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bug-bites · 14 days

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batfam beach episode?? real not clickbait no glue no borax??

cw: nothing! pure vacation beach fluff (p≧w≦q) also barely proofread,,,

pairing: gn!reader x batfam (NOT ALL AT ONCE.)

characters: dick grayson, jason babygirl todd, cassandra cain, tim drake, damian wayne (all intended to be interpreted as either romantic or platonic unless its damian. ik in some comic runs he's like an adult but hes like permanently 12 in my head and i dont fw that :/)

a/n: im back with a new dc obsession tee hee (soz to everyone who wanted more abt the cod guys or spiderverse im comicsmaxxing and redhoodpilled) will probably make a part 2 w/ bruce, babs, steph, and duke eventually :3c

Dick Grayson haha dick

oh he loves the beach so much

the sand beneath his feet make him feel nostalgic from when he would practice tumbling with his parents in the circus ring i think there's sand in circus rings right? I dunno someone fact check me on that one

the victim of being buried in the sand, always asks for a mermaid tail but ends up with something like massive sand tits (courtesy of either tim or jason), he laughs it off anyways

somehow gets the worst tan lines. He wore a swim shirt one time and never again because the tan lines looked SO BAD which is a total shame because he tans gorgeously

will beg to do play shoulder wars i have no clue if this is the right name, again fact check me for this thing where you get a piggyback ride from someone and you try to knock someone whos also getting a piggyback ride over in the water

you’re on his shoulders since bro is strong asf and you square up against tim and damian

obviously you lose because hello that's damian wayne we are talking about but at least its fun!!

cass and jason are forever the undefeated champions of shoulder wars though, that goes without saying

Cassandra Cain

shes always seen beach episodes in animes that damian practically dragged her into watching so when she gets to actually go to a beach she is so excited peak sibling bonding is dragging your siblings into your interests

loves building sandcastles and writing things in the sand, watching it get washed away, and then do it all over again

hold her hand and jump over waves together on the shore and she will be the giggliest and happiest human being alive on planet earth

but out of all the beach activities she loves beach volleyball

shes actually scarily good at beach volleyball for someone who has never played volleyball before

dick thought it would be fun to teach her and have a friendly match between him and bruce vs you and cass

yeah bruce and dick were COOKED. huffing and puffing like they have a vendetta against the three little pigs at the end of it while cass is like “this is so fun, lets go again!”

ends the day with a little sunset stroll along the shore i need her so bad you do not understand please bbyg ill treat u soooo well

Jason Todd

beaches are fun on paper for him, in person not so much

PERSONAL HC INCOMING! He gets migraines after the lazarus pit so he can only have so much fun before needing to lie face down with his head covered with a beach towel to make everything less overwhelming or he wears sunglasses the entire time

he brings a book to read at the beach and stays in the shade the entire time yes he is that bitch

usually at home in the comfort of his little library he likes to read things that have an impact on him or just stuff that makes him want to analyze deeper. think books like frankenstein, lord of the flies, all quiet on the western front, just generally heavier stuff

but his vacation books? totally different. usually something super light, maybe a shitty romance book that you find in walmart which are clearly just results of book packaging, or a some booktok recommendation he got for shits and giggles because it just was so laughably bad, maybe even a childhood feel-good book like percy jackson or the little prince (mostly just books he would not grieve over if sand permanently got in between the pages)

he tried reading a colleen hoover book once and honest to God wanted to toss it into the ocean HE WOULD HATE HER BOOKS AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL

but out of everything he likes watching you enjoy yourself, his book wasnt that important anyways. show him that funky sand dollar you found or that really cool piece of seaglass, he’s probably gonna bring it home with him. a little keepsake along with the millions of grains of sand that never seem to go away

Tim Drake

Burns so easily

At first its kinda cute, like hes asking you to help him get that spot on his back he just cant seem to reach and its just a little sweet moment between you two as you rub the sunscreen into his sore muscles

But then it happens again. And again. And again to the point when he goes up to you, you automatically reach for the tube of SPF 100+

I just know his vitamin d deficiency goes crazy

Leaves the beach looking like a lobster, sunburnt, a crazy bump on his head from getting hit with a volleyball, and some god awful sunglasses tan lines

Overall, beach activities are not really his thing bros job is NAWT beach

Enjoys the boardwalk a lot more than the beach itself, likes the touristy stuff but still goes to the beach because dick loves it and he loves his older brother :(

Damian Wayne

i feel like he wouldn’t care too much for typical beach stuff. like at every beach that has sand and decently clean water you can do most beach activities

one thing that is never 100% consistent at all beaches is what lives on the beaches. this boy will spend hours staring into tidepools

bruce was lowk concerned because his son did not gaf about normal beach activities that kids do but eventually he reached a point where he was like "i mean at least hes having fun and being safe"

i feel like talia would always show him books of sea creatures when he was little but he never ended up being able to see them in their natural habitat someone take this boy to an aquarium now

tells you fun facts about each creature you come across

will scold you if you take a shell from the beach, definitely says some shit like “how would you feel if someone ran into your house and just took your bed?” based though, leave shells at the beach yall! taking them is like bad for the ecosystem

brings his notebook around and has little sketches of the sea creatures

even though typical beach activities arent his favourite, he doesnt hate it. he likes that he can catch a break from all the vigilante stuff and spend time with his family as a family and not just as a team

loves scuba diving. idk it just somehow makes sense and i think he would look really stupid in a wet suit

also i feel like he would never mention it but in his mind hes fully thinking "this is just like a beach episode" but he would rather die than say it out loud FUCKING NERDDD

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remy45 · 15 days

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"YOU TWO LOOK LIKE A COUPLE"ft. The batgirls

Sunmary: A friend says that character and y/n look like a couple.

Characters: Barbara Gordon, Cassandra Cain and Stephanie Brown.

Tags: Kisses in hands, misunderstandings, flushing, fluff, crack, each reader for each batgirl has a diferent personality.

A/N: First fic in this account woohoo!!, I know this is short but I hope you enjoy.

Words: 433

BARBARA GORDON

"You know, you two look like a couple sometimes"

“Why do you mean?”

"You know, you are always together, you hold hands, and don't deny it to me, Barbara wants to kiss you so bad"

Barbara moved and nudged Dick a little annoyed, then adjusted her glasses.

"Dick, stop being a dick for a moment, can't you see you're making y/n uncomfortable?"

She said this while pointing both hands at you.

"Who says I'm uncomfortable, if people think we're a couple I'm more than flattered my dear babs-ouch!

"I see that you and Dick are equally annoying."

Barbara said, but this time laughing fondly, and maybe, maybe, a little blushing.

Seeing his blush, you blushed too.

"get a room please" Dick said jokingly

That only caused more blushes and complaints with laughter from both of them.

CASSANDRA CAIN

Cassandra doesn't know what to say. Literally.

Was Y/n and her really a couple, she didn't know, what exactly was it like to be a couple in the first place?

If being a couple was just loving someone then yes, but something told him that they weren't. not yet.

Cassandra gave Y/N a curious look, while waiting for her to answer her friend's question, "are you two a couple or something like that"?

Seeing Cassandra's look in response, you took her hand, and they left the place without saying anything else.

You took her to the next alley, took her face in your hands, and kissed her.

The kiss was short and tender, you wanted to be relaxed, you didn't want her to be scared.

She smiled a little, and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek.

I guess they were a couple now.

STEPHANIE BROWN

When Steph heard the insinuation that you were more than friends, she smiled mischievously, took your hand, pulled you close to her and said this (unfortunately for you)

-Steph,what?

She ignored you and continued talking, causing more blushes from you. Why did she have to be so flirtatious?

He took your hand and gave it a kiss. Too much pda for today.

-Wow, I didn't know that, but congratulations girls.

Before he could blurt out, to specify that they were not in a relationship as such, stephanie interrupted you.

-Thank you very much, y/n and I have to go now.

She took your hand and walked away.

-What was that steph?

-What?Can I not give affection to my lovely girlfriend?

You laughed, giving her a kiss on the hand in return for the one she had given you.

This time she was the one who blushed.

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tearful-bat · 10 months

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Yandere alphabet w! Cassandra Cain

Yandere!Cassandra Cain x reader

word count: 1.1K

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

I feel like Cassandra wouldn’t be pushy with affection she wouldn’t like force you to hug her or anything. I think she’d try to coerce you into giving her affection though by offering to do stuff together

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Ok even if Cassandra was a yandere I still can’t see her killing someone but she wouldn’t be above beating someone really bad to the point where they’re almost dead

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

I think she would feel guilty about abducting you but would feel it was necessary to keep you safe from people that would use you against her like her mother or other Gotham villains because of this guilt I don’t think she would be cruel to you or mock you

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Probably not, again she feels guilty about abducting you so she wouldn’t really force you to do anything you didn’t want

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

If you weren’t fighting against Cassandra and were reciprocating some of her affection I think she would be vulnerable with you

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

She’d be hurt if you fought back but would understand why you were doing it and would try to not hurt you too much if you were fighting against her

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No, she’s very sympathetic towards you and wouldn't she it as a game

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Probably her abducting you other than that Cassandra won’t push you to do anything and would be really patient with you

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

I can’t really see Cassandra wanting to have kids probably would just wanna grow old with you would probably marry you if you ended up reciprocating her feelings

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Yes she gets jealous but she wouldn’t kill or hurt someone close to you unless absolutely necessary she would probably just find ways to get them away from you by making them move out of Gotham or threatening them

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

She’ll try and act sweet towards might even baby you but wouldn’t force you to do anything you didn’t want to.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

She’d probably try and win you over by just killing you with kindness or by giving you things like a new iPad or clothes would hope to win you over by getting you to develop Stockholm syndrome and understanding she doesn't want to hurt you just wants to keep you safe

Mask: Are their true colours drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

She trusts you so she would be more open with you and less closed off than she is around most people.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Would feel incredibly guilty about punishing you but would probably just taking away certain things like watching TV and on more major cases she wound isolate you in your room or something.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Again she feels guilty about abducting you so she would give you access to anything as long as it wouldn’t be a way for you to escape.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Very patient with you she understands why you’re closed off with her because she took you against your will.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

No she loves you dearly and was even willing to go against her own morals to abduct you in order to keep you safe so if you died she wouldn’t be able to move on.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

She feels really guilty about abducting you, thinks about letting you go but her own obsession and fear of your safety stops her. Perhaps if you were threatening to take your own life or getting really depressed from her abducting you she would let you go.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Grew up with barley any affection and only has a few people close to her so when you show affection towards her and get close with her she’s paranoid that you’ll be hurt as a result of being associated with her also she craves affection and since your one of the few people that give that to Cassandra that contributes to why she becomes obsessed with you.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

She already feels so guilty about abducting and if you continued to do this it would shatter her heart and she might even consider letting you go.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Very sympathetic towards you and wouldn’t kill anyone or force you to do anything also very free with what she lets you do and more open to letting you go

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Her guilt and lack of restriction

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

If you tried escaping or fighting against her she might slightly hurt you trying to detain you but she’s a skilled enough that she could probably do that with barely any harm towards you

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Thinks your the sweetest person ever and would try hard to win you over and develop Stockholm syndrome but if you repeatedly reject her she’d probably just eventually give up

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Not long as soon as you become close she starts to obsess over you and is very scared for your safety so for that reason she abducts you kind of early

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

No never and if she somehow did break you she would never forgive herself and would probably just end up letting you go

#cassandra cain #cassandra cain x reader #cassandra cain x you #yandere cassandra cain x reader #yandere batfam x reader #batfam x reader #yandere batfamily x reader

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meantaylorsversion · 7 months

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♡ “remove your hand from my forehead please.” “i’m taking care of you!” “and what do you think putting your hand on my forehead does?” “uh, pretending like i know how to check for a fever to show affection..?” maybe with Harley? or Selina.. or Cass or Steph?

SICK DAY

Cassandra Cain x reader

warnings; none

Cassandra laid in bed, snuggled up underneath five blankets. Her face was paler than usual, and her nose had a tint of red covering it. You laid on the edge of her bed, with a frown adorning your face. You reached your hand over to her forehead, trying to feel her temperature. She smacked your hand away, turning her head away from you.

"Y/N! Stop! Remove your hand from my forehead please," She asks, almost pouting as she turned away from you. You clicked your tongue at her, putting your hand in her hair.

"Cass, I'm taking care of you, you don't need to be strong right now," You reassure, Cass huffs pieces of her hair flying above her face.

"What exactly does you putting your hand on my forehead do?" She asks with a bite of snark before she let out a big sneeze into a tissue before groaning.

You smile a little bit in triumph before moving your hand back frowning. "I'm pretending that I know how to check for a fever, because I love you Cass is that so hard to understand?" You ask before putting a cold towel on her forehead.

She gives in and lets you take care of her, smiling hazily at you. "Yes, I love you too, I'm just not used to this,"

#cassandra cain x reader #cassandra cain #Cassandra cain x y/n #cassandra cain x you #dc x reader #dc

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inkareds · 10 months

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can you do a cass cain x female reader story?

Rest Your Weary Eyes Cassandra Cain

nav // dc m.list // ko-fi

✧.* word count: 1k (a shortie) ✧.* genre: Fluff ✧.* warnings: The reader is female, that's it

After a long night, Cassandra just wants to be in the arms of the woman she loves

Jesus christ this was requested last year I am so fucking sorry I had like 0 ideas for her so I'm really sorry if she's a bit ooc (also I'm working on everyone's requests starting from the oldest one 💀)

“Black Bat watch your six!” Cass quickly turned around at the sound of Barbara in her earpiece.

Unfortunately, she didn’t turn quickly enough as the moment she did turn around, the assassin had already lunged towards her. Being around thrice her size, the assassin barrelled towards her and shoved her entire body towards a brick wall.

Cass groaned as he landed a punch to her abdomen, disoriented from the crash the assassin was quick to land a few more hits to her. Though once she did regain her focus, her eyes saw opportunity after opportunity within the assassin’s hold against her. Making use of his weak points, she efficiently took him down.

Finally, back on her own two feet, Barbara spoke again.

“There’s four more coming your way.” Cass sighed.

“This is going to be a long night.” She muttered under her breath.

Your tired eyes tried their best to stay awake as you glared at the document in front of you. There were barely any words on the screen, yet you have to finish this four thousand-word essay by the end of the week. A task, at this point, you felt was impossible to do. You shook your head.

“I can do this.” You muttered to yourself as you began to type.

After the first few paragraph and sips of your favourite tea, you finally got your groove for writing back. The words came somewhat easily to you as you progressed into the essay.

In fact, you were so focused you didn’t hear the loud thump on the outside of your fire escape. Nor the sound of the window opening. All you saw was a black shadow in the shape of a bat behind you from the reflection of your computer. Causing you to scream out.

Cass immediately took off her mask and put both her hands up.

“It’s me! It’s me!”

Realising now that this was Cassandra Cain, your longtime girlfriend, you let out a loud sigh.

“Oh my fucking god! Why’d you gotta scare me like that?! I know you’re like trained to be quiet or something! But Jesus, I think you shaved off four years off my life.” You chuckled holding your chest as you heaved, still panicked.

Though, after seeing Cass’ reaction to your statement, you sterned yourself. There was a tired tight-lipped smile on your beautiful girlfriend’s expression. Your brows furrowed together as you looked across her body.

With her standing up and you still sat down on your chair, you could get a good look at her costume. Muck, dirt, and blood greased the surface of her suit. Sweat stuck to the skin of her face and her hair was much greasier than usual after a night of patrolling. Not to mention how tired she actually looked. Her eyes dropped and it would seem that she was begging for a shower.

You sighed and shook your head. Cass was just standing there, her chest rising and falling at the deep breaths she was taking to try and calm her quick heartbeat from the tough patrol she just went through. She came here to just see you. Spy on you for a little bit, as creepy as that sounds, she just wanted to make sure you were okay.

Today’s patrol made her remember how dangerous of a place Gotham could be. She needed to know that you were safe and sound. What she didn’t expect was for her body to not listen to what her brain wanted and snuck into your room.

But now that she was actually in your room, in front of you, she didn’t really know what to do.

“Go shower, my love. I’ll get some of your clothes that you left here then we can rest together.”

At your response, she smiled before making her way towards the bathroom.

Though the two of you didn’t live together, it was almost like your apartment was her second home. Next to your towel was a grey towel just for her. Next to your toothbrush was her own. She even had her face wash and skincare right next to yours. She smiled looking around the bathroom, it was such a simple space.

Something a lot of people overlook, but it was an important part of a home. It was almost like you in that regard, though she chuckled over her mind comparing you to a bathroom.

You were far more than that. But it was true. You weren’t a vigilante, you weren’t a hero, you were just a normal civilian student going by her daily life. You were by no means special in the grand scheme of things and you could be overlooked by many things in life.

But by her? By Cassandra Cain trained assassin and Black Bat? You were everything. You were one of the most important things in her life. And seeing her life slowly merge into yours in the shape of her belongings slowly making a home in your home? That caused her heart to swell.

So much that she couldn’t help but take a quick hot shower so she could cuddle with you on your bed.

When she finished her shower, you were already in bed ready to welcome her.

Cass wordlessly shuffled to your bed and wrapped her hands around your torso as she lay on her side. Her face buried deep in the crook of your neck. You chuckled at her touchiness, who would’ve thought one of the genuinely most terrifying vigilantes in Gotham was such a cuddle bug?

As you kissed the top of her head you whispered.

“Good night Cass.”

Cass hummed back.

“Good night beautiful.”

At the comfortable weight of your love safe and sound in your arms. Her somewhat still wet hair against your hands, you felt yourself drifting into a deep sleep. Though not before you heard Cass mumble.

“Thank you.”

Leaving you to sleep with a wide smile, knowing tomorrow morning you’d actually be able to have a conversation with the woman you loved. Now, though, now, you’d both rest.

#cassandra cain #cassandra cain x reader #cassandra x reader #cassandra cain x you #cassandra x you #black bat #black bat x reader #black bat x you #dc #dceu #batman

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unmotivatedwrit3r · 1 year

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One More Sleep pt.2

batboys x reader

(A/N): Here's part 2! [Edit: find pt. 1 here.] Somehow I managed to get Steph and Cass done today so the series is now complete. If the characterization is off, I apologize; I've never written for either of them much before. I hope everyone who celebrates is having a lovely Christmas and that you all enjoy!

This one is dedicated to @glorified-red, who it an absolutely amazing human being and one I am privileged to know. Thank you for your encouragement, qamar, and I hope this live up to your expectations.

total wc: ~1900

warnings: non-graphic references to injury, explicit mentions of Christmas

Tim Drake:

wc: ~500

Tim is way more awake at 2am on Christmas morning than he has any right to be, especially after an undercover mission overseas. It’s not even caffeine awake, he just passed out—the sleep kind, not the unconscious kind—on the plane home after debrief and took a five hour nap.

When he pushes open the door to the apartment he lives in with you, the lights are on. It takes him a second to find you under all the blankets; you’re scrolling halfheartedly through what he thinks is tumblr. He didn’t expect you to be up this late but a part of him warms at the fact that you stayed up anyway. You don’t even react to him until he’s right next to you which means you’re exhausted, but you do notice before he says anything because he’s suddenly on the couch next to you and wrapped in your arms and so many blankets.

“I missed you,” Tim says into the junction where your shoulder meets your neck. The grip around his shoulders tightens.

“I missed you too, sweetheart.”

Tim nestles his face one more time into your shoulder before he lets go.

“You didn’t have to stay up for me.”

“I know,” you tell him, and there’s a fond smile on your face that you only ever make for him. “But I wanted to.”

You cup his face so you can press a kiss to his cheekbone and then run your hands quickly through his hair.

“Now go put on pjs and brush your teeth so we can watch a movie together before we go to bed.”

Tim isn’t going to argue. A movie with you sounds perfect, even if you’re both tired and he’s not sure you’ll stay awake through the whole thing.

“Hallmark movie?” Tim asks.

“Of course. What do you take me for?”

You head back to the couch as he heads to the bedroom and by the time he comes back in his fuzzy Christmas pants, you’ve narrowed it down to two.

“Fake dating or lesbian friends to lovers?” you ask as he sits down next to you.

“The gay one. What do you take me for?” he teases back, shuffling so he can be squished next to you and likewise stretch his legs out on the ottoman.

You huff a laugh and click on the movie, quickly turning the volume down before the Netflix intro can make the two of you cringe and then back up again once the movie starts. He links your hands together over your thighs. Your pjs are navy and his are red, but they both have little Santas printed on them. You bought them together during a black friday sale.

You hand him the remote and Tim dips his head onto your shoulder. This is what hallmark movies call content, he thinks.

By the time the opening credits fade away to the movie itself, Tim can feel your breaths even out. He doesn’t mind; he’s fallen asleep on you during movies plenty of times. He’ll move after this movie’s over, Tim decides. Then he’ll carry you to the bedroom and go to bed.

He’s asleep by the time the movie protagonist decides she does, in fact, enjoy time in her small hometown.

Damian Wayne:

wc: ~550

Damian is limping slightly when he pushes open the front door. It’s nearing 3 o’clock—2:46a.m. by the last check of his watch—and he’s brought eight new stitches, a sprained knee, and bruised ribs home with him for Christmas. Damian knows you’re asleep, you texted him hours ago before you went to bed. He was on a plane, heading back from Europe at the time, getting patched up. He didn’t tell you that part in his response, but you’ll probably ask him something later that will make him reveal it anyway and he’ll submit to your concerned questioning as he always does. His only hope is that it won’t be in the middle of the manor living room or he’ll be supplying a bunch of nosy siblings with teasing ammunition they’ll use for months.

The set of electric candles that live on the coffee table are still on, so Damian can see as he toes off his boots and drops his keys on the side table. His winter coat and hat are put up on the coat hanger before he ventures further into the apartment.

There’s a gift on the coffee table. Damian doesn’t see it until he moves to turn the candles off, but it’s wrapped in brown paper and decorated with a gift tag that reads “ameli” and a green bow. He sits on the arm of the couch—if he sits all the way down, he’s not sure he’ll get up: he’s exhausted—and turns on a lamp before turning off the candles. In the lamp light, the Christmas tree is more visible, and he can see your handiwork in the presents underneath, waiting for the day after christmas, a time for just the two of you.

When he opens the present, it’s actually two things. The first one is small and in a black tie pouch and he puts it in his pocket to open the bigger thing. It’s a knee brace, a new one. He’s been needing one for a few weeks now, a to-do list item living at the back of his mind that he never actually got to. You texted one of his brothers (Dick he assumes; the two of you get along very well) because you knew something was wrong, he realizes. He can’t even bring himself to dread the concerned appraisal he knows for sure he’ll be getting early in the morning.

He doesn’t remember the second thing until he’s changing into his pajamas. They were waiting for him when he stepped into the bathroom to brush his teeth. The bag is in the pocket of the jeans he’s half-heartedly folded and put on the sink. It’s a necklace, a simple gold chain with a vertical bar charm. In the bright bathroom lighting, he can see an engraving in the gold. It reads “hayati” in Arabic letters. حياتي. My life. The necklace, made of material that doesn’t tarnish, sits so that the charm hides just underneath his shirt collar, private only for him.

Stitches covered, ribs taped, and new brace on, Damian lifts the edge of the weighted blanket to slide into bed. You’re laying on your side, facing him. Damian moves a piece of hair out of your face.

“Merry Christmas, habibi,” he whispers, love coloring his voice. You move only to rest your head against his chest.

Cassandra Cain:

wc: ~350

When Cass steps off the Wayne Enterprises jet, she’s expecting the black car waiting for her. She’s not expecting it to be your car. And she’s definitely not expecting to see you leaning against it, what she assumes is a cup of coffee in a Black Bat to-go mug in one gloved hand and your phone in the other. Last check of her own phone—the lock screen is a picture Duke took of the two of you at the manor during the most recent movie night you attended together—it’s 1:12am. She assumes you haven’t been standing outside long. It’s in the low double digits temperature-wise outside and Cass is cold even in her winter coat.

You slide your phone into your pocket and wave at her, an excited smile on your face. Cass smiles back without thinking and returns your wave with the hand holding her rolling suitcase. Her other hand is clad in a wrist brace and holding a Christmas bag.

“Merry Christmas, beautiful,” you say to her once she’s close to you, “I’m glad you’re home safe.” You reach for her suitcase and she concedes without argument, passing it over.

“Me too. Merry Christmas.” Cass circles the car to stand at the passenger door, but she watches you put her suitcase in the trunk even though the cold is slowly stripping the feeling from her nose.

You slam the trunk shut and wave to her before heading for the driver’s side. Cass opens her door as you do and you close your door and start the car in quick succession so it’ll warm up before you start heading home. Cass just watches. There’s something fascinating to her about your body language when she’s around. Cass knows a lot of languages. Body language is the only one that rarely lies, and she sees your love for her in every move you make. You turn to look at her, but you don’t say anything. There’s a warmth in her chest that Cass thinks has little to do with the warm air coming through the vents.

I love you, Cass says to you in sign language.

Your lips curl up in the self-conscious smile you make when she says sweet things out of nowhere. Cass feels her heart skip a beat at your response.

Thank you for choosing me.

Stephanie Brown:

wc: ~400

Stephanie can’t stifle the smile on her face as her key turns silently in the lock. She’s early. Not by much, when compared to a weeklong mission—only about 4 hours—but it’s early enough that she knows you’re awake which means she gets to see you on Christmas Eve after all.

You don’t look up as the door opens; there’s a hallmark movie playing on your TV and from what Steph can tell, you’re somewhere in the middle of it. It must not be very good, though because you’re also looking at your phone, scrolling through instagram. Steph leans over the couch to grab your phone, and you shriek and stand up as you turn around. Only vigilante reflexes stop your head from colliding with hers.

“Steph! You’re early!”

You scramble over the couch to crush her in a hug, and Stephanie feels the heaviness of the mission slide off of her even as her ribs creak.

So worth it.

After a week of nothing but being on guard and a general lack of safety, she squeezes you right back. Even when you let up on the squeezing she doesn’t let go, her head resting in the crook of your neck. She’s grateful, not for the first time, that you seem to be able to read her mind, and you don’t let go until she does.

Steph cups your face and pulls you into a kiss.

“Happy Christmas Eve, baby,” she says as she pulls away.

You sneak another peck to her lips, her cheek, her jawbone.

“I missed you,” you tell her, pressing your forehead to hers. Steph wraps her hands around your wrists where your hands are cradling her face.

“We have time to make cookies,” you continue, your forehead still pressed to hers. Steph can’t see the smile on your face but she knows it’s there. She pulls away and sure enough her favorite smile in the world is looking back at her.

“Oh heck yeah, let’s do it. And we’ll take some to the manor tomorrow so Jason can taste our sweet success.” You snort out a laugh.

“Duh, obviously. Okay first, you need Christmas pajamas. And then you preheat the oven. I’ll get the ingredients out and get the butter softened.”

“Sir yes sir,” Steph teases. “Matching Christmas pajamas coming right up.”

Steph almost gets all the way to the bedroom before she remembers.

“And don’t forget to leave us extra chocolate chips!”

“Already done!”

“I knew you loved me,” Steph calls back. She can hear your laugh from inside the bedroom.

“Always.”

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igotanidea · 1 year

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Can I have 5 for the hug prompts with Cassandra Cain?

5. jumping into hugs

I'm sorry it took me so long, life's been a bit too much lately. And sorry if it's not that good, I've been dealing with terrible headaches and here's that.

Cassandra Cain was raised to be an assasin. Her mother, unknown, her father, not caring about her education or any basic human skills like talking. Poor girl became a living weapon, not knowing any life outside of her hermetic and closed world. That is, untill Batman came in and took her under his wings, making sure she would get better treatment. And she did. Slowly, gradually, she became more open, slighly more optimistic and the pillar of the batfamily.

But her years spend on training left her with some exceptional abilities, one of them being reading human body and body language like a book. With a single glance she was able to asses whether someone was a threat or not, what was the weak points of a person and how to incapacitate the opponent.

On the other side?

She could tell when someone was stressed, worried, tired and ... sad or even depressed.

And Y/N's slouched shoulders, shaking legs and a pout were more than an indication of that. Something happened to her and if there was anyone who could get any information out of her, it would be Cass.

"Y/N?" she slowly opened the door to her friend's room spotting her by the window, facing the garden "What's wrong."

"Nothing." the girl muttered in response, not facing Cass.

"You can tell me" Cassanda put a hand on her heart "I won't tell anyone."

"Promise" Y/N used sign langue to convey that. Sometimes it ws easier to communicate with Cass that way. And besides, her voice was slowly giving up on her.

"Promise" Cass signed back grabbing Y/n's hand.

"I don't feel like I belong in this family, you know. Between batboys and batgirls, all of you being vigilantes, I don't know where do I fit here. I mean, I am no one." Y/N moved from the window only to sit on her bed, legs held up to her chest like she was trying to shield herself from the entire world and all her bad thoughts. Cass did not move from her position observing all the action carefully. "I do nothing to help. And I feel ... cut out, estranged. I mean, I get that, you have your secrets and you always say you want to keep me safe but I want to be a part of the team. Like a real part of the team, not just honorary."

"Y/N....."

"I'm serious Cass." a single tear flew down Y/N's cheek and once it happened, she could not hold back more of them "I may know nothing about fighting and kicking asses, but I still have so much to give. I'm smart and quick to learn and familiar with tech. I want to help, but all I get is getting more and more lonely." she sobbed, angrily wiping the tear with her sleeve, causing even more mess on her face.

"Oh?" Cassandra gasped. All the words Y/n just said reminded her of her own past. When she joined Batman in his crusade was when she realised how miserable and secluded and deprived of all the good things her life was before. And it hit her hard, making Cass wonder about all the mistake she made and whether she could ever make up for them. And she felt exacltly the same way Y/n was now, pouring her heart out in emotional outburst she was holding for so long.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said all those things. It's not your fault that I'm useless and....."

"Stop it" Cassandra shook her head "stop it and come here." with the lightest of smiles she opened her arms motioning for the other girl to come for a hug.

"Really?" Y/N's eyes widened due to the fact she knew the complexity between Cass and physical touch.

"Yes."

That single word was all Y/N needed when she spung out of bed and jumped straight into Cass's embrace, making her stumble a bit. It was strange how much safety and comfort the former assasin was giving her. How accepting Cass was of all her insecurites, doubts and fears. How none of them needed any words in that moment. Just a silent reassurance that whatever demons were trying to seize each other's mind they were always there for each other. No matter what. No laughing, no dissmising, no gaslighting. Just presence time and hugs, the most precious gift to give to the other person.

#batfamily #batfamily x reader #batfamily x batsis #cassandra cain #cassandra cain x reader #cassandra cain x you #the orphan #dc x reader #dc x you #dc imagine #cassandra cain fluff #fluff #cassandra wayne

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your-nanas-house · 1 year

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Flower and chocolate

Pairing: Cassandra Cain X fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, sadness, love

Words: 119

Summary: Cass feels alone and sad during Valentine's day.

Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. Picture not mine, credit to the owner. There will be more stories for Valentine's Day...sorry if I won't be able to publish them all today.

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Valentine's Day, a day that should be a day full of love and joy, but Cass was only full of sadness and slight jealousy as she watched from her bedroom window while her foster brothers and their partners exchanged gifts and sweet things followed by 'I love you'; even Bruce was among them busy with Selina.

Only Alfred was not outside but inside the manor worried and happy for Cass when he alerted her to the presence of someone who had shown up just for her.

Cass turned around confused to see who it was, finding herself surprised with flowers in her hand and a box of chocolates with her friend Y/n asking her to be her Valentine.

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jiabeewrites · 1 year

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Some Things Are Meant To Be

Aroace!Cassandra Cain x GN!Aroace!Reader

APOLOGIES FOR BEING GONE AND STUFF-

But I just listened to a GORGEOUS cover of Can't Help Falling In Love and now I need Cass x reader but a qpr. So. That's what you get now. Because I am a SIMP for aroace cass. This could definitely be read as a romantic pairing...but I headcanon Cass as aroace/aspec, therefore the pairing between the reader and Cass is a qpr.

Have some fluffy moments with cass!

(black bat/orphan aesthetic made by @aesthetics-and-fuckery, aka me. Do not steal!)

HOW TO READ: Each set of lyrics is kinda like a divider! each section of words/blurb between the lyrics are their own story, and this particular piece has multiple little moments. Definitely timeskips. You can find more stories like this one by looking under the tag #ryn writes songfics (I HAVE MORE COMING BE PATIENT)

CW: reader is in law school, reader's vigilante name is Echo (echolocation, bats, idk), lack of romance, swearing, pining, lack of y/n, reader is wearing a tux but everybody looks hot in a tux so that's what i put

Wise men say Only fools rush in But I can't help falling in love with you

You stood in the doorway, and that's where you saw her. Smiling with her family, looking happier than ever.

Jason came up behind you.

"Looking for something?" He asked, grinning knowingly. You just shook your head, smiling.

"She's perfect, Jason, and I'm...me." He chuckled.

"Look, you either need to keep pining unromatically for the rest of your life, or grow a pair and straight up tell her. Pardon the expression." You laughed, and then looked at your best friend.

"You sure, Jay?"

"Oh I'm sure, Your Honor."

The two of you walked over and joined the group. You sat down sat down next to her, and squeezed her hand.

Shall I stay? Would it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you?

Your weekly study session was over, and just as Cass was about to leave the library, you did either very bold or very stupid. Probably both.

"Hey, um, Cass?"

She turned around to look at you.

"I know you're aroace, but...um, hoco's coming up in a few weeks, and I was wondering if you'd wanna go with me?"

To your surprise, she grinned and nodded.

"I'd love to go with you."

Like a river flows Surely to the sea Darling, so it goes Some things are meant to be

You figeted with the hem of your blazer, and finally worked up the nerves to ring the doorbell.

Alfred's warm smile greeted you.

"You look lovely, my dear."

"Thanks, Al."

And then you saw her.

The light hit her dress so that she looked like a goddess, and her hair, which was usually down, was styled in a half-up-half-down look. She was wearing the rings that you'd given her the last time all of you went to Pride.

She walked over to you and smiled.

"You look...great."

"So do you."

Then the boys burst your moment and started clapping, wolf-whistling and other obnoxious things.

"Oh, god," you muttered. She laughed, took your hand and led you to the door.

Take my hand Take my whole life, too For I can't help falling in love with you

The stares of a million eyes bored into you. Some jealous, others disgusted, and some simply facinated.

But one squeeze blew them all away.

"Ignore them. Not worth your time."

You smiled at her, thankful for the distraction.

Like a river flows Surely to the sea Darling, so it goes Some things are meant to be

Three years later, the familiar chords of a song started to play, and you looked across the table and smiled at her.

"May I have this dance, milady?"

She laughed at your dramatics, and nodded.

As the two of you swayed, you realized something.

"Cass?"

"Mm?"

"I think I love you."

She laughed, then pressed her lips to your forehead.

"I love you, too."

Take my hand Take my whole life, too For I can't help falling in love with you For I can't help falling in love with you

#cassandra cain #cassandra cain x you #cassandra cain x reader #aroace!cassandra cain #aroace cassandra cain #aroace #aroace reader #qpr #ryn writes songfics

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rick-rayson · 2 years

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Silent Knight

PAIRING: CASSANDRA CAIN X READER (DARK KNIGHTS OF STEEL AU)

A/N: I'm trying to up my aesthetic game, can you tell? In any case this is a short one, but if a continuation is wanted I may get to writing it! (Also I've been thinking,,, a medieval MCU concept would be pretty sick, wouldn't it?)

I would def love to hear ideas on medieval Marvel and DC! Anyways, enjoy:)

In the kingdom of El, lies old architecture carefully and meticulously moulded from its former inhabitants. As such it surprises no one that said structures would be named after them.

One of these locations was the Old Wayne botanical garden.

At the end of the night and the beginning of dawn she walks through it, carefully, and strict. You’d watch her absentmindedly as you took notice of her marching routine. And if you were just a little bit more unprofessional, you’d have chuckled at the clear contrast of the multicoloured garden and her pitch black armour.

“Miss Cassandra!” You nearly stumbled in delight when she looked your way, even when protected behind tattered steel her eyes never failed to steal you from rationality. “How do you do? Marching on dandelions once again, or has yet another dragonfly flown into your helmet?”

You really don’t mean to provoke her so much, however after 6 months of working alongside her, and barely receiving any cordial interaction, it has proven to debilitate your good manners. Despite this you would not push her to speak, simply that loneliness was peeking its head from out of the depths of you.

She’s stiff as you take your place by her side, in spite of that she doesn’t move away. She lets out a quiet breath and it leaves you wondering how lovely spoken words would sound like from her.

“We may be going into war..: You started with a huff, “In truth, I’m terrified. I don’t think I’ll last on the frontlines. But you? I’d wager you could defeat an entire army. Magic and all.”

You didn’t notice at first, the proximity of your hands to hers. You wanted her to take it. Lacking the courage to make any moves. Fear was weighing on you from the passing days of weariness.

The two of you fall into familiar silence as the wind picks up its dance. The sky soon perfumed with bloodied orange hues and darkened blues. This is as close to her as you’ll ever be. And by your growing smile, and the way you were the one to leave the intimate silence first, you accepted it.

Despite her hand brushing at yours you felt as though you couldn’t turn back. You shouldn’t.

Else her softened eyes would have made a traitor out of you.

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#batfam imagine #batfamily #dc comics #batfam #cassandra cain x you #cassandra cain x y/n #cassandra cain #cassandra cain x reader #batgirl x y/n #batgirl x you #batgirl x reader #batman family #batfamily x reader #batgirl #batman #medieval #medieval au

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deadsetobsessions · 4 months

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He could overlook a lot of things, but this was getting ridiculous. You’d think seasoned vigilantes would have better excuses prepared, but Danny had caught that flash of panic that crossed Tim’s face as Danny came face to face with Tim dragging an unconscious Steph to her designated room in the manor.

“Uh.”

“Danny! Uh, Stephanie brained herself- uh, sliding down the bannisters and- pleasedon’ttellBruce.”

Danny blinks, staring at Tim and then very pointedly, very slowly, turned his head back towards the direction he came from: the main hall… where the bannisters were. He wonders what vigilante hijinks they were trying to hide from B this time.

Tim coughs, trying to inch Stephanie away. “Uh. She was doing… cartwheels?”

Danny let his eyes slowly take in the bruises that were clearly not from “cartwheeling in the mansion” on the both of them. There’s a huge bandaged cut on Steph’s forearm and a giant bruise on the edge of Tim’s jaw. Tim’s face twitches nervously, not that anyone else would have noticed- except Danny has enhanced ghost senses and could feel the panic coming off of his adopted brother.

“You know…” Shit, what does he do? Not knowing would be so much easier if these idiots gave him good excuses! “I don’t think I want to know what you two have been up to… but should I be worried for your, uh, physical health?”

“Nope!”

“… Okay.” He says. Tim opens his mouth to make further excuses but Danny adds quickly, “But don’t tell me, because if Bruce asks, I want plausible deniability.”

Cartwheels, Danny’s ghostly ass. Luckily, this show of doubt reaffirms Tim’s belief that Danny believes them all of the other times. Danny grins inwardly, planning capitalizing on the guilt that flashed over Tim’s face.

“Deal.”

“Want help?” The halfa points at Steph, who’s still being dragged over the carpet by a noodle armed Tim. Danny knows Tim’s strong, he’s a vigilante, but it’s funny watching him pretend to struggle.

“Please. I’m so tired right now.” He looks it too. Danny’s brows furrow with genuine concern when he takes in Tim’s drowned raccoon look. He picks up Steph, firmly removing her from Tim’s suddenly weak grip. Being careful to avoid her injuries, Danny nods at the door to her room. Tim cracks it open and does a little showy gesture towards the inside.

“C’mon, we’ll tuck her in and then I’ll tuck you in.”

“What, you don’t have to do that.”

“If you don’t let me tuck you in and make sure you sleep, I’ll tell Alfred who really accidentally poured boiling hot coffee on his azaleas last week. And I’ll sic Dick on you and tell him you haven’t been sleeping enough.”

“You drive a hard bargain,” Tim grumbles. “But fine. It’s really not my fault I’m this tired. A missing spleen is hard to handle, you know.”

“Yeah, missing an organ sucks,” Danny says, shit eating grin hidden long enough to catch the contemplative bloodhound look that passes over Tim’s face.

“Which- uh, which one of your organs is missing?”

“Liver.” Danny says, remembering the flashes of pain. He tilts his head away to hide the grin at Tim’s panicked face.

When he tucks Tim in, he pretends to believe Tim’s sleeping act and left his room while mumbling about the Wayne’s clumsiness and bruises and stocking up on bruise cream. He couldn’t even enjoy Tim’s floundering, this time, worried as he is.

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“Brother.” Danny half turns his head, just to beam a sunny smile at Cass. He signs an exuberant hello. The halfa hangs up his coat as he addresses his adopted sister.

“Cass! What’s up?”

“Dinner.” She smiles back, signing that Alfred wanted them to the dinning room post haste. The main dining room, because rich people were fruit loops and Batman is totally included. Cassandra looks down and gasps.

What…?

Oh. Fuck. Danny glances down. He genuinely forgot about that.

“Huh.”

“Okay?” Suddenly, Cass is right next to him, hand reached out and hovering over the actual knife Danny forgot was sticking out of him. At least it’s where his liver should be, so he won’t have to pretend.

“Oh. Yeah, I’m good. Don’t have a liver.” Danny decides on the spot that he’s not gonna mess with Cass. She smiled the same as him. “Got mugged on the way back but I think they said I could keep the knife, right?”

“Danny.” She’s frowning at him. He feels like he just kicked tiny Cujo. But he doesn’t feel bad enough to blurt everything out.

“Here. You can have it if you want?” Danny casually pulls out the knife and holds the wound together with his bare hands. Cass looks more alarmed. She bodily picks up Danny and starts running.

“Woah!”

Cass throws him at Alfred, gently.

“Miss Cassandra! Why, I never-!” Alfred pauses in surprise.

“Uh. Wow, Cass. You’re really strong.” Danny pipes up, hand still over his gushing wound.

She ignores him, pointing at Danny and telling Alfred, “Hurt. Got mugged. Dumb.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault Gothamites are ready to jump people at any moment. Besides, it’s daytime. It’s not like the vigilante furries are out to save my butt. I think I did really well coming back safe, you know?”

“Hurt. Forgot the knife. Was in him.”

“Master Danny!”

Danny pouts. He also knows there’s a discreet camera in the corners of the sitting room, so he’s definitely hoping he could phase into the cave when Barbara eventually tells the group that he called them “vigilante furries.”

Alfred clucks his tongue and set to work patching him up. Danny tries not to bask in the careful way Alfred tended to his wounds. It reminds him too much of Jazz, if Jazz was British and a man with greying hair.

But because they were watching him and he was watching them in return, Danny noticed the moment Alfred’s hands stalled and Cass’ gaze got intense. What now…?

Oh, fuck, his vivisection scar. Oops. Danny smiled, channeling Dani (his lovely clone sister) at her most innocent.

Cass smiled back, just as sunnily, fists tightening at her side in repressed fury.

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“Cass? Why’d you call us?”

“Yeah, baby bat. I got a couple o’ smugglers to talk to.”

Cass paces.

“What is it, Cassandra?” Damian tuts impatiently.

“Danny. Has… scars. Autopsy. But was struggling. When cut.”

“What.”

“A vivisection, Master Jason.” Alfred’s voice was crisp and eerily cold. His hands are folded, rage only held back by his sheer will and a well practiced sense of propriety.

“We find. Who hurt him,” Cass snarls. “We. End.”

Jason’s eyes glint green, hands going to his guns. “Fine. By. Me.”

“It does tie in with the dead comment. I wonder what happened to him.” Tim clacks away at the bat computer, furiously looking into the matter already. Bruce has taken to prowling, stressed out at the prospect of one more of his children- not a vigilante at that- getting hurt the way Jason had. Worse, even. A vivisection. He was alive, dissected. Aware enough to struggle. Dick looked like he was torn about hunting down and lunging at whoever hurt Danny to rip their throats out with his bare teeth versus the urge to go back up to the manor and wrap Danny in bubble wrap.

In the corner, Danny was having a quiet breakdown because he came here to watch them react to vigilante furries, not offering to murder the people who vivisected him. What the fuck?? He ran his hands through his hair, invisible.

——

“Oh, by the way, we should consider more daytime shifts.”

“Why?” Spoiler asks Barbara.

“Danny got mugged. And called us the nightly furries.”

“The fuckin’ what-?” Jason chokes out, laughing. Bruce stops his pacing, body language becoming slightly offended.

Danny muffles a laugh only Alfred would have heard.

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tearful-bat · 10 months

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Goodnight

Cassandra Cain x reader, fluff

word count: 505

You and Cassandra had been dating for a few weeks; it had become a routine for her to show up at your apartment unannounced after being injured from patrol. There now she sat sprawled on your sofa, exhaustion was evident in her demeanour. “Cassandra?” you called your voice flushed with fatigue you had been awakened by the sound of her opening your window and entering your apartment “Oh no Cassie are you injured again?” you asked sadness hinting in your voice. "No. Just my arm it’s slightly injured.” you smiled as your crouched next to her on the floor next to you sofa resting your head on her shoulder. “If you're fine then why are you hogging up my sofa? You should be out of your suit and in bed.” you huffed. “tired.”. You sighed then wrapped your arm across Cassandra’s neck moving your face closer to hers.

“You’re not afraid of me…or this, what it means for your life to know me, what it means for your future. I don't scare you, do I? Cassandra asks suddenly, loneliness in her voice. You paused. You loved Cassandra dearly and the reality of her question hit you. Yes you knew by being involved with her you were directly putting yourself in danger but you didn’t care Cassandra was perfect she was so beautiful, intelligent and caring, you couldn’t imagine not being with her or with someone else. “Maybe a part of me is scared of the life you bring but it’s worth it. I love you so so much Cassandra and there’s no one I would rather date than you, I would die a thousand times if it means I could spend my life with you” you replied moving your hand to cup her cheek as you grinned at her. Cassandra in return turned her head to face you so you could gaze into her almond eyes and soft face which was now dusted pink from her blushing at your words. “I love you too Y/N. For years I've been treated like a weapon but you see me as a person; you never judge me and you make me happier than anyone has ever before. I never realised life could have so much colour, so much beauty, so much meaning until I met you.” You gaped at her words, you could feel your face heating up as your mind fogged with happiness and admiration for the woman next to you. You leaned your face in to kiss her, her soft lips meeting yours as she too cupped your cheek.

Separating from the kiss Cassandra gave you a weak sheepish grin as her eyes begin to flutter closed peacefully she drifted off to sleep. You gently removed yourself from next to her careful not to wake her as you got up and looked down at her with fondness. Grabbing a blanket from behind your sofa you used it to cover her and then smoothing hair from off her forehead you planted a tender kiss. “Goodnight Cassandra.”

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bet-on-me-13 · 19 days

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Wes ruins everything

Wes had finally done it, he had finally realized why nobody ever belived him about Fenton and Phantom! It made so much sense now, he had been looking for an answer for years, thinking he was going crazy because everybody refused to see the Obvious!

He was Cursed!

He literally had an Ancestoral Curse on his Bloodline that made it so that all those born with the gift of Prophecy would be ignored! A Gift of Prophecy that he apparently had.

It was Cassandra's Curse, the one from Greek Myths. Apparently she was his Great×1000 Grandmother and passed down the Gift (and Curse) of Prophecy to him. And he knew how to break it!

All he needed to do was gather the right resources, chant the correct incantations, make sure not to accidentally summon a Demon in the process, and he could just foist the Curse onto some other poor schmuck. Sure it would suck for them, and he would loose his Gift of Prophecy, but Wes had been ignored for Years at this point, he needed validation!

So he did the Ritual, and he didn't mess it up, and he managed to get rid of the Curse.

Now all he had to do was convince everybody that he was right for the first time in his life! This was going to be great!

...

Cass didn't know what was going on.

A while ago, she had started getting these...gut feelings that she couldn't explain.

She would look over the details of a Case her Family was working on, and see a patern that the others were seemingly ignoring. Like when she realized that The Penguin was about to raid the Docks on the East Side, but the others were convinced it was going to be on the West.

But when she had tried to tell them, they had brushed her off. "We've already concluded that he will begin the Raid on the West side, no need to go to the East."

She had gone anyways, and low and behold she had been right. But nobody even acknowledged that she had been right at all, they had just wondered how they had missed the signs, not even questioning how she had known.

It wasn't limited to Cases either. Even small things, like telling her brother's where the TV remote was were brushed off, and hours later they would still be looking, never even having checked where she told them.

It seemed that no matter what, nobody cared about her point of view anymore. They kept brushing her off, telling her she was wrong, actively ignoring her ideas.

And it was getting worse. They were starting to ignore her more and more, forgetting she was in the room, not calling her down for Dinner, even forgetting to check in on her during Patrol.

She knew that there must be something going on, Magical or otherwise, but when she tried bringing it up with her Dad or JLD, they would also Brush her off.

Her Family was forgetting her. And they didn't even realize it.

...

Danny was not okay at the moment.

When he had gone to school a few weeks ago and noticed everybody staring at him, he didn't give it much thought. Maybe Dash or Paulina had spread another Rumor about him again, not too out of the ordinary.

When his name had been called over the Intercom, he hadn't thought much of that either. His grades were falling even more than usual, so he assumed his Guidance Counselor wanted to have another talk with him.

When he walked into the Principals Office to see both of his Parents and some GIW Agents, that's when he realized something big must have happened.

He didn't have much of a chance to react when the Shields went up, but he did react when the first Ecto-Blast scorched the wall behind him. His Parents began to scream at him as they fired their Blasters, something about replacing somebody? He didn't know, he was pretty preoccupied at the moment.

It took more effort than he cared to admit to escape the Room, but a stray shot to the hidden Shield Projector under the Principals Desk proved to be his saving grace. Unfortunately the moment he escaped the Office, he was met with a veritable Army of GIW Agents, all armed to the Teeth with Weapons he had never even seen before.

He managed to get away for a moment, hiding in the Bathroom as the Agents chasing him passed it by. That's when he met Wes.

He obviously hadn't been expecting him, but the moment he saw him Wes put on a smug look. "Oh hi Fenton, trying to get away from the other students?"

Danny had replied with confusion, "What the hell are you talking about?!"

"I finally managed to convince everybody about you, now everyone knows that you're Phantom! I'll bet you're hiding from all of the other Students hounding you for questions right?"

"...it was you?"

"Yeah, so? I finally get to be right!"

"...You absolute MORON-"

That was the last Danny got to say to Wes before an Ecto-Blast launched him through a Wall, seeing his face morph into a look of Shock just before the dust cloud covered it up.

Since that day, Danny had been on the Run. Nowhere was safe anymore now that the GIW knew both his Human and Ghost's faces, but he had to keep running. He crossed state Lines already, and was on his way to the next Ecto-Rich City he could sense, somewhere in New Jersey.

He cursed his Fenton Luck every day. Why had everybody believed Wes this time?! Nobody had ever belived him before, nobody even seemed to acknowledge his existence after a while! What had changed?

Danny just wanted to rest already.

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Cass had taken to Patrolling alone recently. She had taken to doing a lot of things alone, actually.

After the first month, it seemed that nobody could remember that she was in the room with them, even if she was within their eyeline, she just faded into the background. By the 2 Month Mark they had stopped talking to her entirely, although occasionally she would get a Text or two from her dad. By the 3 month Mark she was completely invisible, and By the 5th she had been forced to get used to it.

She didn't know what was going on, was it a Meta Ability? Magic? Alien Tech? She had no idea.

She had begun to cook for herself after the first time Alfred forgot to set her Plate at the Table. The same with Washing her own Clothes, Cleaning her Room, and Paying her Phone Bills. At the very least the Automated Allowance Payments to her Account had kept up, or she wouldn't have been able to go to her favorite Cafe anymore.

It was bittersweet for her. She used to go to that Cafe every week with Alfred, but he didn't even come on his own anymore. Had he only come for her? Did she really mean that much to them? It hurt, she finally had a family that cared for her and suddenly she didn't exist to them.

She sat alone at a Table, ignored by everyone in the Cafe as usual, when a new face walked in. He looked about her age, a little roughed up, walking with a sort of cautious gaint, as if he was scared of something. His Body Language seemed to agree with her assessment, as his body practically screamed "Worry" in its movements.

Cass stopped watching at that point. Just another Gotham Teen, probably worried over something like getting not having enough money or getting mugged on the way home. It was a Common sight in Gotham.

She attention was pricked again for a moment when she heard a voice speak up. "Uh, can I sit here?"

She ignored it, he wasn't talking to her.

"Um, excuse me? Miss? Could I sit here?" He repeated.

She ignored him again, he wasn't talking to her. Nobody talked to her.

"Hello? Do you have Earbuds in?" He said, and he waved his hand in front of her face.

Her face. He waved his hand. In front of Her Face.

He was talking to her.

She looked up at him sharply, seeming to startle him for a moment before he asked, "So, is that a no?"

"You can see me?" She asked.

He looked a bit bewildered, but replied "Uh, yeah? Why would I not? Are you...a Ghost?". That last part sounded a bit suspicious.

"No. Not a Ghost. But nobody sees me. Ever. Nobody remembers me." She replied. She had never spoken this much to anybody outside of her Family, but in the past few weeks she had been starved for interaction.

He seemed slightly interested, and sat down at her table. He looked her in the eyes, and said "Do you...talk about it?"

She smiled. He could see her.

#Dpxdc #Dp x dc #Dcxdp #Dc x dp #Danny Phantom #Dc #Dcu #Batman #Cassandra Cain #Cassandra's Curse #Wes Weston has Cassandra's Curse #He manages to get rid of it and foists it onto a random person #That being Cassandra Cain (because irony)#The Cassandra Curse works a bit differently here #The User will slowly become less relevant and more ignored in the lives of the people around them #Until nobody can even be bothered to remember they exist and the Prophecy they speak becomes utterly useless #Ever wonder why Wes isn't an actual character in the Show? It's because everybody including the Audience forgot about his ramblings #Danny is unaffected because of Ghost Shenanigans #Wes Weston reveal Danny Phantom #He was so obsessed with finally being right that he didn't think of the consequences #He's still a moron though and doesn't have a way to undo it #Danny is on the Run #This is Cass/Danny if you didn't catch on #Danny has been Unseen because hasn't been able to talk to people for months due to being on the run #Cass has been Unseen for months because that's when she was cursed #Both haven't talked to another person is so long and it is relieving #They live together Unseen for Months since they don't know how to fix either of their situations #Dead Silent #That's their Ship name right?#Had to reference the Shipping Chart

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hana-no-seiiki · 2 months

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gonna make a full fic of this soon but like

yandere batfam! w/ robin(hsr) reader

where they go to penacony (maybe vegas doesnt exist in their universe’s us) likely with teen titans/young justice

and the other members keep talking about how excited they are for “robin’s” concert

and they’re (im gonna include the ladies and such) are just confused like? who? what now? damian’s singing?

and then the magical moment of seeing you perform on stage, amidst the chaos of the reverie and people partying

cue obsessive batfans

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reveluving · 5 months

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mini batmom thought of the day!

🥧 fuck work. i just want to bake with cass.

🥧 if my baby wants me to make a microwave mug cake or some dessert that I can't even pronounce with her, then im not questioning it. i'll put everything down, and we'll immediately be in the kitchen.

🥧 and then when bruce comes home, the three of us would share the dessert together. him still in his work shirt, his blazer laid on the other side of the counter while i feed him a spoonful of the treat. then we can praise our daughter's baking, even if she needed me to tell her what to do from the recipe book.

🥧 i just want to take photos of the final product, then show it to my staff/coworkers and praise my daughter's work like the proud mother i am.

🥧 bonus: making extra batches for when the rest of the family comes home/visits!

check out my batmom m.list!

#channeling my inner batmom #— reve's reverie 🌹#a mother's touch series #batmom #batfam #batfamily #batfam x batmom #cassandra cain #cassandra cain x reader #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x you #bruce wayne x fem!reader #bruce wayne x batmom #batman

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elizabethemerald · 7 months

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Girl's Knight

It was supposed to be girl’s night. Tim was on Comms so Barbara could be here, and the rest of the Bats had all but forced them to take the night off, each of them promising that they would handle the crime of the city so the girls could relax for one night. The plan had been a movie at the theater, dining out in their fanciest dresses that were usually only used for stuffy galas, then returning to the clocktower for drinks and makeovers. Not to mention looking through Babara’s cache of black mail videos of all the fails of the boys.

Of course, they still lived in Gotham. When did anything go to plan in Gotham?

The theater had been attacked by Dr. Freeze. He basically turned the whole building into a snowglobe. Since no one was inside it, Batman was just going to leave the building to thaw normally. So they should be able to enjoy movies there again sometime in April. The fancy restaurant turned out to be a front for a mob family and while they knew that, Jim Gordon had jumped the gun on cracking down and shut the place down. Babs was going to give her dad an annoyed call tomorrow about that one.

So now the trio of Barbara, Cassandra and Stephanie were at Batburger in their gala finest. The night could still be saved if they could just get back to the clock tower. Then Condiment King strutted into the Batburger. All three of them sighed and Cass and Steph started silently arguing back and forth on who would slip out to deal with him. No matter who stayed and who left, there were even odds of all of them getting covered in something foul smelling.

However all three of them were surprised when a pair at another table were the ones to rise.

Cassandra had of course clocked them when she entered, that part of her brain that she could never shut off had cataloged every person in the restaurant before she was even fully past the door.

The woman was tall, taller than any of her brothers. Even taller than Bruce. She might even be as tall as Wonder Woman. She had long flaming red locks that cascaded down her back, restrained only by a teal headband. She had sat facing the entrance and had clearly clocked the Batgirl trio as fighters as well. She was well muscled and moved with the practiced grace of a trained martial artist. When Condiment King had appeared she had seemed more annoyed than scared or truly bothered by him.

Her companion was skinny and small in the same way that street kids usually were, the same way Jason had been and even Cass herself. Like no matter how much food he ate it would never be enough to make up for not getting enough as a kid. Even though he had his back to the entrance he had still been aware of every person as they came and went, cocking his head and tracking them by sound alone. He looked to be the same age Cass was. Cass could tell they were siblings, though they looked just about as different as possible.

The two of them had conversed in rapid sign language, the woman speaking and signing, while he listened and signed back. It made Cassandra’s heart leap, seeing someone else just like her. She had just happened to sit so she could read some of his signs while showing that she used ASL as well. Though he apparently didn’t like his food very much because he kept saying something about “nasty burgers.”

Right before Condiment King had walked in, the guy had sat up and shivered before looking around warily. His sister had sighed and carefully wiped her fingers on her napkin, unhurried by whatever had spooked him. Then one of Gotham’s least effective, yet most annoying, rogues walked in and declared he was robbing the place.

The guy stood up and pulled what looked to Cass to be a highly scientific soup thermos and snuck up behind Condiment King as he was threatening the tired, underpaid and overworked cashiers. Cass couldn’t help but notice how silent he walked, he glided over the ground like a dancer as if gravity was only the merest of suggestions. He thumbed a switch on the side of his thermos and a brilliant blue beam poured out, catching Condiment King’s attention.

Condiment King turned and almost jumped out of his skin when he saw a random civilian holding a soup container threateningly. The rogue and the stranger both looked down at the thermos in confusion. He opened his mouth as if to speak but instead some horrible combination of sparking electricity, cracking ice and distant screams came out. Somehow Cass could almost hear words past the noise and she was amazed that she could understand him.

“Huh. I would have sworn you were one of mine.”

Condiment King scowled past his confusion and readied his mustard cannon.

“Danny, now's not the time for quips.” His sister said as she pulled him out of the way of the yellow fountain. “I’m not letting you back in the apartment if you smell like mustard.”

Then she pulled a baton from the back of her belt that extended into a bo staff. Two quick strikes had Condiment King disarmed and on the ground, a third and he was dazed enough to not be a threat.

“Well done, Jazz!” Danny had set his thermos down on the countertop so he could excitedly sign to his sister, then he looked around in confusion. “But then what triggered my ghost sense?”

No sooner had he finished his signs, than a translucent being phased through the wall, a box in his hands. He looked to be dressed as a regular warehouse worker, though he glowed, floated and apparently could ignore solid walls. He immediately began flinging frozen hamburger patties from his box around.

“I’m the Box Ghost! Ghostly master of all things rectangular and corrugated! Beware!”

“Ah, there you are Boxy.” Danny said in his strange and crackling voice. Cass could see that Stephanie and Barbara couldn’t understand what he was saying as they both clamped their hands over their ears at the cacophony.

Cass watched Danny with this Box Ghost. Clearly the two knew each other, she could practically see the rapport Danny had. She couldn’t keep herself from admiring Danny’s form. He flowed like water around the frozen patties. Even when her brothers were at their most agile and graceful, there was an element of elegance that was missing from their movements. Yet with Danny he skated around the projectiles.

He was also aware of every person in the restaurant. One of the frozen burgers would have easily missed Danny, but hit one of the others, except he caught it and spun it right back at Box Ghost. That level of awareness was difficult for even seasoned heroes, and showed how often Danny had faced overwhelming odds, he knew exactly what would happen if he failed to be aware of someone in the line of fire.

She appreciated how in control he was of his strength. She could see it in the bunching and tightening of his muscles that he wasn’t using anywhere near his full strength in this fight. It was a level of restraint she knew far too personally. It was the restraint of someone who had hurt others before and would never do so again.

“Alright Boxy, you’re making a mess. Time to be done” Danny said, grabbing the thermos once more and again flipping the switch. This time when the beam of light caught the ghost it began to pull them in like a vortex.

“Darn your cylindrical containment device!” The voice of the Box Ghost diminished until it completely disappeared along with the ghost and the beam of light. Danny spun the thermos in his hand for a moment before he clipped it onto his belt with a flourish.

Cass glanced at the other Batgirls and, unsurprisingly, saw Steph almost salivating over the amazonian woman. Steph liked her women strong, tall and hyper competent. Meetings with the rest of the Justice League usually left her vibrating with barely controlled desire. She had almost needed a vacation the first time she met Big Barda. Steph was already half way up out of her seat to introduce herself.

Barbara seemed similarly impressed, though as she was currently dating Dinah Lance, her interest was different. She had her phone out and was typing rapidly, no doubt hacking the security system of the Batburger to remove any evidence of their actions, as clear a sign of her approval as anything.

With a smile Cass also stood and followed Steph. The two Batgirls would absolutely introduce themselves to these two, and hopefully that introduction would eventually lead to a date, or maybe more.

#dp x dc #danny fenton #danny phantom #jazz fenton #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #barbara gordon #dead silent #danny x cass #jazz x steph #babs x dinah #dinahbabs #I could write more for this #a sequel or something #maybe even a whole dating fic #what would you like to see?#girl's knight

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