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dead-sane-stuff · 8 months
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Just Batfam tingz pt 2 ft: batsis. Or bro 🤷
Jason: I dont wanna talk about it
Dick: You sure? I'm a pretty good listener
Jason: Then why didn't you hear me say I don't wanna talk about it
Source: Young Sheldon
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*On a mission*
Tim : if this works then this will be the best day of my entire life
Y/n : damn, your life must really suck.
Source : regular show
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Bruce: Wait you all read (Y/n)'s diary?
Tim : Yeah
Jason: Uh huh
Damian: *Tsk*, what I can stomach
Dick: Oh I just skim through it, to make sure they're not on drugs.
Bruce: W-What does it say?
Dick: It's says "I am not on drugs"
Source: Bob's burgers
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Bruce : (Y/n) sometimes life is hard
Y/n : Bruce sometimes you're a piece of shit.
Source: trailer park boys
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*Red Hood on the News *
Red hood: Yep it was tough, but I can't take all the credit I had a little help from two others.
*Nightwing and (Y/n) in the background*: 😀
Red hood: from my left gun and my right gun 🥰
*Nightwing and (Y/n) in the background*: 😑
Source: bob's burgers
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thealtoduck · 2 months
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My Little Love
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Selina Kyle x Son!Reader
Bruce Wayne x Son!Reader
Warnings: Fluff…
BatCat!Bro Masterlist
Summary: Bruce finds out you snuck out again alone at night and decides to follow you…
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Bruce had just finished up his patrolling for the night when he got a call from Alfred. ”Master Bruce, you wouldn’t happen to know Master Y/n’s wherabouts?” He questioned. ”I thought he was at home, didn’t he say he’d be studying” Bruce said.
”Apparently not, his window was open and we suspect he snuck out again” Alfred explained. Bruce let out an annoyed huff and said ”Track his phone and send me the location”. Bruce made his way to the Batmobile as Alfred sent him the data.
Your location showed on the Batmobile’s map, you were inside a bus and it was moving, Bruce started the car and drove to follow you. The map showed you were on a bridge leading out of Gotham, Bruce wondered what you wee up too. He sped up the car and drove towards the bridge.
After driving for a while he saw your icon had stopped on the map, it had stopped next to an old gas station. Meaning you must’ve gotten off the bus there. Soon Bruce arrived and parked the Batmobile in the gas station parking and got out, you were nowhere in sight.
He walked around the corner of the closed station where he found you, leaning against a wall, back turned to him. Bruce silently made his way behind you and placed a hand on your shoulder. You suddenly turned around with a balled up fist, punching Bruce in his armoured chest.
Which was a mistake on your part. You let out a small wince in pain. ”Don’t sneak up on me, Bruce” you said annoyed rubbing your now bruised fist. ”What are you doing out here?” Bruce questioned plainly. ”None of your business, now go home” you told him.
”I thought Dick talked to you about the whole sneaking out thing” Bruce said. ”I didn’t ”sneak out”, i just left without telling anyone and i had a good reason too” you defended yourself. ”What do you mean, you ”had a good reason too”?” Bruce asked. ”Like i said it’s ”none of your business” now go, i’m waiting for someone” you said looking around. ”Who?” Bruce questioned.
”I think he’s looking for me” a familiar voice spoke up from behind Bruce.
Bruce turned around and was met with Selina, you immediately ran past Bruce and in to your mother’s arms, as you were wrapped in a tight hug. ”Hi, my little kitten” Selina said lovingly in your embrace. ”Selina?” Bruce said suprised.
”Hi Bruce, it’s been a while” she greeted. You and your mom spent about an hour catching up on what the other had been up to, since you moved in with Bruce and the others and since she went on the run. Bruce stood silently and listened, not wanting to interrupt knowing how much you had missed your mom.
”Are you coming home soon?” you asked her hopefully. ”Not yet, they’re still on my tail but as soon as i can, you’ll be first to know, okay?” she explained. ”Okay” you uttered disappointed. ”Y/n, can you give me a moment to speak with your dad?” she asked. ”Sure” you said walking towards the parking lot of the gas station.
”You know, i’ve missed you too, Bruce” Selina said giving him a kiss on the cheek. ”I’ve missed you too, Silena” Bruce said warmly. ”So, how has he been behaving?” Selina asked referring to you. Bruce gave a slight smile and started ”Well…”.
”He’s secretive and tough, he steals from his siblings, he sneaks out without telling anyone, gets in to fights at school and somehow has decided he thinks Black Canary is cooler than me” Bruce explained. ”That’s my boy” Selina said proudly and quickly added ”Our boy”. Bruce smiled turned slightly saddened. ”I think he sees himself mostly as your boy” he said.
”That’s my fault” Selina admitted and continued ”I should’ve introduced him to you sooner and let him get to know his father before just leaving, but he loves you, i can tell”. ”How?” Bruce questioned. ”Otherwise he’d sneak out and not come back” Selina explained.
She and Bruce then walked up to you waiting on the gas station. ”I’ll need to get going soon, Bruce, can you go wait in the car” she said and walked towards you. Selina grabbed you and pulled you in to another tight hug. She then said softly ”Look Y/n, you need learn to trust your dad, i know he’s been gone for 13 years of your life and that was a bad choice on my part”.
”Don’t hold it against him that he wasn’t there for you, okay?” she finished and you nodded. ”Now run along your dad is waiting” she said and put her biking helmet on. She then started her bike and drove off. You went back to the Batmobile and sat down in the passenger seat.
”Sorry, i snuck out again, B-… Dad” you said, the word dad feeling strange in your mouth. ”It’s okay, Y/n, it was ”none of my business” after all” Bruce said jokingly and started the drive home. By the time you two got back to the manor you had fallen asleep resting your head against your dad’s shoulder.
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moonlit-imagines · 3 months
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a/n: me when i externalize my internal DCEU storyline (i like making my OCs reader in a way teehee) also maybe i will make HCs of this reader idk
not requested
You were one of the few faces Barry recognized when he mixed up the timeline so bad. Unfortunately for him, you had no damn idea who this kid was. You looked older, were older. But you were still Bruce’s kid. “Yeah, I can’t do that, Harry.”
“Uh, it’s Barry, but, uh, why not?” He replied, getting a little more frustrated at these converging situations. Getting his powers back, stopping Zod, fixing his mistakes. “I mean, you’re not exactly like my y/n. You’re like, severely badass and somehow even more stoic. And you have a whole army.”
“If what you’re saying about these ‘Kryptonians’ is true, I won’t put my soldiers in danger for a war they can’t win. They’re assassins, but they’re still human.” You explained to the timeline twins. “And I haven’t put on a Batsuit in ages, not that it’d do us much good.”
“Yeah, kid, after y/n’s mom and grandfather died, she gave up on the whole vigilante thing—so did I. The League of Shadows is peaceful, Gotham was saved, and we don’t have all these…what do you call them? Metahumans?” Bruce explained, turning to you. You cracked a smirk and shrugged.
“I’m sorry we can’t be more help, we just aren’t the same people you know.”
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dccomicsimagines · 1 year
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A Day With Dad - Batfamily x Reader
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Requested by Anon - Now what would really be cute, is Batman bringing his youngest (male reader) to the watchtower for the first time? The league is shocked! Bruce is just like the meme, what’s that?, it’s a smoothie
Author’s Note - This takes place during Dick’s time as Robin. It made the most sense to me. 
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In the deep darkness of sleep, Bruce could almost hear little footsteps running down the hall. At the sound of his bedroom door opening, Bruce burst through the surface of conscious. Fast footsteps ran to his bed before he heard a jump. 
Opening his eyes, Bruce held up his arms only to catch a ball of endless energy in the form of you. Bruce smiled as you belly laughed. “I told Alfred you were awake,” you said. Bruce held you above him.
Bruce hummed softly. He slowly brought you down onto his chest. His ribs ached slightly, having been cracked the night before by a mugger’s lucky hit. 
“Dad, do you know what today is?” You smiled cheekily, snuggling close. 
“Wednesday.” Bruce hugged you to him. He kissed the top of your head as you groaned.
“Daaaaaaad.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Don’t tell me you forgot.”
Bruce felt a smile tug on his lips. “Is it my birthday?”
An adorable pout appeared on your face. “No.” 
Bruce ran his fingers through your messy hair. You were still in your pajamas. He wondered if he could get you to nap with him. “Christmas?”
“Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaad.” You reached up to mush his cheeks together. “Stop teasing.” 
Bruce reached up to pull your hands away from his face. “I think I remember.” He smiled at you, his heart bursting from joy. “Let’s see...is it our special day?”
“Yes!” You bounced on his chest excitedly. Bruce grabbed your hips and lifted you off him to save his ribs. “And Alfred said we can do anything!”
“Anything huh?” Bruce tensed slightly. Of course, Alfred would tell you that. That way, Bruce couldn’t use Alfred’s disapproval as an excuse. He held in a sigh, but he had to admit, the excitement sparkling in your eyes made it worth losing a day of sleep and work. 
You snuggled into his side. “First thing is breakfast in bed.” You grinned at him. “Alfred is going to bring it up. Fresh strawberries with cream and waffles.” You licked your lips, eyes wide. Bruce chuckled, holding you close.
“Sounds great.” He ruffled your hair, making you laugh. Bruce oddly thought it would be a good day.
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Bruce stood at the bottom of the stairs when he saw you barrel down in a Batman sweatshirt. If he remembered right, Dick gave that to you on your birthday. Of course, Bruce wasn’t thrilled, but it was your day. You could wear what you wanted. 
At least you were wearing his symbol and not Clark’s. Bruce had to hold back the glare that almost crossed his face. 
“Dad, are we taking the Corvette?” You hopped down the last step and hugged his leg. “Can I drive?”
“Yes, to the Corvette, no to driving.” Bruce ruffled your hair, smiling at how your little nose wrinkled. “Not until you’re sixteen anyway.”
You pushed his hand away. “I have the day planned.” You went into your pocket and pulled out a flyer. “First we go to Skyzone.” Bruce took the flyer, studying the image of wall to wall trampolines. “Then we’ll go to lunch, then the zoo so we can see the baby elephant.” You smiled up at Bruce cutely. “After we’ll come home for a movie night. Dick said he’d be home in time to join us.” Dick was with the Teen Titans for the week. Bruce didn’t really approve, but relented as long as Dick kept his identity from them.  
Bruce blinked. “The car is outside and running, Master Bruce,” Alfred said with a smile. You cheered, running toward the front door. 
“Alfred, what have you done to me?” Bruce mumbled to him once he knew you were out of earshot. 
“You’ll be fine, Master Bruce. It is good for Master (Y/N) to have a day with undivided attention from his father.” Alfred crossed his arms and gave Bruce the coldest glare he had ever seen. Bruce swallowed. “Master (Y/N) has been talking about this day nonstop for two weeks.”
Bruce held up his hands. “Okay, okay.” Bruce stepped around Alfred somewhat nervously. “We’ll have fun and see you tonight.” He hurried out where you were waiting impatiently by the Corvette. “Ready?”
“Yes!” You jumped in a circle, barely containing your excitement. Bruce couldn’t help, but smile back at you.
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Bruce raised an eyebrow as you played with the Robin figure you got in your Bat-Mite meal. BatBurger was crowded for this time of day. He nibbled on a fry and glanced around. The idea that he had a fast food restaurant named after him was still bizarre. 
“Dad, do you think Dick will want my Robin figure?” You looked up at him, smiling brightly. The trampoline park had been an excellent experience. Bruce actually was considering constructing a mini trampoline park in the cave for training purposes. You were able to get some of your endless energy out too.
“Maybe, but I think he’d prefer for you to have it.” Bruce folded his arms on the table. “Finish your burger, (Y/N).” 
You put Robin down and took another bite of your burger. Bruce glanced at his phone, frowning when the Justice League alert pinged. He tapped the button and sighed as it informed him Superman called an emergency meeting. 
“What’s happening?” Your smile fell. Bruce flinched slightly at how quickly your shoulders dropped. 
“A meeting was called.” Bruce pursed his lips. You set down your burger and shifted in your seat. 
“So we have to go home?” A slight tremble came to your lips.
Bruce blinked. “Yes.” His stomach dropped as you turned to look out the window, letting your head rest on the table. Your sudden change in mood concerned him. Was Alfred right? Did this day mean that much to you?
A sniffle came from you. Bruce froze, suddenly lost. Usually, he handed you off to Alfred when your emotions started to get complicated. Especially when it involved tears. Bruce rubbed his chin. If he brought you home like this, Alfred wouldn’t let him hear the end of it.
His phone beeped again. The meeting was to start in twenty minutes. He couldn’t miss it. It would set a bad example for the newer members. 
He pinched the bridge of his nose. You weren’t apart of his life as Batman. The league didn’t even know he had another son. However, you glanced up at him with teary, sad eyes and Bruce figured it would probably be fine. You could wear a mask and stay by his side at all times. 
“You can always come with me? If you want?” Bruce smiled when you sat up suddenly and looked at him like he grew two heads. 
“Really?” You bounced in your seat. “I can go to space?” You grinned brighter than the sun. “Do I get to meet Superman?”
Bruce had to stop himself from frowning. “Sure.” Why did both of his sons have an obsession with Superman? “But you need to stay by my side the whole time and do everything I say.” Bruce narrowed his eyes sternly at you.
You nodded happily. “I will. Promise, Dad.” Bruce slid out of the booth and gathered the trash. You picked up your Robin. “Can we get the Kite Man Flightastic milkshake before we go?”
Bruce followed your gaze to the advertisement display on the far wall. His nose wrinkled at the disgusting green color. How on earth did they get that color of green in ice cream?
“We’ll get it to-go.” Bruce dumped the trash. You cheered, hugging his leg. Bruce patted your head and wondered how he got wrapped around your finger.
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The zeta tube flashed, bringing Bruce and you to the Watchtower Annex. You gasped, looking around in awe with your Robin figure in one hand and your milkshake in the other. Bruce smiled. You had proclaimed he was a cool dad before stepping into the zeta tube. His chest puffed out slightly in pride. 
Bruce was in his batsuit. For you, he found one of Dick’s old domino masks. You even came up with a code name for yourself. Batkid, because Batboy sounded dumb. Bruce was glad he didn’t suggest Batboy, even though it was right on his lips. He was in the cool dad range, couldn’t fall out of it now.
“Wow, is that the moon?” You chuckled, pointing to the window. 
“Yes.” Bruce hummed, placing a hand on your back. “We’ll look more later.” He guided you down the halls toward the meeting room. 
Hal Jordan was outside the room talking to Barry Allen. Both were in their suits. Barry noticed you first, jaw dropping. Hal followed Barry’s gaze. He snorted and crossed his arms at the sight of you. Meanwhile, you were awed at seeing the Flash and Green Lantern in real life. Bruce had to reach down to close your jaw.
“Did you kidnap this kid to be your new Robin, Bats?” Hal said, smirking and leaning against the door frame.
You frowned, confused. Bruce put a hand on your shoulder and squeezed gently. “No, he’s my son. Batkid.”  
“Hi Batkid,” Barry said, getting down on one knee. He grinned at you. “What do you got there?” You relaxed, explaining your milkshake and your Robin figure to him. 
Bruce stepped closer to Hal once he knew you were distracted. He leaned close to whisper in his ear. “If you make him upset, I’ll break every single bone in your body.” 
Hal paled. “I’ll be nice. Geez, what do you take me for?” Hal mumbled, quickly walking into the meeting room. 
“Dad, Flash said he’d give me a tour of the Watchtower after the meeting,” you said, nudging Bruce’s hand. Bruce sent Barry a warning look. Barry just held up his hands and smiled innocently. 
“I mean you can come too, Batman,” Barry said before zooming into the meeting room. 
You took a sip of your milkshake. “You could be nicer, you know.” The look you gave him reminded him a tad too much of Alfred’s.
Bruce grunted in response, led you inside the meeting room. All eyes turned to the two of you. You blushed. Bruce felt you press against his leg, which you only did when you were nervous or scared. 
Somewhat protectively, Bruce scooped you up in one arm and marched over to his seat. He sat down with you on his lap, making sure the cape was around the two of you so you could hide if you wished.
“What’s that?” Booster Gold exclaimed, breaking the stunned silence in the room. He pointed straight at you. 
Bruce felt you flinch. He wrapped one arm around you, gently guiding you to set down your milkshake on the table. “A milkshake, Booster. You haven’t seen one before,” Bruce replied coolly. 
You laughed softly, wrapping yourself up in his cape and watching the room. Bruce had to purse his lips to keep from smiling. Clark stood up, clearing his throat. “I’ll call this meeting to order. First welcome to our guest,” Clark said, gesturing toward you. You waved shyly. A roll of chuckles echoed in the room. “Second onto the crisis in Markovia...”
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By the end of the meeting, you were fast asleep, snuggled close to Bruce’s chest with his cape around you. Everyone filtered out of the room except for Diana and Clark. Bruce stayed seated, looking over the notes of the meeting.
“So...Bruce, were you going to tell us about...?” Clark gestured to you. Bruce bristled, pulling you closer.
“There is no need for you to know about my personal life.” Bruce glared up at Clark. 
Diana shook her head and sat down next to Bruce. “I believe Clark is asking how we’ve been invited to your house for dinner several times and have never met or heard of your son.”
Bruce held back the urge to roll his eyes. “So you are hurt that you didn’t know everything about my personal life?” He felt you shift in his lap.
Clark sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Friends know important things about each other, Bruce.”
A reply was on the tip of Bruce’s tongue, but he saw you open your eyes. Bruce learned early on that you were the best excuse for a topic change. Shamelessly, Bruce used you a lot for this purpose. “Superman and Wonder Woman are here if you want to meet them,” he whispered into your ear. 
A blush came to your cheeks. “Really?” You peeked out of his cape to see Clark smiling at you before turning to see Diana. “Wow, you really are pretty like Dad said.”
Diana smiled, giving Bruce an amused look. Bruce quickly looked away. Clark raised an eyebrow.  Bruce narrowed his eyes at him, daring him to say something.
You climbed off Bruce’s lap. “Oh and Superman. You’re Dick’s favorite.” You went over to Clark. Clark picked you up. “But don’t tell Dad. He’s touchy about it.” 
“Be careful,” Bruce said. His chest tightened at the sight of you in Clark’s arms. He thought how quickly Clark could crush you. Logically, he knew Clark wouldn’t hurt you, but the fear was still there. 
“I will be.” Clark nodded before focusing on you. “Why don’t I give you a tour of the Watchtower?”
Bruce opened his mouth to protest. “Can I, Dad?” you asked, eyes wide with excitement. Looking into your eyes, Bruce sighed and nodded. You cheered and Clark took you away. 
“The protective father is a good look for you. Hmm, now it makes sense why you didn’t tell us about your youngest.” Diana crossed her arms, sly look on her face. 
Bruce snorted. “We can’t now. Don’t even give me that look.”
“What look?” Diana stood up and walked away slowly. Bruce’s eyes were glued to her hips. She glanced at him from over her shoulder. “I’m sure Clark’s tour will take a bit.”
Running a hand over his face, Bruce followed her rather eagerly. “But only a half an hour max. I can’t let another son join the Superman fan club.” Diana laughed and took his hand as the two found a place to be alone.
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“Dad, that was so cool!” You were a ball of excitement, bouncing around Bruce in circles with your Robin toy tightly in one hand. The two of you just arrived back to the Batcave. “Superman was so nice and space looked so big.”
Bruce smiled, putting a hand on your head to slow you down. “I’m glad you had a great time, chum.” He headed toward the changing room to shower and change. You followed him. 
Luckily, you were too busy with the tour and Clark to notice Bruce was missing for a good half an hour. Bruce smirked as he reminisced that half an hour before pushing it away. He didn’t need you to suspect something was up and ask if Diana will be your new mother. Bruce shivered at the thought.
Meanwhile, you chattered about the Watchtower. Bruce listened, humming when you paused so you knew he was still listening. He changed out of his suit, stepped into the shower while you sat on the bench, eyes down, but still talking.
“Did I hear, right?” Dick’s voice came from the doorway of the changing room. Bruce smiled when he saw you jump up and run over to Dick. “You went to the Watchtower, little bat?” 
“I did!” You jumped into Dick’s arms. Dick spun you around, making you laugh. Bruce turned away to focus on washing away Diana’s perfume that still lingered on his skin. You recounted the day to Dick, showing him your Robin toy. “And I met Superman and Wonder Woman, but Dad is still my favorite hero because he puts them in their place.”
Bruce choked. Dick smirked. “He does, doesn’t he?” Dick spun you around again. “My favorite is still Superman and you can’t change my mind,” Dick teased, distracting you again.
Did Dick know about his relations with Diana? Bruce frowned, turning off the water and grabbing a towel to dry off. He hoped not. “Why don’t you two head up to see if Alfred has the snacks ready for movie night?” Bruce said as he stepped out with the towel around his waist. 
“Yeah! Race you,” you said, sprinting out of the room. Dick’s eyes widened.
“He’s fast. I guess the SkyZone didn’t take that much out of him,” Dick laughed before running after you. Bruce noted Dick was holding back to let you win. A smile pulled at Bruce’s lips at the sight. 
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“Aww, Master Bruce. Thank you for joining us,” Alfred said as Bruce stepped into the den. You and Dick were good-naturedly arguing over movie choices.
“I was just showering, Alfred.” Bruce took a seat on one of the armchairs, eyeing the tray with milkshakes, popcorn, and cookies. 
Alfred hummed, taking a seat next to Bruce. Bruce noted Alfred had dressed down, wearing a simple sweater and slacks. You must have convinced Alfred to join the movie night. “Master (Y/N) had a very good day.”
“He did.” Bruce smiled. “Thank you, Alfred, for making me see the importance of spending one-on-one time with my son.”
“You’re welcome, Master Bruce.” Alfred patted Bruce’s shoulder. “Now I would suggest you help the boys decide on a film before the milkshakes melt?”
Bruce nodded, leaving his chair to join you and Dick on the floor. You climbed into Bruce’s lap. Bruce held you close and wrapped an arm around Dick as the two of you still argued. His heart felt full.
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Hanging Criminals Pt 2 (Jason Todd X Brother!Reader) *PLATONIC
Characters: Jason Todd X Male!Reader
Universe: DC, Batman
Warnings: Mention of death and killing
Pt 1
Request: Hey are u willing to do a part 2 of hanging crimenals with the bat fam maybe jason trying too help him or some more angst if u want if not i understand thank u for your works anyway hard too find people who write for male readers on here nowadays
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It had been a month since your adoptive father had pulled you from doing patrol and shoved you into intense therapy about your past before your adoption in the Wayne family. Progress was slow, mostly because you didn’t want to be there, but Bruce had managed to find either the most patient or the most persistent therapist in the field, because you still went, and on the days you didn’t want to go in, the therapist came to you. Either that, or Jason would literally drag you there.
You hadn’t expected Jason to be the one most involved in your so called ‘recovery’ since he understood your mindset the best. He didn’t follow the ‘no kill’ rule Bruce had, and the pair didn’t get along on most of the time, but with Bruce pulling you out of patrol, locking away your weapons and suit, literally threatening to break your leg to stop you if you still persisted, the second oldest seemed to realise something. Bruce was scared. He was genuinely terrified about what was happening with you, and was trying his goddamn hardest to stop this now rather than later, and trying to stop you on this destructive path… a little bit like how he had done with Jason when he was younger, but this time taking a lot more action. 
He hated to admit it, but he saw the old man’s point of view, and he understood and agreed. Something really had to change, and instead of sitting idly like how he and the others had done previously when Bruce found out you’d hung a criminal again, he was gonna step up, be involved, and snuff this flame that was getting out of hand. 
“Y/N, are you ready?” Jason called, knocking on your bedroom door, the keys to one of the cars in his hand, his phone in the other, checking his messages, especially the one that Alfred had sent him with the time you had to be at your session, and the time he recommended he set off with you to ensure you got there in time. Jason chose to bother you to be ready 10 minutes before that set off time since he knew from experience that he would probably have to push and poke at least to get you to go. 
Today seemed to be no different. After a few second with no response, Jason hit his fist against the door, and waited a few more seconds, before he tried the door, finding it open and he opened the door, swinging it open. He leant on the doorframe, looking inside, finding you sat on the edge of your bed upright, head slightly tilted down, mostly ignoring the presence of your brother in the doorway. The look in your eye was… hard to read. There was an anger behind them, but accompanied by your slumped shoulders either showed frustration or defeat. He had understood your feelings. He knew you had heard the news. 
“He’s gonna kill someone.” You finally spoke up. The person in question was an elusive man you had been practically stalking for weeks prior to Bruce effectively grounding you, and when Bruce had put the others onto your cases, you had tried to get Jason on that specific case, but when Bruce saw that he instead took it upon himself. Surprise surprise, he caught the man in the process of searching for a victim. Bruce dropped him off with the police, but since he had a brother who was high up in law enforcement, he got out scott free last afternoon, all charges dropped. “He’s gonna kill who knows how many people before people realise what he’s doing, and they’re not gonna believe it’s him… so many innocent lives ruined, so many families without answers of who took aware their loved ones, all because no one ultimately stopped him. All because Bruce is too much of a coward.” You spat. 
“...I know Y/N. I’m pissed off too. Guess you heard me screaming at him last night about it?” Jason asked, getting a small hum in response. “We’ll figure it out. I’ll keep an eye on him for you off the record, and if I see anything, I’ll put a stop to it.” Jason promised you.
“If you see anything. It is completely possible that he’s already acted. You can’t watch him all the time.” You brushed off. “I’m not going to therapy today.”
“You have to, if you want to do patrols again.” 
“You and I both know Bruce has no intentions of letting me patrol again.”
“And I think he’s an idiot for it. He should know by now that fully revoking you from doing a job he himself trained you to do will only make you act out and go against him. I’ve talked to the others about it, and they agree. We’re gonna hound the old man to let you patrol but with one of us to get started again, and if he still says no, I’ve pulled a few strings to get you out of the city for a while,you just have to promise to lay low until we convince him to calm down and actually work with you. But you have to work with us as well.” 
You looked up at your brother finally, not saying anything at first, thinking about his offer to you, but ultimately knowing that what he and your other siblings were offering was much better than what your dad was, and that it was far more fair, and far less of a sacrifice for you. “Alright. I’ll behave.”
“Good. Now come on.” Jason pointed his head out of the door, and with far less resistance, you stood and followed him out.
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rainnyydaysworld · 3 months
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Reader: *coughs blood*
Dick: Don't die, Y/N!
Reader: Don't tell me what to do!
Bruce: And have you learnt anything this Christmas, Y/N?
Reader: …Not really.
Bruce: Nothing?
Reader: Tell you one thing I have learnt—Christmas; ultimately, commercial holiday. Who's the real winner at Christmas? Amazon. they have drones now! Tiny little dystopian slaves delivering iPads and headphones. I ordered a toaster; It was on the doorstep five hours later! Do we need that? It was 4.99! For a toaster! I mean, someone's being exploited there.
Steph: You know guys, sometimes I feel like Reader doesn't take me seriously enough.
Bruce: "Sometimes"?
Jason: "Enough"?
Steph:
Jason: Change that to 'at all' and we'll talk.
Damian: Who wants to go out of the country on a road trip?
Reader: Yea, I could drink legally!
Tim: I could hang out with the boys!
Jason: I could hide from the consequences of my actions.
Damian & Dick: *accidentally set the kitchen on fire*
Dick: We need an adult!
Damian: Grayson, you are an adult!
Dick: We need an adultier adult! Get Jason!
Reader: Hey Jason, I’ve got an idea for how to solve this.
Jason, pulling out a shotgun: Yeah?
Reader: Wh- No! That’s not the idea, Jason!
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randomperson3736 · 4 months
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Paring(s): Bruce wayne x son! Reader, batboys x brother! Reader
Warning(s): mentions of rape, kidnapping, abuse, boxing, blood, childhood trauma, swearing
Genre: angst, sad
Summary: you're Bruce's adopted son and a vigilante to gotham city, but you have a horrible past you can't escape from.
Word bank: M/N- male name, V/N- vigilante name
Two years ago today, you were found and adopted by the billionaire Bruce wayne A.K.A the infamous batman. He had found you when out on patrol with the others A.K.A nightwing, red hood, red Robin and Robin.
And not long after Bruce had taken you in, you become V/N, the newest vigilante to gotham streets. But no matter how hard the others tried, you never opened up or socialised with any of them. All you did was stay in your room and only ever came out if you wanted food, water, the toilet, school,to train or to go out on patrol.
They didn't blame you for this of course. They knew your past and how you grew up. But they didn't understand why. Even after being with them for two years now you never once did anything with them. Were you not comfortable with them? Did you not like it here? Did you hate them? These questions ran through everyone's head, even damian's.
Bruce and Alfred believed you had depression or PTSD but never said anything beacuse they wanted you to ask for help... but you never did. Everyone feard that you had let your past cloud your whole life. And you couldn't blame them for this worry and fear.
You would snap so easily, train to the point you were bruised and bleeding, never slept for more then 2 hours a night, barley ate anything during the day. They all worried about you and your mental health and you knew that,you really did. You did tried to forget your past, move on from it and be more open with everyone but the past always haunted you.
You grew up in an abusive household with you're so called mother and father. You're mother was a addict who died when you were 7 because of the drugs and you're father was a cruel man who thought he owned the world. When you're mother did died, your father never got over it and blamed you for her death. So he began beating you often, everyday of every hour to the point you nearly died.
That wasn't the worse part of it, oh no. The worse part of it was when your father, the man who was supposed to protect you from anything, would sell you off to other people for money. But he didn't care what they did to you along as he got the fucking money.
That's pretty much how Bruce came across you. It was a cold winter night when your father had beaten you and sold you off to another man who did unspeakable things. The man was also some crazy drug lord who Bruce had been trying to nail for weeks. You looked so broken and empty when Bruce had found you, his heart broke at the sight of you. All their hearts broke at the sight of you.
You were extremely grateful for Bruce and for everyone but you still felt cold and empty even with your new family around. Your past was almost engraved inro your skin like tattoos and every time you thought about it you went to train. Training was almost like an distraction for you. It helped clear your head and get your anger out.
You started punching the punching bag with brutal force, and bare hands....
"WHY?! WHY?!WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?!" You didn't even feel or see your hands bleeding nor the blood dripping down the punching bag and onto the cold floor.
Bruce and the others heard this and immediately stormed into the training room to find you in this... numb and empty state.
"Hey... no, no, no, what are you doing?! Hey it's okay... you're okay.... you're safe... you're fine... look at me M/N. You're okay..." Bruce said as he gently pulled you away from the punching bag and into a hug.
You sobbed into Bruce's chest, as each scream and cry that left your throat broke everyone's heart. "I-i'm sorry.... I'm so f-fucking sorry..." you sobbed out. Bruce just rubbed your back, trying to comfort you. "It's okay... you did nothing wrong, you hear me? Nothing" The others soon joined in on the hug, each one trying to comfort you in some way.
They wanted to make sure you felt loved and safe... and you did in that moment for the first time in years, you finally felt at home.
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once upon a time, an angel fell for a devil and they called it true love 🖤 yandere! Bruce Wayne x Reader.
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brianwashere · 8 months
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Heyyyy I love your dc stories and I wanted to ask if you maybe would write one for me.
Story would be: Teen trans!male reader that is (soon to be officially) adopted by the batfam and has been with them for a while. He didn‘t tell them he was trans and Jason was going into reader‘s room for a usb stick or something like that and sees blueprints and a handmade binder reader made so he can patrol better. Reader walks in on Jason staring at the binder and almost get‘s a panic attack. That is because the adoption is to be official soon and reader is scared that they would kick him out for being trans. Jason comforts him and it turns into a heart to heart. Dick and Tim were searching for their brothers bcs patrol starts soon and they didn‘t show up in the cave. They find them in reader’s room. And then fluff just ensues.
This is SUPER self-indulgent and I would love for you to write this since I‘m awful at writing myself :)
He he ha ha. I am feeling DEVIOUS with this one >:))
I love older brother Jason sm. Btw I also got the title from “Living on the Sand” by Colter Wall. I love that album sm.
**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from DC**
Pairing: Batfam x trans!batbro!reader
Genre: hurt/comfort
Summary: go to req
Tw: near panic attack, kinda forced coming out(?)
Forgive me forgive me, don’t it sound more clear
Four days. Four days until you become a legal member of the family. At first, you were ok keeping being trans a secret, but the closer the official adoption day came, the more anxious you became. Sure, Bruce donated to tons of LGBTQ+ charities and several of your brothers were on the queer spectrum, but how would he feel having a son who was…different?
Would he still want to adopt you? Even worse—you knew your family’s more private lives. How you had taken on a private life. What would happen when Bruce tosses you aside when he inevitably finds out?
You were sitting in the kitchen, scrolling on your phone and eating cereal despite it being around 12:00 am.
The door to the kitchen opened and you glanced up to see Jason coming in, clad in his Red Hood suit, save for the helmet.
“Yo, loser. You got a free usb? Need it for blackmail storage.” He asked casually.
You raised your eyebrows in a ‘seriously?’ expression and swallowed the bite in your mouth.
“Yeah, it’s in my room on my desk. Next to the lamp.” You went back to scrolling through your phone. “You better buy me another one, I need it for a school project.”
Jason just gave you a thumbs up and walked out of the kitchen. When he got to your room he walked to your desk and grabbed the usb, but something akin to blueprints caught his eye and he stopped to examine them.
‘Hope he doesn’t go snooping through my room, I could have embarrassing stuff lying around.’
You thought to yourself, taking the final bite of cereal.
‘Though I don’t know what he’d find—basically everything embarrassing is hidden or put away…’
You drank the milk from your bowl and got up to put it in the sink.
‘What did I even do in my room today?’
You were hardly paying attention to whatever was on your phone screen now.
‘basically just worked on making my binder and I put that away—‘
Your heart dropped to your stomach and suddenly the cereal wasn’t sitting well with you.
‘You didn’t put it away because you weren’t done with it tonight. You didn’t put it away because you were hungry.’
You dropped your bowl and it shattered on the kitchen floor. You ran as fast as you could to your room, through the broken shards of the bowl.
You practically threw yourself up the stairs and sprinted so fast to your room you almost passed it. You caught yourself on the doorframe, panting heavily. Your feet stung so much, you dropped to your knees.
To your horror, Jason held the design for your binder in one hand and the prototype in the other. Your throat constricted suddenly and you heaved for air. Jason looked at you and he dropped the binder and blueprints in his hand. He rushed to your side.
“Hey hey hey hey. What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Deep breaths. In for four, out for four. Follow my breathing.” Your older brother placed your hand on his chest and demonstrated the breathing patterns.
You followed to the best of your ability, focusing on being able to breathe so you could talk and explain and maybe—just maybe—have a chance to not blow this.
When you could breathe relatively normally again, you immediately began to explain.
“I swear—I swear—it’s not—I don’t—I just—PLEASE DON’T KICK ME OUT! YOU’RE THE ONLY REAL FAMILY I’VE EVER KNOWN AND—” You settled for when you couldn’t explain what was found out about you.
“HEY!” Jason snapped you out of your rambling. “Who said anything about being kicked out?”
You hadn’t even realized his arm was around your shoulders but it suddenly felt comfortably heavy. You rubbed away the tears that had gathered in your eyes and looked at him.
“First off, you’re still being adopted, ok? Nothing will change that.” He started with. “Second. What you’re doing is extremely dangerous. Why are you binding unsafely?”
You looked up at him.
“I just…I couldn’t bring myself to even consider coming out to you.” You gulped heavily, looking back to the ground. Jason’s arm tightens around you comfortingly.
“I’m sorry if we ever made you feel like that. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like that.” Your older brother says sadly.
You shook your head ‘no’, leaning into him.
“It wasn’t your fault. I just didn’t have the courage…” You trail off.
“When I came out—it—“ Jason huffs a laugh. “Man—it was awful.”
You looked at him, urging him to keep going.
“Ok, so I found out I like guys and girls, right?” He was smiling now, adjusting himself into a more comfortable position. “But I was all anxious to come out, ya know? I found a guy I wanted to go out with and I didn’t wanna hide it from…dad.” You didn’t ignore Jason actually calling Bruce ‘dad’.
“—and this was before Dick came out so he had like barely any idea about labels and stuff—“ Your older brother continued. “So I stand up and tell him ‘Bruce, I’m bi.’” Jason paused.
“And?” You asked.
“I have never seen someone so smart, so confused. He says—entirely seriously—‘Jason, you only speak one language.’” Jason burst out into laughter.
You laughed with him. It felt nice. You felt seen, in a way.
Time passed, you’re not sure how long. Maybe an hour? It was long enough for two of your other brothers to take notice and look for their missing brothers, ready to berate them for being late to patrol.
You and Jason were on the floor wheezing after he had showed you some meme he found.
You heard a knock on the door and saw your two older brothers peer into your room. Dick titled his head and Tim raised an eyebrow at the state of you and Jason. Them walking in sobered you up a bit from your laughing fit. You swallowed and glanced at Jason. He sat up and nodded at you encouragingly.
Dick and Tim glanced between the two of you. You stood up and cleared your throat.
“I’m—I’m trans.” You ripped the band aid off.
Dick and Tim blinked owlishly at you. Tim talked first.
“So…your pronouns are—?” Tim started.
“—he/him.” You interrupted.
Tim nodded, still seeming to process the information. Your answer seemed to only confuse Dick more. Jason made eye contact with Dick and gave him a look of “say something, asshole.” That startled Dick from his stupor.
“Dude! I’m so proud!” He said gleefully, opening his arms for a hug, which you gladly gave.
Tim gave you a side hug too.
“Does Dad know?” Dick asked.
You shook your head
“No.” You sighed.
“You probably should tell him.” Tim patted you on the back.
“But what about the adoption—“ You were cut off by Jason.
“Hey, what did I say about the adoption?” Jason scolded.
You groaned. “Yeah yeah…coming out won’t change anything…” You sighed.
Your three older brothers nodded in approval which made you roll your eyes.
“We’re proud of you.” Dick smiled and ruffled your hair. “Bruce will be too.” He added.
“Proud of what?”
You looked to the door and saw your father standing in the doorframe.
You took a deep breath and walked over to your father.
“Dad, I’m trans.” Your voice cracked and you couldn’t meet his eyes.
A large hand rested on your shoulder. You looked at Bruce.
“Well we better make sure those adoption papers are correct then.” He smiled at you.
And you smiled back.
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morgansunflower · 1 month
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Compare To You
Jason Todd X Reader
Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language and minor angst
Words:1168
Arthur's notes! Tyler is Jason's, and Isabel(who's deceased) son by blood.
After their engagement Jason and Y/N take things slow after finding out Jason has a, son from a, past relationship.
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Isabel and Jason dated a few months after he had joined the outlaws. At the time he was lonely, he missed Y/N but he was afraid of her reaction that he was alive. Had she moved on?.. Though laying next to Isabel, made him feel guilt that wasn't needed.. Because Y/N and him weren't even a couple. At least since the Lazarus brought him back. Though as soon as Isabel found out he was Red-Hood, they broke-up. Truthfully he was glad they did given it wasn't fair for them to be together, when his heart would always be missing Y/N.
5 year's later Jason holds the little boy who instantly clung to his Dad. His baby boy. His little boy. His mom died 9 months ago in a, car accident. He was contacted, as he was Tyler's biological father. Isabel never told him she was pregnant. He did care about her but not as near as deeply as he did for Y/N.
Everyone was naturally shocked meeting the adorable little boy. Bruce could barely keep his heart calmed as, Tyler looked just like his dad.. Like his own son. What made Jason feel a mountain of relief.. Was Y/N's unwavering support.
The engaged couple decided to take things very slow. She was introduced to Tyler and instantly felt adoration for the little boy who looked just as the man she loves.
With a batch of cookies she made. Y/N headed to Jason's for dinner. She knocks on the door to his new house. They hadn't moved in together, not wanting to overwhelm Tyler. Jason opens the door while holding Tyler.
"hey babe. You're an angel" he smiled seeing she brought cookies.
"hey Jason. Hey Tyler" she greets waving to the little boy
Tyler waves back which reassured Y/N he was warming up to her. Do to at first he was very shy when he met her.. Though her kindness to him and her motherly love. Healed more grieving pain to the little boy, than she knew. He adored her. She felt her heart warm as Tyler smiled to her. As Jason let her in he shuts the door.
Y/N puts the cookies on the table and lifts the lid. Jason put his very excited son down onto the ground. Tyler excitedly ran and sat on the chair with a wide smile on his face. Jason kisses her sweetly.
"thank you" he smiled softly to her. She hugs him tightly. "just one for now. You can have another after dinner" Jason told his little boy
Tyler nodded to his dad. Jason was overcome with admiration for Y/N. Her support made him feel secure that he was being a, good dad and she will always be here for him. She was genuinely making this so much easier.
"I love you" she kisses his temple
"I love you too" he mumbled resting his cheek on her forehead.
Tyler smiled eating a cookie "thanks Y/N" he said munching on the cookie
"you're welcome" she chuckled "he's so cute. He looks just like you" she mumbled
"yeah, you're gonna be a great mom. You know that?" Jason proudly said.
She softly smiled to him with love in her eyes by his words that were simple but felt profound "thank you for saying that"
"I mean it, and a baby who looked like you would be very cu--" she shoved at his chest playfully
"don't say another word! I don't want you getting any ideas too soon Mr" she exclaimed becoming flustered.
He shrugged "I'm just stating a fact. Besides it's not my fault your blushing" Jason smirks playfully
"shhh" she mumbled covering his lips with her finger.
Y/N put on a movie for Tyler and went to the kitchen to help Jason make dinner. Even though he didn't need much help, considering he was a really good cook. Thanks to Alfred.
The couple sat with Tyler while eating dinner together. Jason loved moments with her and Tyler, doing the simplest things. It had become routine for Y/N to come for dinner every night. It made him feel whole however it hurt every time she left. Though it gave him comfort it wouldn't stay that way.
As everyone enjoyed their cookies. Tyler blinks a few times. He yawns rubbing his, little eyes. Jason rubs his head soothingly.
"I think it's time we get you to bed munchkin" Jason cooed to Tyler.
"noooo" he whined "I don't want to"
"I know it's hard but you gotta get some good sleep" Jason said
"your Dad's right. You'll feel better if you get some sleep and tomorrow we'll have fun" Y/N smiled to Tyler..
"can you bring cookies?" Tyler asked grinning
She chuckled "sure kiddo. Or I can make them here? You can help me?"
"yes please!!" Tyler excitedly said while clapping
"ok kiddo time for bed. Tell Y/N goodnight"
Tyler gets up from his chair he holds his Dad's arm leaning him down. He whispered in Jason's ear. His dad smiled in adoration to his sweet little boy.
"Y/N would you like to join us for bedtime story?" Jason asked her
Y/N smiled her heart warming that Tyler wanted her to come with them.
"I'd be honored"
Y/N and Jason laid down in the small bed with Tyler snuggled between them. The lights were with the lamp on for a, source of light. Jason read the children's book out loud. He spoke softer as Tyler's eyes slowly close. Jason reaches over placing the book on Tyler's nightstand.
Carefully Y/N leaves the bed and stands. She waits for Jason by the door. The vigilante acted as though he was handling a ticking bomb. He carefully leaves the bed and adjusted the blanket on his son. He kisses Tyler's forehead and turns the lamp off.
The two step out Jason leaves the door cracked incase Tyler as a, nightmare. He rarely did but it made Jason feel better to know he could hear him more easily if he does.
"it's like dealing with a bomb" he whispered
"is it bad that I know exactly what you mean" she chuckled
The couple reside to Jason's room for adult time. Jason pampers her with affection. His heart feels whole and yet he couldn't stop thinking how much he hated she couldn't stay.
"what do you think about going ahead and planning for the wedding?" Jason asked kissing her jawline
"already? Are you sure? I mean so soon" she asked wanting Jason to be sure he was ready unveil all of the planning and preparation.
He rubs her cheek with his thumb "I am. So is Tyler. He keeps asking me when are you coming. He adores you Y/N. We both do" he smiled kissing her lips "I am tired of waiting for us to be a official family. I want your home and my home to be the same.. I'm ready for this"
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tinkerbelle05 · 10 months
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You Are Enough Pt. 1
Characters: Jake x son!reader, Neytiri x son!reader, Lo’ak x brother!reader, Neteyam x brother!reader
Genre: Angst Hurt/Comfort (Comfort coming in Pt.2)
Summary: Avatar!Adopted son of Jake and Neytiri will be the next Olo’eyktan since he’s the eldest son, however, some people in the clan take issue with this. Because of this, the reader feels inadequate in his place within his own clan. Set before ATWOW
Word count: 3K
Warnings: Self-hatred, body issues, low self-esteem, self-destructive tendencies, low-key neglectful parenting
Translation: Olo’eyktan = clan leader, Sempul = Father, Sa’nok = Mother, Sa’nu = mom, Tsumkan = Brother, Tsmuke = Sister, Tsmuk = Sibling, Skxawng = idiot
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You stared at your reflection in the clear blue pond, and you hated what you saw. The small eyes, the hair on your eyebrow bone, the five fingers. The familiar pang of hatred filled your chest and spread all over your body like a forest fire, burning you. You hated the Sky people's features your Avatar body had. You hated how you looked so different from your clan, your people.
“Bro, you coming? Or are you too obsessed with yourself?” Lo’ak jokes from his place on a tree branch and Neyetam laughs at it. Right now you're tracking your Sa’nok for hunting practice with your Sempu and tsumkans.
“Hey,” Jake scolds them, “stop messing around and get over here.” He continues further into the forest, light on his feet and not leaving a trail.
“You heard the sergeant. Let’s go.” Lo’ak says mockingly and follows their Sempu’s path with Neteyam.
So you do what you do best and pretend that these feelings do not exist. Like they don’t keep you up at night or creep into your mind when you're at peace. You pretend to be okay. You pick up your bow and arrows and slowly walk into the forest.
By now, there are not any signs of your family but you see the slight messing up of rocks that weren’t there earlier. Even though you’re supposed to be tracking, you can’t help but marvel at the beauty of Pandora’s rainforest. The big lush green plants and canopy of towering trees surrounded them, the animals scurrying around them.
According to your birth parents, scientists turned warriors, back on Earth, tight spaces and skyscrapers were all that there was and most rainforests were either man-made or photos. Your parents…you missed them a lot. Every time you crossed a milestone, your mind wanders to them. What it would’ve been like, should've been like.
You heard something, instantly snapping you out of your thoughts. Muscle memory makes you grab your bow and arrow, and silences your heart to better your hearing. You hear the crunching and rustling of leaves from two different directions.
You slowly walk to a vantage spot where you can see both of the animals. Or ambushers. You ready your bow and take aim at the spot. You speak with a clear and loud voice, “Whoever you are here, come out right now.” In case it wasn’t an animal.
You waited but silence greeted you, and it stretches to the point where you wondered if you was imagining it from being on edge. But the sound of soft snickers hit your ears and you tried to not growl in annoyance. It wasn’t the deep voice of your Sempu nor the soft one of your Sa’nok.
“Lo’ak, I know that it is you,” you grumble and put your arrows back into the satchel. Lo and behold your tsumkan pop out from the bushes along with your Sempu, surprisingly.
You tilt your head to the side in confusion, “I expected this from Lo’ak, but you Sempu?”
Your Sempu gives you a teasing smirk and shrugs, “Made for a good test on your reflects.” He comes closer and put his warm hands on your shoulders. “You passed, good job ma ‘itan. Now let’s go back, your Sa’nok and Neteyam are already there.”
You walk back to High Camp. It was more a fortress than a village since the Sky people came back with their war and destruction. Led to a massive forest fire, many older Na’vi said it was reminiscent of the destruction of Hometree. That’s when the side eyes and comments began.
“It was totally so he can sneak up on you, dude. Shoulda saw the pout he had when you called our buff.” Lo’ak informs you, slinging an arm on your shoulder as the both of you stroll back to camp.
The walk was mostly silent, each lost in their own world. But you could feel something was off with your tsmukan. He kept biting his lips and not so sneaky glancing his way before hastily avoiding eye contact whenever your eyes met.
Fed up with this, you abruptly stopped the walk and asked, “Okay, what’s with the looks you keep giving me?”
“The better question, is what’s with you?” He asked accusingly with his arms crossed around his torso. If your heart wasn’t thundering inside of your chest from nervousness, you would’ve commented on how much he resembles your Sempu.
“With me? Lo-” You tried to deflect but Lo’ak wasn’t fooled.
“Don't give me that bullshit, dude. It may work with our parents but not with me.” He pressed on, backing you into a corner, literally and metaphorically.
“I’m fine, okay. Just drop it, you won’t understand,” you say in irritation, fed up with your tsmukan usual pesky persistence.
Maybe Lo’ak would understand. The accusing stares whenever they walked around the camp. People became bolder when you weren't with your parents about their distaste for your existence. But maybe at the same time, he wouldn't.
He was Na’vi, more than you ever would be, and his hairy eyebrows and five fingers will never take that away. No one can ever take that away. With you it was different, you was like Jake, an Avatar, a sky person, a demon. And unlike Jake, you did not prove yourself worthy of being there, your parents did.
You were allowed to stay because your parents, brilliant and brave scientists, gave their lives to protect the Na’vi. And Jake is the Toruk Makto, they can’t deny him.
But they can deny you.
“Dude, hello?” Lo’ak shakes you out of your thoughts. “You’ve been really in your head lately. So something must be wrong. C’mon, you can talk to me.”
“Please, Lo’ak, just drop it.” You hang your head in shame.
How can you be a good chief if you can’t even reassure your own little tsumkan? Bet Neteyam never has to do that.
Thankfully, Lo’ak does drop his questions and you make it back to dinner just in time. Sa’nok and Sempu were setting the plates on the table while Tuk was talking Kiri’s ears off again.
“That was a long walk,” Kiri notes, looking them up and down with suspicion in her eyes.
“At least they are back before Eclipse. Sa’nok and Sempu would’ve had you guys’ heads”, Neteyam jokes.
“Yea,” Tuk, ever the annoying little sister peers up at the two, “what were you two doing?”
You made note of your parents' ears tilting in their direction, yet they made no move to ask either of their sons. He had to be careful in his answer.
“Why are you guys so nosy?! It’s bad enough we gotta share a room,” Lo’ak huffs in bitterness. Made sense, he was a frequent victim of Tuk’s “jumping on you for my enjoyment” attacks.
Sitting down next to your Sempu, you answer, “We were just talking about guy stuff.”
Instantly, Kiri and Tuk became disinterested and began eating their food. Neteyam was only half-listening to the conversation. Too hungry to care or tease his tsmukes. This however got the attention of your parents though.
“What exactly was said?” Jake presses on, a glimmer of mirth in his eyes. You could see a slight smirk forming on Netyiri’s face as she chewed her food.
“Sempu,” you looked tiredly at him after realizing that this was just a joke for their suffering. Sometimes parents can be so cruel.
After dinner, you headed out to practice your aim some more. It wasn’t really practiced but more of a way to keep your mind from wandering to those thoughts. Those ugly thoughts drowned you and took away your air.
“Are you going out again?” Your Sa’nok questioned looking at your bow and arrows in hand. When you nod, she shakes her head and tsk. “You have been practicing too much lately. Go take a break, now.”
“But Sa’nok-”
“No.” She takes the weapons from your hands. “You can go out on your ikran but no training.”
“Oh, you’re going out,” Lo’ak comes out, looking suspicious. Almost like this was planned. “Mind if I go with?”
This was clearly a setup with Lo’ak’s terrible acting. Despite this, you nod and mount your ikran.
You remembered when you made the bond with (ikran/name), there were many times when you felt like you would die. But you made the bond and took off with your ikran. For a whole month, your Sempu bragged about how his amazing son broke his record. The Toruk Matko’s record.
The memory warmed your but immediately grew cold. You can’t help but recount some of the looks of the older Na’vi. They did not look proud or delighted, more like with irritation and disbelief. The same Na’vi, however, wore a look of pride when Neteyam got his ikran. When Sempu bragged about Neteyam.
It was then you saw the differences in how you, Kiri, and Lo’ak were treated when compared to Neteyam and Tuk. And it was clear as day as to why.
“Rioe is such a bitch,” Lo’ak groaned. He flew his ikran closer to mine and gestured widely with his hands.
Your brother goes on to vibrantly describe what Rioe Te Rewui Rärä'ite said to him and how they got into their daily arguments. This Rioe girl has been bothering Kiri for a while about her non-Na’vi features and then when Kiri, in true Kiri fashion, didn’t give her the satisfaction, Rioe turned her eyes on Lo’ak. Who would gladly return the fire, with zero hesitation.
You give your tsmukan the same advice you’ve always given him. Go tell your parents to clear this whole thing up. But like always he refuses the advice with pride. So much like Sempu would’ve done.
“Really? You're not gonna ask for help because of your pride? Talk about shallow.”
Lo’ak gives you a side-eye that can rival Neteyam’s. “You're a real hypocrite. I hope you know that.” He flew his ikran higher into the sky with annoyance. The sky was cool against your face and the stars were beautiful tonight. Clouds were sparse.
You guide your ikran to follow after him, so close that the creatures nearly touch and give soft growls in response. Clearly sensing the growing irritation of both their owners. “We are talking about you, not me.”
“Well, maybe we should talk about you. You seem...to be y’know,” he falters a bit and doesn’t finish his sentence. Clearly at loss on how to say whatever he wants to.
You both fall into an uncomfortable silence that doesn’t often happen with you guys. Mostly because there was never silence, always talking or laughing, frequently both.
Lo’ak was the first to break the silence, his voice soft but verging on breaking, “We used to tell each other everything. And now, you tell me nothing.”
You sit with that information. Replaying it in your head, latching on to each word, and dissecting it. He was right. You don’t tell him much or anything anymore. You didn’t even notice it, you can’t even pinpoint when you stopped telling him.
And like a coward, you couldn’t even raise your head to tell him you were sorry for it.
“Lots has been on my mind, Lo’. I am sorry though,” you deflect instead. “Eywa, the sky is-“
“Don’t”, his voice is low and agitated. “You are suffering. And you won’t let anyone in. Why?” He demanded of you.
“This…this is just different, Lo’ak. I don’t know, but it feels different, and I don’t think you’ll get it.” You said all of this without even the courtesy of looking into his eyes.
You heard him scoff at your flimsy excuse and heard the flapping of wings. You looked up to see his figure getting smaller and smaller as he headed back home.
You slowly exhaled and inhaled to calm your nerves. You knew that this was a setup to get you to talk, and you knew that it would end badly. But you didn’t think it’ll end this badly. When it comes to Lo’ak, if he walks, or flies away in this case, you and he are not on speaking terms. Just what you needed.
The tension between you and Lo’ak was present even though you tried your hardest to be normal about it. But it was hard to when he would stubbornly refuse to interact with you, for even the smallest of things.
Like you would ask him to pass your knife and he’d tell Tuk to do it and leave. It was rather aggravating but two can play this game.
“Okay, so now you take the knife and slice it through here, slowly, Lo’ak,” Sa’nok instructed.
Right now, Neytiri was teaching them to cut the meat they just caught from their hunt. The game was in the middle and all of us were in a circle surrounding it.
Lo’ak was cutting into the side of a Yerik, and he was obviously struggling. The cut wasn’t clean straight down, instead, there were jagged lines from his continuous stopping and starting. It was a sad sight to see, honestly.
“Oh, Eywa, how could he be this bad?” Kiri whispered to you, causing you to snicker. He really was horrendous at it.
“Come hold this done for your tsmukan,” Sa’nok ordered you. From the way her eyes were fixated on yours, this was something you could not refuse.
So you got up and slowly walked towards Lo’ak. His displeasure with what was happening was evident in the way his jaw tensed and the increased gripe on the hunting knife. But he didn't verbalize it, fearing the wrath of Neytiri.
You both worked together, you holding down the animal and Lo’ak cutting it. The silence was uneasy and made the time drag slowly like a snail.
“Y’know, if you would just tell me-” Lo’ak began to whisper. You cut him off with a deadly look, you were tired of having this same endless conversation with him.
“No, and acting like a child because I won’t tell you will not get me to tell you.” You growled at him.
He huffed and kept quiet after that. You caught Sa’nok looking at you both in the corner of your eye, and you had no doubt that she saw and heard that entire exchange. Just great, another person on your case.
After the lesson, Sa’nok pulled you both aside for a “chat”. There you sat in front of her, it was terrifying, I mean who wouldn’t be terrified at being stared down by their Sa’nok? But this was Neytiri we were talking about here. A fierce warrior in her own right and the dead silence with prolonged eye contact made you unnerved.
“Well?” She asked, leaning against a tree. We were a far way from our home, in the jungle. Little creatures ran across the ground and the wind flowing provided some breeze to cool you down. Unfortunately, it couldn’t calm your heart. You felt trapped, and it’s funny because all of the walls you built to keep your family out are coming down. And you feel trapped because of it. Isn’t that ironic?
“We just had a disagreement, Sa’nu,” Lo’ak lied through his teeth easily. Maintained eye contact and didn’t think too hard about his answer, but that wouldn’t fool Neytiri.
“Try again, Lo’ak,” she replied, “and try to not lie to me this time. You two are close and now suddenly, you treat each other like strangers. Something is wrong and you refuse to talk about it. So talk, now.” She got up from her spot and climbed the tree with expertise. She went up far so that she wouldn’t us but not too far so she could see if we tried to run.
“Have I done something wrong?” Lo’ak asked. It was..it was unlike his previous questions, full of accusations of mistrust. “We used to go to each other for anything, everything. And now you shut me out. You shut everyone out, (Y/N).”
“But, Lo’ak you wouldn’t get it…”, you protest weakly, you don’t even believe the words coming out of your mouth. At least you don’t fully believe them, you just say them hoping they’ll work. They never do.
He scoffs at this and narrows his eyes at you, “You keep saying that. I won’t understand this, I won’t understand that. But you never tell me what I’m not understanding so just tell me. Tell me so I can understand and help you, tsumkan.”
“You can’t, Lo’ak! You can’t help me with this, no one can help me with this but myself. It’s like you said, ‘If go to our parents then what does say about me?’ And I know what your gonna say, hypocrite, and your right I am one. But this issue...it’s…it’s more than just bullying or alienating. It’s different, and I don’t think anyone can fix it but me. Besides, how can I lead our people if I cannot handle this on my own?” You argued against him, frustration swells into your chest. This argument is going nowhere at all.
“Gah, you skxawng! Why do you act like being the Olo’eyktan means that you would be alone with all of the clan duties on your back! Sempu gets a lot of help, he’s never alone. So why do you assume you would be? That makes no freaking sense and we both know it!” He screams at you, becoming louder and louder with every word.
You didn't realize either of you weas moving until your back came against the tree. Just great, you were trapped yet again.
Lo’ak’s face crumbles and the anger he exhibited earlier is gone. “I just want to help my tsmukan, that is all I want to do. I see that you are hurting, and it might not be exactly the same way, but the reason is the same, right? Because we are not full Na’vi.” He chuckles dryly looking at his hands, his five-finger hands. “Because we are part Demon, right?”
Your head hangs low in shame, “Yea, it is. But like I said, Lo’ak, I got this. You don't gotta worry, okay.”
But despite the smile you plastered onto your face, you didn't believe a word you said. And honestly, you got the feeling neither did Lo’ak.
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dead-sane-stuff · 1 year
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Knock knock, let your new big brother in.
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Chapter Warning: , anxiety ( reader is about 12-14 ) , and language
Summary: New to the manor and the real world, (Y/N) meets a tall stranger with a some white strands of hair.
Part 1
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'This place is big' (Y/n) thinks. Oh wait not big. HUGE. Their heart beats rapidly just thinking of getting lost in this place. Even though this place is a Total upgrade from a bunker underground with nothing to do but sketch on the walls , it's scary. The bright lights from the glass candles make (Y/n) want to pass out. The long walking space makes them dizzy and standing at the top of the 'stairs' make their heart beat like scary fast.
It's scary to even look down from the top of the 'stairs'. The bunker didn't have stairs. Or bright lights, or big spaces with 'doors' big spaces away from each other. This is all new to (Y/n) and they're trying to adapt to a world they weren't sure was a thing untill like not to long ago.
It's was honestly a surprise to (Y/n) when someone wanted to 'adopt' them. They new nothing about the real world for one, they have never been to school, heck! , They didn't even know that many words!!!
If that wasn't enough, they stayed with a bad man for a week because they told (Y/N) they could 'trust' them. (Y/n) really needed a dictionary. And reading classes because they believed them. In that week (Y/n) ended up shooting 3 men in the red and blue machine. Yeah probably not (Y/n)s best moment. But at least they didn't stop breathing!!
Now it's dark and (Y/n) is still awake for specific reasons and is now thirsty. They debate drinking out of the sink faucet like last time but Mr Wayne's Butler (Alfred?) caught them and scolded them to drink the water out of a cup? " What's a cup?" (Y/n) question aloud. Then Alfred widened his eyes and guided them to the table gave them a plastic thing with the water in it and gave them a square this with scribbles in it. But alas, (Y/n) couldn't read.
So (Y/n) decided to get out of their bed and go down to the faucet in the 'kitchen' and get a 'cup' and pour themselves some water.
It's was dark so they didn't have to stare up as they walked down the steps. Though as dark as it was, walking down and up stairs were harder then a ladder in the dark so (Y/n) almost missed the first stair.
They walked down into the kitchen and turned the faucet on and grabbed a cup to get some water , poured it under the water and it filled it untill it was enough and put it to their "lower breather" (mouth) to drink. But when it goes in it burns. BAD
They scream and drop the cup.
And it breaks.
On their feet.
And they scream.
Even louder
(Y/n) tries to back up but the pain in their foot hurts too much they slip in the hot water and land on their butt with their feet lying in hot blood and even hotter water
Apparently (Y/n) wasn't the only one on that floor because someone else speaks which makes the scoot back into the wall
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If Jason was correct no one should be at this shit house beside Alfred.
Dickhead was at Bluvhaven, Big Bat was out for patrol, replacement was with Duke visiting family, cass was In Hong Kong since he doesn't remember, and the demon spawn was with the titans....or superboy.. or his mother till next week.
He doesn't know honestly. He wasn't paying attention. But he knows this manor should be almost empty.
That's kinda the whole reason he's even here.
Good thing he snatched the Demon's spare keys to the door while he wasn't in the room. Bad things is next week he'll probably get stabbed. He's willing to take that chance.
He unlocks the door and walks in .
Lights off . Check ,
Alfred's apron folded neatly on the couch. Also check.
Jason walks over to the couch plops down and relaxes. He releases a breath he didn't even know he was holding.
Now Jason didn't wanna fall asleep right on the comfortable couch for various reasons. But he did anyway.
It's about an hour later when he jolts up mentally cursing to himself for falling asleep on the couch. He should really go to sleep in of the many guest rooms so Bruce doesn't bitch at him when he gets back. But he's to relaxed so he drifts off again.
He's about to go off to Dreamland when he hears someone scream and glass shattering. Fuck.
Get quickly but quietly gets up. Luckily he just got back from his own patrol so he's got his baby's still loaded and on his. He grabs one of his guns, cocks it and makes his way to the kitchen and stops by the doorway. God fucking damnit. Hes pretty sure he locked the door thank fuck. How'd they get over the gate. Plus the over the top security.
Jason sighs annoyed at being woken up for this shit "look, I don't know who the hells out there , but I better hear your footsteps leave or so help me this bullets gotta be in your brain fast , the flash is gonna be jealous of it. Jason shouts.
No response. "Fine" he grumbles "have it your way" he enter the kitchen. right away he spots glass. He smirks
He walks in the kitchen and points his gun "GOTCHA" he shouts. What he sees almost makes him pass out.
That phony 'criminal' break in just happens to be some fucking little kid , feet covered in blood and water that must have accidentally broken ..... A glass cup, staring back at Jason like he just put the fear of God into him.
"Fuck." Jason mutters
He is so screwed
Wadiya think should I do part two 😏🕺
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thealtoduck · 8 months
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I Want It, I Got It
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Batfamily x BatCat!Bro!Reader
Warnings: BatCat!Bro being a problem child…
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Summary: Batfam is realising a bunch of their stuff are missing and then remember the son of one of the worlds greatest theives lives with them…
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”Has anyone seen my headphones” Jason asked as he came down to the living room, looking around for them. The others hadn’t seen them and helped Jason look, a while later you came downstairs seeing the others searching for something.
”What’s up?” you asked casually.
”We’re looking for-…… Y/n are those my headphones around your neck?” Jason asked in silent anger. ”Maybe” you answered innocently. Dick then glanced over at you and exclaimed ”Hey! That’s my hoodie!”. Tim then noted ”And those are my shoes!”.
”Y/n, have you been stealing their stuff?” Cassandra asked. ”Uhmmm…” you started and then turned around and sprinted away. ”Get him!” Jason yelled and him and the others started chasing you.
They did catch you eventually but you put up a good fight. It took 3 people to carry you down to the couch for an interregation. They put you down on it and surrounded you. ”Wanna explain why you’ve been taking our stuff?” Tim asked.
”Because i wanted it….” you answered as if it was obvious. Dick then questioned ”Really? Didn’t anybody ever teach you that stealing is wrong”. They all then noted your blank facial expression making everybody immediately realise the answer, with Jason stating ”Oh my god, no one ever taught him that stealing was wrong”.
”Oh yeah, right, son of Gotham’s biggest klepto” Tim stated. ”Y/n, what did your mom teach you about stealing?” Dick asked softly. ”Don’t be a pussy, just take it” Y/n quoted making the others look at each other and Dick then instructed ”Okay, so forget what your mom taught you and start by telling us what more you’ve taken”.
”It’d be easier to just show you my stash” you said standing up. ”You’ve got a stash?” Tim questioned as you lead them through the manor. You took them to your room and opened your closet revealing a pile of your siblings stuff.
”How come Alfred hasn’t noticed this while cleaning?” Cassandra asked. ”He knows, but he says having a hobby is good” you answered casually. ”Y/n, you don’t have to steal our stuff you can just ask us when you want to borrow it whenever you want” Dick explained with a smile.
”Okay” you said understandingly and then pointed at the pile asking ”In that case, can i borrow all of this for the rest of my life?”. Your older siblings looked at each other with a puzzled expression. ”Goddamnit Dick, now he has us cornered” Jason said frustrated.
Bonus:
”So, how come you didn’t take anything from Damian” Cassandra asked curiously.
”Come on, steal from Damian?… I don’t want to get murdered” you explained.
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alessabriel · 2 years
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Y/n Wayne!Venom! x Batfamily
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Grayscale  – Y/n Wayne!Venom!xBatfamily |  P2 ―
Summary: [Name] was a shadow among his family, on patrol and only stands out from cameras outside, every important aspect of his life was gray in a great work of art full of vibrant colors, even if he tried 200% he would never stop being monochromatic or so he thought until the arrival of something out of his world.
Cw: blood, typical canon violence, mention of suicides, self-esteem and mental issues, parental neglect, if I missed any let me know.
- Someone asked me to tag him and here I am: @venomsvl​ I feel like it's not a big deal, it's not a lot of anguish or a lot of fluff but I did it, I hope it feels good for you to read this c:
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↻ The arrival of Venom in your life only mobilized even more the endless empty hours in which your own mind played against you, the voice of the Symbiote filled your head and distracted you.  It was a breath of fresh air, a tender caress on the head after hours of crying and you could feel that your new alien companion could feel it, but neither had said anything yet.
↻ Just as you felt better, everyone noticed it but no one delved into it and the only one who did it as usual was Alfred, which was never new.  At that point he was your real Father.
||  The days were calmer with Venom's eternal talk inside your head, it was comforting to listen to them and apparently the silence didn't bother him, he could feel that you communicated mostly with movements so subtle that they could go unnoticed.  And his unmistakable deep, rumbling voice was welcome.  You didn't know when it had become everyday to have long conversations accompanied by food for both of them.
“I see that he has regained his appetite of old young master [Name].”
And without being able to avoid it you choked on the mouthful of pancakes dipped in that gooey chocolate fudge, fortunately small incidents like that Venom was good at pulling you out of it by mere instinct and stayed on your bare skin, hidden from prying eyes.
How little you knew.
Since Alfred kept a soft watch on you, you were the son who was most attached to his side.  The affection that protected you was undeniable, and unfortunately far exceeded the rest but they were secrets that he would take to the grave.  That's why his immediate reaction was to offer pats on your back seeking to help you not drown, and in that tiny instant he felt something that cushioned his palm.  Something under your clothes and moving, he didn't say anything.
"If having parasites leaves me with an appetite after I recover, Dad," you commented, unable to avoid your content smile, waiting for the reaction.
“I am not a parasite.  apologize!”  It was the voice that echoed in your head in a pleasant way.
And Alfred felt his heart squeeze by the naturalness in which that word emerged from your lips and it was the word "Dad", he could feel the love printed in your words and the infinite affection that lived in your sincere eyes when his gaze met with yours and every good feeling was increased by your giggle, that contagious and sweet giggle without bad intentions, it was inevitable not to laugh along with you.  Your laughter was so contagious that it was a shame I hadn't heard you laugh more often, not since those years.
“I can imagine it son, I can imagine it”
For the first time since the abrupt change in the fourth youngest son, [Name] let go of such iron self-control with his most beloved father figure and mentor of his in his existence.  No one looked at the brotherly love between them and that was fine, because for the first time they both allowed themselves to be selfish.
Finally Alfred could freely call one of his beloved masters, like his son without being interested in the label and finally you could freely love your dad, that figure you adored so much.  ||
↻ Your life began to travel much clearer paths, but you did not let go of your self-control and continued with the same rhythm in your patrol but alone, you could not work together with your brothers due to the difference between their methods and difference of thoughts.  Not when you could feel the sharp gaze of Dick and Tim silently judging you, it was irritating (Damian became more vicious in beating them, more Tim for his open creepiness directed at you and your perfection on the pitch, in your entire life, but this didn't stand out much thanks to the smaller Robin himself).
↻ That caused you such suffocating stress that not even Venom could lighten up with his idle chatter for your distraction and allow you to cool down (because Venom understood the falsehood in humans and as your own family flaunted it by hurting all its members and understood the because of your always perfect inexpression that did not leave anything in the air) because they both knew how cruel you could be.  And your eternal fear vibrated against the existence of your alien companion who lived in you, and Venom feared when that moment would come and they both tried not to think about that safe house that remained camouflaged with everything necessary to flee and maybe, just maybe go with your mother's family.  Wisdom and the matriarch's number weighed on your phone, as did the terror of breaking the rules and being kicked out of the family, of being thrown aside in the most horrific way literally and that subjected you to results you didn't want, to missions accomplished but unsatisfying for you and Venom.
↻ Although you gradually let go of that fear, with such delicacy and care, you began to make your own decisions explicitly based on your ideals, philosophy and way of thinking.  You couldn't see Jason's pride at your looseness, although rigid it was a tender freedom that you allowed yourself and he loved seeing that in his younger brother, a younger brother he would give his life for and perhaps the demon-possessed Damian, he lied telling himself that it didn't hurt to love all her siblings in the same way because the two younger ones earned her affection and affection.  Jason loved his two younger brothers with all his being, the last to join the family for being themselves, and hell swallow him alive if he did not treasure them with every tender, diabolical, Machiavellian and even brotherly antics they did including the most of the time (he always tried to lie to himself that he didn't cry when they gave him an exact painting of that puppy that died waiting for his return).
↻ Unlike Tim and Dick, both the youngest children of Bruce Wayne and the second eldest got along wonderfully, as time passed an unbreakable bond was formed between the three, they could hit each other, insult each other and play heavy jokes but never really hurt each other .  There was an unspoken brotherhood between the three, something that no one could understand but they did see strangely.  Jason specifically hated those weird, uncertain looks when you and Damian were having fun with things about boys your age, when you saw Damian laughing at being carried on his back in a zoo or you laughing at silly jokes.  Or when they interrupted everyone's painting sessions, Jason knew that he didn't stand out like his two little brothers but he loved spending time with his family without being tortured by the past, nor by the actions of his "Father" (he would never forget Damian's tears asking him for forgiveness for being the cause of making him relapse into his traumas, same dark days lit by you with a good whispered read, takeout and home cooked meals, quality time including Damian afterwards and healing together).  He would never change anything in his life, because that would ensure that he had met his two best little brothers in his life.
||  Still palpable and tattooed in blue fire on his eyelids remained the memory of you, how he had broken into his safe house and that no one else knew.  You wore commando clothing and well concealed loaded weapons, you carried a backpack and a sports bag with you.  Jason didn't have the strength to face you, not when he was a throwaway from the brother you used to know.
"No one knows your location brother, only me" you relieved his visible anxiety in his gaunt face, with stubble and eyes tired of everything.  And you just swallowed, seeing the trauma in his clear orbs "I brought things to stay with you Jason I hope you don't mind"
A dry laugh was only heard, his life was a disaster that would surely disgust, after all you were the epitome of youthful and childlike perfection.
“If you don't mind all the dirt, go ahead”
From there Jason remembered little, but you did remember everything: bottles of alcohol even with their content scattered in random places, ashtrays with cigarettes started but never finished and bloody blades lying around, it hurt to see your reflection in them.  But you weren't one to say anything, not when the scars weighed down the inside of her ankles, thighs, and forearms.  So you spent that day cleaning up Jason's mess to finish both in the room without windows but with a low temperature air conditioner and both with a sandwich with a juice box, it was the best they had.
"Why did you look for me?"  is the question before a listless bite of food.  Jason didn't want to eat but his body said otherwise.
You just continued to drink juice from the box through the straw, tasting the sweet and tart flavor of the cranberry before you could answer, watching television with a children's movie that you knew by heart.
"Because I would like at least someone in my family to support me and not that idiot B" you said before biting down hard on your sandwich and snuggling better, without taking care of your position for the first time, revealing the inside of your ankles with sharp lines one after another, some still pink and others just a white trace, you were aware but you would not say anything a father, not a good father, just a father in the first place”
Jason heard the pain behind your words, as someone who had carried years of heavy and eternal resentment, and perhaps he wasn't the only one who suffered at the hands of who should be his father.
"It's a piece of shit that even money can't outshine, right?"
"Never.  Do you want to play minecraft?  That usually relaxes me, Alfred showed me the game a long time ago”
Not only were houses built and mined for hours, Jason and [Name] inched forward, bonding like brothers vowing to leave hidden secrets in that safe house that they prayed no one would ever know.  No one would know what happened on that fateful day of the massacre at Blackmont Manor and no one would know of a father's sneaky method with his second son to get what he wanted to leave him traumatized.  Because reproach would not give anything good and they knew it.  ||
↻ Same times that were shortened by something, something that neither Jason nor Damian knew about but that would hit them horribly.
↻ Venom would never say it out loud but that lightness and elegant wildness was so attractive, you attracted people like moths to a light and he began to be a moth in search of that unique luminous glow.  I enjoyed seeing you more relaxed, hanging out with friends with uproarious laughter who invited you to drink, to smoke (he always laughed at you for your concerns about developing addiction or illness, Venom protected you on a systemic level, but tried not to be a habit) and to get lost at night between isolated parts on motorcycles and giving you an opportunity to take advantage of everything that surrounded you but you ignored for being so clinging to self-control to avoid being the center of your parent.
↻ That elegant and vicious savagery presented itself in your patrol, with the perpetual thought that both Venom and you shared the thought that there were people who should not continue to live and having Venom, you could follow that thought.  Not without first reaching agreements, agreeing on blind spots and investigating each person close to being devoured, Venom hated it but that gave them the security of only really bad people disappearing.
↻ Venom had times when he was in full control to chase down specific targets and devour them into the blind spots of cameras that infested all of Gotham like bugs, as raw meat and chocolate wouldn't always be enough, you knew that from the endless hours talking.  And although you dealt with that underlying guilt for months, you managed to deal with it to move forward, like everything in your life.
↻ Thus the disappearances began, criminals whose crimes attacked the innocent fell but there was a pattern that Batman did not take long to notice.  All those who died were charged with horrendous crimes such as horrific rapes, horrific murders for pleasure, intentional terrorists who attacked entire cities, people who attacked humanity itself and all within a specific schedule that was from 4:30 to 5:05 am of on Tuesday, Thursday and Friday.  However, no evidence of anything was ever found, only the disappearance remained with no bodies found.  But everything caused a bitter aftertaste in Batman that he saw more than his companions saw and it weighed on him.
↻ No one knew what was going on.
↻ Until suspicion fell on you, the non-existent clues pointed close to you and your brothers (except Damian and Jason) immediately thought it was you, no one doubted it and that went deep.  It went so deep that Venom felt that vicious chill of anger and betrayal rumble through your bones, because they don't ask, they just accuse.
↻ That tiny thought said out loud upset you, made you angry and furious for reasons that no one but Venom knew, an uncontrollable rage that you could barely contain inside yourself and that Venom little by little began to take as his own, to rage for all baseless accusations leveled at you from your own father.  When there was more behind, there was a lot more behind but since you weren't The Joker, Catwoman, Harley Queen and any of the Gotham villains that your father played tag with.  Because you were not The Joker who "repented" of what he did in the past to obtain mercy and help, the same as if he received.  But you, oh no!  Nerd.
↻ Everything exploded from one moment to another.
||  Never in your years of patrolling and being a vigilante did the suit weigh you down in such a way.  The damn bat was stinging your chest like a white phosphorus burn and the kevlar armor was suffocating you, the sweat itching your skin horribly.  In your head the voice of Venom did not make a dent in your own thoughts so violent, it was like pouring sharp stones inside your skull for everyone to shake you.
He was hurting you.  All the accusations caused your silence to make you even more guilty in everyone's eyes, because of course everyone followed that stupid rule.  I couldn't follow her, you couldn't when those bastards only got a year in prison getting out of jail early, those sons of bitches who destroyed your little family away from the central core and continued to rape, kill and take lives.  You couldn't, you couldn't conceive it when even the horrific scene of your mother being tortured and you forced to watch, you couldn't.  A stupid rule allowed vile beings like them to roam the streets when they snatched preschool girls, people from their families, when they kept torturing people and blowing up schools.  And both Batman and his team did nothing, they just played to send him to jail so they could come out later to continue their streak.
Nothing made sense.
And your silence, a silence so devoid of reaction, only gave reason to the 'best detectives' in the world.  Ridiculous titles to tell the truth, the situation at that point was funny.
"Won't you say anything son?"  questioned Batman with that damn voice that he used with criminals, he was treating you like a criminal when yesterday he had promised to attend your volleyball game (promise that would never be fulfilled).
And that made you explode, that stupid modulated and regulated tone of voice poked you in the wrong way just like that distant day.  You took off the command mask breaking it in your hand without even measuring your strength and Venom's momentum on your body, ignoring the look of Damian, Alfred and Jason, you couldn't stand it anymore.  Not anymore, you were fed up and the hatred was filtered to get lost, the resentment instead scratched you viciously and made you laugh.
Laughter that indicated you were far from you.  Damian felt his heart break to see you so broken, vulnerable and angry because you knew you would never kill because yes and by the looks of Alfred and Jason they knew it, only Batman denied any approach.
"What do I need to say if the incomparable Batman already blamed me, nothing will get you out of it" and your voice was just shaky, sounding so discordant from your normal tone.
And when Batman's hand wanted to touch your shoulder, a blackish mass emerged cutting the skin and protecting you at your weakest, most vulnerable moment.  Venom wouldn't let him hurt you, not again.
"I don't know what the hell I expect, that they even doubt me" you said prisoner of everything, of pressure, of pain, of anger, rage and rage as well as of fear, panic and terror.  You laughed hysterically trying to scratch your skin but Venom wouldn't let you protect your skin from your short fingernails and you couldn't take it anymore, no more "I don't know what I expect, dammit"
And everyone sprang into action as that blackish mass emerged to hover around you like a protective wave that repelled every thrown batarang and made you jump back as close to your bike as possible.  Venom tried to protect you but the unmistakable pain and anguish made you more angry, more out of you but it didn't matter.  He would protect your blind and weak spots, because he would first die before leaving you to die alone.  And since Red Hood was sneaking off with something in hand next to the younger Robin, they would help.
Within seconds of being attacked, Batman made everyone calm down, as if he were dealing with a wild animal without reason.  That made you even angrier.
“Yes, it was me who did everything and I really don't regret it!  Your eternal crusade is useless because you only play hide and seek with those sons of bitches” you retaliated with anguished cries.
"It's not what you think son-"
"Don't call me son with a damn! You don't even know the most basic of me. And the little you know is because of Alfred" you answered in the middle of hysteria feeling how Venom threatened to take control and you pushed him down, with the last what was left of you you ripped off the useless gray chest emblem throwing it away from you at your father's feet, getting as far away from them as possible and having the motorcycle in your sights covering you hastily with the helmet "And you know what? I don't matter!”
Before anyone could react, several tear gas and smoke bombs exploded at the same time, catching everyone off guard because it was coming from three different directions.
It was only the beginning of the end.  ||
↻ With your escape only an endless search began, nobody knew where you had fled and that created a conflict in the league.  No one could say anything, some were in agreement with your actions but doubtful that you had it inside you and others who were flatly opposed.  Surprisingly, it was Super Man who calmed the chaos at that time, because he agreed to start a search for the motives behind your actions.  Along with many others from the League, the same ones that Batman discarded as if nothing happened to look for you until he found you.
↻ Because it was always that rule before his family, that was seen by everyone until now and nobody could say anything, they would not say anything.
↻ Little did they know, it was a matter of days before you managed to lose everyone including Jason and Damian to decide what to do next, considering that you only had your mother's family number on the cell phone that you always kept for emergencies.  Nothing was certain, having to scrap and shelve vehicles left and right, you weren't well yet but it was an understatement of how you really felt.
↻ "We can be vigilantes and roam the world, and call ourselves Lethal Protector" Venom enthused inside your head while in a tattered mirror you trimmed your always long hair letting it fall in the sink "So we can go kicking ass"
↻ Venom talked a lot and it was what you needed, a respite from all the shit that was going on around you.
↻ You felt so shitty and in pain, in suffering because that shitty rule was always more important than family.  But that pain was slowly sleeping, so deeply that it was ridiculous.  You just needed to get them out of your system.
↻ The reflection that the mirror gave you back was unbelievable, it wasn't you and for the first time it was your own expression free of control, you hardly recognized yourself.  That freedom gave you encouragement and circulated the blood in your veins, with decision you deleted the contact and dialed a number that you knew by heart;  of your brother Jason.
||  The rain came pouring down around you, your sheltered under a stop on some road with the next target weighing in the pocket of your commando clothing.  It hadn't been that hard to get out of those shitholes.
"Marco" you said before bringing the cigarette to your lips enjoying how Venom ate everything you had bought before the hunt.
Being a bounty hunter had always appealed to you, with your unerring fame and training it was easy, and with the right connections you'd gotten rid of any traces you could leave for the old man.
"Polo, damn [Name] it's been weeks, where the hell are you?"
It was impossible to camouflage the little pain in your chest but you cradled it, they were your feelings and they were all accepted.
"Just to tell you that I'm fine, let D know too... And sorry for everything, I'm so sorry."
Once the call was made, you threw the cell phone onto the highway where a car swept it away, taking it to pieces.  Venom was laughing excited to be able to go around looking for whatever it was that your target was. “As I see this, we can do everything!”  ||
↻ Grayscale was filled with colors when the Wayne name and that perfectly false golden boy had been buried with the dead, it was just a blank canvas waiting for thousands of colors.
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Hello, I would like to make an order so it is not a bother.
I wish it was tim drake x male reader.
I would like the reader to be the son of deathstroke and for the two to be in a relationship, but for none of the members of the batfamily to know about the relationship (for obvious reasons)
I would like the batfam to be on a mission and for the reader to be seriously injured and for tim to care about him without caring that others find out about their relationship.
If you could do some scenes of how they met, along with some "fluff" scenes (either in some flashback or during the reader's recovery from his injuries) and the reactions of the members of the batfam (maybe slade as well, rose or respawn) would be awesome.
Also, if you want to make it inspired by a comic or that the reader has some power, no problem.
I hope I have not bothered you.
First love to change the world (Tim Drake x M!Reader)
whoo requests are back!
Am I super proud of this? not really but it's cute and it was hella fun to write anyways.
Also it took me forever to come up with a name for the reader's villain persona that matched Deathstroke so yall better enjoy it/j
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The first time you met Tim Drake was when he was going by Red Robin. You'd met a few times and he'd been the bane of your existence. You were just trying to live your life, even if that life was as a mercenary and gun for hire.
Tim had tried to stop you from completing your job a few times, sometimes he succeeded, mostly he didn't.
It was on a quiet night in paris- one of the times he hadn't managed to stop you from getting to your target- that he sat down on the roof from which you sniped down someone's former employee. You tried not to ask too many questions about your targets. It made the job easier.
"Why do you do it? What did that man do that he deserved to die?" He asked and you shrugged as you slung your rifle over your back.
"I don't ask. I wouldn't be a good killer if I let my heart stop me from doing jobs" You told him quietly and he looked at you almost pitifully.
"You're not like him. You don't enjoy hurting people, so why do you do it?" He asked and you stared him down.
"Like who?" You ask even though you knew exactly who Tim was referring to.
"You're not like Deathstroke" He said as he stood up to block your way and you laughed.
"And you're not like Batman. If he was here I'd be in handcuffs already" You said, sarcasm dripping from your voice. You lowered your voice as you walked past him.
"You're weak." You said and he grabbed your wrist.
"Why did you kill that man?" He asked you and you pulled your wrist free.
"It's what some rich asshole paid me to do, why do you care? If you're not going to try and arrest me leave me alone." You told him but before you could leave he grabbed your shoulder.
"You don't have to waste your life killing people" He said, trying to convince you but you shrugged his hand off.
"Not many places will have the wanted son of the most renowned mercenary in the underworld, but thanks for the life advice Tim" You said and jumped to the next rooftop.
He looked at you bewildered and you smirked.
You'd run into Tim a few times after that, slowly things became more and more civil- even friendly between the two of you.
You never told anyone, not that you had many friends or family to tell and your father would have had your head for your growing friendship and feelings for Tim.
Tim did the same, none of his brothers or friends knew about his friendship or growing feelings for you. For all his flaws Tim was very good at keeping secrets.
The two of you knew how to keep secrets and communicated in ways that couldn't be tracked by your families: burner phones, secret non regular meeting spots, and flirty bickering when you met on the field. No one suspected a thing.
But all good things had to come to an end.
It wasn't often that you helped your father on missions but when he needed a second man for a job in Gotham you saw no reason not to go. Everything went according to plan until the bats showed up. Batman and Nightwing immediately went after Slade while you intercepted Damian.
You unsheathed your swords and went on the offensive.
"Surrender Deathblade, you don't stand a chance!" Damian said as he blocked with his own sword.
"Against what? The Baby Robin?" You scoffed and continued your offensive.
"I don't think so baby face" You told him before throwing him off his balance and into and alley.
You were about to go help Slade when Nightwing split from his fight with him to stop you.
"You should've stayed home kid" He said as his escrima sticks collided with your swords.
"Nah, but it's- Dad behind you!" You screamed and Slade moved out of the way just in time to avoid Tim's Bo staff.
Dick took the chance to kick you off your balance and you tumbled back and over the ledge of the roof. You quickly pulled yourself up.
"Oh you're gonna pay for that" You said as you wiped blood from your nose away. One of the blood vessels must have ruptured in your tumble along with the bruised rib you felt as you stood back up. You've fought with worse so you simply kept going, racing back to confront Dick again when gunshots rang out and you noticed a nearby window was broken.
"Deathblade, the job's done! We're leaving!" Deathstroke called out to you and you changed course, running in the direction of your father.
He was still fighting Batman when a another shot rang out and you fell to your knees, grasping your side. You recognised the pain immediately but didn't understand where it came from. You saw Slade shoot at Batman- it took you a moment to realize the shot must have ricocheted. You held your side as the pain expanded and you heaved, looking at your father for help. He was still occupied with Batman but Tim- who had been trying to keep up with his mentor and Slade ran over to you.
"Deathblade!" He yelled as he came to your side.
You pushed him away.
"What are you doing?!" You tried to say, though it sounded more like a groan of pain. What was he doing? Both of your covers were about to be blown!
You tried to push him away but he wasn't having it.
"Y/N let me help you, please" He tried to tell you even as he fought your extended arms.
Tim's soft tone caught both Slade and Bruce's attention and you hissed in pain when he finally got you to lay down.
"They're gonna-" You tried to tell Tim but he cut you off.
"I don't care" Tim said and you didn't fail to notice the glare your father sent your way. Your rouse was up and you knew there was no going back when he used the opportunity to escape.
You cursed under your breath as you were left with Tim and the Bats.
Tim was soft in his actions, he took gauze from his utility belt and wrapped your chest as well as he could on the field. You felt the gazes of the rest of the bats as your boyfriend took such gentle care of you and you wished he hadn't done anything. You wished things could have stayed the same but you knew they were about to change drastically.
The judgemental silence was broken when Tim picked you up bridal style and you knew there was no arguing with him.
"Red Robin, what are you doing?" Batman asked him in the gravelly voice he probably used for interrogating criminals or scolding his robins as it seemed.
"I'm taking him to the cave. He needs medical attention" Tim told him confidently and you wanted to hide your head in the crook of your boyfriend's neck. The entire situation was making you the most uncomfortable you've ever felt.
"Absolutely not! Father Deathblade is a criminal!" Damian said and you groaned.
"A criminal who should have cut your tongue off when he had the chance you little twerp" You said smirking at Damian's enraged appearance.
It was getting harder to focus, you heard more talking but your brain couldn't interpret what they said over the pain in your chest. Tim's arms were so welcoming and you had to fight everything in you just to stay awake.
Soon you felt Tim start moving. You noticed Tim placing you in a car and covering your eyes but you couldn't focus on anything else. You felt Tim's gloved hands run through your hair and you thought you heard him telling you to rest but you weren't sure.
The next thing you know you're laying down on something soft. You could feel the pinch of a needle on your arm and the sound of overlapping voices hitting your ears.
"I'm not going to apologize! He's a good person and he needs our help" You heard Tim's voice say.
"He's a criminal Tim" You heard another voice, one you didn't recognize, respond.
"That's never stopped you" Tim replied and you heard another voice interrupted.
"He's Deathstroke's son" It said.
"I'd suggest you take it easy Mr. Wilson" an older man said. He spoke with a british accent and you had to squint to make out his face.
"L/N." You corrected.
"My name is Y/N L/N- not Wilson" You told him and he nodded, helping you sit up and handing you a cup of water.
"Well then Mr. L/N, you should take it easy. That bullet punctured your lung and you had multiple bruised ribs." He said as he helped you keep the cup to your lips.
"Where am I? Who are you?" You asked and the man- who wore an incredibly fancy black suit sat beside you.
"I am Alfred Pennyworth and at the moment you are in the Batcave" He explained.
"Master Timothy brought you here after you were shot" Alfred continued and you immediately realized what happened.
"I need to go" You said and did your best to get out of bed, you collapsed as soon as you tried to stand on your own. Alfred steadied you.
"I'm afraid I cannot allow you to do that at the moment" He said but you tried anyway.
You noticed most of your suit has been cut off and you were left in only your pants as you limped towards where you saw Tim was with his family.
"Deathstroke shot him." Tim said and you heard another voice tut in annoyance as you got closer.
"How long has this been going on?" A voice you assumed belonged to Batman asked and Tim sighed.
"Six months" He said before he strengthened his resolve.
"But he's not like his father. I've seen it. He's just never known anything else from this" Tim said and you cleared your throat.
"He's also right here" you said and Tim's eyes widened as he ran to help you.
"What are you doing?" He asked and you smiled.
"I believe Mr. L/N said he needed to go" Alfred said from behind you.
"Though where you could go with a punctured lung and bruised ribs I wouldn't know" He said and you had to admit that this Alfred was really getting on your nerves.
You coughed as Tim tried to keep you from leaving.
"Tracker-" You said and coughed again.
"In my neck" You breathed out, even with increased healing your body wasn't ready for the amount of energy it would take to simply walk.
"He's gonna- he's gonna come here" You told Tim and he helped you sit down.
"I told you! He's going to lead Deathstroke right to us!" Damian exclaimed but Tim glared at him.
"Shut up Damian, he just warned us. Now go with Alfred and get a med kit" He told his brother before turning his attention back to you.
"Don't worry, we'll get it out" He told you and you sighed.
"You shouldn't have brought me here" You told Tim and he shushed you. "I wasn't going to leave you to bleed on that roof" He said and you smiled. "You're too good to me."
"You're important to me, I love you" He said and you chuckled. That was the first time he told you that. The first time anyone told you that they loved you, and in that moment you realized you would do anything for Tim.
"I love you too Bird boy" You said as you pulled him into a soft kiss.
You could feel the uncomfortable gazes and unsaid judgments from Tim's family but you couldn't care less. After all, Tim just saved you.
Alfred came back with the med kit and went to work with your instruction on removing the tracker.
"Why should we trust you?" Batman asked you and you could feel Tim tense beside you.
"Because my father just left me to die. If I had any loyalty to Slade Wilson I wouldn't have told you about the tracker" You told Batman and he nodded.
"I still don't like this, Slade's kids have made a habit of stabbing us in the back" Nightwing said and you scoffed.
"You mean the ones he cares about? Because Slade has about five kids from four different moms and he isn't shy about who his favorites are." Dick stared you down waiting for you to continue and you used all your strength to stand up and face him.
"He doesn't give half a shit about me if that's what you're worried about Grayson." You told him and you saw him flinch at the use of his name. He looked at Tim who shook his head. You'd known Dick's identity long before you and Tim got together.
"How do you know that name?" He asked and Tim helped you sit back down.
"Because my father hates you. Just like I know Damian's name. Or Jason's. You aren't particularly good at hiding your connection. The second someone knows one of you they'll know all of you" You told them and met Batman's eyes through his cowl.
"Either way your secret's safe with me. I don't have any interest in ousting my boyfriend's family as vigilantes" You told them.
Bruce took Tim aside to talk and left you with Dick. He took his mask off and sat down in front of you.
"If you don't like Deathstroke why do you work for him?" He asked and you scowled.
"With him." You corrected.
"I work with him occasionally because we're in the same business. I don't have any loyalty to him because he's a conceited asshole who doesn't care about me" You explained.
Dick took a moment to think.
"Tim said you only kill because you don't know anything else, is that true?" He asked and you rolled your eyes.
"Is this your version of the shovel talk?" You asked and you could see Dick was losing his patience.
"He's my brother and I can see he's happy with you but I still don't trust you." He said and he continued.
"Why do you kill people?" He asked and you took a moment to think. When you answered him your voice was even.
"I wasn't always like this. I used to take protection jobs mostly, bodyguard positions" You explained. "But I couldn't outrun his influence or reputation. Slade is- well his is a big shadow and no matter how much I wish it wasn't the case I'm his son." You explained and pointed to a small faded scar on your side.
"This was from my first job when I was 12, a bullet graze. He taught me hand to hand combat, blades, guns- anything I'd need to follow in his footsteps." You took a pause as you tried to keep your breathing even.
"I've never known anything but this." You told him and met his eyes.
"Tim saw the real me. For the first time in my life someone loves me because they see who I am beyond my family and my abilities and I would do anything for him." You told Dick and held his gaze until he finally responded.
He nodded and stood up.
"I'll help you back to your cot, I'm sure Tim and Bruce will be back soon"
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You spent the next few days resting in the batcave. Bruce was adamant about you not entering the manor and you had no problem staying in the cave. Tim was by your side practically 24/7 and you had to admit that you appreciated the quality time with him.
With your enhanced healing factor your wounds healed quickly and within a few days you were almost fully healed.
You pulled on one of Tim's hoodies.
"You know you don't have to go yet, we could set up a guest room in the manor- or one of the safe houses in the city" Tim said and you smiled kissing his cheek.
"That's sweet of you Bird boy but I have to deal with this sooner rather than later" You told him.
"Comm me if things go wrong" He told you and you chuckled.
"Rose'll be with me so I think I'll be fine but I promise if something does go wrong you'll hear about it" You promised and pulled on a motorcycle jacket over the hoodie.
"This isn't the end love, I'll be back and we'll figure things out" You told Tim and he smiled, pulling you into a final goodbye kiss.
"See you soon Bird boy" You said as you got on the bike and sped out of the cave.
What Tim did on that rooftop changed your life forever but you wouldn't change it for the world.
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The fact that he was crying under his mask is so frickin sad!!😭😭😭
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