on the couch.

“You look beautiful with lipstick,” Jason said it as if it was law. “But I like it even more when I ruin it,” he added with an almost evil smirk.

It was hard for Y/N to have a clever quip when he said things like that to her.

“How about I mark you up even more?” He threatened.

“Jason…” she warned.

But they both knew Y/N was pretending to be annoyed by it – or against it. When in reality, she kind of loved how obsessed Jason was with the idea.

Just when Jason hiked Y/N's dress up and was tracing her legs, someone cleared their throat.

Jason squeezed his eyes shut in frustration and actually growled. Then he quickly lowered Y/N’s dress and tried to make her modest again.

Y/N covered her face and groaned. “Please, please, please tell me Bruce is not standing at the window right now.”

Jason smirked. “And Damian.”

Y/N pushed her boyfriend off of her and sat up to face them.

There stood Batman and Robin.

Tonight was just not her night.

“You have lipstick smeared all over you,” Damian pointed out to Jason smugly.

“I’d say one day you’d see the appeal, but I’m struggling to imagine anyone ever having that kind of interest in you,” Jason shot back.

“Jason!” Y/N scolded in a yell.

Then she quickly turned to Damian with a sympathetic look, “Dami, he didn’t mean that.”

“Yeah, I did,” Jason corrected. “What do you guys want?”

“Red Robin is missing,” Bruce stated darkly.

“So…go find him,” Jason replied.

“We need your help,” Bruce clarified.

Jason groaned and rubbed his face. “Fine. But we’re setting some fucking ground rules from now on. I’m sick of you guys invading our personal space. We have a door for a reason. Use it.”

Bruce just nodded.

Then he looked down at Damian and with a glare, got him to nod, too.

“I gotta change,” Jason told them, annoyance clear in his voice.

Y/N followed him into their bedroom, to give them a moment of privacy.

“You don’t have to be so rude,” Y/N sighed as she sat on the edge of their bed.

“They spent all night with you and now they have the balls to interrupt?” Jason shot back. “And I want my damn pizza.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at him. “I promise I’ll save you some.”

Jason was in his full gear now, Red Hood helmet tucked under his arm.

He took in a deep breath, tension easing off of him as he saw how cute she was looking up from the bed at him. Her lipstick was half off her lips, but she still looked beautiful.

“Promise you’ll be careful,” her tone was nothing but serious.

“Don’t worry about me,” Jason dismissed as he leaned down at kissed her.

"And be nice to Damian."

"Never."

Jason went back to the living room where Bruce and Damian waited.

“You might want to rub some of that off,” Bruce mumbled as he turned and jumped on the window.

Jason glared at Batman’s back as he reluctantly rubbed Y/N’s lipstick off his mouth with his gloved hand.

Then he looked at Damian. “Say another word about it and I'll skin you alive.”

Damian gave him a dirty look, “I’m not scared of you.”

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outoftheframework · 3 years

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my proposal for tropes we as a fandom should adopt in all fanworks going forward: Duke Thomas edition

So every fandom has tropes and characterization quirks that have been generally accepted into fanon and, like, maybe? they were originally based on some obscure comic panel from the 80s or something but it doesn’t really matter because we’re all just,,, cool with it? Like for example- in the dc comics fandom, an art piece could show 3 of the bats that look virtually identical except one of them is holding a box of cereal so that one is obviously Dick Grayson. . . Y’know?

Anyway, these things usually come up naturally I guess but I’ve been here a while and it’s finally time to put my foot down. It’s high time for Duke Thomas to be more in fanon than “the sane one.” Because he might be the relatively new guy but he is certainly fears no gods or laws of the land just as much as the other bats, lemme tell ya.

TL;DR here are character quirks (”canon-based” or otherwise) that we should all really latch onto seriously I’m begging y’all to make at least one of these happen-

Duke “Habitually Jumping Out of Moving Vehicles” Thomas

This one’s actually based in canon y’all; Duke did indeed yeet himself out of the back of a cop car and off of a bridge (in We Are... Robin). Normalize Duke’s wearing knee and elbow pads as Signal because jumping out of a car turns out relatively fine once and then suddenly Batman’s rooftop disappearing act seems mellow compared to the amount of times Gordon has whipped his head around to see a now Signal-less backseat.

Like, he’s going 60 mph?? And he didn’t even hear the door open?? and tHE DOORS ARE STILL LOCKED??

Imagine this leaking into civilian life and Bruce waking up to a blurry photo of Duke mid-escape from a limousine on the front page of the Gotham Gazette.

(more under cut)

Duke “Puzzles are my Passion” Thomas

Duke is ~canonically~ very skilled at both solving and concocting riddles (as a child during that time where The Riddler just,,, controlled Gotham, he worked non-stop on riddles, trying to make the perfect one). Please y’all- let Duke solve puzzles. Have the other bats ask him for help after 36 hours straight of brooding over some brainteaser that Duke works out within the half-hour. He texts a picture of the solution scribbled out on loose leaf in the margins of his pre-calc homework because this boy shows his work.

My guy is a word-cross FIEND. A mind-sweeper speed-runner. That guy who mails into the Gazette to correct a solution in the “fun & games” section and also ps that photo is not of me I am simply a polite young man who is much too busy writing into the paper in the year 2021 to jump out of limos-

I also would love to see this integrated into the type of cases he investigates / runs into on his daytime patrol. Like, obviously the criminal activity is going to dramatically differ before and after sundown, but that doesn’t make Duke’s work any easier or less important. It’s a different skillset; he has to work differently. Instead of jumping into fights, halting mob meetings, saving civilians in dark allies, etc. Duke has to sort through all of the moving pieces before they all converge into something catastrophic.

It’s a known fact that criminal organizations in Gotham make and execute a lot of behind-the-scenes plans during the day specifically not to run into the bats. And Duke knows and monitors this shit all by himself; his work is crucial to logistics and information gathering for the bats as a whole. Now criminals have like, a 2 hour gap between bat-shifts to try and get stuff done. But Duke would 100% set traps on timers or lead them on this pre-set convoluted goose chase to distract them until the night bats come out and to let himself enjoy the whole thing playing out on the news while he finishes homework that’s due at midnight.

Duke “I Know a Guy” Thomas

So in going off of the basic concept for the “We Are. . . Robin” run in combination to his general likability, Duke has a lot of friends all around Gotham. Okay, sure, he doesn’t have a Super best friend or a Speedster on speed dial, but he does know this guy who details cars up on West 35th and will tell them all about the new mods on Black Mask’s transport vans if they come through the third floor window and bring takeout.

Bruce and Tim will be waiting for the facial recognition software to identify at least a partial match off of security cam footage when Duke pulls into the cave, takes one look at the screen, and says “Oh, that’s <insert name, address, abridged life story, and known associates here>.” This also brings in the opportunity for Duke to have some sort of perfect recall for faces, voices, names, etc. which I think could be a really cool element for his position as the batfamily member who has a lot more personal interaction with the people of Gotham.

I’m also into the idea of a lot of people knowing/telling stories about Duke. Not to reference the Chuck Norris meme but almost like the Chuck Norris meme lmao. Think about Jason mentioning his brother to someone and she replies, “Duke Thomas? Like that Duke Thomas? The one who swam across the harbor because he said it’d be faster than the subway and it actually was?” These stories have varying levels of truth to them but Duke will never confirm nor deny when he gets random calls from family members yelling “you dID WHAT”

So those are my top three, and the following is a little speed-round of headcanons :)

Duke has a super expressive face. Like when he’s relaxed around family, you can tell exactly what he’s thinking and how he’s feeling by his visual reactions to things

Duke rotates through picking up new and revisiting old hobbies at a pretty rapid pace. Some hobbies include: bullet journaling, origami, viola, cello, synth, conversational basics in multiple languages, up-cycling and embroidering clothes

Duke has a really fucking adorable smile. He can’t help it. He’ll try to grin sarcastically or smug to be annoying but his smile just cannot be anything other than endearing. He also has a very specific booming laugh that’s an absolute treasure to hear, because it’s the most genuinely happy thing ever.

Duke unironically enjoys Signal by Twice even though the first time he heard it was after Steph had set it as his morning alarm.

So.

Come and get your food, I guess.

Feel free to add on if you’d like! I’d love to see anything you guys write/draw/etc. based on anything from here if you feel compelled to do so!

Stay safe and be well :)

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igotanidea · 8 months

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(3) Cheater : dick grayson!version

Long awaited part 3 - as promised.

@fullbelieverheart - I really hope I'll live up to your expectations of me and this story :D

part 1

part 2

***

9 months ago

“No.”

“This was not a question, Dick.”

“Still the answer is no.”

When Bruce called Dick to the batcave and explained to him his role in the plan The Batman masterminded, Dick felt like laughing.

At first.

Until he realised that Bruce was being absolutely serious with wanting his oldest son to get into a fake relationship with a girl named Sienna. Apparently, she was loosely connected with one of the Gotham’s crime lord and this was a way to get to her relative. It was crazy and to say the least, Dick felt offended at the mere thought of going through with this horrendous idea.

“I’m not a piece of meat, Bruce! And we can’t use an innocent girl for your scheming!”

“but we will.”

“Come on!” Dick threw his hands in the air in pure frustration

“Is this about this little journalist you met?” Bruce grunted at his son “What was her name again? Y/N?”

Dick sighed. He could keep on denying, pretending that he had no idea what Bruce was talking about but there was no point. And maybe, maybe, admitting that he felt something for Y/N would made his adoptive father soften?

“Yes…..” he admits

“Forget about her.”

“What?!”

“You heard me Dick.”

“But…..”

“You have duties to this city.”

“But….!”

“Enough Dick. There are lives at stake. You have to think like Nightwing, not like Dick Grayson, now. Do you want people to die?”

“Please….. Bruce…. Ask someone else for this…. Please….” He tried to bargain, but he knew well enough it was a lost cause. Who else could possibly do the job? Jason?

“End of discussion. “

***

Dick was torn. On one hand he wanted to protect people and get whatever criminal was on the loose down. On the other he also wanted Y/N. It didn’t matter he barely met her. The feelings she gave him were incomparable with anything else. He wanted her with intensity he never thought possible. He knew he couldn’t just go and forget about her. Not with her pretty smile and pretty eyes and her messy hair and her positive energy.

So-

The only option was to play on both fields.

***

“Oh, God! I am so sorry! I swear I can be so clumsy sometimes……”

He choose the most cliché way to become acquainted with Sienna. He simply went to the same coffee shop she did every day and accidentally bumped into her, spilling coffee all over. Of course, it was iced coffee, he wouldn’t risk anyone getting burned.

“Oh, please, it was me! I really should have been watching where I was going!” she retorted

“How about I offer you coffee as a form of compensation?” he grinned

“You just gave me one!” Sienna laughed and Dick couldn’t help but be positively surprised by her sense of humour. “I wouldn’t mind a little snack, thought….. Had a hell of a day and forget to have lunch….”

“Well I can’t really let a pretty girl like you starve.” Dick ginned.

“Oh, so now I am pretty girl?” she raised an eyebrow “you sure you bumped into me because you’re clumsy?”

“Who said clumsy and lucky cannot go in pair?”

Maybe this mission would be nicer than he thought……

***

6 months ago

He found Sienna amusing and charming. But it was still just for vigilante purposes and his eyes were on Y/N. They were. Truly. And to prove it to himself, one day out of the blue he decided to show up at her work, unannounced with the biggest flower bouquet ever. Causing a little bit of commotion and making a show amongst Y/N’s co-workers.

“Hey Y/N….” he smiled, his silhouette barely visible from the grand bunch of forget-me-nots.

“Dick?” her eyes grew wide at the sight in front of him. “It’s not my birthday…..”

“Can’t I just give a little gift to my favourite girl? For no reason? ”

“You’re just unbelievable” she chuckled shaking her head. “and I bet the blue flowers were chosen for no reason…..”

“Sh! You’re gonna blew my cover Y/N!”

“Mhm. Because of the colour of the plants….. As if that were the craziest thing that may uncover your secret identity.”

“And who’s unbelievable now?’ she narrowed his eyes, leaning forward and trying to kiss her.

“Nah uh….” She chuckles pulling back. “not at work….”

“Y/N!” he whined

“not at work.” She insisted

“Come over tonight then….” Dick begged. “Please… I need you

“Tonight you say?”

“please, baby……”

“Wayne gala.” She simply said

“I’m sorry, what?” those two words threw him back into reality “what are you talking about?”

“You little pea brain…..” she cooed, brushing hair out of his forehead and ruffling his mop. “It’s the night of Annual Wayne Gala. Don’t tell me you forgot?” his silence was enough of an answer. “I was seconded for the press coverage. Work night for me.”

“Doesn’t mean we cannot have some fun together later on…..” Dick grabbed her hand, intertwined their fingers and caressing her skin. The gesture was innocent but his eyes were shining with a predatory gaze leaving no room for doubts of what he really meant.

“Are you absolutely sure we can hide from Bruce’s watchful gaze?”

“It’s a big Manor….” Dick smiled suggestively, leaning closer to her “come on, baby. You keep me waiting for so long now…..”

“The famous Dick Grayson, the heartbreaker and forever the bachelor is begging for a girl?”

“Not just any girl…” he smirked “you.” Without any warning he closed the gap between them, kissing her softly with all the feelings he had for her. He loved her. Her loved her…. He loved her, right? “Y/N…” he tangled hand in her hair and brought her closer, not caring who might see them at her work. And apparently, at this point, neither did she. “Come on….” He brushed his lips over her cheek and jaw, eyes closed, breathing her in “Please…..”

“I….” she gasped, overwhelmed by everything he was doing at the moment “I guess I can try to implement some work-life balance…”

“Good girl…..” he whispered, kissing her lips again and she shivered at those words. He was right. She was keeping him waiting for long.

“I’ll see you tonight then, Grayson.” Gathering what was left of her self-control she pushed him away from her, standing up abruptly and fixing her hair “I gotta get back to work now.”

“I’ll see you tonight then.” He grinned, grabbing her tightly by the waist, pulling her close and kissing once more with untamed passion, before moving away, grinning like a school boy and exiting the office, leaving the poor girl flustered and distracted.

***

“Dick!”

Dick was all ready for the Wayne Gala and for the little after party with Y/N, creating some wild scenarios in his head. But once he entered the main room, already filled with the big fish, his eyes searching for his girl in the sea of heads Sienna came right through to him.

“Sienna?” He smiled, but it felt ground slip beneath his feet “what are you doing here?”

“Bruce invited me.” She handed him a glass of champagne and he tossed it off in a second. “Cause apparently the scatterbrain of my boyfriend forgot about the event of the year…..”

“Hm?” Dick muttered, his mind elsewhere “What? I mean, yes, of course, you know me..” he chuckled nervously “I never were a fan of this whole gala thing. Haha. None of my brothers ever were….”

“And yet, here we both are….I only wish the press weren’t so insistent.” Sienna took a sip of her own drink. “There’s this one reporter, Y/N. She tried to talk to me and get my opinion on some social case……”

“You… you talked to Y/N?!” Dick almost choked at the mini sandwich he grabbed from the tray.

“Yes! She’s a girl boss. You should meet her, Dick. Bet she would take you down with her no man’s bullshit attitude.” Sienna laughed “God, we could make such a good friends…. Oh, look! She’s right there! Talking to your brother.”

“Which brother?!” Dick’s started sweating. Please don’t let it be….

“Jason, I suppose. Seems like they are having fun together.”

“Oh, shit!” Dick hissed. Jason knew everything about this whole mission thing. And he had a really loose tongue.

“Dick? Are you all right, love?” now, Sienna seemed truly concerned, trying to meet Dick’s gaze.

“I’m perfect, dear. Would you like to dance with me?”

“I thought you hated this gala thing? And everything that came with it?”

“Well, I got a pretty girl by my side and …..” only now he get the chance to eye Sienna from head to toe. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you. So glad you noticed.” She snickered

“So, will you do me the honour?” Dick reached his hand and once Sienna took it, lead her to the dancefloor, joining some other couples.

While he might have had Sienna in his arms, the only person on his mind was definitely Y/N. His gaze never left her figure during the dance and the only thing that saved him from any possible questions was that it was a slow dance and Sienna clung to him tightly, her head resting on his shoulder, eyes closed, enjoying them moving together.

But –

This was also the source of the trouble in the form of Y/N noticing another girl being so close to Dick. Too close. And once Dick spotted her shocked gaze, her hurt face expression, the disbelief radiating from her whole body he knew he was doomed. And Jason, who was standing next to Y/N, barely holding a laugh was not helpful at all, making Dick count the seconds till the end of the song, and desperately and silently call his younger brother for help.

Obviously, Jason was not without heart and he would have to be completely blind to not notice the suffering of Dick’s and him making a fool out of himself. So after a while of not-so-discreet laughing his ass off he actually decided to give Dick a hand. He knew that anyone connected to Batman and actually listening to him would be suffering. No matter how strained the relationship between Dick and Jason was, the latter liked Y/N. And to tell the truth, Jason wanted to save her heartbreak. If that meant letting Dick talk to his girl and keeping Sienna occupied for a while, he could deal with it. For Y/N;s sake, obviously.

“Excuse-me dance?” Jason teased approaching Dick and Sienna.

“Hey…. Honey… would you mind Jace keeping you entertained for a moment, while I go talk to that journalist you mentioned? Oldest son, gotta keep the appearances that I actually know what I’m doing here…..” Dick stuttered

“Which he obviously doesn’t” Jason hissed

Sienna looked between two brothers, a bit confused of what was happening, but finally nodding her head.

“Sure, love. You go talk to the press. Hopefully your younger brother won’t trample me….” She chuckled and kissed Dick on the lips lightly before letting go of his hand and allowing him to run of the dancefloor.

Shit….

“Y/N!” he hissed. Apparently, before talking to the press, he will have to chase it first. “Y/N, wait!” he grabbed her wrist, before she could leave the Manor, spinning her around so that she was forced to face him.

“What the hell, Dick?! Let go off me!” she struggled against his grip

“Please, let’s just talk about it….” He begged “I can explain.”

“Explain why you had another girl holding you and kissing you?! What are you playing!?”

“Come on, let’s not make a scene, Y/N!”

“No. Let’s!” she had every right to be angry but Dick could not let her unleash her inner destroyer in front of all the guest. So before she could do or say anything else, he grabbed her waist and pushed her into the first empty room, pressing her into the wall inside and capturing her lips in his.

“Y/N….” he whined, feeling her kiss him back, turning all hot, his hands roaming her entire body in the frantic need of her. Right there, right now. He wanted her. And he was going to have her. After all that was the plan all along and if it were to happen a little faster than expected.. so be it. “Y/N….” his moan died halfway when his hand slide down her leg, sneaking under the hem of her dress and moving up again, lifting the material, trying to touch her where he knew she needed. “I love you…..”

Those three little words seemed to bring her back to reality.

“You love me, huh?” she wriggled out of his grip making him groan at the loss. “How dare you say that?!”

“Ok, fine… I owe you some explanation….”

“You owe me so much more than just some explanation.” She crossed arms over her chest ”are you with her? Is she your girlfriend?”

“NO!”

“Then what is this about?!”

“Batman.” He muttered

“I’m sorry, what?” she raised an eyebrow at him

“It’s Batman and Nightwing thing. Bruce is… after a criminal apparently and sienna… she’s the way to get to him….”

“So you’re just using her!? That’s even worse!”

“I’m not using her! I never promised her anything!”

“You let her kiss you!”

“It doesn’t mean a thing!”

“Do you even know women, Grayson!?”

“I want to be with you…! Please, you have to believe me, Y/N, I swear!” he grabbed both her hands. “Look at me.” She averted her gaze “Please, look at me….” She was still disobeying so in desperation he grabbed her chin and forced her eyes on him “I know you hate me now and you have every right to do so. I should have told you about this and I’m sorry.”

“Are you now?”

“Yes. Please. I only want you. You hear me?” he leaned forward slightly, their foreheads touching “You, baby. I wish it wasn’t so hard, but sometimes… sometimes I have to act like Nightwing and not like Dick Grayson. But it doesn’t mean I love you any less.” She sighs deeply at the confession processing everything he just dropped on her. “Please baby, say something, anything.”

“She’s actually a very nice and smart girl, you know?”

“But I want you….”

“Shut up, Grayson. You say it’s hard for you, but do you have any idea how hard it is for me to go against another girl’s back?”

“I’m sorry….” He squeaked, holding her hand tighter.

“I’m not gonna leave….” Y/N starts.

“You won’t?!” his eyes lighten up a bit at the words.

“No. However…. If we are to pursue our relationship further… do… all those things you want to do…..” at this point Dick felt himself getting hard at the mere thought of having Y/N. “if you want me, you’ll have to finish that stupid mission first. I won’t sleep with you while you still with her.”

“But it’s all fake!”

“Even if it’s fake.” Y/N emphasised.

“But….!”

“No buts. I’m here, but like I said, no betraying another girl like that. Not while she might be in love with you, you hear me? I can wait, can you?”

“Yes….” He hung his head low. “Yes, I can wait for you, but you’re making it really hard for me Y/N.”

Now

“ What the fuck is going on here?!” Sienna’s voice echoed through the apartment.

Shit… Shit… shit….

They were in so much of a deep shit…..

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ramos123 · 2 years

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I lost her

Damian was locked up in his room, refusing to come out. No one could get him to eat or do anything. Even when both Titus and Alfred the cat came up to him and nudged him, Damian would give them a scratch behind the ears and leave them alone.

Dick opened the door only to find Damian staring out his window for the twentieth time this week. He couldn’t get Damian to do anything, and neither could his siblings or Jon. Damian had lost himself grieving over Marinette and nothing they did could help him. Dick understood what it was like to lose someone important in their life; he had lost his parents. But Damian, even when he had lost his father for some time, hadn’t ever been as bad as right now.

“Baby bird, I brought you some food. Please eat, you haven’t had anything in five days.”

Damian turned around to face him, and though he didn’t say anything, he reached out for the platter Dick had brought him. Dick saw that as progress as he walked towards him and left the tray. Once he set it down he was going to head out when Damian called his name. He turned around; Damian never called him by his name unless it was serious. He started walking towards him and sat down next to him, a few minutes had passed and Damian still didn’t say anything, but Dick let him take his time.

“Richard, I miss Marinette and I don’t know what to do without her. I know she wouldn’t want to see me like this, but I can’t help it. I just… I just can’t believe she’s gone.”

Dick couldn’t help but pull Damian in a hug. He expected him to try and escape but instead, Damian began crying in his arms. Dick let him until he fell asleep. He set Damian down on his bed and walked out of the room. Once he got to the living room his whole family was there and perked up when Dick came inside the room, only for him to tell them that Damian had fallen asleep crying. The whole family had been devastated by Marinette’s death, but it had affected Damian the most.

Jason got up and left the room. He had also taken Marinette’s death hard since he was like a brother to her, and she was the little sister Jason never had. He walked into the training room and began throwing punches at the dummies. After a while, he was starting to get exhausted, so he stopped to let himself rest. He slid down the wall and finally let out the tears that he had been attempting to hold back. He brought his knees up to his chest and sobbed, letting himself grieve over Marinette.

Once Tim saw Jason leave, he also headed out towards the Batcave and threw himself into cold cases. That was his way of ignoring everything, shutting out the world around him. Tim had loved Marinette—she was such a nice girl; how could anyone not love her? Tim thought the world was cruel for taking her away so young. Despite the rough beginning he and Damian had, he was glad when Damian had found someone that loved him and didn’t care about his family status. Marinette had been his insomniac buddy and they often spent a lot of time together during the night, Tim doing WE reports or solving current cases and Marinette with her newest commission. Tim didn’t notice he had started crying until he saw the papers wet, but he didn’t mind. Tim dried his tears and started searching for possible ways to bring Marinette back, no matter what it took.

Dick wasn’t doing much better, but he was handling Marinette’s death much better than his siblings and Damian. He thought back to all the times he and Marinette had spent together on the trapeze and the fun times they had. He had loved Marinette like a little sister. She was the only one who listened to him rant whenever he was frustrated and was always up for doing acrobatic stuff with him. Marinette had been such a blessing in Damian’s life. When Damian met Marinette, she saw something in him that no one else besides his family had seen. Dick hated the universe for denying Damian the chance at happiness over and over again. He understood that things happened for a reason, but it wasn’t fair that the universe had decided to take Marinette when she was happy with a family and the love of her life. Dick was thinking back to when he was inside Damian’s room and how hard he had taken Marinette’s death.

Bruce was in his study looking over paperwork for WE but had a hard time focusing on the paperwork, the news of Marinette’s death still in his head. It was unfair for both of them; Marinette had finally found happiness and love after the reign of hawkmoth and all the duties that had come with that. Damian had finally found the love of his life, only for the universe to snatch her away. He had considered Marinette a daughter and her death was hard on all of them. He had thought back to when he and Marinette were partnered up for patrols and the energy the girl had. She had loved helping people so much, and now she wouldn’t have the chance to do that again because she was gone. With a sigh, he got up and headed towards the cave to suit up and patrol the city to distract his mind.

Should there be a time skip here?

Damian had woken up after crying himself to sleep and the first thing he thought of was Marinette. He couldn’t believe he had lost the love of his life. He was going to marry her. They were finally going to have their happy ending, but the universe had to ruin it for them. He stood up and walked towards his closet and reached his hand and reached up for a box: Marinette’s engagement ring, the one he had used to propose to her. He was about to close the closet when he saw the miracle box. He hesitated whether he should take it out or leave it since it reminded him of Marinette, but he knew that sooner or later he would have to explain to the kwamis what had happened. He reached for the miracle book and pressed on the big circle at the top to open it. He picked up the ring and the earrings, and Tikki and Plagg appeared in front of him.

“Why hello Wayne. To what do we owe this pleasure?” asked Plagg.

“Plagg, be nice. Damian looks like he had something serious to tell us,” scolded Tikki.

“Sorry sugar cube, what’s up Damian? What do you need to tell us?”

Damian fiddled with his sleeves, not sure how to tell the kwamis that Marinette had died and they didn’t have a guardian anymore. The kwamis were staring at him impatiently waiting for Damian to tell them what he wanted to say.

“Kid, are you going to spit it out or what?” Plagg asked impatiently.

Tikki glared at Plagg but didn’t say anything because she also wanted to know what Damian had to say.

Finally, Damian opened his mouth to tell the kwamis what had happened.

“Remember the fire that happened at her boutique? After she saved you and was running out of the building, she inhaled too much smoke… and by the time she had made it to the hospital she… didn’t make it.” By the end of it, Damian was crying again and no one could get him to calm down. Ten minutes passed and he finally started to calm down again.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to protect Marinette.”

Tikki with tears in her eyes flew up to Damian and hugged his cheek. “Damian, it wasn’t your fault. You can’t change fate’s destiny.”

“If I had been smarter and quicker, I would have seen the floorboard that was about to fall, and Marinette wouldn’t have needed to save me.” Damian was sobbing at this point, and the kwamis couldn’t do anything but try to console him. Damian collapsed to his knees and sobbed. He felt someone hug him but didn’t have the energy to shove them off, melting in their arms once again remembering the loss of his angel.

The next day was supposed to be Marinette’s funeral, but Damian didn’t want to get up because this meant he would have to accept that Marinette was truly gone and he couldn’t do that, not yet. The rest of the family was getting ready for Marinette’s funeral. Her parents, grandfather, and grandmother, along with her friends, were going to be there. Jason headed towards Damian’s room to drag him out of bed to get ready but surprisingly he was already awake and ready and seemed to be talking to Plagg and Tikki, so he left them alone. Once he headed downstairs he saw the whole family waiting for him and Damian. Once they spotted him they asked him if Damian had woken up or if they needed to send Dick after him. Jason explained that he had woken up but was talking with the kwamis, and decided to give him some alone time. They all nodded and accepted it. After five minutes Damian came downstairs with the kwamis hovering above him.

He didn’t say a word to any of them as he headed towards the door, but Bruce stopped him. “Damian, I know this is hard for you, but please don’t try to keep a straight face at the funeral. It’s okay to show your emotions; the love of your life just died.” Damian nodded and didn’t say anything else to his father. They all got into the car and drove to the cemetery where the funeral was being held. When they got there they saw her parents, friends, and extended family. Damian signaled for the kwamis to hide inside his jacket so they wouldn’t be spotted, and got out of the car. The casket was open and once Damian spotted Marinette’s lifeless body tears streamed down his cheeks as he once again remembered that Marinette was truly gone. Damian walked up to her parents and apologized for not being able to save Marinette.

“Damian, this is not your fault. Marinette wouldn’t want you to blame yourself,” Tom told him.

Sabine nodded, agreeing with her husband. “I know how much you loved Marinette. We don’t blame you, Damian,” Sabine said.

Damian nodded and guided them towards Marinette’s casket. Seeing Marinette broke Tom and Sabine, and they broke down crying. How could the universe take away their daughter, someone who had never done anything bad to anyone in her life, someone who loved helping others. Sabine's heart-wrenching sobs only hurt Damian further, and he had to walk away before he broke down once again in front of everyone.

Adrien watched it all go down and headed towards Marinette’s parents in an attempt to comfort them, but it was of no help. Adrien decided to approach Damian because he needed to talk with him.

“Hello, Damian. This is not how I wanted to see you again,” Adrien says as he finally approaches Damian.

“Yes, Agreste. I’m sorry about that”.

“Look, Damian, I’m not going to beat around the bush. I know you’re hurt, and Marinette was my friend and partner so I know what you’re going through right now, but I need you to give me the miracle box.”

Damian stood there shocked. Why did Adrien want the box? “Agreste, I don’t understand why you need it. I’m taking care of it; the kwamis are perfectly fine with me.”

Adrien sighed and ran his hand down his face. “Damian, it’s not that you can’t take care of them, you’re just not in the right headspace right now. it’s just a precaution in case you attempt to make a wish. Damian please, I don’t want to argue at Marinette’s funeral, just give me the box when you can, that’s all I ask.” Damian stood still for a minute, not saying anything, after a minute he walked away from Adrien toward his family. Adrien followed behind him hoping his family could help convince him.

Once Adrien reached him and his family he heard whispering among them. “Please, Adrien can’t take the box, the kwamis are all I have left of Marinette,” Damian said, panicking. His brothers were trying to calm him down, but they were of no help. “Damian, I promise you won't be away from the box for long, it’s just until you’re in a better headspace. It’s a precaution, please understand that and give me the miracle box,” Adrien finally said. Dick nodded at him and pulled Damian away.

“Baby bird please, you have to give the box to Adrien, you know what would happen if you made that wish. Marinette would never forgive you,” Dick told him calmly.

Damian shook his head and was attempting to hold back his tears. “You don’t understand Grayson. The kwamis are all I have left of her, THEY’RE ALL I HAVE LEFT TO REMEMBER HER AND YOU WANT ME TO GIVE THEM TO HIM!” Damian yelled, with tears running down his eyes. The people there turned towards them to see what the commotion was.

“Damian, I need you to calm down. You heard what Adrien said, he will return the box to you, it's just for some time. Look, we can even ask him if you can visit them, just please give the box to Adrien.” Damian finally gave up and nodded, accepting that he had to give the box to Adrien. They walked back towards the little group that they had formed.

“Agreste, the box is at the manor. I’ll give it to you when we get home,” Damian said while walking past him and towards Marinette’s casket. Once Damian headed towards the casket and saw Marinette’s lifeless body and that’s when it finally hit him. The love of his life was never coming back, and he had to learn to accept that. “If everyone could please pay attention right now I would appreciate it.” Everyone started gathering around Damian, wondering what he had to say; since they had all expected him to stay quiet.

“It is said that tragedies are what make us appreciate the joys of our lives better. But would a part of you still enjoy life after the death of your loved one? I don’t think so. Marinette was the love of my life and losing her has been the most hurtful thing that’s ever happened to me. We knew each other for a very long time, and it wasn’t her time to go yet. The universe has awful plans, and unfortunately, it took Marinette from me. I loved Marinette very much, and it pains me more than I can say to have lost her. May she rest in peace and know that I will forever love her.”

The rest of Marinette’s friends and families all gave speeches, but Damian couldn’t bring himself to listen to any of them. He wanted this to be over so he didn’t remember anything. After everyone gave a speech, it was time for Marinette’s casket to be lowered to the ground, and Damian stood up with a flower in his hand along with the ring that he had proposed to her. He dropped them on top of the closed casket that was already on the ground.

“Goodbye, my love. May the universe reunite us someday.” Marinette’s casket was then covered with dirt, and everyone started walking away except for Damian, who stayed there despite everyone leaving. After a few minutes, he started walking away from the grave, but not without one final, “Goodbye, love.”

#maribat #daminette #angst #character death #the author regrets nothing #mlb x dc

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robinofgothamcity · 3 years

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♡ starting prompt: “Everything changed for me when I met her... My Beloved.”

♡ pairing: yandere! damian wayne (Robin) & fem reader

♡ lyric inspiration: “imagine me and you? I do. I think about day and night, it’s only right, to think about the girl you love and hold her tight. so happy together.”

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / in this AU everyone in the batfamily is a yandere and probably has a darling so yeah.

Gotham Academy, for the wealthy and elite one might say. you were one of the lucky ones who got accepted through their scholarship programs and busted your ass off to keep your grades up all years.

you had very few friends considering most Academy students hardly interacted those who they deemed poor. one friend you did have though was the Wayne heir himself. Damian was one of the first to introduce himself to you when you first arrived to Gotham Academy and really remained your friend throughout the years.

the fresh morning air blew in the wind, making you pull your jacket closer to you as you tried to find warmth in it. the jackets they provided for your uniform were extremely thin and hardly held in any kind of heat.

“hey! I think the Wayne kid is looking for you!” you heard your friend, Reagan tell you, “he’s waiting for you at the central garden!” you gave him a smile, thanking him for letting you know before running to where Damian usually was in the morning.

your mornings with Damian, when he would attend school, would start with him bringing you your favorite coffee and switching homework assignments.

unlike Damian, you were usually better in courses that had to do with humanities, such as history and english courses and you lacked the smarts that Damian had with science and math courses so the two of you would swap homework first thing in the morning.

“good morning Wayne,” you said, sitting down on the bench. he handed you his coffee, blowing it to make sure it wasn’t too hot, “good morning, beloved. how did you sleep?” he asked, making sure your eye bags weren’t too harsh.

you shrugged, “I’m okay. just stressed because of midterms and all of that. how did you sleep?” you asked, taking a sip of coffee. “great considering we fell asleep on Facetime together,” he mentioned, “I did the ap calc homework that you can finally copy!” he added on.

Damian handed you the calc homework as he watched you scribble down the answers. he noticed that you had painted your nails a new color and touched the polish with his finger, “baby blue? that’s new,” he murmured. you nodded happily, “I love this color on me. I even brought color with me in case it chipped throughout the day!” you exclaimed.

you showed him the bottle and he grabbed it, “put it on me,” you were taken back by the request. you didn’t take Damian was the kind of guy to dabble in wearing polish but nevertheless complied and put the polish on it before grabbing his hand and blowing on it to make it dry quicker, “I didn’t know you wore nail polish!” you mentioned.

Damian thought for a moment.

“I don’t but that way people will know we’re matching,” he murmured as the warning bell rang off.

you and Damian walked slowly to your first period class. the summer going into your Senior year, Damian made it a duty of his to make sure that the two of you shared the same classes. so without you knowing, he had Tim hack into the Gotham Academy school system and pull Damian onto the rosters where you were enrolled in.

you found the similarities to be funny, however; some of the teachers wondered how the hell they put the two of you in every class together. some didn’t care considering you were able to keep Damian from saying smart shit to someone in class and others were just weirded out by the coincidence.

“god, I hate this class. you know Matt who sits in front of the class? I have to swear some gross comment about how great my legs look in the uniform by him at least twice every day.”

Damian’s eye twitched at what you had said, “does it bother you?” he asked, his fist clenched. you nodded annoyingly, “more than anything in the world. I can’t go one day without hearing the comments,” you groaned.

the two of you got to class but as you walked in, you had saw that Matt wasn’t in class and sighed in relief. Damian had told you he was running off to the bathroom before class started and just to write down whatever he missed while he was gone.

you sat down, immediately writing what was already on the board but as the class started, Damian still hadn’t shown up. you were beginning to think that maybe the coffee had upset his stomach but about half way through the class, Damian came and plopped down at his desk.

“where were you? Jackson nearly had a fit because you were late!” you muttered to him. he shrugged, taking out his pen and notebook before leaning over to copy what you had on yours.

it took about another twenty minutes when another teacher ran into the class frantically, “Matthew Harrison was just found in the garden, unconscious and is barely hanging onto his life!” the teacher told your teacher, making all of you gasp in surprise, “call an ambulance!”

you stared to Damian wide eyed, “my God, that’s insane! we were just there. I wonder who did it,” you told Damian, chewing your lip nervously, “I hope whoever did it doesn’t come for any of us.”

Damian could tell you were scared from the news and he quickly grabbed your hand, “I think you’re safe, beloved. you shouldn’t worry about it,” he assured you. you nodded, going back to writing down the notes, “hey, he finally got what he deserved for harassing you, right?” Damian mentioned.

you laughed shaking your head, “I guess but I mean, I hope he doesn’t die or anything,” that was the last thing you said before the both of you got to working on the work the teacher assigned for the class while she was gone.

Damian could tell you were shaken by the news but at the end of the day, he did what he had to do. someone was harassing his beloved and he’d be damned if they got away with it. it took every ounce of self restriction to stop himself from actually killing the idiot but the beating he actually gave him did more than enough to satisfy him for the time being.

two broken legs, a broken nose, and making him go blind in one eye was more than enough. the great thing about Gotham Academy was that because of how old the building was, cameras weren’t installed anywhere outside and any cameras that were inside were just in the upgraded part of the school which happened to be the front of the school and the gym.

the end of the day came as Damian had offered to take you home. you denied the request, telling him you wanted to walk to get some fresh air before you trapped yourself in your room for the rest of the night.

Damian was hesitant on letting you but at the end of the day, you weren’t his...yet. he knew his feelings for you weren’t exactly normal. far from it, actually.

when his feelings for you boiled over to damn near obsession, he confided in the one person he trusted the most and that was Dick. he practically confessed how he needed to be near or around you every day or else he would go insane. even if it was just seeing you from afar made his day a 100x better.

Dick laughed at his brothers confession because he knew it was about time it happened to him. he had gone through the same feelings when he met his now wife and so did Bruce, Tim, Duke, and Jason.

when Damian was finally confident enough to tell everyone else, they finally let him in on the family secret. these feelings were nothing to be afraid of. he should embrace them and hell, make his feelings get even ‘worse’. it was his job as your protector to feel that way and act on his instincts for you.

Damian got home, seeing his father and brother watching the news. they were covering what happened at school and a part of him laughed seeing the coverage.

“did you see what happened?” Dick asked his brother. Damian nodded, kicking off his shoes and laying on the other couch, “of course I did because I was the one who did it,” he said nonchalantly.

Bruce and Dick stared at him, wide eyed and shocked, “the scum was messing with my beloved. he was making disgusting comments about her and degrading her in a way she and I didn’t like. the piece of shit deserved more than what he got,” he stated, not even bothering to look at them to see their reaction.

“so it’s best we don’t investigate this, I assume?” Bruce asked, “you would assume right,” Damian replied.

Dick got off the couch and went on one knee to look at his brother, “Damian, you know the implications that comes with how you left him. you know that, right?” he stated. Damian stared at Dick with no fear in his eyes, “everything changed for me when I met her... my beloved. I would kill for her if I had too.”

Bruce sat in his seat, proudly smirking at what his son said. Dick nodded, walking back to the couch as Damian stood up to go to his bedroom, “it’s only a matter of what before I make her mine so expect her to be around soon enough,” he told them.

a few weeks had passed since the incident with your classmate. since then, you had gotten clingier to Damian, not wanting to be at the end of the beating. Daimian had no issue in it, he was practically basking in the touches and side hugs you were giving him.

you and Damian had decided to head back to his place after school to get some studying done. Friday nights were usually reserved to studying at your place but Damian had offered to make you dinner at his place and study before watching a few movies.

you had never been over the Wayne manor before and frankly, you were kind of scared to run into his father. THE Bruce Wayne would most likely be in attendance and meeting the most powerful man in Gotham would probably scare anyone.

Damian unlocked the gate, quickly taking your backpack as you snuggled into his jacket. you were immediately welcomed by his butler, Alfred who offered to put both of you bags in the hallway so no one would step over them. you thanked him profusely, making Damian mutter to you that that’s why he was here. to serve you.

“so, what would you like to eat, beloved? I can make you anything you desire,” he boasted. you looked at the cookbook that was laid next to you and flipped through the first few pages, “this sounds nice,” you pointed to the plant based steak with veggies.

Damian quickly got to work, making the veggies first as he offered for you taste them every now and again. you would usually relay a kiss on his cheek as he finally got to cooking the steak. you couldn’t help but wonder how he got to be such a great cook, however; as he was finishing plating the food, you saw his father as well as you assumed were his brothers.

“uh Damian?” you mentioned, pointing to the three men who walked in. Damian sighed knowing that of course his brothers were going to come and annoy him, “who’s your friend?” Dick asked, putting his chin on his hand.

“this is ( your name ), my beloved,” he told them proudly. you were a bit taken back by the nickname he so easily used on you, “ahh, we’ve heard so much about you,” Tim continued, “she’s so pretty....she’s not like other girls,” Dick mocked.

your face felt a burning sensation as Bruce told his sons to be quiet, “nice to meet you ( your name ),” Bruce introduced, “welcome to the family,” you barely caught what he said as Damian excused the two of you to go up to his bedroom.

“your family is...nice,” you tried to say without sounding nervous. Damian rolled his eyes, “they’re bunch of idiots. that’s what they are,” he muttered, not bothering to look back at them.

once you got to his room, your mouth dropped a bit. you had never seen such a luxurious bedroom before. satin sheets, the coldest pillows, his bedroom could probably house a family if he really wanted too and the fact that this was his bedroom, you were taken back.

“wow, so this is how the rich and famous live?” you joked, sitting down on his bed. he shook his head, “all this means nothing to me...as long as you’re with me, I’d be the happiest person alive,” you stared at Damian, wondering if what he said was really true.

the two of you ate, mostly in silence as you tried to take what Damian had said. there had been rumors floating around Gotham Academy that Damian might’ve liked you. you tried to dispel the rumors, claiming that someone like you was no where near Damian’s type but now that you were hearing the words he was telling you, you were more keen on acting on his feelings.

after finishing dinner, he offered for you to join him on his bed to watch a movie. you had never actually gotten to hang out with Damian outside of school. since you were always so busy doing schoolwork and Damian always had things to take care of, as he put it, you two never relaxed together.

the aura in the room was cozy as he offered you a very expensive looking blanket to cover you up from the chilly air coming from his window. the movie the two of you picked was some random rom-com, it felt kind of stupid to be watching this kind of movie with Damian but at some point, you stopped paying attention to the movie and looked up to him.

“did you really mean what you said earlier?” you whispered to him. he gave you a confused look, “of course I did. would I ever lie to you?” he said back, kind of offended that you would even accuse him of lying.

you sat back up on the bed and turned to fix yourself as you finally gave him a kiss. Damian’s eyes widened, not expecting you to do that to him. regardless, he immediately pulled you on top of him and deepened the kiss by pushing you up against him.

Damian slid his hands in the back pocket of your skirt, finding it a bit confusing why the uniforms even had pockets on the skirts. he gripped your ass a bit, making you moan in surprise as Damian tried his hardest to contain himself but failing as he slipped his tongue into yours.

the two of you remained kissing for what felt like hours. you knew your lips were bound get bruised from the amount of tugging Damian was doing but by the time you pulled away, you could see the faintest of blushes appearing on Damian’s brown skin.

“wow, didn’t know you felt like that for me,” you muttered shyly. Damian chuckled, giving you a quick peck, “I have feelings you wouldn’t even begin to understand but one day....one day you will,” he replied.

you didn’t pay no mind to his reply as he had brought you down for another kiss. what you didn’t catch was the smirk playing on his face. he knew that once graduation came, there would already be a ring on that left ring finger and soon enough, you’d be baring his heirs.

the Wayne’s got what they wanted. it didn’t matter what they had to do to get it but what the Wayne’s wanted, they got.

#dc #dc comics #dc imagines #dc imagine #dc x reader #damian wayne #damian wayne imagine #damian wayne x reader #yandere damian wayne #yandere damian wayne x reader #yandere damian wayne imagine

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bigskydreaming · 3 years

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Brain topic du jour is reflecting on the frankly weird as fuck pattern in Dick’s life where....he barely ever experiences losses one at a time. Most of the loss he’s experienced in his life is compounded by him losing multiple people and other elements of stability all at the exact same time.

1) When his parents died, in some continuities this is coupled with him losing his extended family of his aunt and cousin as well, with his uncle left comatose and on life support for years before he eventually died as well. Even in continuities without Richard, Karla and John, the loss of Dick’s parents is compounded by the additional loss of his circus family in the sense that he was taken away from them by the state and their constant reassuring presences in his life were no longer comforts he was able to rely on.

2) When Jason died, Dick didn’t just lose his brother, as the tragedy was compounded by Bruce’s reaction. I’ll never be able to gloss over the effects of NTT #55, personally, because I think its too key to Dick’s entire characterization and the specific direction his character took in the years that followed this, to like....disregard that Bruce however unintentionally, while lost in his own grief, added to Dick’s own sense of loss for Jason in probably the worst way possible. As by kicking Dick out and telling him to leave his keys, Dick - having no way to know or guess that they’d ever reconcile, just like he never actually went back to the circus being a regular presence for him - to Dick, this was in essence the equivalent of his childhood tragedy all over again. Losing not just one family member, but his whole family in one sweep, and all the comforts and stability offered by a home he was forced to leave. Even Dick’s contact with Alfred was minimal for awhile, because why would the guy who basically JUST saw history repeat itself and was like, well I know how THIS tends to play out.....why would he think that if Alfred felt forced to actually choose between his loyalties to Bruce and Dick respectively, that Alfred would pick Dick over the man he’d known and raised from childhood himself?

3) Titans Hunt. I know I harp on this one a lot, but you can’t deny that it fits the pattern. Dick didn’t just lose one friend and teammate.....he lost Joey, he lost a good four or five lesser known Titans who nevertheless were people he viewed as directly HIS responsibility to keep safe. With these tragedies compounded by the fact that though comics played out a lot more slowburn and extended stories over years back then, like.....the aftermath of Titans Hunt was still everpresent and directly died into Dick’s reactions and emotions during the Mirage storyline and everything that happened with the failed wedding and his breakup with Kory AND the fact that he was literally forced off the team he’d basically founded, by the government agency that took over the team and appointed Roy as its leader in his stead.

3) Graduation Day. The second time the Titans disbanded it was again not due to a singular loss, because Dick didn’t just lose Donna at this point, but also Lilith died in the exact same story and though Lilith is criminally underused, like, she’s also one of Dick’s oldest friends. She was literally the first Titan to join after the original five. This then led into the Outsiders era, where Dick was shown to still be reeling from the losses of this story for an extended period of time, and in a fun parallel to the Titans Hunt aftermath, Dick was also ousted from his leadership of THIS team by essentially a vote of no confidence by his teammates (and uh, Bruce too, literally).

4) The Blockbuster arc. Where Dick’s emotional state was due to a continued string of multiple losses. He lost his apartment building and almost every one of the neighbors he’d built a community out of, as we’d been shown him actively involving himself in their lives and vice versa for YEARS before this point. Then he lost his circus, his childhood home, burned to the ground and with dozens of deaths - both spectators and actual performers Dick had known and loved as a child. Then he lost his relationship with Barbara, his sense of self-security and autonomy to Tarantula, he lost another teen vigilante who died in his colors, the mantle HE’D created, when Stephanie was believed dead in War Games, and it all culminated in losing the city he’d invested himself in as his CHOSEN home, the place he dedicated himself to protecting, when Chemo blew it up.

Oh just for the record - my nonexistent passport to the magical kingdom of Narnia for a fic that raises the point when bringing up Tim’s losses in the Red Robin era, that like.....ALL of the above happened at literally the EXACT SAME TIME as all Tim’s referenced losses occurred. Obviously Steph meant more to Tim than Dick on a personal level, but I also included her largely as an anchor point to the timeline, to show how that death, and not long after that Jack Drake’s and then Superboy’s.... occurred right smack in the middle of one of the absolute WORST periods of Dick’s life. To be clear, I don’t intend this to suggest that no actually, Dick had it harder than Tim - nah.

No thank you. Hard pass. I hate that sort of thing even in support of my own faves over other characters. No, instead the thing I’d love to see explored more is just in light of the SPECIFIC angle fics take here - that Dick’s actions while Bruce was lost in time showed an obliviousness to everything Tim had lost lately - for literally ANYONE to bring up or introduce into the timeline here an awareness of everything Dick had lost AT THE EXACT SAME TIME PERIOD. To establish that actually, Dick didn’t just ‘not understand what it was like’ - rather, its more accurate to say that nobody in universe around this time ever shows an awareness of Dick’s own losses and says oh wait, that doesn’t track then.

Because obviously, with this stuff put in proper perspective, Dick understands VERY VERY WELL the exact thing we’re accusing him of not understanding by being oblivious to Tim’s losses that he’s not actually oblivious to because he tries to talk to Tim about them all the time, while meanwhile its everyone else who has absolutely mum to say about the fact that Dick’s emotional state is compromised to hell and back at this point, not JUST because of losing Bruce, but also because *gestures wildly* literally ALL OF THE ABOVE in the exact same time frame Tim’s extended losses happened in.

And okay I am going to indulge in slight tiny itty bitty pettiness and point out my ire that so many fics set during this time tend to recite listicles of Tim’s losses, with Steph, Kon and Jack Drake at the very top of said list....while paying no attention whatsoever to the fact that STEPH WAS LITERALLY BACK BY THE TIME THE RED ROBIN SERIES HAPPENED. She’s LITERALLY a person Dick sends to check up on Tim after Tim turns Dick away when he tries himself. How are you gonna stress the impact Steph’s loss has on Tim when you’re not even acknowledging STEPH’S RIGHT HERE IN THE EXACT SPECIFIC CANON STORY YOU’RE CITING??? I just. afhioskhflafhlafhklfahlfa.

And not to put too fine a point on it, but you know who ELSE was also back at the same time? CONNOR. Superboy LITERALLY was already back to life by the time the Red Robin series even began. Like, the issue where a resurrected Kon and Cassie (Wonder Girl) have a heart to heart about the fact that Tim and Cassie ‘connected’ during his absence and Connor stresses that this doesn’t bother him or make him feel negatively towards either of them at all, because hello, he was literally dead at the time, why would he mind that two of the people he loves most in the world sought comfort in each other? Yeah, that issue? Literally came out BEFORE Tim even became Red Robin.

I MEAN. I’m just saying, when people constantly take shots at Dick’s choices during this period because of how much Tim had lost before Bruce already, in order to shift focus away from the fact that Dick lost Bruce every bit as much as Tim did......and you repeatedly emphasize the SAME three names as the focal point of Tim’s losses while paying no acknowledgment whatsoever to everything Dick lost at the exact same time Tim lost these three.....it quickly becomes kiiiiiiinda relevant in my opinion THAT TWO OF THE THREE NAMES CONSTANTLY MENTIONED AS BEING TIM’S LOSSES ARE NO LONGER EVEN LOST BY THE TIME THE SUBJECT COMES UP. Again, I’m just saying! Pettily, mind you! I am aware of the pettiness, I just beg awareness of like *again gesticulates wildly at all of the above* ALL THAT!

LOL.

But I digress.

5) When Bruce was believed dead while he was lost in the timestream. Again, Dick didn’t just lose the father who had been the only parent in his life for almost TWICE as long as his first parents......this was coupled with the loss of numerous other sources of stability in Dick’s life. There’s the matter of his personal sense of identity and self-expression....Dick FOUGHT against becoming Batman, trying to handle Gotham in Bruce’s absence as Nightwing for as long as he could, because he knew being Batman was very much NOT going to be good for him. He put so much of himself into building his identity as Nightwing, establishing himself in that role, that self-image, that yes, I maintain it was an actual LOSS for Dick, to feel like he had no choice but to give that up and everything it meant to him and his own life, in order to essentially live Bruce’s life for him in his absence.

Because it wasn’t just being Batman that Dick was struggling with at this time....he also had to act as the patriarch to the Wayne family, essentially raise Bruce’s ten year old son, step into Bruce’s old role in Wayne Enterprises, all while getting no acknowledgment for any of this, for literally LIVING his father’s life instead of the life Dick had worked so hard to build for HIMSELF....because of course Dick’s actions and struggles couldn’t even be advertised beyond the family and close friends, because the whole point of him doing all this was so that nobody else even realized that Bruce wasn’t really there anymore. Dick didn’t just assume Bruce’s responsibilities. Dick assumed Bruce’s life, so thoroughly that most people didn’t even put together that Bruce was ‘dead,’ between Dick handling Bruce’s actual roles and responsibilities while Hush made public appearances as him.

Like, when you’re living someone else’s life so completely that nobody can tell they’re even gone....how on earth does that leave any time or space for you to have ANY kind of life of your OWN, y’know? Not to mention the fact that like in so many times previously....all this meant that Dick couldn’t even afford to let his grief for his own losses show, because he wasn’t supposed to be grieving any losses in the first place, that was the whole point of the con!

Additionally, couple this with the fact that throughout this time period, Dick didn’t have Tim to lean on at all, because it was never that Dick kicked Tim out or neglected him or didn’t care....he’d actively stressed how much he needed Tim, because the partner Tim was convinced Dick chose ‘over’ him - Dick was the first one to admit back then that he DIDN’T trust Damian yet, couldn’t afford to, because he was all too aware that Damian didn’t give a fuck about him yet and couldn’t be guaranteed to step in to have Dick’s back - because that required mutual trust that Dick literally just hadn’t had time to build yet. And add to THAT the fact that during this time, Jason was actively antagonizing the family and Dick in particular at every turn, trying to bring them all down and basically write over what all of them saw as Bruce’s legacy with Jason’s own version of what he thought that should look like.

Also also, take into account that unlike how often we see fanon depict Dick as just too stubborn or proud to ask for help, there’s the fact that he actually had very few avenues TO ask for help! As already established, he DID ask Tim for help. Not like Jason was an option at this time, and Dick’s friends weren’t actually just sitting waiting in the wings and groaning about the fact that Dick was trying to do all of this solo....nah, they kinda had their own problems, which Dick was all too aware of?

Like the fact that in the wake of Final Crisis, it wasn’t just Bruce that was believed lost. Many other key Leaguers like Martian Manhunter were dead or lost, with others struggling to fill the gaps left in their absence. Cry For Justice happened right after Final Crisis too....that story where Lian was murdered? So it wasn’t like Dick was remotely going to try leaning on Roy when Roy had just lost his freaking DAUGHTER and very much wasn’t handling it well (and not to overshadow Roy’s loss at ALL, but please let’s not act like Dick - who had literally been the person to put a baby Lian in Roy’s arms for the first time and had known that girl for pretty much her entire life - like, it shouldn’t be used to detract from Roy’s loss at all, but it shouldn’t have to, to just acknowledge that Lian’s loss right at this exact time was painful as fuck to Dick, who’d loved his niece like crazy.)

The pattern of compounding, concurrent losses in Dick’s life. I’m just saying. Its there.

And it extends into the New 52 as well, where Forever Evil came right on the heels of Dick losing his circus in THIS continuity to the Joker, just as a way to hurt him in Death of A Family. And with the aftermath of Forever Evil and Dick’s own literal death, being like....the complete loss of Dick’s entire life, even though he was revived quickly. That didn’t mean he got to live HIS life though, since Dick Grayson was believed dead and he was told had to remain so, so its like fuck whatever he actually wanted to do as he went about on the Spyral mission aka something that pinched his own sense of morality and personal agenda at every turn and was kinda the last thing a therapist would recommend for a trauma recovery period, lol. And like, for all the focus that was paid to how Dick’s family were hurt because they believed they’d lost him when he was actually alive, let’s not forget that for all intents and purposes, Dick DID lose his family in the wake of his resurrection because he was flat out told over and over that due to what ‘he’d LET happen to him’ he was an ACTIVE danger to them, and thus wasn’t allowed by Bruce to contact any of them or lean on them to any degree, until Bruce got amnesia and stopped blocking Dick’s pleas to return home by just not being there to pick up the secret phone line at all.

(And omg, the obliviousness that just EMANATES off the hot takes that Dick had a ‘choice’ in all this and he still CHOSE to do what Bruce told him....like. LOLOL, stop being pissy about me bringing up the term abuse apologism when its literal victim blaming to paint the guy who had to be beaten into ‘agreeing’ to the Spyral mission in the immediate wake of the trauma of DYING, all while his father vocally blamed him for his own suffering and the ‘threat’ he now posed to his family, keying directly into the guilt complex Bruce knows damn well is at the core of most of Dick’s motivations.....fucking please. There’s no choice in all that. That’s active emotional, mental and physical abuse aimed at directly manipulating Dick’s actions, delivered by the guy who knows Dick best in the world and whose approval - particularly when Dick is at absolute rock bottom aka Current Location - matters more to Dick than just about anything because his sense of self-worth has more in common with dog shit than actual dog shit does. Or something. Idk. That analogy got away from me. But like. You get it.)

BUT. I. DIE. GRESS. (I guess).

Aaaaaaanyway, so yeah! That repeating pattern throughout Dick’s life of ‘loss? What loss (singular)? My losses only come in groups, lolol, fuuuuuun’ - mmmm. Yeah. So that’s what’s on MY brain right now. Thoughts?

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Adoption Runs in the Family

by Kizzer55555

Words: 3580, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Danny Fenton & Damian Wayne, Danny Fenton & Thomas Wayne, Danny Fenton & Martha Wayne

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/47495650

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

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marauderundercover · 3 years

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The Strings that Bind Us: Ch. 17

Day 17: Carving

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Getting three boys with very different sleep schedules up and ready for an early morning flight is not easy. The entire family stumbles through the airport, barely put together as they make it to the gate just in time. Marinette huffs and turns to Bruce.

“I am never letting you plan our flight again.” She says, eyes narrowed.

“Oh, come on, love, it’s not that bad.” He says. She snorts.

“You’re lucky I love you.” She says, passing both her ticket and Jason’s ticket to the lady. The poor kid was practically sleeping while standing, and she was all but dragging him along. She’d carry him, but he was taller than her now. Growth spurt and all that.

“Maman, tell Dick that he is insufferable.” Damian demands crankily, a scowl on his face. Marinette glances at the shit-eating grin on Dick’s face and sighs.

“Dick, sweetheart, could you refrain from picking on your brother until after I’ve had coffee?” She sighs, helping Jason fasten his seat belt so that he can go back to sleep. She sets a blanket on top of him and kisses the top of his head, satisfied that he would be able to sleep now.

“I swear M, your blood has to be at least 85% coffee at this point.” Dick teases and she grins.

“Darn, guess I’m slacking. Better double my caffeine intake.” She says, snorting at the panicked look on Dick’s face.

“Wait, no-”

“Don’t worry Dick, she’s not actually going to do it.” Bruce says. Marinette raises an eyebrow. “Right?” He adds. Marinette just hums, settling into her own seat next to Bruce, grabbing onto his arm so that she can cuddle him and (hopefully) go back to sleep. She sighs in content as she feels him press a kiss to her head as she drifts off to sleep.

---

The next couple of months fly by, a blur of happy memories. Shortly after getting back from Paris, they manage to adopt Tim (thanks to Adrien, honestly). She also officially moved into the Manor around the time they adopted Tim. It wasn’t a huge change for her or the boys, it just meant she could finally stop forgetting things across town.

Summer zipped by, with first her birthday, then Tim’s, and then Alfred and Jason’s. There was an odd feeling hanging in the air on Jason’s birthday, as if the world was trying to figure out what to do with him. As if it knew he wasn’t supposed to be there. Marinette shoved that feeling away, using a little luck to make it leave the Manor. She didn’t care what the universe thought, her son deserved to be with his family on his fourteenth birthday. He deserved happiness and she’d be damned if she let some balance bullshit try and take that away.

End of summer brought October. Which meant it had almost been a year since Batman crashed onto her balcony. As she stands in the kitchen, grinning at her boys all sitting either at the counter or on the counter, she can’t help but feel extremely lucky. And loved.

“What’s on the agenda for today, M?” Dick asks, taking a sip of his hot chocolate. Marinette grins. The first and third Saturday of every month, Dick had promised to come over and have family time. Usually during the day, it was with his brothers and Marinette. And then a full family dinner in the evening. Slowly, but surely, the strained relationship that Dick and Bruce had had a year ago was healing.

“I was thinking we could carve pumpkins! I’ve never done it before, so I thought you boys could show me.” She suggests, frowning at the near identical winces from the three oldest boys.

“My parents weren’t really the ‘carve pumpkins together’ type.” Tim says softly. Jason nods.

“Yeah, same.”

“We were usually in rehearsals all month, or traveling to a new city. We didn’t really have time to stop and carve pumpkins. Wouldn’t have really had anywhere to keep them anyway.” Dick says.

“Can we use knives?” Damian asks, and despite every fibre of her being telling her to deny her youngest son access to knives, she says yes.

“Of course, minou. But we all need to have patience, because none of us have done this before, so it’s going to take a little bit of trial and error.” She decides before sending them off to get dressed and ready for the day before getting ready herself. She makes sure to dress warmly, as it was starting to get chilly in Gotham once again. A million different possible designs for her pumpkin run through her head. This was probably going to be their most relaxing Saturday in awhile. After all, they were just carving pumpkins. What could go wrong?

---

So much could go wrong. Marinette had her arms wrapped around Jason, trying to keep him from attacking Dick. Damian was attached to her leg, everyone was covered in the disgusting, slimy guts from the inside of their pumpkins and everyone was also screaming.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Dick? That shit is disgusting!” Jason screams, thrashing around to try and get retaliation for the glob of pumpkin that coated his hair.

“Oh, suck it up, Jay. You started it.” Dick retorts, wiping pumpkin off his face.

“This is not enjoyable.” Damian declares, his face twisted with annoyance as he tugs on her pants leg and points to his shirt which was, yup, covered in pumpkin guts. Tim just kept muttering to himself, something about miscalculations, as he stared at his pumpkin covered hands. Marinette was trying, desperately, to gain some form of control over the situation. Before Bruce, or god forbid Alfred, got home. She didn’t want to be banned from the kitchen, but it was looking more and more likely.

“Boys!” She finally yells, raising her voice up so that she can try to be heard over the screaming match between Jason and Dick. Everyone freezes and looks at her. “Okay, now, I understand that this got a little out of control-”

“A little?” Dick snorts, clamping his mouth shut at the look Marinette gives him.

“Anyway, yes, it got a little out of control. And I do not want to be banned from Alfred’s kitchen. Do you know what that would mean?” She asks, raising an eyebrow.

“No more cookies from Maman?” Damian says, and Marinette nods solemnly.

“If I’m banned from the kitchen, I can’t bake here.” She says. As if launched from cannons, the boys jump into clean up, their fight forgotten for the moment. Sighing in relief that it actually worked, Marinette rushes into helping the boys. Once the kitchen was spotless, save for the five new Jack-O-Lanterns on the counter, she sends the boys upstairs to shower and change since they were all still coated in pumpkin guts. Maybe carving pumpkins wasn’t her best idea.

---

Finally making it home an hour before dinner, Bruce frowns at the silence when he walks in. Despite his constant reassurance that she didn’t have to ask, Marinette never used any of the cars without asking. Which meant, in theory, she was still at home with the boys.

“I believe they are all in the theatre, sir.” Alfred says, a small smile on his face as he greets him.

“Thank you, Alfred.” Bruce says, nodding at the man before heading to the theatre. Pushing the door open, his heart warms at the sight. Marinette was sitting in the middle seat of the couch, Jason on one side leaning against her shoulder, and Tim doing the same thing on the other side. Damian was on her lap, and Dick was sitting on the floor leaning against the couch so that he was still close to everyone else. And they were all asleep. Bruce grins, pulling out his phone and snapping a quick picture. He knew Marinette would love it. The ring that he had hidden upstairs suddenly pops into his mind, but he pushes the thought away. They had plenty of time, there was no sense in rushing into things.

“Hey.” Marinette says softly, grinning at him. He smiles back.

“Did I wake you?” He asks, keeping his voice soft to avoid waking up the boys.

“I wasn’t really asleep. Just...resting. It felt too peaceful to try and actually pay attention to the movie.” She admits,

“Would you like me to leave you until dinner, then?” He asks, suppressing a snort at the pout that immediately appears on her face.

“No. I want you to join us.” She says. Bruce scans the couch and his family, trying to figure out the best way to do it without waking someone up. Taking a deep breath, he somehow manages to shift everyone so that Marinette is in his lap, and the boys (minus Damian, who was still clutching onto Marinette) were leaning against him.

“How long can we stay like this?” Marinette asks.

“We have an hour until dinner.” Bruce says, and Marinette nods, cuddling against him. Try as he might, Bruce can’t stop his eyes from fluttering shut, feeling completely at peace. Taking in a deep breath, he lets himself drift to a light sleep. --- BONUS Alfred glanced at the picture on his desk, smiling softly at it. It was his new favorite picture, and once Master Bruce finally gave Miss Marinette the ring, he would pass along a copy of the picture. After all, it was their first family picture.

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