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lordgrimoire · 1 year

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The Goonion would like a Word

Bruce had never had an experience like this before, letters of ransom from any of his rogues? Certainly! But the Goonion only ever left messages when they were paying bail for their own, and he was becoming worried as to why Jason’s Goons had posted a message to him via The Goonion.

“To Batman of Gotham, New Jersey, United States of America, We would like to have a word with you in regards to a pair of Meta Adjacent individuals we would like to harbor here in Gotham, we are only extending the courtesy to you regarding them due to the fact that the United States Government refuses to acknowledge them as people due to their conditions, the Boss said he would tell you himself, if he has not already he likely will soon. Suffice to say a family of three is coming to Gotham as their last chance at a safe harbor and we would prefer it if you did not get on their cases. We hope to receive your response without any broken bones, The Goonion, Gotham, New Jersey Branch.” Tim was staring at the paper, the stationary of The Goonion, with confusion, Dick, Barbara, Cass, and Stephany seemed rather accepting of it, and Damian was confused.

“What is this, Goonion?” His youngest asked, staring at the paper as Bruce read over the return address, the Iceberg Lounge, a server named Thomas.

“Ah, we haven’t told you about them yet have we?” Dick began, sitting back. “They’re nice folks, help get the Goons payed and are usually the ones to put their feet down when Rogues get outta hand for normal folks, for instance, the Joker does not have the stamp of approval for, many reasons. But primarily it’s due to his former Henchmen, including Harley, snitching on him to the Goonion.” Dick typed something into his phone, Damian’s own device pinging in his pocket, likely more info. “The Goonion has an odd relationship with us, we don’t go after them and they try to keep things regulated, Jason could probably tell you more, and it seems from the letter we do have to talk to him.” The door to the cave opened, and while Bruce looked up to see his second son come walking down the steps he seemed, tired, run down even.

“The Goonion already got to you? Good on them.” Jason huffed as he sat next to Damian, ruffling the boy’s head much to his exasperation and attempted swatting. “Situations fucked, the letter doesn’t even touch on the bigger parts but it gets, real fucky like, possibly gonna want to get Uncle Clark and Aunt Diana in on it fucky, definitely Constantine as well.” Well Bruce knew his flags rather well and if Jason was advocating for not only a League intervention but one headed by John Constantine? Bruce decided to address the original topic first.

“They can stay, but they will have to answer questions.” Jason huffed and leaned back.

“Ground rules then, the two younger kids? Meta Adjacent? They have a similar situation to me, and it turns out Ra’s is playing with not even a tenth of a full puzzle with the Lazarus Pit.” Everyone around the table stiffened, save Alfred who had come in behind Jason with a tea service, as Jason took a sip from the mug placed before him and nodding to Alfred. “Thank you. The details are spotty but the abridged form is this, the Lazarus pit is the remains of a bunch of people from a dimension to which we all go when we die, the residents therein call it the Infinite Realms since it services everyone that means every Person who has a faith or doesn’t has a place there. Furthermore these three’s parents who passed recently in a Government Sanctioned raid made a Portal to the Infinite Realms, and Lazarus Water? Corrupted, dirty, a literally soul eroding form of what makes up matter on that end of the divide, Ectoplasm.” Jason withdrew a vial from his pocket, a bright green and sluggish substances was held within. “This is pure ectoplasm, The Parents, a pair known as Doctors Jack and Madeline Fenton, introduced me to a Doctor from the Infinite Realms, suffice to say I am feeling much less angry and far more at peace with things, though apparently being angry is normal for the type of “Dead but Brought Back” I am.” Jason placed the vial on the table and slowly pushed it to Bruce, taking his hand back when he reached for it.

“Jazz, the eldest, is a student at Gotham University, or she is now, identities and the like will be handled later but for the younger two it’s time for some non starters, because apparenlty if you ask an Ecto Entity or anyone touched by the Infinite Realms how they died it sets off a “I Must Kill You Now” trigger in their head, essentially forcing them to suffer their deaths all over again until they deal with who or whatever asked the question, so no being a little nosey punk about it Tim.” Tim jolted at his name being said instead of Jason’s nickname for him but he nodded when he realized that his elder brother hadn’t looked away from him. Bruce was still proud the two had started to mend things so well, but as he stared at the vial a question swirled in his mind.

“Why did the Goonion send a letter then?” Jason stiffened slightly and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Alrighty, so you know how I’ve been going to College classes since a year ago? I met Jazz at one of them, as Jason Todd, son of Bruce Wayne and card carrying member of Red Hood’s Goonion. This was, sometime around Spring Semester, soooooo” Steph lunged up, mouth open with a squeak until Cass pulled her back down. Jason sighed and continued. “We started dating last year, she wants to be a psychiatrist and maay have started working for The Goonion in Star City when one of their guys ended up on her mentor’s patient bench. Her academics are already transferred to Gotham U but she’s still looking for a new Mentor.” Bruce made an affirmative noise at that, encouraging, Jason was holding something back, the younger siblings hadn’t been named yet. “The Goonion hired her former mentor and Jazz followed them in since they have really good benefits, and she has experience with the whole Capes and Crooks thing already. Though she told me she would rather she and her siblings explain that.”

So, Jasmine Fenton, after being a student for at least a year in Psychiatry, became a Goonion Psychiatrist, and then when her Parents died she takes her younger siblings, one of whom is rather recently adopted into the family by the looks of it, and flees her hometown, one Amity Park Illinois, which has a disturbingly blank file in the League databanks. “Yeah,” Jason began, looking over at the Batcomputer, scanning the total lack of data from two year ago on. “The Government locked their hometown down quick, they have a branch called the Ghost Investigation Ward, who managed to get a law in before our current Shining Dome of a President, was sworn in, apparenlty old Lex has been trying to rip that law to shredds since he found out about it and there’s something akin to a coup attempt going on from the GIW towards Lex. I looked into those guys already, I think it would be wiser to side with the current President and not a bunch of Loons who would dissect Uncle Clark and his kids if they got the chance.” Damian jerked slightly, turning to face Jason.

“What?”

“Yeah, Krypton is dead it’s a dead world, by some of the smaller parts of the Anti-Ecto Acts that means that all Kryptonians are ecto-beings and by that law have no sentience, and are just emotions imprinted on ectoplasm, given the fact I died once they would pick me up as well in a heartbeat, for “disposal” as they call it.” The room had become Still, Dick seemed furious, staring at the damning lack of info alongside a pale Tim, Damian who was still staring at Jason realized just why his brother had looked back to him and was also looking at Cass, they had been brought back by the pit, they were by Federal Law non-sentient. Bruce felt the arms of his chair bend slightly under his grip before breathing out his frustration.

“You have a plan?” Jason nodded, he seemed to be expecting worse, you really didn’t give him a reason not to, and began speaking.

“The Goonion will be dealing with protecting people who fall under the acts, we just need the JL to take this problem and light it on fire, drag it into the public eye and raid a few of the GIW’s bases that may have people, both from our side and theirs, in captivity. I will be going tonight to get Jazz and her Siblings from a bolt hole of theirs, an Aunt in Arkansas whose bound to be investigated is hiding them, I just need to borrow something.” Bruce allowed an eyebrow to climb up his forehead, he wants to borrow the Batplane for it.

“I’ll allow it, go and get them once it starts to become dark out, I’ll expect you back by dawn, do you have a place set up?” Jason blinked at him before nodding.

“Yeah, one of the safer corners of Crime Alley, closest part to Gotham University, three bedrooms, two bath, someone maaay have helped me pick it out.” Bruce nodded, he would get nowhere in trying to guess which of his other children, Alfred, or any of Jason’s friends, or even some of their own collectively reformed Rogues could have helped Jason in this, but suffice to say it was a safe harbor and one backed by some rather tough figures. The Goonion alone would give anyone trouble, but with them being in Crime Alley that meant that they were essentially in an invaders nightmare. Dead ends, construction, dilapidated or abandoned buildings, it was a natural ambush site. Jason then put a box on the table, it was a scanner of some sort.

“One of the reasons they’re coming here is this,” he flipped a switch and the machine began to frantically beep, practically sounding a long tone before Jason flipped it off again, “Gotham sits on a similar point to Amity Park, and as such we are LOADED with ambient ectoplasm, constantly stirred up by magic based curses of one sort or another it essentially blinds ectoplasmic tracking devices.” Bruce nodded, accepting the device as it was pushed down the table to him. “Jazz had apparently decided that they would run to Gotham if things went sideways like this anyways, we’re the closest ambiently effected city to Amity not ringed by GIW outposts and scanners.” Bruce paused in his observing of the machine, the GIW had surrounded other cities that had high ambient ectoplasm?

“Where?” Jason pulled out a small notepad.

“Well, Jazz wouldn’t tell us, but the Goonion has it’s ways, The GIW has encircled the following cities, Salem, Boston, and Springfield of Massachusetts, New Orleans, New York, Philadelphia and Gettysburg of Pennsylvania, Chicago Illinois, Savanah Georgia, D.C., and then San Francisco and San Antonio of California and Texas respectively, I asked for this list at 6 this morning, I was handed this current version at Noon, these were just the overt ones. Metropolis, Bludhaven, and Gotham, are currently not surrounded, there are locations between them but not many.” Bruce stood, watching as addresses were placed on the table, each assigned a sticky note and details.

“You should get ready to go get Jazz and her siblings, we’ll deal with this.” Bruce tapped on the sticky note closest to him. Jason nodded and stood, following Alfred out of the Batcave as Bruce looked to the rest of his family. “We have targets, we have details, Tim, dig up what you can on the GIW, Damian, Dick, Cass, Stephanie, your with me, we’re going to raid as many of these places as we can tonight, Barbara,”

“I’ve got comms, got it.” She interrupted, rolling over to the Bat computer and preparing for daylight operations

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goodeapple · 3 months

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someone could come love me, if somebody knew me

AS IT WAS PROMISED, SO SHALL IT BE BESTOWED.

"Aemond has a dragon dick, send tweet."

pairing : Aemond x Ysilla (Rhaenyra'sDaughter!OC)

warnings : Pretty tame I'd say- handjobs, slight oral play, fantasy of exhibitionism, Aemond's dark little mind & his big ole dragon dick.

word count : 3,000+

title from "fue mejor", Kali Uchis & SZA

Ysilla’s line of sight darts to his crotch, peering intensely at the leather holding him in. She stares, gaze unbroken and unbothered, even as he fidgets under her scrutiny.

“Can I see it?”

Her inflection is curious, lacking a lustful lilt and somehow, that makes this all the more humiliating.

“I am not a thing for you to study, wicked girl.” The Dragon Prince snarls. He feels heat pulsate in his face. As if he is a monster, reduced to the oddity of his anatomy instead of the man, the scholar, the fighter he has fashioned himself to be by his own will and his own way. But now, he is nothing but a butterfly pinned in place as strangers pick him apart with a sickened curiosity. The socket of his absent eye aches wildly, a sympathetic partner to the abnormality between his knees.

“Pleaseee, Uncle.” His niece’s pleading compels her to her feet, her fingers lacing together to bring a begging fist under her chin. Her heart-shaped face is cherubic, lips parted in a prayer that Aemond wants to answer with his tongue. Or better yet, his cock. The vision of that, of him feeding every fat inch of his pole downdowndown her throat, until she would choke on him and make sweet tears roll down her cheeks… it seems so real, so well within his limits to make true.

Aemond snorts, tossing her a disdainful look, one he musters from his very tangible dislike for her and those she holds closest.

“Don’t beg, Silli, it doesn’t suit you. I said no- I’m positive you’ve never heard that before, but I’m not your papa.” His sneer twists his thin lips down, transforming his regal visage into something ugly. “I won’t give into your every whim just because you bat those pretty eyes at me.”

Ysilla gazes blithely back at him, swaying on the balls of her feet. Her dress flutters around her ankles, the delicate chains wrapped around the fragile bone there catching the candlelight. She’s barefoot- curiously. Her amber satin slippers were shucked off at the door before she had sunk into the too big chair in the center of his room. To quite simply make herself comfortable- to carve out a space wherever she lands, is a trait Aemond finds irritating but commendable.

At once, an impish smile illuminates her face, her irises lavender in bloom. “You think my eyes are pretty?”

Aemond bottles in a groan, gritting his teeth in exasperation. Such a little brat.

“That’s swell because… I think yours are pretty too, Uncle. Especially your hidden jewel.” Ysilla draws closer and closer, and the walls seem to cinch around them. She shouldn’t be here- he may be her blood but Ysilla is unwed and young and beautiful beyond her means. He should have sent her away when she came knocking, a small bound journal promising something of importance to him, her ticket into his den. Giddiness had manifested in the trembling of her fingers and he couldn't lie- he was intrigued. If only to watch Ysilla’s fire extinguish when he paid no thought to whatever had caught her fancy.

“I dreamt about it last night. It adorned my crown- not my tiara- my crown as Queen. Nestled front and center, staring down any man, any woman, who kneeled before me. Guarding me, protecting me, loyal… to me.”

Aemond puts desperate distance between them, her words striking a match within him.

Ysilla’s spiraling locks threaded through the Conqueror’s Crown, refined but still imposing, seated on the forged throne. Aemond gleaming in white, a striking savior at her side, first Lord Commander of the Queensguard. And even when he cannot be there, his jewel watches over all. An All Seeing Eye. He does not replace his surrogate orb. It be a piece of himself he shells out to shield her, and then, when they’re together, he’s comple-

The back of his knees meet resistance and he stills, refusing to bask in the jasmine gust brought forth by his niece’s closeness. She brings her palm to his jerkin covered chest and presses- urging, asking. Aemond stares down at her. She’s so tiny compared to him, so much smaller, weaker but she might as well have a blade to his throat.

He gives, settling into the armchair, wishing to become one with the buttons and the stitchings. When she drops to her knees, it is with a grace that is ingrained in her, blended into every shift of her body.

“I want to touch you, Aemond. I want to make you feel good.”

Her hand creeps along, fingertips dancing over his clothed thigh, conquering the distance to his laces like a soldier riding through a battlefield. Aemond feels himself start to surrender, a loss he will still win as the heat from Ysilla’s palm leeches through the hide of his breeches. He’s warm all over, tongue heavy in his mouth, words too much to muster. Beads of sweat lick their way down the nape of his neck.

Ysilla stares at him, her chest level with his knees. There’s too much light in here. He can see every delicious inch of her. No shadows to hide in, no darkness to dim her. She’s all propped up and on display in the late evening sun beaming through the balcony doors. Every beauty mark dotted along her spun sugar skin is penciled in by hand from the Gods, each strand of blackblue hair dancing away from the heat of her blistering surface. It makes this dream too real. He doesn’t know what he’ll do when he blinks and she blows away like a puff of smoke. He breathes out, nerves spiraling in his stomach and spreads his knees.

Aemond doesn’t make a habit of looking at himself. He washes and dresses with a detachment perfected over the years. When he realized how he differed, when his voice dropped and his bones stretched him to the brim and something else grew right along with him, he had floundered on how to handle it.

Who was he supposed to ask? His mother was out of the question- Aemond would rather crawl through smoldering embers after scooping out his other eye before he went to her. Aegon was self explanatory; his brother’s failed attempt to drag him down the Street of Silk was enough humiliation to last a lifetime. He toyed with the idea of going to Ser Criston or his grandfather, and some days it did seem tempting but his shame always held him tight by the throat. He was already different, already looked down upon with a pitiful gaze and whispered poor Prince Aemond, such a waste and no eye, no prospects, no future. He didn’t feel like piling on to his already stacked deck.

“You have to… yeah, and then untie me from, right, just like that.” The back of his eyelid and the pitch of his patch are a comforting darkness as he cycles through the prayers in his head. Warrior, grant me the strength to emerge- no. Mother, I ask your mercy- definitely not. Father, may you judge me justly. Yes, it’s solid, spans the points he needs to make. Aemond settles on it and repeats it, backwards and forwards as the tension imprisoning him in his breeches releases and he feels something spring up and off the flat plains of his abdomen.

“Aemond… Uncle, look at me.” He sucks in a breath through his teeth, ending his litany. It’s no use, his Gods are not listening. He hopes, he regrets, and he caves as he looks down at his lap.

The tip of it curves into a point, not sharp but defined. Blunt thickness runs through his shaft, until the base of him flares garishly into a hard knot. It’s as long as his forearm and thicker than his wrist. He always seems to be at attention, at mast at every surge of adrenaline, every lingering puff of perfume, every dashing neckline of Ysilla’s gowns when she curtsies- no, reign it in. A viciously red mushroom-tapered head splits to allow a bead of excitement to form and trickle down the lengthy march to his stones. He winces, his cock giving a readied pulse as his niece’s palm settles over his groin.

“Oh, Gods,” Ysilla looks upon him with a wonderment he’s never seen. It stills the air in his lungs. “Aemond, you’re beautiful.”

Shamefully, that sends him whimpering, the honeyed praise in her tone wrapping him in a caress that stokes the heat in his belly. She glances up at him with a gentle curiosity, but her attention quickly returns between his legs as he jerks from her proximity and the damp warmth of her exhaling breath.

“Ooohhh, he’s happy to see me.” Her grin is wicked, a toothy pluck of her mouth. Her cheeks are pinker than the Dornish dress Baela gifted her on her nameday last week.

Cheeky brat.

Ysilla hocks spit into her hand and Aemond grimaces. Being raised with only brothers has certainly left an impression on her. It's not oil but it’ll do in a pinch. Her fingers are lithe and thin, hands dainty already but seeing one trying to wrap around him? It’s laughable. It’s arousing- painfully so.

“You didn’t let me finish earlier.” Now that he has nothing to do but listen, his crafty little niece seems to have taken advantage of his predicament. Aemond can’t help but feel a tiny bit impressed. “So when I found the book in the Dragonstone stacks, after I cleaned off the layers of dust, I read all about the many men in Targaryen history who have been… afflicted by this… hardship. Aegon the Conqueror, Maegor the Cruel- which may have played a part in the six wives- but the last documented entry was well over 50 years ago. A tale forgotten to time and dismissed all the same as just another peculiarity with our family. But this Aemond…” she pumps him slowly, demanding his attention, making him bow for her even when she’s the one on her knees.

“We are closer to Gods than to men. By our dragons of course, but by this as well! You are something special, can’t you see that?” He likes to hear her excited. Her passion is appetizing, drawing him in to take a bite.

His ego perks up at her attention, but so does his pride. Dragons don’t like to share. Aemond doesn’t like to share. “How do you know if it’s not just me who's been ‘afflicted’?”

Ysilla shrugs, and he doesn’t know her well enough to tell if she’s being untruthful. “I’m very thorough in my research. Just not as quite… hands on as I’m being with you. You’ve always been my favorite uncle.”

Aemond could take her by the hair, twist it nice and tight around his fist, rise to his feet, keep her down on her knees where she belongs- not just there but with him and thrust down her throat until he taps her heart.

“Did you ask my brother the same way you’re asking me?” Aemond growls, nudging at her knee with the side of his boot. He wants to touch her but he has to be careful. His resolve is thinning by the minute and he fears that if he can actually feel her- the suppleness of her skin, the silkiness of her hair, he’ll give way and start something that cannot be undone.

“Nope, I asked Helaena. Girls talk, Aemond, especially over a flagon of wine.” She elbows his thigh in retribution, but it’s gentle and frivolous and the smile she gives him is all teeth. Fuck, she’s lovely.

Aemond’s hips jump off the chair, chasing the heat of Ysilla’s hands. She smirks, stroking him softly, the delight in her eyes dimming down to lusty pools of amaranthine.

“So you’re doing this out of what, kindness?”

“I like to think of it more as academic curiosity. But, if I can help you become more comfortable with this part of yourself and maybe even aid your future wife in the process, well that’s just all sugar then, isn’t it?”

“I won’t marry, I will bear no children. I might as well take the Black.” Aemond recites, his tone bored to tears. His future fizzled out to ash once he realized there was no way in any Realm that he could ever properly lay with a woman. He couldn’t, wouldn’t damn any wife to a hopeless tomorrow. Occupying himself with other things helped- he’s a resourceful man. After all, great men never got anywhere by thinking with their cocks.

Ysilla’s brow furrows and her jaw ticks, an unhappy look passing over her face. “Never say never, Aemond.”

His dick pulses, and Ysilla’s eyes go wide, feeling the might of him in her own grip. She raises her gaze back to this face, and the dazzlement there makes him feel taller than tales.

Aemond smirks, his straight laces loosening. “I like when you call me that.”

She pumps him, tightly, and he shivers, a gasp slipping through his drooping jaw. There’s a burn at the base of his spine, a familiar one he would entertain only when his needs raged a war within him.

Her lips are pouted, shimmering in the dusk drawing the room into darkness. He wants to see the stars sparkle over her skin, the moon crest over her breasts in a gauzy beam. Wants to peel off every offending layer until she’s naked, slick and soft and starving for him and the beast between his legs.

A stranded curl sways in front of her eye, caught in her fanning lash. His fingers twitch, starting forward before he anchors his nails through the furniture’s stuffing and right down to the frame. Ysilla’s tongue flicks out, wetting her parched lips.

“Do you want to touch me?”

She wears the crown as she rides him, the Throne Room’s chandelier haloing her dramatically. He’s not sure if they’re alone- the embrace of her hand about his throat keeps his attention on where it is demanded. On her. If there are any stragglers stupid enough to hang around, what an honor it is for them to witness a mating, a claiming. The Dragon Queen taking what’s rightfully hers, for the Gods and everyone to see.

“No.”

“You’re a liar, my Prince.” That’s even better than his name, fuck him.

“I think you want to touch me. I think you want to feel me. I think you want to see… just how far… I’m willing to go.” One solid lick of her tongue, from the root of him to the tip, sends him careening over the edge. Aemond gasps raggedly, a man broken apart. His cock jerks, nearly knocking him in the jaw. Thick ropes of creamy pearl stripe his chest and coat his throat.

His niece milks him, left hand rubbing up and down his shaft, feeling the veins jump and throb against her palm. And the right, fucks sake, the right squeezes around the flared part of him and the tremors jolt right down to his sack.

“Mmmm, good boy, Aemond.”

A final burst of cum bubbles up and over the tip of him, and he tries not to shout. Sweet relief blankets the scald from his peak, and the Prince can breathe with a newfound ease.

Ysilla spreads her fingers apart, and his spend webs between them in a milky film. Aemond can’t be sure what she’s thinking, how she’s feeling. But what he certainly doesn’t expect is for her to bring up her fingers to brush at her mouth, plush lips spreading to peek out her tongue. He catches her wrist before she can commit the act, and if he bruises her with his grip, she deserves it for her lustfulness.

“Don’t.”

Ysilla studies his face, weighing if she can push her luck some more tonight. She concedes, peppering a butterfly kiss across his knuckles, wiping her soiled hand on the fur under her knees. Aemond’s chest tightens and he can’t understand why her simple kiss sends him blushing more than her fist around his cock.

“Next time, then.”

Hunger nips at him harshly, all the ways they can come together, and cum together, flashing through his mind.

“There will be no next time-”

“Mmmm, I don’t know if he agrees with that.” She presses her puckered lips just shy of his wet slit, and his hips buck from the sensitivity. Her giggle is demented and a dark part of the silver prince wants to push something down her throat to shut her up.

“Don’t you have something better to waste your time with? Aren’t you supposed to be looking for a husband?” Aemond rumbles, slouched in his seat. All tension drained from him, his legs weak and wobbling from the force of his climax. He feels as if he is up in the clouds, no dragon necessary.

Ysilla sniffs, tossing her hair over her shoulder with a twist. “I will marry whomever I tell my mother I have accepted. And if no one has caught my eye, we will try again next year.”

She maneuvers him back into his breeches, and if Aemond were a lesser man, he’d whine at the loss of her smooth touch. The leather suffocates him immediately and it feels so wrong.

“Who better to guide me in the art of pleasing my husband,” Ysilla looks deep into his eye as she speaks the title, and the Prince feels caught, “whomever that may be, than you? No mere man will ever compare to you, in this aspect.” Ysilla finishes his laces off with a bow, hands tucking behind her innocently as she sits back on her toes.

“In any aspect.” Aemond thinks he means to snarl in a self-righteous manner, but it’s clear to his own ears what he intends. The thought of Ysilla being on her knees for another, warm and wanting and welcoming for someone that is not him, blazes him with envy.

Ysilla beams, and Aemond feels like a trout swallowing the worm- hooked, reeled, and gutted.

“I’m glad we have an agreement then.”

#hotd #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x oc #aemond targaryen smut #ysilla targaryen #someone could come love me if somebody knew me #my writing

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spidey-x-male-reader · 8 months

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Howdy! Could i make a request for arsenal Roy harper from young justice?

Lian is adamant that reader is her uncle Roys boyfriend.

Reader teases Roy about it everytime it happens (for this, I'd prefer that Roy is coming to terms with being bisexual, and reader is also bi)

Pairing: Roy Harper x male!reader

Summary: Roy is babysitting Lian when she once again refers to you as his boyfriend. shenanigans ensue

A/N: AAAAAAAAAAAA Finally I have written something again and hopefully I will manage to do it more in the next time. I will probably work on my Roy Harper Requests first because...well...he's my husband. Thank you for everyone who's supporting me :3

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Roy Harper was leaning against the kitchen counter, watching Lian, his niece, bouncing around the room with boundless energy. Well…he called her his niece. At some point he just got tired of the whole ‘Yeah i got cloned and that clone had a child with an assassin’-talk. But he liked Lian. He really did.

"Uncle Roy!" Lian's voice cut through his thoughts as she came to a skidding halt in front of him. "When is (y/n) coming over again?"

Roy raised an eyebrow, trying to suppress a smile. He almost hated how easy the mention of you made him smile. "Why, Lian? Getting bored of me already?"

Lian giggled at that. "Maybe! And besides, I wanna show them my new art project."

"Your art project, huh? You know I’m really not sure if (y/n) has time to come by today. You know how busy he is with Uncle Dick and the whole crew”

Of course Roy loved Lian. He loved hanging out with her, even if babysitting was not on his usual agenda. But the thought of you being out there on a mission without him made him…he wasn’t sure. He didn’t like it.

Lian's eyes widened innocently. "He’s there without you? I thought he was your boyfriend.”

Roy nearly choked on the glass of water he had been drinking, caught off guard by Lian's bluntness. At this point it shouldn’t even surprise him anymore. Lian did mention it a lot. He had no idea what made her so insistent that he was dating you.

It wasn’t even realistic considering you were way out of his league. (he would never say that outloud)

"Well, Lian," and of course in that exact moment you had returned to Will’s apartment because who are you to say no when the little girl begs you to come by. Roy was hoping you hadn’t heard anything but his hopes weren’t high. "I don't know about being Uncle Roy's boyfriend, but I do like spending time with him."

Lian's face lit up with excitement. "See, I told you!" She pointed at Roy, triumphant. "I knew it!"

Roy rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a warmth creep up his cheeks. "He said he likes hanging out. He also likes hanging out with Dick and Will and Kaldur.”

You chuckled and draped an arm around Roy's shoulders. "He’s right, Lian. Cut your uncle Roy a break. We’re just good buddies.” you looked over at him, giving him a quick wink. “Even though I do like hanging out with him the most.”

Lian rolled her eyes dramatically, clearly unconvinced. "Sure, just good buddies. Like I believe that."

Roy groaned playfully. "You're impossible, you know that?"

You just chuckled. “Wonder who she got that from.” he lightly hit Roy in his side with your elbow. “Surely not from Roy Harper who never manages to keep his mouth shut.”

“Hey!” He gave you a playful pout.

“To be fair, Will isn’t better so it might just be the Harper gene.”

“Oh wait, I can show you the picture I drew!” Lian grinned and skipped out of the room, leaving you and Roy alone.

Roy sighed, looking at you with a mix of exasperation and affection.

"You know, one of these days, she's gonna get it into her head that she's some kind of matchmaker."

You laughed, leaning in to bump your shoulder against Roy's. "Well, can you blame her? She's got a great judge of character. Can’t blame her for wanting me in the family either. Do you have like…arrow family game nights"

Roy's gaze softened as he met your eyes, not being able to hold back from giving you a soft smile. "You're something else, you know that?"

You winked again. “I’m gonna take this as a compliment, Arsenal.”

The way you looked at him made his heart skip and it was hard to deny that he had some feelings towards you.

You knew of course. Or at least you thought about it. You were the last person to just assume Roy’s sexuality especially after the guy apparently had been frozen on ice for some time and now had to pick up on all the stupid shit you do as a teenager.

Like figuring out your sexuality which you thankfully already had behind you. And you were really glad about that. Because you know how hard it is. Especially if you have literal world ending scenarios to worry about.

He opened his mouth to say something when Lian raced back into the room.

“Here, Uncle (y/n)! Look!” she said and held up a piece of paper to you.

Roy leaned over your shoulder to also catch a look at it. His breath hitched in his throat.

It was the usual colorful and stickman drawing you would expect of a small child. It took you a few seconds but you eventually managed to recognize the figures in the picture. The small one and the big one were Lian and Will. There were Oliver and Dinah, and Chesire on the other side. And on the far left of the drawing were two figures that were unmistakably you and Roy, holding the others stickman hands and having a few hearts drawn around each other.

You moved to kneel down in front of Lian. “This is really beautiful.”

“You like it?!” her eyes were basically glowing.

“We like it, right?” you looked up at Roy.

Roy was a bit speechless for a moment, hoping no one was able to see the faint blush on his cheeks. “Yeah…yeah it’s nice.”

“Yay!” she excitedly started jumping around in a circle.

That’s when you heard your front door open. “What are we being excited about?” Willa asked while walking in.

“I draw (y/n) a picture! He likes it!” Lian said with a wide grin, running over to her dad.

“Really? That’s–” Will stopped when he looked at you and Roy. “...are you two crying?”

And you were TOTALLY NOT getting really emotional over the child’s drawing of you.

“No.” both you and Roy said at the same time.

“...ooookay” Will slowly nodded. “Well..eh…thank you for babysitting, Roy.”

“No problem.” Roy awkwardly looked at you.

You looked at him at the same moment before looking at your watch. “...I know this really great Italian place. Hungry?”

“Are you paying?”

“Aren’t you using Ollie’s credit card? Isn’t he like a billionaire?”

Roy looked at you for a moment. “...good point. Let’s go.”

With that Will watched you two leave the apartment after you both said goodbye to Lian.

“...they are going on a date, aren’t they?” he looked down at Lian.

“No. They are just very good buddies.” she giggled while going back into her room to get another picture she drew for her dad.

Will just decided not to question it.

#x reader #gay #pride #male reader #young justice #young justice x male reader #young justice x reader #young justice imagines #roy harper #roy harper x reader #roy harper x male reader #arsenal #arsenal x male reader #arsenal x reader #roy harper x you #arsenal x you #roy harper one shot #young justice one shot #request

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nox140497 · 4 months

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Batmom

3. The birth of a Robin

Masterlis

SUMMARY: The title says it all. This is how Dick becomes Robin.

A/N: so I think this is a petty bad chapter sorry.

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~~~~~~~~Y/N P.O.V.~~~~~~~~

It had been a couple months after we took in Richard, who prefered to be called Dick, and we had finaly found out who had killed his parents. It was a mob boss by the name of Anthony(Tony) Zucco.

Bruce and I were at the Batcomputer looking up anything and everything about the jerk who had hurt our sweet little boy, then again if he hadn't killed the Graysons we wouldn't have Dick but I preffer to hate this guy, when Dick came into the Batcave( yes he knew about what we did at night, don't judge me, he's a smart kid ok, he found the Cave within the first two weeks and has been asking to join us at which I refuse), he crawled into my lap, as I was the one sitting in the chair with Bruce leaning on the back and reading over my shoulder, he looked at the screan and glared at the picture of Zucco. I looked down at him and raised an eyebrow.

" Do you know him Dickie?" I asked softly gaining Bruce's attention as well.

"He was talking to Uncle Jack before the show, it looked like they were argueing about something." He said. I looked up at Bruce and raised an eyebrow, having a silent conversation, which the rest of the Justice League called 'Batspeak'.

We were interupted by the 7 year old in my lap.

"Who is he? Is he a bad guy?" He asked us. I looked at Bruce before he answered.

"He is a mob boss that opperates on that side of Gotham." Bruce said.

"Is he the one who killed my parents?" He aked and I sighed before nodding.

"We believe so, yes." I answered.

"If you're going after him I want to come. I want to help bring him in." Dick said. I looked at Bruce and he had a thoughtful expression on his face. 'No absolutely not Bruce he is 7 years old.' I said in Batspeak.

'I know love but he needs this. Besides we will be with him the entire time to make sure he is safe, and after this we can train him so that he knows how to defend himself.' He returned. I sighed and looked down at my new son.

"You're going to need a name if you're going to be a hero sweetheart." I sighed giveing up on argueing with my boys.

His face lit up and he thought for a bit.

"Robin." He said.

"Like the bird?" Bruce asked with a raised eyebrow.

"My mamma used to call me that when we were on the trapeeze she said I reminded her of a little robin when I flew." He said whith a sad smile. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him. Bruce soon put his arms around both of us. I looked at my watch and my eyes widened slightly.

"Alright little bird bedtime. You have school tomorrow and you'll need training if you want to come out with us." I said softly and Dick smiled at the new nickname. Bruce smiled too.

"Go on Bud we'll be up soon." Bruce smiled softly. Dick smiled and slid off my lap and ran upstairs to get ready for bed.

"Clark is going to have a fit about a 7 year old joining us on the streets." I said thoughtfully. Bruce just smirked as we followed Dick upstairs. I shook my hed in exasperation but could not help but smile at his antics. That man would do anything to annoy Clark.

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crii-sis · 3 months

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Good Uncle Clark Fic

Featuring Jason Todd Whump!

“Uncle Clark!” Dick whined over the phone dramatically “You can’t tell my Dad, please.”

Clark let out an exasperated sigh.

“Kiddo, you burned your kitchen down, and now have no power, what’s the game plan?”

“The game plan,” Dick paused thoughtfully, “....was to call you, duh.”

Clark laughed, he couldn’t help it.

“I’ll come get you, you can stay with me in at the Metropolis apartment. Lois and Jon are in Smallville right now, so you’ll be stuck with just me.”

“I think I’ll be able to manage that.” Clark could hear Dick smile through the phone.

“You should consider visiting the manor though” Clark added tactfully “I know Bruce misses you.”

Dick scoffed.

“Sure.” Sarcasm dripped from the single word.

Clark pressed his lips tight.

“Jason misses you too.”

There was another pause, this one a little longer, a little heavier.

“Sheesh, alright I’ll give the kid a call.” Dick’s voice was softer this time.

Clark smiled. God, he loved this kid.

Right now though, in this very moment, Dick wasn’t the son of Bruce Clark was overly concerned with.

It was the son that was shoved into the small cold holding cell of the Watchtower. It was the son whose baseball games Clark cheered at, the son whose eyes widened when he came to Smallville that first time, unable to believe how clean the air was and how much land just went on forever. It was the son who held Clark in a death grip the first time the man took him flying, only a few feet off the ground and he begged to be set back on the ground, scrambling into his father’s arms the moment his feet hit the earth.

The son was Jason Todd.

Jason Todd who had died, Clark was there, he was sure of it.

Jason Todd who had apparently come back from the dead, and become the infamous Red Hood.

A fact that Bruce had conveniently forgotten to mention to Clark. Clark knew it was impossible, but he felt his heart physically break.

#batman #batfam #bruce wayne #jason todd #red hood #dick grayson #nightwing #clark kent #superman #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #batfamily #jason todd whump

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the-mad-starker · 1 year

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Starker Valentine's Gift: How to Train Your Rutting Alpha [3/9?]

The number of chapters is pretty much up in the air rn as is how long these chapters will be 😂 I'll update it when I have a better idea. A cold took me out for half the month but hopefully I'm back to writing. Have a 6.5k update?

Summary: Tony is the mentor here so of course he needs to take charge. Still sucks to be the responsible one though.

WC: 6505

AO3 Link

Tumblr: 01 | 02

Notes: Fic notes: omegaverse, Uncle Tony, underaged (17 yo Peter), intersex omegas, dubcon, public sex, creampie, knotting, scent marking, cum marking, barebacking, condoms, future mpreg, mating, bottom Tony Stark, vaginal sex

New notes: cock cage, praise kink, nipple play, first kiss

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Typical alpha, Tony thought, amused, when Peter scrambled to make himself presentable.

All this was still new to him so as he was putting his clothes to rights, his cheeks were tomato red and he couldn't bear to make eye contact with anyone.

Kid, Tony wanted to say with fond exasperation, I'm the one that got tackled and fucked like a bitch in heat. How are you going to act so self-conscious now?

But he kept it to himself. Peter was, after all, still just a silly pup just growing into his own adulthood. Sex and all that, as liberal as alphas and omegas were, was still new to his poor nephew.

So Tony didn't tease, not even when Peter had to tuck his still half-hard cock into his pants with a wince. Then he fussed over his Uncle, helping him onto his feet and apologizing repeatedly.

"I'm so sorry, Uncle Tony. I didn't… It's never been that strong before and I just, I know it's no excuse but…" Peter ducked his head, gripping Tony's arm.

Once he was back on his feet, Tony took control as the experienced omega. He ignored the unpleasant way cum was starting to leak out of him and just patted Peter on the arm.

"Come along, puppy," Tony commanded and this time, he snagged the boy's wrist. Giving the boy a once over, he found that Peter was compliant and was easily tugged along.

Even then, he kept an eye on the boy. He had learned his mistake.

As they made their way to the elevators, he shot an apologetic look at the receptionist but nothing more than that. He wasn't going to test the poor pup's control though he did have to make sure they'd have to come back and address his actions.

Peter happily followed him to the elevators and while the boy fidgeted in place, Tony reassessed what he'd have to do to guide his boy.

"Alright. Well then," Tony said as the doors opened to the penthouse. "We're gonna have that talk and then we'll start on teaching you all about the birds and the bees, the alphas and the omegas. But first–"

He pushed Peter down onto the couch and reaching into a box he had on the coffee table, he tossed the retrieved item to the boy.

Peter caught it instinctively and then looked up in shock.

"Uncle Tony…?"

"Yep," Tony said cheerfully with a clap of his hands, "A cock cage. I was going to wait to use it but seeing as your instincts are a bit stronger than I anticipated and I need you to focus, I'm gonna need you to put that on for now."

Peter stared down at the cock cage but he was a smart boy and didn't protest. Tony could see, though, that the thought of putting it on was actually turning the pup on. That bulge in his pants hadn't been there before and although it wasn't meant as a form of punishment, Tony wasn't about to jerk him off either to get his dick soft enough to cage. The boy's brain would surely think it was a reward.

"Now, while you're doing that, I'm gonna go take a shower," Tony told him.

"But Uncle Tony!" It was that that made Peter protest, clutching the cock cage and looking up at his uncle with pleading eyes.

"Peter, you're sporting a chub just thinking about it," Tony pointed out, "And I don't blame you but if I get your pants off, that cock cage isn't getting put on. So I'm gonna take a shower and you can calm down or rub one out– pick your poison– and if you need any help, Friday can pull up some how-to's and guide you through it."

The young alpha pouted at that but only muttered something along the lines of I'm not asking Friday for help with this.

"She sees and knows all, kid. Might as well utilize her if you need," Tony called over his shoulder as he made his way to the bathroom. "I expect that cage to be on when I get back."

Once in the bathroom, he got the shower turned on and the temperature was just a little hotter than he liked.

"Friday, baby girl, pull up the cams from the living room?" Tony requested as he started stripping off his clothes. He made a face at the patch of wetness in his underwear, splotches of his nephew's drying cum and his own slick.

He forgot how messy dealing with rutting alphas could be.

A little hologram popped up from his watch and he got a clear view of what his nephew was up to.

Damn, the boy took orders well. He didn't waste a second once Tony had left.

Peter was curled up on Tony's couch cushions, his face pressed up against something black. The pup had grabbed the discarded hoodie that Tony had left on the armchair and was huffing into it, greedily inhaling his uncle's scent. Between his legs, Peter was hastily jerking off, one hand wrapped around his thick girthy cock and moving at a pace that looked like it could hurt.

Fortunately, the alpha pup was leaking so much already that he had plenty of lubrication from the pre-cum alone. The benefits of being an alpha in rut or close to one anyway, all that pre-cum just dripping out. It had certainly helped when Peter mounted him in the lobby, too impatient, too eager to get his cock inside him.

The sight of Peter, his sweet alpha nephew, jerking off to his scent did funny things to Tony. Once again, he dismissed it as his omega side being pleased to be so obviously desired.

"Cheeky pup," Tony murmured, partly amused but also feeling a lick of heat igniting somewhere below the belt. "Better not get any of your spunk on my hoodie, I swear that kid is too comfortable sometimes."

Peter's cock was truly impressive, Tony thought as he supervised a moment longer. No wonder it had stung when the kid had stuck it in him. He would have to caution Peter to prep with at least four fingers before shoving that monster in anyone's pussy, maybe even fisting for anal? Tony wanted to squirm just thinking about it.

"You can shut it off, thanks, Fri," Tony said, feeling all sorts of flustered. He licked his suddenly dry lips and felt the growing warmth in his belly.

"Focus, focus," Tony said, then ducked into the shower.

He took his time, conscious of Peter rubbing one out just a room away. The hot water helped with his aching knees and his aching body, but it didn't help extinguish the heat that was building low in his belly.

He ignored it and washed thoroughly. Under the spray of the water, Tony admitted to himself that while he had gone into this a bit skeptical, he was actually looking forward to it now.

He also admitted that he had been worried that becoming Peter's omega mentor in this way would ruin their uncle/nephew relationship. Their interactions after the lobby incident put that worry to rest. Once Peter's base instincts retreated, he didn't treat Tony differently, didn't revert to calling him omega in a derogatory way. Didn't think he owned Tony just because he had fucked him.

He was still Tony's sweet alpha nephew. He was just a horny mess of an alpha when his instincts ruled his mind.

Tony could handle that. In fact, that was the whole point of this. Train the pup so that he wouldn't be a menace and could actually control those instincts and be a contributing member of society.

Satisfied that he had given Peter enough time to jerk off and hopefully put the cage on, Tony left the bathroom in an oversized fluffy white bathrobe. What was the point of clothes if he was just going to take em off anyway?

Like a good puppy, Peter was waiting for him in the living room. Nothing gave away what he had done while Tony showered and Peter was even on his phone.

As soon as Tony came into view though, he scrambled to put it away and sat up, straight and proper, like an eager student awaiting instruction.

The cock cage was nowhere in sight.

Tony nodded in approval. "Did it give you any trouble?"

"Uhh, no, it was fine," Peter said, flustered.

Tony noticed his hoodie was nowhere in sight but decided not to comment on it. It wouldn't be the first time his nephew stole a shirt or hoodie of his.

Instead, he told the alpha, "Alright, let's see it."

It took two seconds for the words to register but when they did, Peter's mouth dropped open.

"Okay," the alpha complied, breathless.

Once on his feet, he hesitated, hands on his pants zipper. Tony gave him an encouraging nod and with a deep breath, Peter shoved his pants and underwear to his thighs.

Tony gave a low whistle when confronted with the sight of Peter's alpha cock caged.

"Uncle Tony," Peter whined, embarrassed, but he didn't make any move to hide himself nor did he step away when the omega stepped closer for inspection.

The cock cage was clear plastic, top of the line for alphas. Peter's soft cock filled it nicely, neither too snug or too loose. A small padlock at the top kept the cage locked.

It looked nice or maybe it was just the sight of Peter's cock in chastity that Tony found appealing. To test it, Tony got on one knee and got a lot closer. He placed a hand on Peter's stomach to steady himself and he felt the flex of muscle underneath his touch.

"Not uncomfortable?" Tony asked as he ran a finger down the clear plastic covering Peter's cock.

"Uh…" Peter's eyes were wide when Tony looked up at him. "No, just…"

He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, visibly trying to get himself under control. The cock cage did its job and the poor alpha was still soft though he was no doubt feeling turned on. This close to the boy and Tony can smell his arousal, thick and coying, trying so hard to entice and lure in an omega mate.

Tony patted the caged cock then got back to his feet. He didn't want to tease the boy too much but he couldn't help but exact a little payback for the lobby.

"You can pull your pants up," Tony told him then sat on the couch. He patted the space next to him. "Now, we have some things to discuss."

Gingerly and maybe with a bit of disappointment, the alpha covered up and sat down.

"I don't blame you for what happened in the lobby," Tony told him, "But it did give me a lot of things to think about. So here it is, kiddo, a performance review from yours truly."

He got the boy's complete attention and Peter straightened up, curious.

Tony started to tick off what he'd been thinking about in the shower.

"So let's see… These scores will be out of five," he explained. He held one finger up, "First up. One out of five for the alpha bullshit."

Peter flushed but didn't deny it. Tony had ranted enough times in the past about alpha bullshit– an alpha's uncontrollable jealousy and possessiveness. Their inability to reign in their instincts. At the very least, it was inconvenient and rude and at its worst, destructive and dangerous.

No one wanted an alpha that couldn't control themselves.

"Okay, I get that," Peter accepted easily.

"Your instincts are newly coming in," Tony did say, giving his nephew some slack. "So I don't expect you to be able to control yourself entirely yet. Hence the low score. Even in that state, you only got me away from another alpha instead of attacking. I think that's a pretty good base to start with."

The words comforted the alpha pup and the upset turn of his lips softened. He was still unhappy with his own behavior, which was fine, but he trusted his uncle's judgment.

"Okay, Uncle Tony," Peter acknowledged.

"Next, pleasuring your omega…" Tony was between giving him a two or a three but ultimately decided on the lower score. "Two out of five. You touched my cock at the beginning which was nice– very nice, actually. But I think that was more due to you being curious. In the end, I got a nice orgasm out of it but it was more to luck and the size of your dick than anything else."

"Oh!" Peter was pleased and mortified. Pleased Tony derived some pleasure from Peter's fumbling attempt but also mortified that he had been so caught up in fucking that he hadn't tried to get Tony off himself. "I'll work on it…"

Tony patted his hand, "I know, kid. That's what this is all about, after all. There's other stuff too, like how I enjoyed it but other omegas might not like the rough fucking as much as I do."

"You liked it?" Peter perked up like the cute puppy that he was.

"That's what you wanna take from that?" Tony gave him a look then rolled his eyes, "Yeah, I liked it but as your mentor, I have to remind you, or well, teach you, to be conscientious of your partner."

Clearly, Peter wanted to debate this more but Tony wasn't going to budge on this. Looking at Tony's face, the boy finally nodded in acceptance.

"Okay, Uncle Tony," Peter said then added, "I'll be more observant."

Satisfied, Tony then rattled off the next score, "Good. Alright, next one. One out of five for sex safety– You came inside without permission. No condom either."

And because Tony was guiding him, the omega conveniently left out that he happened to like creampies so this, in regards to him, was a non-issue. Tony had to think about Peter's possible future lovers or mate, after all.

The blushing alpha nodded once more, no objections, so Tony continued.

"Foreplay," Tony said, "also a one out of five, don't mind it too much since I'm sure you'll be better once we get some lessons in. Just something to have in mind."

With that comment, Peter's eyes took on a glazed look and Tony patted his hand to get his attention again.

He did, however, raise his brow at the alpha. "If you have any requests, I can, of course, put them into my lesson plans. You've always been a bright kid but I'm sure having a subject you're interested in wouldn't hurt."

"Yeah... I'll keep it in mind," Peter said, voice coming out faint. Tony can practically see the thoughts whirling around in his nephew's pretty little head and well, he was curious for sure.

What did horny little alpha pups fantasize about besides fucking a wet omega hole? Tony will surely find out since his nephew was definitely not one to hold back when it came to learning.

Tony barely stopped himself from squeezing his thighs together. They were talking about sex so wasn't it only natural for Tony to get turned on? He wasn't a young omega anymore but he wasn't dead either.

Clearing his throat, Tony finally came to the last point. Sadly, this was the big one that Tony felt was so so important to teach baby alphas coming into their own. There were too many knotheads out there and Tony refused to let his sweet nephew become one.

This matter was also one that disappointed Tony because Peter was such a sweet kid so he hadn't expected the younger alpha to do so poorly here. He thought that anyone lucky enough to be his nephew's partner would be showered with love and affection.

Finding out otherwise was… disappointing but it was okay because Peter was still learning after all.

"Affection… Gotta give you a zero, kiddo," Tony told him, obviously disappointed and letting it show.

"Affection…? Wait, what?" Peter was shocked at getting such a low score.

Tony patted Peter's hand and despite his own disappointment, he knew that Peter would strive to do so much better now that he was aware.

"Kid, you didn't even kiss me or anything," Tony explained to him. Even now, thinking about it… His nephew had lost his virginity without even having kissed him first.

Peter's face turned so red and for the first time since Tony started the scoring, he couldn't meet his uncle's eyes.

"Uncle Tony, that's not…" Peter fumbled over his words and then blurted out, "I didn't know I could kiss you!"

What?

Tony stared, incredulous. "You wouldn't kiss the omega you're mating?"

Peter's eyes jumped to him and with a shamed flush to his cheeks, he said, "I would but... You're Uncle Tony! I didn't think you'd want me to… How was I supposed to just kiss you like… on the lips?"

Ah… it suddenly made sense. In a proper setting, of course, Tony would instruct the boy on how to touch him. How to kiss him. But their lessons had not started in a proper manner due to Peter's overriding instincts going haywire.

And yet, Peter had managed to avoid kissing him because hadn't wanted to be rude, of all things.

It was… cute. That suddenly made everything much better and Tony's previous view of his nephew once again realigned.

Silly pup.

"So you fuck me but don't kiss me. That hurts, kid," Tony gently teased.

And because they were so in sync with one another, Peter groaned, knowing he was forgiven.

"Uncle Tony, I would've kissed you if I knew I could," he said with a whine, pressing closer against Tony's side and burying his face against the omega's shoulder.

Tony smiled, gotcha. He knew exactly how to proceed now and avoid all that… weird awkwardness in getting into the physical aspect of their lessons.

"Well, you can," Tony told him, matter of fact, "So. You should. Maybe I'll even revise my scoring since there was some misunderstanding…"

Peter looked up, eyes wide. "Right now? Like… right now?"

Tony smirked and caressed the boy's red cheek with gentle fingertips. "Unless you have some other excuse to give? You wanna keep the zero?"

Peter shivered under his touch, eyes still so wide. Tony could see the desire in them and it called up some of his own. This was good. Their compatibility was amazing, which was something Tony knew because they got along so well. Alpha and omega compatibility was different though so being compatible in this way… It was like the cherry on top of a sundae.

"I haven't gotten a zero on anything since like… ever…" Peter muttered, eyes dropping to Tony's lips and stayed there. "If it's okay then…"

Tony tilted the boy's face towards his in encouragement.

"I said it was okay, Pete, so go for it. I won't judge, promise," Tony told him. Peter gave him a look cause obviously he was judging if he was assigning points but still. "Okay, I won't judge harshly so go on already."

Peter stared at him a moment later and their faces were so close. He could count each of Peter's eyelashes if he wanted to. Then those eyelashes fluttered close and Peter leaned up, hands hesitatingly cradling Tony's face, and pressed his mouth chastely against Tony's.

It was over a second later and Peter pulled away.

"Was that okay, Uncle Tony?" Peter asked, eyes dipping to Tony's mouth eagerly before shooting up to Tony's eyes.

Tony felt a faint wiggle in the back of his mind, a suspicion…

"Was that your first kiss, sweetheart?" Tony asked.

Peter's expression shuttered but he gave a tight nod. "Yeah… Did I do okay…?"

Oh… oh… May was going to murder him if she found out the details of Peter's time with him. Losing his virginity before even having his first kiss…?

"It was perfect, Pete," Tony told him and it was for a first kiss. Peter had held him gently and had cautiously but eagerly kissed him. There hadn't been any tongue or anything remotely dirty about the kiss but it was Peter's first.

Tony hummed. "We can start the lessons now or… we can order food and watch a movie. Leave things for tomorrow so we can start fresh. What do you think? Had enough for today?"

Peter hesitated but didn't even have to think much before saying, "The sooner I learn, the better, right? I want to start… If you're okay with it, Uncle Tony."

"I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't up to it," Tony told him honestly. "Alright, so kissing… we can practice a bit, just see how things go and what feels natural."

"Okay," Peter breathed out, "Can I kiss you again then?"

"Yeah, you can kiss me again," Tony told him with a grin.

His nephew didn't need any more encouragement.

Fortunately, he didn't launch himself at Tony. Getting tackled once a day was more than enough. Peter did eagerly press against him, hands kind of hovering in the air, unsure of where to put them before he settled them on Tony's shoulders.

Their lips met again and it was the same close-mouthed kiss, innocent and sweet. Peter repeated this a few more times, breathing getting shaky at each one. Tony allowed it, letting the young alpha get a feel for it. Each time, Peter's hands slipped further down from his shoulders until finally, Tony guided one to the back of his neck and the other around his waist.

Peter eagerly obeyed and pulled his uncle close until their chests pressed against one another's.

Tony felt the need to take the next step so instead of letting Peter continue his cute closed-mouthed kisses, he cupped the alpha's face. When he moved away, Peter tried to follow but he held him off just long enough to instruct him.

"Open your mouth a little, pup," Tony instructed him and he could see Peter's eyes dilate. "I'll show you another way to kiss, the next step, if you will."

The sweet boy obeyed beautifully so when their mouths met again, Tony made sure to tilt his face just so… and let their mouths slide together in a more intimate kiss.

The omega hummed in approval when Peter's breath hitched in his throat and he pressed even more into his uncle. Their slips slotted together perfectly and just as Peter was getting used to kissing in this fashion, Tony introduced his tongue.

"Mm…!" Peter groaned, eyes squeezed shut and arms winding around Tony's back and almost crushing him with his strength.

Tony quickly reprimanded him with a harsh nip to his lip, one that made the alpha gasp and loosen his hold. Tony pressed his advantage, wrapping his arms around Peter's neck and controlling the kiss with the angle he was coming in.

It got hot and heavy fast. Tony could feel his nephew trying to control himself, most likely being urged by his instincts to push Tony down and cover his body so that no one else could see him. It was those possessive alpha instincts again, rearing its ugly head even when they were alone.

Maybe when Peter had better control, he'd allow it but for now, he slid his fingers into Peter's curls and with a harsh tug, pulled the alpha back so his throat was bared.

"Uhh!" Peter groaned, dark eyes wide and so so hungry.

His lips were kiss swollen and wet with spit, pretty lips parted open as he softly panted.

"Instincts riding you hard, hmm?" Tony murmured and at the sound of his voice, the younger alpha shuddered, hands twitching against Tony's back.

And just because he can, he reached down between Peter's legs and passed a perfunctory pass over the alpha's caged cock. Still caged, still soft.

The action had Peter whining a soft, "Uncle Tony…"

Ugh, it was such a pity that Tony had to be the responsible one.

His hips twitched into Tony's touch as though doing so would give him some sort of friction and therefore some relief. It wouldn't and they both knew it.

"Uncle Tony… Please…" Peter muttered, going lax in a truly un-alpha way. It was trusting… Submissive in nature. It fed Tony's appetite to dominate the younger alpha.

"I know, baby, I know. You're doing so well," Tony cooed to him.

He released the boy's hair and without further ado, shoved him so his back met the plush arm of the couch. In another second, Tony was on top and straddling his nephew, ass settled over his lap.

"You can touch," Tony told him and immediately Peter's hands were back on his waist, fingers no doubt eager to touch but still maintaining some sort of decency by keeping them above his ass.

The kissing resumed but now it was more of Tony consuming the boy, rubbing against his body, his ass grinding against his caged cock. The omega's scent filled the room, overpowering and domineering.

His poor nephew wasn't prepared. With the full assault of an omega's scent, Peter got drunk off it in seconds. The soft groans and pitiful moans his sweet boy made as he clutched Tony's waist with greedy hands were so delicious. It was just as addictive as his mouth, Tony decided.

He had no choice but to let Tony take control but he replicated everything his uncle did to him. Slow strokes of tongue against tongue, gentle and harsh nibbles to a plush nip.

Peter proved himself to be the quick learner that Tony always knew him to be. It became less of a lesson and more of an actual make-out. It was perfect, exactly how a young pup like Peter should learn. Tony hadn't even needed to nudge the boy into being aware of subtle cues, Peter seemed to pick it up naturally.

There were still moments when they didn't meet perfectly. Tony pulled back once and their noses bumped on the next kiss. It was a quick fix, Tony gently correcting their positions until their mouths slid wetly together, soft and perfect.

Once Tony was certain Peter got the hang of it, the omega gave one last tease of his tongue. He was delighted when Peter took initiative and swiped his tongue over Tony's, following the omega's invitation until they were once more kissing.

By the time Tony urged him back, they were both panting. Tony knew he was slicking up already and his cocklet was half hard. The boy was still caged though, he could feel the hard plastic of the cage against his ass and it gave him something nice and hard to rub against if he allowed it.

He wanted to but this wasn't about his pleasure so he refrained.

"Better," Tony praised him with a lick of his lips. "Much much better. I'd give that a three."

"Three…" Peter breathed. "If we keep going, can I get a four?"

The eagerness with which Peter asked made Tony chuckle.

"We can keep going, but we can change it up a bit."

He leaned back and Peter instantly followed, sitting up with the omega in his lap. He easily supported Tony's shifting weight and the omega leaned more into it, trusting his nephew to hold him.

"Here," Tony tilted his head to the side, fingertips tracing the delicate column of his neck. "Kiss here. No biting. Yet."

"Oh…" Peter breathed, more than excited.

"Kissing is more than lips and tongue, kid," Tony told him, trying to hide his own eagerness.

"Got it, Uncle Tony," Peter murmured before ducking his head and pressing his lips against Tony's neck.

At the first touch, Tony didn't hold back his reactions. Peter needed to learn not just what Tony was teaching him through words. He needed to learn how to read his partner's body, the subtle hints that would tell him to stop or continue.

"Ah… That's nice…" Tony breathed as Peter's warm breath caused his body to shiver in excitement.

The pup breathed heavily against the sensitive skin of his neck and Tony realized Peter was savoring the scent of him.

"You smell so good here, Uncle Tony," Peter told him, breathing deeply, lips pressed to skin.

"Hmm…" Tony hummed in acknowledgment, eyes closed and just enjoying the way Peter carried out his instructions.

The young alpha's affections were obvious as he pressed kiss after kiss onto his uncle's skin. He continued to obey Tony's rule of no biting, but Tony did feel the hint of teeth once or twice but it was never hard enough to actually count as a bite.

He allowed it, running his fingers through Peter's curls and urging him higher and higher until he was close enough to kiss again.

Bodies once more rubbed against each other, mouths and lips pressing together.

Peter groaned with his uncle on top of him, his hands finally slipping further down to cup Tony's ass.

"Uncle Tony…" Peter whined.

"No fucking tonight," Tony told him and still he pushed back against Peter's touch, sighing in pleasure when the alpha squeezed and groped his ass.

The young alpha whined at the statement but didn't try for anything. Good.

Hmm…

"How's the cage holding up?" Tony asked him.

It took a second for Peter to realize he was being asked a question but once he got it, he murmured the answer against Tony's collarbone.

"I'm not… hard… It kinda feels weird, like I know I should be but…" a harsh breath is exhaled against Tony's skin. "God, Uncle Tony… You smell so good… Taste good too, I just wanna put my mouth all over you… Taste you everywhere…"

Now, that sent a searing heat right through Tony's body and it was obvious in the way his scent spiked.

"Ah… If I had a category for dirty talk…" Tony sighed, leaning into Peter's hands and guiding the boy down to where his bathrobe was gaping open. "Would've given you a four off the bat."

"Uncle Tony…" Peter murmured, voice going soft and pleading. "Do you think I can kiss you… down here?"

He squeezed Tony's ass, a clear indication of just where he wanted to put his mouth next. The thought was tempting, very tempting. Tony hadn't had his pussy or ass eaten out in ages and looking into Peter's eager face, he was so so tempted to continue in this guise.

Reluctantly, Tony reigned himself in. He had plenty of time to teach the boy, he didn't need to rush. But God, this entire thing was turning out to be more of a lesson in patience for Tony.

"We'll add it to the list," Tony said, voice certain but mind screaming at the denial. The alpha pup was good with his tongue, Tony had learned, and he could only imagine how it'd feel against his holes. "For now, this is a lesson in affection and kissing, pup, so get back to it…"

And yet, Tony didn't lead Peter's mouth back to his. He guided the boy to his chest and Peter eagerly took the hint, running his tongue around a puffy areola before taking on the peaked nipples. The cheeky boy did slip one side of Tony's bathrobe down his arm in order to get better access.

The omega just shrugged the entire thing off, allowing it to pool around his waist.

The room was set at a nice warm temperature of 75° F so the full body shivers Tony experienced was all from Peter's hungry mouth suckling on him.

"Oh…" Tony groaned, head tilting back and back arching as Peter gently lapped at his nipple.

The empty feeling in between his legs ached and the more Peter played with his chest– one hand coming up to tweak the neglected one not in his mouth– the more Tony wanted to just hump against the hard ridge of the cock cage. His mind was becoming hazy in the growing pleasure and Peter wasn't faring any better.

Even when the alpha couldn't get hard, he was still a horny mess and following some of those instincts that wouldn't relent because he had an aroused omega in his grasp.

Peter's hips pushed against Tony's ass, the hard cage giving Tony such sweet friction where he wanted it. It had the omega clutching the pup's back, eyes squeezed shut and fighting against the rising force of his orgasm.

All the while, Peter's warm wet mouth made soft wet sucking sounds against his puffy nipple.

"Teeth–" Tony ended up gasping, "Just a little."

Tony groaned at the hint of teeth on his sensitive nipple. It was perfect.

Their hips were moving in rhythm now, even with Peter still caged. Thrust for thrust, both omega and alpha panting and spiraling from the scent of pheromones thickening in the air.

"Mm–" Tony sighed when Peter switched to the other nipple, leaving the one he abused peaked and shiny wet with his spit.

"Doing good, Pete… Such a good alpha," Tony praised him, fingertips massaging over his scalp. His back arched once more when Peter gave a particularly hard thrust, his arms keeping Tony in place so he felt the cage rub against him.

Fuck… Tony thought faintly. He just… really wanted to come. And considering how selfishly Peter had fucked him in the lobby, he was owed an orgasm or two.

But Tony was a generous lover and even if Peter had fucked him without reserve or thought for his own orgasm, he wasn't going to do the same. He wanted his partners to be satisfied, to be so out of their mind in pleasure that they were a boneless mess at the end.

So even though Tony had declared they'd only be kissing tonight… He reached into the pocket of his bathrobe and without Peter realizing, unbuckled his pants and slipped his hands in.

"Ah!" Peter's surprised moan meant he finally realized what was going on. "Uncle Tony, y-you're…! Oh, yes– yes, yes, yes! Thank you, Uncle Tony, thank you…!"

The cage came off and Tony was quick to wrap his hand around Peter's soft cock which didn't stay soft for long. With a lapful of omega and his uncle jerking him off, Peter's alpha cock grew rapidly, becoming hot and flushed with blood in seconds.

"Oh… oh… Uncle Tony… Uncle Tony…" Peter whined, hips bucking needily and completely out of control.

Like before, once his cock got some stimulation, he lost focus of what he was doing so sadly, Tony's stiff little nipples became neglected.

Tony led the boy's mouth back to his own and at least this time, compared to the first, Peter eagerly seized his mouth in a kiss.

"Just this once, kid," Tony panted against his mouth. His hand was already dripping wet with pre-cum, the alpha too excited and leaking furiously with every stroke. "Tomorrow– Tomorrow, we're getting down to business. But for tonight, gonna make you come, pup. Think we both deserve a little reward for the successful kissing lesson…"

"Oh… Mm… Love kissing you, Uncle Tony…" Peter moaned, staring at his uncle with dark eyes.

"Mhmm…" Tony agreed, "My boy's a good kisser… Only had his first kiss today and already so good at it…"

Peter whined, the pleasure pushing him beyond words. His hips jerked, sloppy and hard, with every stroke of Tony's hand. And just like before, the poor pup didn't last long.

He barely had any warning before he was shooting off, but he did give something like a warning, an urgent "Uncle Tony–!"

It was an improvement.

One hand flew to his knot but was pushed away for Tony to take care of it.

The boy fell apart in his hands, his eager cock shooting off with a thick load despite having already come earlier. It made such a mess as he spilled in stripes and covered Tony's hand in a cloudy glaze and some spurts shot high enough that it splattered over the omega's exposed chest.

"God, kid, it's like you're so pent up even though I know that's not true…" Tony panted even as he eked out the last few drops from Peter's cock.

He eyed the thick cloudy drops of semen on his fingers and fuck it– he'd already gone back on what he was going to do, he might as well do what he wanted.

Tony popped his cum covered fingers in his mouth, licking off the taste of his nephew with a few swipes of his tongue.

"God, that's so hot, Uncle Tony…" Peter murmured, slumped against the couch but staring fascinated at the pink of Tony's tongue swiping over his fingers. Then he groaned miserably, "You didn't come."

"Hmm…" That was true and Tony was feeling a bit frustrated over it, but it wasn't something that couldn't be fixed.

"Let me eat you out, Uncle Tony…" Peter all but pleaded, but Tony shook his head. He was too… needy… to allow the kid time to explore and learn how to do it properly.

If he didn't take care of himself now, they were going to end up going at it, he just knew it. The pup's cock was already trying to perk up and Tony wanted to set some sort of boundary, okay.

"Just sit there and look pretty, alright?" Tony instructed as he took his own cock in hand and started to jerk off. He lifted himself from his nephew's lap, his other hand going between toned thighs and sinking two fingers where he was dripping wet.

"Watch," Tony breathed out, eyes drifting closed as he focused on his own pleasure.

Watch and learn. A flimsy instruction but Tony just wanted to get off so he pushed his body quickly to the edge.

With his fingers soothing some of the ache and his cocklet getting some attention, it was easy for Tony to get there.

Surprisingly, the thing that pushed him over the edge was a soft wet mouth closing over his nipple. His eyes flew open at a harsh suck, a strangled "Pete–" as he wobbled on his knees.

The alpha's arms stabilized him, Peter's hooded eyes looking at him hungrily.

"Ugh…!" Tony came with his nephew's mouth on his nipple and one hand jerking his cocklet while the other stuffed his pussy.

The orgasm swept all reason away, and when he collapsed against the pup, Peter nuzzled against his sweat damp neck.

"Fuck, kid…" Tony said once he regained his breath. "You're such a Stark… Only wanna listen when it works for you, huh?"

Peter kissed his neck and gently eased Tony's fingers from between his legs. Then he was licking the slick from Tony's fingers and that was answer enough.

"Brat…" Tony said fondly even as Peter gave him a cheeky smile and licked his lips.

They kissed again, leisurely this time, and the taste shared between them– Peter's cum and Tony's slick… Delicious.

#starker #madstarker writes #nff #omegaverse #starkercest #madstarker: how to train your rutting alpha #uncle tony #sfstarkercest23

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contstant0crisis · 2 years

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Meet - The BatFam (tw:Image Heavy)

Bruce "Extremely Tired Dad" Wayne

Alfred "The Only One With Comman Sense, Also God" Pennyworth

Commissioner James "The Civillian Uncle" Gordon

Barbara "Done With Your Shit" Gordon

Dick "Big Brother With No Self-Preservation" Grayson

Stephanie "Part-Time Vigilante, Full-Time Little Shit" Brown

Cassandra "The Only One With An Actual Brain Cell" Cain-Wayne

Damian "Adorable Murder Child" Wayne

Jason "Dramatic Bitch/Bookworm Zombie Crimelord" Todd

Selina "Can And Will Put Bruce In His Place" Kyle

Timothy "Can Hack The Pentagon For Fun But Is Still A Disaster Bi" Drake-Wayne

Duke "The Constantly Exasperated One" Thomas

Kate "Neutral Chaotic Lesbian Wine Aunt" Kane

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jayde-skye86 · 10 months

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On My Way To You

1 Finding New Friends

Please let me know if you like this. I had help with the prompt. I hope you like it. Any constructive criticism is appreciated. Thank you.

For the sake of this story, the ages for everyone in the story are listed below.

Marinette: 21 Damian:21 Chloe:21 Tim: 24 Jason: 26 Dick:31

Please also know that there is some swearing. Because, why the hell not.

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Damian was ready to kill his brothers, Why the hell did they think that it was a great idea to take a road trip to Smallville to visit the Kent's for the 4th of July week. Currently, Grayson, Todd, Drake, and Damian were driving from Gotham to Smallville at Grayson’s insistence that they have some family bonding time. Currently, Todd and Grayson were arguing about who would drive the last part of the trip once they stop at the next gas station.

Finally, Damian had enough and lashed out. “Enough of your pointless argument! I will drive. Just to shut you two imbeciles up!”

“I have no problem finishing up the drive, it’s only another 4 hours from here.” replied Dick.

“I have no qualms stabbing you today, Grayson.” threatened Damian. “I will drive the last leg of the trip. That is final.”

Dick sighed while pouting just a little, “Okay, fine. We should come across a gas station with in the next 5 miles. We can switch drivers then.”

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Upon reaching the gas station, they got some snacks and drinks as well as filling their gas tank for the last time before reaching the Kent farm.

Dick couldn’t help but overhear two young women around Damian’s age talking together, “This is ridiculous, utterly ridiculous, Marinette. Now, how are we going to reach your uncle’s house? I thought luck was always on your side.” a blonde said while rolling her eyes.

“Chloe, we will be fine. Really, luck is with me. I just never said if the luck was always good. Besides, we now have this beautiful girl with us. I would call that a good thing. What should I call her?” replies a slightly shorter bluenette, sounding exasperated at best. Trying to use her new dog as a subject change, knowing that it likely would not stop Chloe from continuing on her tirade.

Chloe let out a small laugh, “I don’t care what you name the dog, so long as it’s not a foolish name. But really, we need to figure out how we can contact someone to see if they can come and pick us up.”

Dick decided to approach them to see if he could be of some assistance. He would just deal with any backlash from his brothers later if there was any. “Excuse me ladies, I didn’t mean to overhear your conversation, but is there anyway that I could be any help to you?”

Both young women turned to look at him. Two sets of sky blue eyes sized him up for a moment before the dark haired woman smiled before answering him. “Hello, We are trying to get to my uncle’s house, but the bus we were on broke down a mile and a half away from here. I tried to get a hold of my aunt and uncle at their house, but I couldn’t reach them. I would call my older cousin, but my phone is now dead.”

“Where exactly are you headed? Maybe I can convince my brother to at the very least get you closer to your destination, if that is what you would like.” Dick offered. Not liking the idea of leaving these two women alone without at least offering to help them.

Chloe scoffed, “How do we know that you won’t kill us and throw our bodies in a ditch?”

Dick chuckled, glad to know that they at least had some sense of self-preservation. “Miss, if you would like, I can give you my phone and the number of my local police chief. My name is Richard Grayson, but you can call me Dick.” He offered them his hand.

The bluenette gave him a smile that seemed to light up the sky. “Hello Richard. My name is Marinette, and this is my best friend, Chloe. We were on our way to Smallville to visit my dad’s adoptive aunt and uncle for the holiday. Like I said, I would call my cousin Clark, but currently I can’t until I am able to charge my phone at the very least.”

Dick paused for a minute after hearing this new information, “Clark Kent?”

Marinette looked surprised. “Yes, do you know him personally?” starting to get a little more suspicious.

“Actually, I know him pretty well. Clark and my father figure are pretty good friends. If you would like to call him, I will let you use my phone to let him know where you are.” Dick smiles with understanding. “At the very least, let him know where you are so that Ma Kent won’t worry as much.”

Chloe and Marinette look at each other as if they are having a silent conversation, after a moment they turn their gazes back towards Dick. “I would love to call my cousin if I can, please.” Marinette replied, sounding relieved.

Dick smiled at them, "Please follow me." Dick takes them to the SUV, where his brothers were waiting for him.

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Jason was the first to notice him, “There you are, Dickhead. We need to get going if we want to get to the farm in time for supper.”

Dick grunted in acknowledgement as he reaches in to his bag in front of his seat for his phone. “Give me a minute, I need to make a phone call for these two ladies” he replies pointing to Chloe and Marinette who were hanging back, still a little unsure if they can trust these men.

Dick made the call to Clark and then handed the phone to Marinette. “Here, let him know where you are.”

Jason and the others looked at Dick, ‘What was happening here?’

Marinette put the phone on speaker,” Hello Dick, is everything alright? You haven’t had any problem with the drive, have you?”

“Clark, this is Marinette. We had a bit of an issue with our bus, and we ran into Richard and his brothers. Dick offered us a ride to get to the farm, but I would like to know if you trust them first before we make the decision to let them drive us to Smallville with them.”

“Each one of these men are very reliable. You may be in for an interesting trip, they can get a bit rowdy. Can you hand the phone over to Dick, I need to talk to him.”

Marinette giggled, walking closer to Dick and his brothers,“ It’s been on speakerphone, Clark. Here they are.”

“I would really appreciate it if you could bring Marinette and her friend with you. From what her parents have told me, she needs this vacation more than you do. I don’t know what is going on there, but I want to see my little Mari happy and relaxed once again.”

Not leaving any room for argument, Dick made the decision for the rest of his brothers, “We have enough room for them and their dog. We will see you all around 5. Has B Arrived yet?”

“Bruce and the rest of your family just arrived. I will let him know what you are doing for me, and we will see you all around 5. Thank you all for doing this, boys.”

After hanging up the phone, Dick started introductions, “Marinette and Chloe, let me introduce you to my three brothers, Jason Todd, Tim Drake and Damian Wayne.” Wanting to see how they would react to their last names. Jason waved with a hint of a smile. Tim as usual looked like he was ready to fall asleep standing up, all the same he gave them a huge smile and waved. Damian not at all happy with the situation at all crossed his arms, rolling his eyes. Just his luck, he would have to drive two gold diggers for the next 4 hours and listen to their dumb question. Grayson is going to pay for this.

Chloe barked out a full-fledged laugh. “Utterly ridiculous, Marinette. How do you always end up as a magnet for the rich and famous. It’s like your catnip!”

Marinette started blushing, “Excuse me, but I don’t fully recognize any of those names. Should I know who they are?”

Chloe scoffed, “Of course you should know who they are. These are the sons of Bruce Wayne, one of the CEO’s of Wayne Industries. Tim over there is the second CEO.”

Marinette stared blankly for a moment, then smiled, “Oh! The company that is trying to make that bulletproof fabric, I would love to see how it is made, not to mention I would love to see if I could make it into a wearable suit. It’s very nice to meet you all. My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng and this is my best friend, Chloe Bourgeois.”

“Well, we should get back on the road,” Dick replied, while he took both suitcases from Marinette and Chloe, so he could place them with the rest of their luggage. As he reached for Marinette’s backpack, she shook her head.

“No, thank you, I will keep this with me. There is room for the dog, right?” Pointing to a young black lab no older than a year old.

“We have plenty of room for all three of you. What is the dog’s name?”

“I just got her a few houses down, her owners were selling her. I haven’t found a name for her yet. They gave me her stuff and some food.” replied Marinette.

Damian finally approached the girls and bent down to pet the dog. “Hi girl, would you like to go for a ride with us?” The dog wagged her tail and licked his hand, getting ready to jump into the back seat of the large SUV.

“Well let’s get in, would one of you like to get into the passenger seat? Damian, do you still want to drive?” Asked Tim, ready to get back on the road.

Chloe sat in the front seat next to Damian. Marinette sat right behind Damian with Jason and her dog. Which left Dick and Tim in the third row, as expected Tim looked like he was about to fall asleep.

Everyone was unsure about how this trip would go, but one thing was certain. This trip just got a little more interesting.

Marinette smiled as she looked directly at Chloe. “Looks like luck is still on my side, Chlo.” Chloe started laughing once again. Leave it to Marinette to focus on the bright side of life.

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AN: Hello everyone! I have not written a story since I graduated from high school. So let’s just say close to 20 years. I want to get back into it. Please excuse any errors in my writing. I do not have a beta reader.

Also, I would like to thank Izanae for the writing prompt. If you haven’t read any of her stories, you really should. They are very good. No lying to yourself please Izzy. They truly are.

Fun fact, I had every intention to make this a one shot. I don't think that is the case anymore. I hope to have another chapter out next week.

Until next time, everyone!

#batman #miraculous ladybug #damian wayne #marinette dupain cheng #maribat #daminette

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piedpiperart · 9 months

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Marked for Death pt 15

Chapter 14

“Do I have to go?” Tim scowled, which did nothing to deter Jason from ruffling his hair in amusement.

“Yea, Cone, you do,”Jason said, subtly pushing the kid further in front of him and towards the door of the school. “We talked about this.”

“Yeah,”Tim sighed, slumping dramatically. “Fine, whatever.”

“Great,” Jason said brightly, opening the door for the two of them. Tim sulked through the doors, clutching his backpack tightly.

As much as Conan was putting on a pouting act, Jason could tell by the tight grip on his backpack straps. The kid was anxious, and maybe a bit scared. Jason didn’t know much about Conan’s life before they met, other than the fact that Conan had above average intelligence, hacking skills, and a grudge against the Black Organization. But also that Conan liked marshmallows and had no sense of self-preservation.

Jason was pretty sure Conan hadn’t been to school before, but there was a lot of stuff that was difficult for kids to learn on their own. It made sense that Conan had higher intelligence that allowed him to learn at an increased level. He hadn’t talked to Conan much about it, but Jason wasn’t worried about Conan being challenged in first grade. He made it clear that school was mostly for Conan to make friends and do something more fun than casework. He hoped Conan would make friends.

Challenging Conan’s knowledge was easy for Jason to do at home, when they worked on cases together or figured out different coding techniques. Jason knew he wouldn’t get that sort of intellectual challenge at school, but that was okay. He’d talked with the teacher beforehand and made sure that she was okay with allowing Conan to work on puzzles or other things if he gets bored in class.

“You know where to go?” Jason made sure, and Conan huffed.

“Yes,”Conan rolled his eyes, but Jason could see his grip tightening on his backpack.

“Want me to walk with you to class?” Jason offered. “I wanna see what your classroom is gonna look like.”

Conan squinted up at him. “You just want to snoop, don’t you?”

“Yep,”Jason said, popping the ‘p’. He didn’t mention to the boy that he actually wanted to make sure Conan got settled. “Gotta make sure Ms. Mouri has an epipen in the classroom.”

Conan groaned,”I told you, I won’t eat any walnuts. It’s never happened before!”

“But if it does, you’ll be prepared,”Jason added. Conan threw his hands in the air in exasperation.

“How many do you have? I thought you only got one at the hospital. You know those things are expensive, right?” Conan said exasperatedly.”We already have one at home, one in my backpack, I’m pretty sure you gave one to the school nurse and Uncle Dick.”

“I’m just being prepared,”Jason grumbled. Over the past month, he’d begrudgingly let Dick meet Conan, and the man was now over at Jason’s at least once a week for movie night. He insisted on Conan calling him Uncle Dick, and had plans to take Conan to the museum this weekend as a reward for making it through Conan’s first week of school. Dick hadn’t mentioned it, but Jason was sure Bruce was jealous that Dick got to sp[end so much time with them. As it was, Jason only contacted Bruce when they had something on the Robin case, which was still slow-going.

“For if I ever get attacked by a walnut,”Conan shot back. “I’ll be fine.”

“Alright, alright,”Jason said, still planning to give an extra epipen to Conan’s teacher. Conan didn’t know Jason’s gang had an endless supply of epipens to hand out to the street kids in case they couldn’t afford one.

Jason watched in amusement as Conan shoved himself at the colorfully decorated classroom door, pushing it with all his weight in order to get it open. He held the door open once Conan made it through and held back a worried frown at how Conan froze at the sight of eighteen other kids scurrying about the room.

Jason nudged him forwards, pretending to look elsewhere when Conan shot him a glare. Instead, Jason waved to the teacher, a nice young lady with long brown hair and brown eyes. The teen went to greet the teacher when he felt Conan following close behind him. He shook his head fondly at the way Conan tried to hide himself from the other kids.

“Hello, you must be Jason, Conan’s dad?” Ms. Mouri greeted, extending a hand that Jason shook politely.

“Yeah, nice to meet you,”Jason responded. They talked briefly, Jason letting her know of Conan’s severe allergy and supplying her with a few fidget toys for when Conan inevitably got bored. She seemed nice, and very attentive to her students, many of which were milling about and greeting each other.

Conan stayed behind Jason the whole time he was talking with Ms. Mouri, gripping Jason’s pant leg tighter when three kids approached him. “Well, I’ll see you after school Conan,”Jason called, walking out the door despite the look of absolute panic and betrayal Conan shot him.

The doors shut all too soon, trapping Tim in a room with eighteen small children, most of whom were, sadly, taller than him.

“Hi! What’s your name?” A small boy with brown hair asked as he bounded up to Tim.

“Do you like heroes?” Another boy piped up, this one taller and darker skinned than the first.

“Uh, I’m Conan and yes?” Tim said, stepping back a little to regain some personal space. He glanced briefly at the teacher in panic, but she only nodded at him encouragingly.

“I’m Mitchell, that’s Amy and George,”the smaller boy gestured. Amy, the girl in the group, had short brown hair and a red headband.

“Have you seen the class pet yet?” Amy asked, and Tim shook his head no.

“Oh! You haven’t met Berta?”George asked, leading them towards some sort of terrarium in the corner,”Let’s go!”

The kids crowded around the terrarium, and Tim sighed internally. “Oh! Look!” Mitchell pointed to the left of the tank,”There!”

“Awww she’s eating,”George said, putting his hands on the glass. Tim had to stand on his tip toes in order to see, but the little turtle inside was kind of cute. It was stretching out its neck to take big bites out of some lettuce.

“Is she a turtle or a tortoise?” Amy asked, pointing. “She doesn’t have flippers.”

“Sea turtles have flippers,”Mitchell stated, leaning closer to the glass to get a better look.”

“See the red spot on her head?” Tim pointed out. “That’s a common mark of the red eared slider, which is a type of turtle.”

“Oh, you’re really smart Conan!”George bounced in place. “You know a lot bout turtles.”

“Turtles live in water and tortoises live on land,”Tim added helpfully,”But because of the lack of flippers she can still walk on land.”

“That means tortoises can’t swim, so they must have big feet,”Mitchell added.

“Yeah,”Tim said. “You’re really smart too for figuring that out.”

“Like a detective!”Amy exclaimed. “I wanna be a detective! Like Batman!”

“Me too!” Mitchell and George exclaimed. Tim was not sure how the conversation ended up here, and worried about keeping up with their attention spans. He was already tired.

“We can all be detectives,”Amy said, but frowned. “We’ll need a group name! Like a club. A detective club.”

“My sister is in a club at her school, the Chess club,”Mitchell offered. “They meet every tuesday and thursday, and sometimes on weekends for compa- competitions.”

“We can meet during recess!”George added,”And as detectives, we can solve any mysteries at school.”

“What mysteries would be at school?” Tim asked.

“Anything! I heard that Ms. Mouri had to get a new class pet because the last class pet went missing,”Amy said, bringing her hand up like she was whispering. “I heard from one of the third graders.”

“Aw no, another turtle?” George asked, but Amy shook her head.

“It was a snake called Snippy,”Amy informed them, and the two boys suddenly became uninterested in the turtle.

“Maybe if we find Snippy, they can live with Berta and be best friends!” George exclaimed. Tim was pretty sure that snakes and turtles needed very different habitats, but he wasn’t going to burst their bubble.

“Then our first case is finding Snippy!” Amy exclaimed. She fiddled with her red skirt excitedly while the others rallied closer.

“Wait, we still need a group name,”Mitchell added suddenly. “Like… the detective club?”

“Mystery Kids?” Amy asked.

“Detective Boys!” George exclaimed, pumping a fist in the air.

“Er, Mystery Club?” Tim chimed in hesitantly.

“I like Detective Boys,”Mitchell nodded. Amy nodded too. George was grinning, then they all looked at Conan.

“Sure?” Tim said, shrugging. Despite the fact that not all of them were boys, Tim didn’t think the others would remember even forming a club tomorrow. Kids had a short attention span, right?

“Detective Boys it is!” The three of them exclaimed.

It was at that moment that Ms. Mouri called for everyone's attention, much to Tim’s relief. They were directed to their seats and Tim was less enthused when Amy, Mitchell and George dragged Tim with them when they ran over to their seats.

Tim crashed gracelessly on the couch, snuggling up to Kermit and burying himself in the blankets there. He couldn’t believe how much energy kids had, and he couldn’t figure out why he was so tired.

“Rough day?” Jason chuckled from behind him. Tim heard him put his keys on the table near the door and take his shoes off.

“We ran around outside so much,”Tim groaned. He had to endure two recesses and P.E. class, which was more activity and socialization than he was used to over the past month.

“All tired out, huh? You wanna take a nap and I’ll wake you for dinner?” Jason offered, and Tim shook his head.

“‘M gonna work on the case,”He grumbled, pulling himself up to sit on the couch properly. School had ended at three, and Tim had wasted so many hours he could have been working on the case. He snagged the laptop from the coffee table, and started updating the program he was using to keep an eye on Gotham University students using CCTV cameras.

Jason was not surprised to find Conan fast asleep on the couch an hour later. He was fondly amused at how worn out the kid was. Conan had spent the whole day around a big group of people after being around one or two for the past month.

Dick had been coming around more often, but Jason still hadn’t trusted Dick around Conan alone much. He had to admit, it was definitely easier to trust Dick the more they reconnected. Dick seemed utterly smitten with Conan, and Jason was happy to have someone else for Conan to rely on.

Neither Jason or Dick wanted Conan to be involved in any crime fighting, so both had been trying to keep Conan involved in normal kid activities. The park had been mostly unsuccessful, other than Conan finding a praying mantis to watch. He’d brought the bug over to Dick and didn’t realize the older man was not very fond of bugs. Jason had laughed his head off when Dick screamed. Conan had been afraid for the bugs' safety however, and ran over to Jason with it to take cover from Dick’s flailing.

Jason smiled at the memory, and went over to close the laptop Conan was working on. He gently moved the kid over to lay down in a more comfortable position and brought the blanket up to tuck him in. Jason reached over and gently pushed his unruly black hair out of Conan’s face. To make sure Conan keeps with his sleep schedule, he’d make sure to wake him up in time for dinner.

“-with Amy, George, and Mitchell,”Conan continued, gesturing with his fork as he told Jason about his first day of school. “We made a plan at recess, and figured we had to gather more information about Snippy before we made any accusations. Amy thinks someone kidnapped Snippy but Mitchell thinks he escaped.”

“What about George?” Jason asked. He was beyond happy for Conan making some friends. This was the most talkative his kid had ever been when not talking about a case.

Conan scoffed,”George thinks aliens abducted Snippy, which is obviously impossible.”

“Not impossible,”Jason hedged, thinking about two aliens he’d met before.

“Okay,”Conan rolled his eyes,”Not impossible but unlikely. Superman wouldn’t steal a class pet.”

“Who’s stealing animals?” A voice broke through, and Jason shook his head fondly.

“Uncle Dick!” Conan perked up, abandoning his plate of food to give the man a hug after he shimmied himself through the now open window.

“Close the window, Dickhead,”Jason called. He didn’t bother to tell him not to break in through his window. Again.

Dick came into the kitchen with Conan on his hip, grinning like a loon. “I heard my nephew’s first day at school went well!” He cheered, giving Conan a hair ruffle before plopping the kid down in his seat.

Jason smiled at the two as Conan launched into the story again about forming a club with his new friends. He figured it made sense that Conan managed to form a detective group, but he was glad their only case so far was finding a pet snake.

As the two talked, Jason got up to get Dick a portion of the pesto, chicken and vegetable pasta he’d made. Dick gave him an incredibly soppy grin when Jason set it down in front of him and he had to resist the urge to give him a rude gesture in front of his kid.

“I dunno, Superman might’ve taken him,”Dick said conspiratorially.

“That’s silly,”Conan told him. “Superman doesn’t need a pet snake.”

“But what if he needed a sidekick? Maybe he kidnapped him and gave him a little costume and he became Snippy the Super Snake,”Dick added, and Conan gave him a look so dry Jason almost spat out his food in laughter.

“Superman hasn’t had a snake sidekick ever, and the snake doesn’t have any superpowers,”Conan argued. “If anything, one of the teachers just got rid of him for being too much to take care of or he died.”

Dick gasped,”No, he can’t be dead! You guys gotta find him!” “We’re trying,”Conan grumbled. “Only the third years talked to us about Snippy, and said that he was their class pet when they were in second grade and Snippywas supposed to be moved to first grade when they moved to third but he disappeared.”

“Hmm, that does sound fishy,”Jason added.

“I have a few theories, but I’m gonna have to talk to the second grade teacher before I make any conclusions,”Conan stated, chomping down on some zucchini. Dick made eye contact with Jason to coo about Conan’s matter of fact way of conducting his investigation. Jason rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t deny that his kid was cute when he got invested in something.

“You know, Dick was a cop for a few years, maybe he could help you with your investigation,” Jason offered, hiding a smile when Conan turned to Dick lightning fast.

“What do you do when the crime scene has been cold for a long time?” Conan asked, and Dick paused dramatically while putting a finger to his chin.

“Well, usually we look at past pictures or videos taken in the area, to see any changes with the scene,”Dick listed,”It could be small changes or big ones, and then you figure out which ones might be relevant to your case based on the victim or perpetrator’s actions. It might lead to finding evidence, motive, etc.”

Conan nodded in thought, and gave Jason a moment of clarity on his own case. The Robin case was now a month old at least, and there was no way of knowing where Tim had been abducted from. Barbara had been at least able to find cameras of Tim leaving Stephanie’s house and caught him again a few blocks away. There was a high probability that Tim was abducted that Friday night based on other cameras not picking him up around his house.

But cameras weren’t the only things that could lend them evidence, Jason thought. Thinking about what Dick said, he couldn’t help but hope. Jason made a note to scour social media in and around Tim’s route home. Maybe someone got a lucky picture of Tim or the bad guys that Jason could go off of.

Jason tuned back into the conversation, unsurprised to find Dick in an impromptu gymnastics lesson in the living room. They had moved the coffee table and couch off to the side, and Dick was on the carpet directing Conan in some stretches. Jason huffed a laugh, and got up to collect everyone’s plates.

“This one’s called the pigeon,”Dick said, pulling his left leg in front of him to cross over his other leg like half a criss cross applesauce. Conan gave him a confused look but dutifully copied him.

“Why’s it called the pigeon?” Conan asked, switching legs when Dick did.

“I dunno, what would you call it?” Dick asked, moving to stretch his arms.

Conan copied him, nose scrunched up as he thought. “Maybe flamingo? Because you stand on one leg?”

“Ah yeah, but this one’s the flamingo,”Dick countered, pulling one foot behind him to stretch his thigh. Conan made a disgruntled huff.

“Front flamingo and back flamingo?” Conan frowned.

“What about.. This one?” Dick said dramatically, bending backwards so far his hands touched the ground, making Conan giggle into his hand.

“You’re silly,”Conan said, and Jason was happy to see the smile on his face.

“Alright kids, movie time,”Jason directed. He relished in the amused and affronted look Dick sent him at being considered a child. Bold of him to do that when he was upside down on the floor, Jason thought.

Jason sat down on the couch, heart filling with warmth when Conan burrowed into his side. He avoided looking in Dick’s direction, who was no doubt cooing over the two of them. Jason was busying himself with arranging blankets around the two of them when he felt a weight dip on the other side of the couch and a weight pressed against him.

“Dick,”Jason sighed, not even trying to wiggle out of his brother’s octopus arms. There was a squeak in between them, and Jason could feel Conan trying to wiggle out from being stuck between the two.

“Dick!” Conan squeaked, his one free arm flailing.

“Oh! Where’d Conan go?” Dick joked, looking dramatically around. “Well, I don’t see him, guess I should just cuddle Jason instead!”

Conan only groaned in defeat when Dick flopped over him. Jason bit back a grin, knowing Dick wasn’t putting all his weight on the kid. “Oh man, gravity is just- so heavy right now,”Dick grinned.

“...dad… help me,”Conan squeaked, free arm reaching out to Jason when both adults froze. Dick exchanged a wide eyed but excited look with Jason, who felt like he could barely breathe.

“A-alright, I got you kiddo,”Jason huffed a laugh, reaching under Dick to free his son. Conan took a dramatic breath of air, sticking his tongue out at Dick as Jason sat Conan on his lap and tucked the blankets around him.

Dick was grinning like a lunatic as he scooched closer to the two, cuddling up to them while Conan yelped and tried to push him back, to no success. Jason just held Conan close, mind racing.

Conan called him dad. It was a thought running through his head nonstop as Dick gave up messing with the kid and started the movie. While Jason was beyond glad that Conan trusted him enough to call him dad… he was very, very worried about the small life currently in his hands.

Jason was responsible for a human life now, and there was no way he wanted to change that. He was just terrified that he would find some way to screw it up. But looking at the three of them on that couch, his brother beside him. It was something he never thought he’d have again. He’d never thought he’d have a family like this again, and he would do anything to keep it.

And, Jason found that he would do anything to bring Robin back to their family.

Chapter 16

#Marked for Death #Tim drake #mfd #jason todd #red hood #tim is de-aged

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i-didnt-do-1t · 8 months

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psst, may i pls request “when did you learn how to do that?” with the delanceys? <3

Nox I am so sorry for posting this at 3am but I hope you enjoy <3

If Oscar hadn’t had a couple of whiskeys he wouldn’t have said it, but as it was his sight was a little blurry at the edges and a warm thrum was echoing through his body. It wasn’t often he could drink at home, usually preferring some cheap pub or bar out one of the shadier sides of town where he could pick a fight and not be noticed in the crowd, but Wiesel wasn’t home tonight, which meant him and Morris were sat in the kitchen together, a half finished bottle between them. The hangover in the morning would probably be hell but he decided it was worth it.

He’d kicked his feet up on the table in front of him, arm thrown casually over the back of his chair, the one that Morris had thrown his jacket over once they’d stepped through the door (he’d have to remind him to hang it up before Wiesel got home)

Morris had been working since they got back, some kind of paper work Wiesel never bothered to hand to Oscar so he assumed there was nothing to read on it. Usually it meant Morris had to get it done by the next morning but that didn’t mean there wasn’t a glass of cheap whiskey sat next to his smouldering cigarette.

Oscar craned his head again to glance at the clean sheet of paper Morris was scrawling on and his frown deepened as he tried to make out the numbers and what the hell they meant. He knew it was something for Uncle Wies, something about the stacks of papers and pay and all the other mathematic stuff Oscar wasn’t involved with but Morris was occasionally asked to look over.

“When did you learn how to do that?”

The question had left his mouth before he even realised he was thinking it.

Morris glanced up at him, brows pulled together, like Oscar was stupid and asking a stupid question. “What?”

He nodded toward the page. “Numbers. Math. I sure as hell didn’ teach you like I taught you everythin’ else.”

Morris took a drag of his cigarette.

“Definitely weren’t you.” He tapped out the ash. “You’re a shit teacher by the way.”

“You’re a shit brother.”

Morris rolled his eyes and turned back to his sheet, scanning it again

Oscar let the silence sit for a second as he watched him, trying to pin down any familiarity in the action, any familiarity in the way his eyes narrowed when he reached something he didn’t quite seem to get.

“Was it ma?”

Morris stopped again, the grip around his pencil tightening near imperceptibly but not subtly enough that Oscar didn’t notice

“What?”

“Did ma teach you numbers?”

Morris frowned at him, like the question didn’t make sense. And maybe it didn’t, Oscar wasn’t sure. He wasn’t sure how many glasses of whiskey were in his system either. Didn’t keep count. Would’ve struggled to keep count if he’d tried.

“Course she didn’t.” Morris said eventually, and then with his cigarette between his teeth. “She teach you numbers?”

“She tried.”

“She failed.”

Oscar sent him a blank stare and a middle finger at that, anger somewhere low in his stomach, weighted down by the alcohol that usually surfaced it. (Maybe it just hadn’t reached that point in the night yet. There was still time for something to set him off)

“You can’t read.” He shot back, childish maybe but not untrue and if Morris was going to be a dick he could too.

“Means’ you failed Os.”

Oscar took a slow drag of his cigarette, staring down his brother as he exhaled smoke, fighting to keep the grin of his face.

“You’re an asshole Mo.”

Morris, he thought, looked unusually like their mother when he was exasperated but a little smug, not tired enough to be looking a fight. (Maybe it just hadn’t reached that point in the night yet.)

His lip pulled up a little at the edge in a rare almost smile, even if it was mocking and crooked. “Learnt from the best.”

#newsies #if Oscar was not drunk any thoughts about his mother would not have left his mouth <3 #Morris suddenly being so concerned when Oscar’s the one to bring her up??#because Oscar doesn’t Do That #trying to talk about her is like pulling teeth and usually results in the same amount of pain #Oscar will probably not remember this exchange in the morning #Oscar usually being an angry drunk but he’s drinking in an environment he feels somewhat safe for the first time in his life #(Morris is there and Wiesel is not as well as a lack of big crowds he can easily pick fights in)#so he’s just exhausted and drunk and just speaking. in a way he never usually does

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bitacrytic · 2 years

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Porsche is a mirror

#kinnporsche

Porsche is very many things. He's a noisemaker, he's a friend, enemy, helper, hinder. Porsche is a chameleon. He's had to be, considering the amount of responsibilities he's grown up with.

Like he said to Kinn, "If he's nice to me, I'll be nice back."

That statement seems like it's only about Vegas, but let's examine Porsche's relationship with everyone.

He's tender with his brother. He was a partner to his uncle until he couldn't trust him anymore. He's good friends with Jom and Tem.

He's a dick to Ken and Big because they're dicks to him. He's vulnerable around Pete because Pete is vulnerable around him. He's chaotic around Khun because Khun is chaos. And when given to influence people, he takes charge, like he did in the sauna.

The best example of this behaviour is when he is with Kinn. Everytime Kinn has been rude to Porsche, he's been rude back. Everytime Kinn opened up to him, he opened right up as well. (apart from the morning after but that can be excused) In the forest, he met Kinn's bluster with exasperation and Kinn's cuteness with guidance and doting.

Which is why I'm so excited to see how he acts around Kinn when Kinn wakes up. Because now, he knows Kinn (on some level) sees him as more than just a bodyguard. And besides, Kinn has taken a bullet for him. In Porsche's book, he's not going to be satisfied until he finds a way to pay Kinn back. Kinn has been bumped up from "oppressive, crappy boss" to "very important person".

So far, in my opinion, we haven't seen Porsche put the moves on someone. From the trailer, we know what a little shit Porsche can be. I can't wait. Poor Kinn, he has no idea what's headed his way. Because if Porsche decides to mirror Kinn's affection, then an avalanche is coming Kinn's way.

#kinnporsche

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Decided to upload the one fanfic that I actually managed to finish so far on here as long as ao3 is being attacked.

It‘s a Fake relationship AU between Stephanie Brown and Tim Drake (Batman all Media types) that DOES NOT end in a real relationship as Tim is together with Conner. Roughly 8.500 words. Deals with asexuality and aromanticism and includes conversations about sexuality etc.

Read here ⬇️

Wanna be my beard? Is a work of fiction that is based on works in the DC universe.

Originally published on Archive of our own, under the alias brunedoutstudentwithaloveforfoundfamily

Note to Reader

This work was written by me and is riddled with grammatical and orthographic errors as I did not have a beta-reader. Also, regardless of weather you know about asexuality and aromanticism, I want you to understand, that some of the conversations depicted are loosely based on conversations I myself had with friends. Just because I feel represented in my sexuality and romantic attraction in this work, it does not mean that every person on the asexual and/or aromantic spectrum will feel the same. That is because it is a SPECTRUM. My experiences do not have to be like those of other asexual aromantics for me to be part of this spectrum and the other way around. It can help to compare yourself to others to figure out your identity, but it can also be harmful to focus on the differences rather than the similarities.

Start:

One of the many abilities he had gained as a bat was feeling it when somebody was watching him. Given that he was slumped over in his seat in the middle of the night, with only the blue light of his laptop illuminating the room, it was probably Alfred or, less likely, Bruce who had come to tell him to go to sleep. But both of them would have said something by now rather than standing in the door and just watching. Dick was in Blüdhaven, Jason wouldn’t enter the manor unless he was convinced into joining them for dinner by Alfred, and the demon spawn had no reason to visit him at four in the morning. Even if he did, he would have just thrown a shoe or something at Tim’s head and leave again.

Slowly Tim turned around and looked at the door.

Stephanie was standing there, T-posing and staring at the wall in front of her, wearing a weird mixture of pyjamas and her costume.

“What the hell do you want, Steph?” Tim asked exasperated.

“Ooooh, he has senses! Honestly, I thought your brain had morphed with your computer by now. Or did the camera tell you that you weren’t alone anymore?”

“Come on, Steph, it’s like four in the morning. Why are you here?”

Stephanie let her arms fall to her sides and quickly moved over to his bed, making herself at home. It was clear that whatever she wanted would take some time, so Tim sighed and turned off his laptop before turning around with his chair and moving his legs until he was sitting criss-cross applesauce.

“I just came home after patrol” Stephanie started, “and I had a very shitty day at the office and had some questions for you.”

“If you want me to give you pointers on how to survive in a company, I cannot help you. Half of my survival skills come from being the CEO and literally being allowed to fire people if they are assholes” Tim replied dryly, “If you really want help ask Uncle Clark.”

“Actually, this is something you can help me with better than anybody else I know.”

Tim raised his eyebrow doubtfully.

“Soooooo, Tim, you’re gay, right?”

“I mean, queer, but close enough.” Tim was getting really distrustful now.

“Yeah, but you are into men and in a relationship with a guy and happy in that relationship, right?”

“Obviously”

“And your dad can never find out, right?”

“Yes?”

“And I’m asexual aromantic...”

“….yeah?”

“And we both know than men ain’t shit and don’t take no for an answer unless the girl has a boyfriend...”

“Just-” Tim sighed and raised his hand to his brows, kneading the skin between them “What are you trying to say, Steph?”

“Wanna be my beard?” Stephanie grinned and wriggled her eyebrows at him with a huge grin on her face.

“Wha- like a fake relationship?”

“Yeah! I mean, think about it! You get to prove to your dad that you are definitely not gay, and I don’t have to deal with idiots who ask me out on dates at work, even if I say no literally every time somebody asks,” she shrugs.

“I thought you gave your cat a human name just to get out of these kinds of situations?”

“Yeeeeaaah, but people started getting suspicious because I couldn’t show them any pictures of me with my boyfriend, and everybody else has pictures of their partners on their desk or at the very least as their phone background. So, are you interested?” She leaned forwards on the bed, still with a shit eating grin on her face.

“I mean... I would have to ask Kon first. What exactly would this entail anyways?”

“For me it would just be a few leading pictures and maybe you could join me on the office-Christmas party or some shit. And I guess I could accompany you to some family dinners or whatever you do with your dad?”

“You know what? Deal!”

…

The thing about Stephanie was that she didn’t do things half assed. When she had talked about “a few leading pictures” Tim had imagined some uncomfortable pictures with him hugging her from the back like couples always did. He did not expect her to take pictures of him sleeping, or to book an actual photographer for a couple-session in the park.

Admittedly, it was a lot of fun, though.

Kon had decided to join them on all their little fake-relationship adventures. Not because he didn’t trust Tim but because he wanted to laugh at them while they embarrassed themselves.

At first it had been embarrassing too, but the longer they were taking pictures, the more relaxed Tim became and as such he actually started to have fun.

Stephanie was wearing a beautiful long purple dress and had forced Tim into a suit in the exact same colour. They had started out with the typical “staring deeply into each other eyes” stuff and “hold hands while hugging a tree”, but now they had reached the “throw leaves at each other” and “pretend you`re drunk while walking” part of the shoot.

Instead of throwing the leaves into the air so they would artfully fall down around them, Tim had full on launched them at Stephanies face. They had found random bugs in her hair and dress for about ten minutes after that and Con had laughed so much, he had started to cry.

Then Stephanie had pretended to be drunk not by slightly staggering and laughing like intended, but instead by leaning her entire body weight onto Tim who unfortunately was still smaller than her. When he had shoved her away, she had tumbled down half the hill before eventually letting herself fall and roll down the rest of the way. The photographer had been very concerned while Tim and Conner were nearly choking of laughter. Bruce of course had taught all the Batkids how to properly fall before he had started teaching anything else, so there really wasn’t a reason to worry.

In the end, they had a very exasperated photographer who had a lot fewer good pictures than planned, two very dirty, and three very happy clients. Tim ended up giving the photographer an enormous tip as an apology. It would still take about a week until they would see the results, because the photographer was going to photoshop them first to adjust the lightning and such. By now Tim and Steph couldn’t wait for the pics.

After spending half of the day in the park (miraculously without Ivy interrupting them) the three decided to go to a restaurant for a “fake date”. That had been Conner’s idea and Tim was pretty sure he had only said that because he was truly hungry, but they decided that they hadn’t gone to a proper restaurant together in such a long time, that it only suited to do so now.

“Jesus fuck, Stephanie, don’t you know how to use a knife?” Tim laughed as Stephanie bit of another piece of steak that she had simply punctured with her fork and was now holding up in a single piece.

Stephanie said... something. Tim really couldn’t understand her with her mouth full.

Instead, he turned around to his boyfriend. Conner had ordered some type of steamed buns that were served with a hot pear-custard. Tim had originally thought that it was more suited as dessert, but when the dish arrived, they soon realised that the so-called buns were a lot bigger than expected. They were, however, very fluffy and Tim was dying for a taste.

Luckily, he knew his boyfriend well enough to not even have to ask.

“Ah” he said and opened his mouth suggestively. Con grinned and dipped his fork with a piece of bun into the custard again, before feeding it to Tim.

“Eeew, love” Stephanie commented loudly enough for the people a table over to turn their heads.

“Shhhh!” Tim hissed angrily at her despite his full mouth and ducked his head as he caught the eyes of the man next to them. Quickly he kicked her leg beneath the table, and she started swearing at him (luckily considerably quieter than before), but when Tim caught Conner only laughing at the situation, he couldn’t help but stare at him and smile. Soon enough Conner stopped laughing. He leaned forward and put his tilted face in his hand before reaching over with the other one and stroking over Tim’s lower lip where he had apparently spilled some of the gravy during their little dispute.

“God, you guys are disgusting” Stephanie said, but when Tim threw her an angry look, he saw that she as well was smiling.

“Must be horrible to be confronted with the exact same thing you are trying to get away from, huh?” he teased.

“Meh, it’s easier when I know that I’m not involved in it, you know? Like if somebody was staring at me the way Conner was just staring at you, I’d probably go find the next toilet to escape through the window” she laughed. “But when I see him looking at you like that, I’m honestly just happy for the two of you.”

“Awww, that’s so nice of you” Tim responded.

“Wait, I’m a little confused” commented Conner “I thought the two of you used to be a thing? Was the relationship with him so bad that you just decided to never try that again?” he laughed, though clearly in an uncomfortable way, as if he was a little scared of the answer or rather of offending someone.

“Nah, don’t worry. Our relationship was great! I mean we didn’t go very far, but the things we did do were nice... in a way. I think both of us only started that relationship because we didn’t really understand our sexualities yet but were became such good friends so quickly that we both though “huh, guess this is that love-thing everybody keeps talking about”, you know?” she explained.

“Yeah,” Tim added “I think the main reason we both were happy in that relationship was because both of us were actually so uninterested in anything truly sexual or romantic with the other one that neither of us felt as if we were being pressured into anything. Honestly, apart from you of course, Steph was the partner I felt the most comfortable around-”

“Awwww”

“Shut up! But yes, we broke up, because I had my first ever real crush and realised that maybe what Steph and I had simply wasn’t love. And I guess both of us were stupid enough to think that breaking up meant having to hate each other and avoid each other for ever, cause that’s what they show in the TV and stuff, so we pretty much cut off contact after the breakup. And then when we met again, we realised that we actually still acted the exact same way around each other as we did before, just without the weird attempts at making out, so we became friends again, and here we are” he shrugged.

“Oh, so you’re not just a lesbian?” asked Connery and put an arm around Tim’s shoulders while stuffing another piece of bun into his mouth.

“What? No! What made you think that?”

“Well, when Tim told me about your fake relationship, he told me there was no way you could try to make this into something more serious and I guess I just assumed...”

“No, no, I’m asexual aromantic.”

“Oh, asexuals are those who don’t have sex, right? So aromantics don’t fall in love?”

“Well, not quite. Asexuals can have sex if they want to, but many don’t want to or are even sex-repulsed but most of the time asexuality is defined as not feeling sexual attraction at all. Like not looking at someone and thinking “oh, they look hot” and stuff like that. But yeah, aromantics don’t feel romantic attraction. But you know both of these terms are umbrella terms so there are a lot of people that define themselves as aromantic or asexual but don’t fully fit the description I just gave you.”

“So, what about you?”

“Yeah, I don’t feel any sexual or romantic attraction and I also absolutely do not want to have sex. I mean everything about that just kind of freaks me out? I’m pretty sure if somebody sent me a dickpic I would just immediately throw up and if I had to touch one... god, I can’t even imagine. I mean they are just so disgusting? And vulvas are weird too? But I have one, so they are kinda okay, but like I don’t even like to masturbate and if I do masturbate, I don’t touch it with my fingers, cause yuck, so I just use toys. But yeah, my sex-drive is pretty small anyways, so I just masturbate like every few weeks?”

“Okay, that might be a bit too much information, Steph!” Tim interrupted while throwing a look around the restaurant. There was a young couple nearby who had stopped talking to listen as soon as Stephanie had started her rant and a server had approached their table, assumably to pour them more water, but had immediately left when she had heard their topic.

“No, actually, it’s really interesting to hear this!” Conner commented “I mean, I never really get the chance to hear about the opposite of my attraction you know? After all education is the most important weapon and I think we all know, that no sex-education teacher would ever get into such depth” he laughed.

“Oh please, as if this would get mentioned in sex-ed at all! I didn’t even learn about anal sex being a possibility until Bruce decided that school sex ed was shit and that he had to teach us about the real world.”

“True, in my first sex-ed class the teacher taught us, that every decision we did was subconsciously because of our sexuality and as an example she said that whenever we got dressed we subconsciously tried to look good to out crushes, which confused the FUCK out of me, because back then, the only person I actually wanted to impress was my mother, and I was actually trying to look like a good daughter whenever I got dressed. Seriously thought I had like an Oedipus complex because of that!”

Tim burst into laughter at that and didn’t manage to stay quiet, causing even more people to start staring at them.

“What’s an Oedipus complex?” asked Conner and Tim’s head whipped around to him with a face full of disbelieve before he started laughing even more.

“It’s when you wanna fuck your mom”.

“Ew, what the fuck? Who would even think about that?!?!”

“Well certainly not you, unless you decide to classify Lex Luthor as your mom”.

“Oh my god” exclaimed Conner and gagged while Tim laughed so hard, he had to hold onto the table and Steph’s grin became even more devious.

“Anyways, back to the masturbation thing...”

“No, please I don’t want to hear it if it involves your mom!”

“It does NOT! I said I only THOUGHT I had an Oedipus complex because that useless-ass teacher decided to generalize an experience that only y’all allosexual-hypersexual-perverted-horny-ass-dumbasses have!!!!”

“Please!” Tim managed to get out between his gasps “No more, Steph. I can’t breathe” and he wiped away tears of laughter from under his eyes.

“Shut up, I’m educating Mr. Kent here!” Steph turned back to Connor and put on an unexpectedly serious face “So basically porn doesn’t do it for me and hentai used to do it for me, but now I only find stuff that is like extremely unrealistic and often super rapey so most of the time I just listen to people having sex because auditive stimulation gets me going-”

“Errr...”

“And I can’t even imagine myself in sexual situations. Like my phantasies always surround other people-”

“Real people?”

“No like book characters and stuff.”

“Huh”

“Like 50 shades of grey”

“Excuse me?”

“Sure, the book was unrealistic as fuck and not particularity well written – in my personal opinion- but it was good if you wanted to read some smutty porn, you know?”

“No, I don’t. I don’t read porn... or watch it, to be honest.”

Tim stopped laughing and looked at Conner in surprise. “Really? You don’t watch porn?”

Connor shrugged a little uncomfortably. “Am I supposed to? I don’t know it never really did something for me...”

“No, you don’t have to. I just kind of saw you as.... I mean you have a pretty high sex drive” Tim commented with a face as red as a tomato and threw another quick glance around, suddenly caring about the other people in the restaurant again.

“I mean yeah, I do, but porn just doesn’t do it for me? Like it is so different from any sexual experience I ever had... it’s kind of like watching a very bad actor?”

“Mh, yeah, I guess I get that....”

“By the way, Tim. When I started this whole fake-dating thing you said that you were queer rather than gay, but when you broke up with me you said you were gay.... just.. I guess I’m a little confused. Can you explain that a little more? If you want to, I mean. No pressure and all that, you don’t owe me an explanation or anything, I just thought, since we’re already talking about it and stuff....”

“Yeah! Sure! I mean, a lot about my understanding about myself has changed since we broke up. When we broke up I truly though I was gay, but since then I had a few minor crushes on girls that made me rethink that, you know? It’s just that when you say “I’m bisexual” most people think that you like boys and girls the same amount, but I kind of prefer boys? Like every time I had a crush on a girl it went away quicker, but it also took a lot longer for me to develop one and it was always on a girl that I was already friends with."

He stroked his chin “I kind of thought that I might be a bit like demi-romantic when it comes to girls but a full-blown allosexual when it comes to boys? I don’t think there is an extra label for it, but I also feel the most comfortable with “queer” just because most of the realizations I had about my sexuality were years apart and I’m kinda scared to come out as something and realizing later on, that a different label fist better...”

“Well, sexuality is fluid. I think it is totally normal to find out later on that a label that used to be perfect feels different now.”

“Yeah, I know. The thing is coming out is already hard, but coming out a second time because you were wrong the first time? I would probably be too scared that people say “see I knew you lied” or “see it WAS a phase” to even come up with the courage for that. Apart from that...” he reached over and took Conners hand in his, smiling shily at him “as long as the two of us are together, any possible changes regarding my sexual identity won’t make a difference anyway.”

“Awww” Conner said and leaned down to press a tender kiss on Tim’s lips.

“I’m pansexual by the way” he said when he sat back again.

“HA! So, you ARE my complete opposite!” exclaimed Steph and Connor laughed again.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

…

The pictures came in less than a week later and they were amazing. The lighting was perfect, and the photographer had given himself the trouble to photoshop every single stray hair and pimple until the pictures looked crispy clean.

Most importantly they were cringy as fuck.

Tim loved them so much, that he went to find Alfred’s stock of picture frames and put the ones that were the worst onto the bedside table not only in the manor, but also his nest and some of his most frequently used safehouses. When Connor found out about that he decided to do the same just to fuck with everybody who ever visited him.

Stephanie on the other hand decided to take the most realistic looking ones and framed them for her office. Additionally, she forced Tim to take some selfies that she used as her phone background.

Technically they were now done from her side of the deal. The only reason why she could need Tim’s assistance again was if there were any company dinners or somebody still decided that she wasn’t if the table yet. Apparently, there was one very insistent co-worker Tim might have to scare off by actually showing up at her workplace though they both hoped that they would be able to avoid that.

But Stephanie still had to show up for her part of the deal which meant a dinner with Tim’s father and his new girlfriend Dana.

Tim was a very particular planner, and he had a backup plan for every possible situation which led to Stephanie staying at the manor with him for nearly a week prior to the dinner just going through all the possibilities.

The idea was pretty simple: Tim had already requested to be allowed to bring a +1 to the dinner and he would bring Stephanie over and driver her home (which of course meant the manor). Stephanie would wear on of the formal dresses she normally only wore to Bruce’s balls or charity events, and she would only speak about “proper” topics in a “proper” language to ensure that Jack Drake was pleased.

Jason had walked in on the two going through the pronunciation of certain archaeology terms that Jack was sure to bring up and had joked about them being the real-life version of Pygmalion and asked if they needed help from a professional.

Neither of them had gotten the joke which led to Jason walking away and muttering about “the uneducated youth”.

When the day came, both of them got dressed at the manor and decided to take Tim’s car to drive the admittedly very short drive over to Drake-manor. It didn’t occur to Stephanie that they hadn’t actually told anyone what exactly they were doing until the two were standing at the front door and Alfred came over to fix Tim’s hair and tie.

He had a weir look on his face. An unnatural state of nearly fully hidden confusion and pride. The confusion seemed to win over though.

Damian didn’t seemto have any interest in hiding his emotions. He was standing on top of the stairs with disgust clearly written all over his face. Next to him was Bruce who looked as if he was trying to solve a particularly tricky trap by the Riddler.

Stephanie was kind of sad that Dick, Jason, and Duke weren’t there. Cass would have either looked through their intentions within a second or at the very least hid her emotions well enough for Steph not to get it.

Tim seemed to be blissfully unaware of the tumult he had caused in his family’s minds.

“Thanks, Alf. We should be back in around 4-5 hours. I doubt it’ll take longer than that... at the very least you won’t have to plan for us for dinner. See ya!” He said and waved at all the people in the room before literally taking Steph’s hand to lead her out of the door.

As soon as the door shut behind them Steph snorted.

“What?” Tim asked.

“You didn’t tell them, did you?” She didn’t have to wait for an answer. His confused face told her more than enough. “Oh my god, Timmy. They all think we’re an actual couple now!” she laughed.

“What? No, they don’t.”

“Well, if they didn’t think so when we went out, clearly overdressed and claiming that we’re going out for dinner than they certainly thought so when you took my hand just then.”

Tim quickly let go of her hand as if he had burned himself and stared at her in shock.

“I only did that to get into the role!”

“Yeah, I know that, but they don’t.”

“Oh my god, that’s horrible” Tim swore and held his head in his hands “No, wait!” he looked up, clearly having had an epiphany “This is great! Oh, I can totally use that against them!”.

…

The dinner seemed to go well as far as Stephanie could tell.

They had decided to stay as close to the truth as possible, which meant that they admitted having had a relationship before, when Jack asked how long they had known each other, though they lied and claimed that they broke up, because Stephanie moved away for some while.

She had also admitted to her office job, which had been the absolute low of the entire dinner, as Jack had managed to subtly hint what he thought about office workers. Fucking rich people and their obsessions with good paying jobs- HA! I’m kidding. Their obsession with pretending their inherited money way showed their own hard work and achievements. Yeah, sure. Who are we kidding?

Still, Stephanie thought everything was going well.

Dana was very interested and attentive, leading the conversation away from work and over to hobbies. She generally showed good abilities to settle or even avoid any disputes.

So, Stephanie was certainly surprised, when she went for the bathroom and immediately walked into Tim when she exited.

“What the hell, Tim?”

“Plan F, we have to kiss.”

“What? What the fuck, Tim?”

“You agreed to all my plans!”

“Yeah, but only because I thought there was no way we would get further than C!”

“Come on, Steph. My dad does not believe us! We have to step up our game.”

“Can’t we start with like holding hands and stuff?”

“We did that the entire evening! I’m telling you, he does not believe us! I’m just talking about like a short peck, nothing more. We used to fully make out!”

“Okay, thanks, please don’t remind me of that. Fine, I’m okay with a short peck. Is Connor okay with that?”

“Yeah, don’t worry I asked him.”

“Okay, when?”

“Just at the end, when we leave. Jack is going to watch us get into the car and drive away, I promise. As suspicious as he is, he definitely will. I’ll hold the door open for you and we can give each other a short kiss before we enter the car and then drive of immediately.”

“Alright, let’s do it.”

…

It still took about an hour more until they were even able to leave. Jack had hired a cook just for the day and apparently that meant that 3 courses was not enough.

Eventually they managed to convince Jack and Dana that Stephanie had to be home early enough to get some proper sleep before she had to head to work (a lie, she didn’t work tomorrow). When Jack asked Tim where he was going to stay the night, he told him that he was going to stay with Steph, and there was a short moment of uncomfortable silence before Jack nodded but not without suspicion.

Finally, they managed to get their goats and just as Tim had predicted Jack went outside to see them of.

Tim led Stephanie to the passenger side of the car and opened the door. Just before she went to sit down, the two turned towards each other and Tim gave her a short smile, before she leaned down to give him a short kiss on the lips.

For a second, she could taste the sweat on his upper lip, but then the kiss was over and Tim soon closed the door after her.

In the mirror she saw him walk around the car and waving at his father, who looked a lot more convinced than before. Tim entered the car and started driving before he even put on the seatbelt. The two of them managed to wait until they were out of sight before Tim abruptly stopped the car.

“Eww, this used to be better back when I was straight!” Tim exclaimed and violently rubbed his sleeve over his lips. Steph quickly got a water bottle from the back of the car and started gurgling with it before opening the door and spitting the water onto the street.

“What are you doing? It’s not like it was a French kiss!”

“No, but I still got your taste on my tongue. God, why was your lip so sweaty? This was like kissing my brother!” she complained.

“I was nervous!”

“About kissing me?”

“Oh, please, been there, done that! I was nervous about my dad obviously!”

…

When they arrived at Wayne manor minutes later, Tim parked the car outside and once again went to open Stephanies door.

“Oh, thank you, my love” Steph mocked, and Tim grinned.

As they reached the entrance door, he held her back again.

“Hey, I just wanted to thank you for this. I know it wasn’t easy to let yourself be mocked by my father like that and to listen to his rambles for hours. So, yeah.... thank you.”

Stephanie smiled at him and eventually opened her arms in an invitation. It had been quite a while since the two had shared such an honest hug. The last few years had been filled with hardships and deceptions. It was good to know that the two had finally managed to get to a point where they could truly leave all of that behind them.

It also wasn’t often that either of them had the chance to enjoy a hug as long as this one without being interrup....

Somebody cleared their throat beside them, and Stephanie and Tim immediately separated.

“You two had a good time?” Jason asked from where he was standing in the door. He was holding his motorcycle helmet under his arm, clearly on his way to leave, and had one brow lifted in amusement and surprise.

Instead of explaining the situation, like Stephanie was just about to do, Tim gave him a blinding grin.

“Yes, thanks, anyways, goodbye!” he said and grabbed Stephanies hand, guiding her past Jason and into the manor.

…

Tim and Connor were cuddling in Tim’s bed in his nest, when Stephanie barged in through the window. Connor had Tim secured in his arms, playing the part of the big spoon for a change, while Tim was holding onto his arm with one hand and scrolling through his phone with the other. They had spent the day together and had decided to make the best of the little time they had before Tim had to leave for patrol. Unfortunately, due to the level of caffeine in Tim’s system, sleeping was off the table, so cuddling it was.

“Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim” Stephanie whined and threw herself on top of the two, causing Connor to laugh.

“Ugh, what do you want Steph?”

“They don’t believe me.”

“Mh? Who doesn’t believe what?”

“Elijah, that dude from work doesn’t believe me. Or maybe he just doesn’t care. But he’s still insisting to go out with me!”

“I don’t understand,” Con chimed in “Why don’t you just tell him no?”

“Wha.. Seriously Con? I did!!! He just doesn’t fucking care and doesn’t know how to take no for an answer!”

“So? You have the combined power of Robin, Batgirl, and Spoiler in your fists. Just make him understand.” Connor answered coldly.

“God, I wish I could, but B would kill me for that.”

“Doesn’t he have a no-kill-policy?”

“I meant figuratively.”

“Ooooh, Stephanie, pulling out the big words!”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“What exactly do you want me to do, though? I already posed for pictures with you.” Tim asked. He now had his eyes closed, clearly trying to mentally escape from the situation. The entire day had been so nice, just him and Connor, all on their own, in either silence or calm conversations.... why did Stephanie have such a loud voice?

“Come to the company Christmas party with me?”

“Pretty sure Bruce will throw some type of event that I’ll have to attend so no thanks, I’ll pass.”

“Ugh, fine, can you like pick me up from work or something?”

“That sounds.... doable.”

Stephanie grinned. “Great! I’ll see you tomorrow then!”

“Wait, no, I don’t have time tomor...” but Stephanie had already left through the window again.

Tim sighed defeated.

“Not that I mind, honey, but how long are the two of you planning to continue with this?” Connor asked.

“I don’t know. I mean I think my father is convinced. Tomorrow will probably be the last time...” he sighed once more, “Hey, Con, what are you doing tomorrow?”

…

He wasn’t entirely sure, why he was so nervous, but here he was, in nice but comfortable clothes and a bouquet of flowers in his hand, standing in front of the building Steph was working in.

It was an ugly looking office complex that had some visible cracks in its foundation, but considering that this was Gotham, it looked pretty good.

There was no receptionist or security, so Tim simply walked in and after a short look at the elevator decided to take the stairs up to the fourth floor.

To say that Stephanies workplace was chaotic would have been an understatement. There seemed to be a couple of private offices at the edge of the giant room he entered immediately after leaving the stairs. Within the room however there were no separating walls but only thin plywood that barely gave anybody the privacy of not being seen when the sat. It only reached up to Tim’s chest when he was standing, and he was man enough to admit that he wasn’t exactly the tallest of people.

It was loud. Hundreds of people seemed to be talking at the same time and several phones were ringing from different directions. That paired with the constant clicking of keyboards and the whirring of the coffee machines and the lights created an unbearable mixture of sounds.

He saw several people wearing headphones, and absolutely everybody had an absolutely dead expression of their face.

Tim would have never found Stephanie if he hadn’t seen Elijah. At least he assumed that it was Elijah from the description Stephanie had given him. A washed-out blue button down, sleeked back blonde hair, and a devilish grin. He was slumped over one of the plywood walls which made him very visible as he was the only head Tim could fully see over the borders.

He was apparently talking to somebody, and his grin quickly changed to a badly executed puppy look and pout as Tim came closer.

“Aww, come on honey, I’m just asking for a single date, mh? Couple of drinks, maybe a little fun, that’s all.”

“And once again, no, I’m not interested.” Tim heard Stephanie answer. Her voice sounded resigned as if she had had the same conversation on a daily basis.

“Oh, come on, don’t be like that. I’m a great guy, really! I bet I could make you feel better than your boyfriend.” Elijah went on.

“Better than me? I doubt that.” Tim decided to interrupt and gave Elijah a blinding smile when he whipped his head around to him. Stephanie quickly stood up, clearly not having expected Tim to show up at this moment.

“Tim! Hey! I didn’t think you... aww are those flowers?”

“Of course, babe, I wouldn’t want to show up empty handed.” Right then and there, Tim decided to play his part as a loving boyfriend as overbearingly as possible, immediately leaning over the plywood and pressing a kiss on Stephanies cheek. “I missed you honey,”

Stephanie laughed, “we saw each other yesterday.”

“An eternity without you” answered Tim, and yeah, he may have overdone it a little bit just now.

“You are Timothy Jackson Drake!” Elijah exclaimed in disbelieve from the side. When Tim looked over, he saw with satisfaction, that his face had gone white, clearly seeing that he couldn’t compete with Tim.

“And you are?” Tim asked back, sending a disapproving and obvious look down Elijah’s body.

“I.. Uhm... Elijah.”

“A-ha,” Tim said, attempting to show his disinterest in Elijah’s person before turning back to Stephanie “I got a date planned, honey, care to join me?”

“I.. Still have to work though?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Tim grinned, “I’m sure somebody in my position can convince your boss for a few hours off.”

He walked around her and started to gather her things, noticing, that the room had become decidedly quieter as many workers were peeking over their workstations to see what was happening.

He went ahead and grabbed Stephanies coat, holding it up to help her put it on, before putting some of her stuff in her bag. It was then, that he saw the array of pictures she had on her workspace. While Tim himself had put up their fake dating pictures in basic frames, Stephanie had apparently opted to decorate her frames with an array of rhinestones and bows and alike. It looked like she had given them to a group of five-year-olds and let them do with it whatever they wanted.

She had however chosen some of the more realistic looking pictures.

Tim pointed at a random one of them. “That one is my favourite,” he commented, before taking Stephanies hand and leading her away from her desk.

Dozens of eyes seemed to follow them as they made their way to the exit.

As soon as they were out of sight, Tim wound his hand out of hers and snatched the flowers again.

“Hey! Those were mine!”

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous. Why would I get you flowers? They are for Connor.”

He had barely finished his sentence when Connor was suddenly standing next to him.

“Flowers?” he asked excitedly, and Tim couldn’t help but smile at him. This time it was a real one and not faked, as he handed the flowers over to Con.

“Sure! Do you like them?” he asked. He hadn’t been exactly sure what kind of flowers Connor would like. All those stereotypical-date flowers had seemed unfitting.

“I love chamomiles!” Connor exclaimed, “grandma always makes sure not to cut them when she tends to her garden, just because I think they are so pretty!”

“You two are adorable.” Steph commented.

“Yeah, we are also on a date,” Tim answered, “So scatter, we need some alone time.”

“Aww, come on. What am I supposed to do? You just took me out of work like 4 hours early!”

“There is no way, you can tell me, that you are enjoying that job.”

“Of course not, but it is better than boredom. Can’t I join you two?”

“Absolutely not!” Tim said at the same time as Connor answered “Sure, why not?”

The two stared at each other. Finally, Tim gave in.

“Fine, but if you destroy my date time, I’ll finish you.”

Minutes later, the three were strolling down some of the nicer streets of Gotham. Connor was holding the flowers in one hand and Tim’s hand in his other, as they were heading towards one of Tim’s favourite coffeeshops.

…

“We might have a problem.” Steph said before even greeting Tim and Connor.

“Why, what’s up?”

Alfred had convinced all of them to come to the manor. Over the last couple of years, the relationships within the family had gotten better. Only slightly so, but enough to go from weekly Saturday dinners to at least on movie or game night a month. There were only very few reasons that were seen as good enough to skip one and most of those included being of planet on a mission.

Lately most of them brought friends or lovers as well, so it wasn’t a surprise to anyone when Tim had invited Connor. He blended in just as well as Roy and Starfire.

It was still an hour or so until they would even start. Alfred was busy in the kitchen cooking up some snacks that went beyond popcorn and as long as he was in there only Jason was allowed to even enter the lower levels.

Tim was pretty sure that they were going to watch some kind of Disney movie – partly because Dick loved them so much and partly because Bruce still believed that Damian was the most innocent child to ever exist, and he didn’t want to ruin that. What a hypocrite.

Right now, that meant that almost everybody was still in their rooms and Stephanie had decided to join Tim and Connor in Tim’s.

Tim was already dressed in comfortable sleep clothes as he always did for movie nights, while Connor was still wearing his leather jacket and Tim was absently playing with one of the jacket spikes. Stephanie was sitting on the other side of the room at the laptop and had been browsing through the internet.

Now she put the laptop on her lap and turned around in the swivel chair.

“Look.”

Tim bowed forwards trying to see what she was looking at. It was a newspaper article from some kind of celebrity magazine.

Timothy Drake, CEO of Wayne-company, reportedly dating commoner Stephanie Brown.

“Huh?” Tim asked dumbfounded.

“Somebody at the company must have told on us.”

“Oh yeah, I didn’t even think about that being a possibility. Fuck we should have thought about that before we started this whole thing.” Tim mused out loud.

“What kind of wording is that?” asked Connor “`commoner` makes it sound like you are some kind of prince or king!”

“Who says I’m not?”

“Aww, you’re definitely my prince.” Connor said and kissed Tim.

“That’s disgusting” Stephanie commented drily, and Tim flipped her off.

“Are you not concerned about this?” she asked next.

“Not really. I mean, isn’t this kind of what we wanted to archive?”

“Yeah!” laughed Connor “I’m just glad our conversation in the restaurant didn’t manage to get into the papers!”

“God, that would have been terrible.”

“I bet people told the press and the press just didn’t believe them” joked Connor.

“Truuuueee” Tim and Steph answered in unison.

After a moment of silence, Steph spoke up again.

“So, we’re not going to do anything about this?”

“Not unless it becomes a real problem” Tim shrugged.

…

When the time came for the movie to start, the three of them decided to sit on the same couch, with Tim sitting in the middle. They had a dark-red comforter thrown over their laps and Tim was holding a tray of snacks on his lap.

Apart from popcorn and chips, which Dick demanded to be served for a movie night, Alfred had made some bacon wrapped dates, some typical finger-food, alcohol free cocktails.... all in all it was basically a buffet of snacks and drinks.

Tim wasn’t really paying attention to the movie. He was too distracted by Conners hand that was gently petting his thigh. Not yet in an inappropriate way, but just high enough to demand Tim’s full attention. Stephanie on his other side had sat sideways and had buried her unusually cold feet underneath his other leg. Apparently, his butt-warmth was better than the comforter and Tim was too comfortable right now to shoo her off.

Unfortunately, Stephanie had a thing for sugary drinks, and she was downing one after the other. It hadn’t been a problem until about 30 minutes into the movie when she started to get restless. Soon she was fidgeting, and it made Tim uncomfortable.

“What is wrong?” he whispered over the sounds of the movie.

“I need to pee”

“Then go pee!”

“But we’re about to get to the best part!”

“Jesus Christ...” muttered Tim, before finally speaking up loud enough to alert B who was holding the remote, “Stephanie has to take a piss.”

“Don’t say it like that!”

“Seriously, Steph?”

“We’re not even halfway through the movie, how can you already have to go?”

“Why didn’t you go beforehand?” a chorus of voices questioned annoyed. But Bruce had already stopped the movie and motioned her to go quickly.

Stephanie jumped up and disappeared through the door.

Tim sighed as he settled back into the couch. He felt as if his relationship with Stephanie had improved a lot over the past few weeks. They had finally managed to get back to their sibling-like bickering but at the same time she seemed to have been around everytime he went on a date with Conner, partly because of their little fake relationship, partly just due to coincidence.

Nonetheless, Tim missed his private time with Conner.

As Stephanie was gone and her fidgeting feet weren’t distracting him anymore, he realized that Conners hand had stopped moving under the blanket and was now nothing but a comforting and warm handprint on his thigh. Tim leaned his head on Conners shoulder.

He should probably apologize to Conner about the missed-out time. Maybe he could come up with a proper date idea just between the two of them. Something a bit more extravagant, like a trip to Hawaii or France... They wouldn’t even have to buy a plane ticket; Connor could just fly them. He smiled to himself. Maybe he could take off some time from the company and ask somebody to take over his cases for a week or so.

Tim turned his head to stare at Connor and smile at him. Con was still staring at the screen even though the movie wasn’t rolling at the moment. Sometimes Tim truly forgot how handsome he was. All sharp chin and wicked smile, but kind eyes and a cute nose. How did he manage to catch a man like this again?

Conner seemed to notice his staring because he too turned his head to look at Tim and his features softened when he saw his gaze.

Before Tim could even think about what they were doing, Connor leaned down and pressed a soft, tender kiss to his lips, while affectionately squeezing his thigh.

“TIMOTHY JACKSON DRAKE!” Bruce screamed so suddenly, that Connor flinched back with his eyes wide open, and Tim immediately jumped up with his fist raised, ready to defend himself from whatever threat was coming towards him. Hastily he looked around, covering any and every entrance, jerking his head into every direction, when he couldn’t find a threat.

“What? What happened? Who’s attacking?” he exclaimed in panic.

“How dare you?” Dick screamed at him with such hurt in his voice that he managed to pull Tim’s entire attention on him, despite his active fight or flight instinct. “How could you hurt Stephanie like that?”

After a moment of shocked silence, Conner burst into laughter next to him, but Tim still didn’t understand what was happening.

“Hurt her like what?” he questioned full of confusion.

“You’re cheating on her right in front of our eyes? Did you think we would not tell her about this?” Accused Jason, who had jumped up as well, but unlike Tim who was ready to defend himself, Jason looked moments away from jumping and attacking Tim.

“I’m not... what?”

Conner was no help as he only got lost in his laughter. He was leaning forward on the couch and holding unto the table in front of them as he was laughing hard enough to have tears escape from his eyes.

“What, you thought we wouldn’t find out about your relationship with Stephanie? It’s all over the newspaper!” Jason added angrily.

“Oh!” Tim exclaimed as finally he understood what was going on. “No, you misunderstand....”

“What is happening?” Stephanie interrupted as she walked back into the room and saw half of the Batfamily standing with fury in their eyes and Connor now practically laying on the floor.

Surprisingly it was Roy who decided to fill her in, and he bluntly stated that Tim was cheating on her. For a second Tim thought that the situation was going to be resolved, but then he saw Stephanies face change from confusion to hurt – a hurt he could clearly tell was fake and before he had the chance to stop her, she erupted, as Connor, who clearly realized what was about to happened howled in laughter.

“Babe!”

“Stephanie, no.”

“How could you?!”

“Seriously Steph, they are going to kill me-”

“After everything we’ve gone through together?!?!”

“For the love of god, Stephanie”

“After everything I’ve sacrificed?”

“Please lord, take me now.”

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deans-baby-momma · 2 years

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The Story of Us-Chapter 7

A/N: This is a rewrite of a story my good friend @spnbaby-67 allowed me to take and rewrite. All mistakes are mine. This is canon divergent, meaning some things that happened in the show will still happen here but with my own twist to it.

Summary: She and Dean met when they were kids. Even at such a young age, she knew that he was her soulmate. Being the daughter of a hunter, Michaela (Micki) Singer knew the life he led came with a price, but she was up to the challenge.

Pairings: Dean Winchester/reader, Sam Winchester/friend!reader, John Winchester, Mary Winchester (mentioned only), Bobby Singer, and more from the Supernatural universe.

Warnings: Flashbacks are in italics, fluffy stuff, angst stuff, character death, kidnapping, depression, semi-dark themes

WC: 1,225

Winter 1997

Micki paces nervously inside the bathroom of her childhood home. She is too young, they are too young. How could this have happened?!

Well, she knows how it could have happened but still, hoooow? She checks her watch for the millionth time.

One more minute.

One more minute until she finds out if she is carrying Dean's child. One more minute until she finds out if she is going to have to break the news to her father, thus breaking his heart.

Dean was off with John in Ohio, hunting a wraith. Yes, Micki knows the truth now. After Dean had shown up a month after their last encounter with a badly injured John, he and Bobby broke the news to her.

Things that go bump in the night do exist!

She also learned the truth about her Mom. Karen Singer had become possessed by a demon and her father had to take her out; he had to kill his own wife.

Micki had cried, not only for her mother but for the fact that Bobby had to do that to keep her safe! He was truly her hero. Well, one of them.

Finding out that Dean also hunted these beings and monsters alongside his dad made her appreciate him even more.

But now when she needed him the most, he was off saving the world.

Seventeen was too young to become a mother, to bring a baby into this world, to put him or her in the line of fire.

She looks at the test that is in the sink and exhales a slow, thankful breath. Negative. Her period was just late. Thank God!

A week later. Dean returns and Micki lets him in on the scare she'd had.

"Goddammit Mick! How could you…." he yelled as he paced back and forth between the totalled vehicles

"Me? How could I?" she yelled in return. "It wasn't my dick that got a little too excited and shot too soon. I fucking told you we need a rubber but no, you just had to fuck me bare!"

"I know!" Dean screamed, exasperated. He punched the window of the nearest car, shattering the glass and slicing his knuckles. "Son of a bitch!"

Micki stood there, seething, as he cleaned up his hand and wrapped his handkerchief around it.

"So, you're not pregnant?" he said, finally calmed down.

"No, I'm not carrying your illegible bastard you asshole."

"Mick," Dean pleads but it falls in deaf ears.

"No! You listen to me jackass," Micki says, anger pulsing through her body. "This was terrifying for me. I am seventeen years old. Hell, I'm still in school. I'm too young to have a baby. But if I had been, it would've been your responsibility too!"

"I know that," Dean said, defeated. He was well aware of everything she was saying. "But we dodged that bullet. We'll just be more careful next time. No bareback, condoms are a necessity."

"No," Micki states. "There will be no next time. We're done. Goodbye Dean."

And with that she stomps away, leaving Dean stunned and heartbroken.

Present Day (2008)

Dean and Maren come out of the bedroom to find her grandfather and Uncle poring over lore books and ancient mythology documents.

They both look up as Dean makes his way to the coffee pot and pours the black liquid into a mug, one-handed.

After taking a sip, he grabs a bottle from the dish rack and tries to figure out what to do next.

Sam stands up and comes over, taking the bottle and fixes it, pouring water in it and adding the powdered formula. After shaking it to mix the two, he hands it to his older brother.

"Thanks," Dean mumbles, his attention mostly on his little girl. He takes a seat at the table and watches Maren eat., no one saying a word.

The only sounds in the quiet room are pages being turned and breaths being inhaled and exhaled and Maren nursing.

Suddenly Sam jumps up from his chair with a page in his hand. "I got it!"

The abrupt interruption startles them all, including Maren who pulls away from her bottle and begins crying.

"Sam! Geez," Dean says as he coddles his daughter, trying to get her to calm down. "It's okay sweetie. Uncle Sam just got excited. He's sorry. Shhh."

"Yea, sorry baby girl," Sam says. "Dean, I know what pulled you out."

Once Dean gets Maren quieted and she finishes eating, he burps her and changes her before she falls asleep in his arms. He lays her in the bassinet on his side of the bed, leaving the bedroom door ajar to be able to hear her when she wakes up.

He walks back into the kitchen, grabbing his mug and taking a drink of the now lukewarm coffee before pouring it out and refilling it.

"So, what'd you find? What cut me loose?"

Sam gestures to all the books and pages spread out on the table, "This is all Biblical, pre-Biblical. It all says an angel can snatch a soul from the pit."

"I was not groped by no angel!" Dean demands, making his brother and Bobby look at him, bewildered.

He lifts the arm of the t-shirt he's wearing where a red handprint is branded on the top of his arm. The skin is blistered and convexed, like a burn.

Both Sam and Bobby look shocked. "So, what else could it be?"

"Okay, look, Dean. Why do you think the lore would lie about it?" Bobby asks.

Dean sighs, rolling his eyes. "Don't you think that if angels were real, that some hunter somewhere would have heard of one... at some point... ever?

"I'm not talking about prehistoric bullshit written in archaic hieroglyphs and symbols. How do you know you translated it right? Maybe it was written by some kind of demon. Demons lie."

"Dean," Sam sighs, completely disgruntled with his stubborn brother. "Apparently you did. Do you actually not remember anything?"

"No dude. It was May, we were running from hellhounds then it's September and I'm waking up in a pine box, clawing my way out of the ground. Thanks for that, by the way."

Bobby, who'd been quiet for the whole morning, finally speaks up. "Would you two idjits quit arguing religion or you want to come look at this?"

Sam and Dean gather behind Bobby and look over his shoulder. "There's a psychic I know, she lives a few hours out. I could maybe get her to drive up. See if she's heard the other side talking."

Dean considers the option. Bringing a stranger in where his daughter and her unconscious mother is, to him, is risky. Not knowing if this person is legit or a total counterfeit is the foremost worry of his mind.

But if Bobby trusts the psychic and she might have some answers to what is actually going on, Dean figures she's safe.

"I guess a phone call wouldn't hurt," Dean tells Bobby then turns and heads down the hall to the bedroom to check on his girls.

As soon as he enters the room, Dean notices that Micki has tears running down her still unconscious face. He rushes to the bed, pulling his girlfriend into his lap, he holds her tightly.

"What's wrong baby?"

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soulmate-game · 3 years

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Hawkmoth was a bitch, and Marinette meant that with every fiber of her soul. Fu was also a bitch, and Marinette actually had good memories of the guy. Not many, but she had some. The fact that the guy got two ten-year-olds to become super heroes and fight a supervillain for him kinda soured those memories, though. But with Chat Noir not allowed to leave his house? Yeah, even as young as they were it only took about a year to find out who HawkMoth was and another year to take him down.

Except, that left Marinette alone. The final battle took her mom away, and Chat had to move out of Paris after his dad was arrested. Luckily Jagged allowed her and her papa to move into his house in Gotham, and everything was…

Well, it was okay. For about a month.

Then her dad was gone too, and she had no way to talk to Jagged, and the police were scaring her—

Yeah, that was the basic order of events that led to where she was now. Pushing fourteen years old, ex-superhero, protector of a magical box of gods, stealing the tires off of a very nice motorcycle.

Marinette was tempted to just take the whole thing, she loved bikes and knew she could drive it. But the thing had more security than she knew what to do with, and the fact that it belonged to Red Hood… she didn’t want to deal with trackers today, thanks. So the tires it was.

Should she maybe care more about the fact that she was stealing from a vigilante with a violent streak? Maybe. Did she? Hell no. For all she knew, maybe Red Hood was a bitch too. (Yes, she was still learning English slang. She was fluent by educational standards, but learning how to curse in a foreign language was fun and she still had a little bit to go. Her few street friends were very happy to help).

A shadow dropped down in front of her, and Marinette’s hero instincts kicked in. The tire iron she was using cut through the air, slamming right into the side of Red Hood’s knee.

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“Hood,” Batman’s voice grumbled over the comms, instantly grabbing the attention of everyone else who was on the comms. It wasn’t as gruff as he usually sounded, in fact it almost sounded like… he was trying not to laugh?

“Did you get gassed by Joker?” Dick asked before Jason got a chance to respond. “Need backup?”

“No,” Batman responded, sounding a little more composed. “Not a rogue. But Hood, I need you to join me at my location as soon as possible.”

Finally getting the chance to talk, Jason responded a little warily; “Sure, B. Wait,” he blinked at the location that was sent to him. “Isn’t that where my bike is parked?”

Batman didn’t respond at first, only the sound of labored breathing— again, as if he was trying not to laugh. “Just get here, Hood.”

Sighing, but not too mad since the night had been fairly quiet so far, Jason decided to humor the old man and head over. When he could see the cape-clad back of Batman, he easily leapt over the last roof and sauntered over.

“Okay, B,” he had his thumbs tucked in his pockets as he drawled. “What’s the issue?”

Batman was grinning. As in, actually showing amusement. And he just pointed down, straight at Hood’s bike.

Jason rolled his eyes under his helmet, turning to look. At first he didn’t see anything amiss, until he saw movement and looked harder. Oh. Oh, holy shit.

“Is that a kid?”

“Yep,” Batman’s grin grew.

“Is she… stealing my tires?” Hood was so, so glad he wore a helmet that hid his expression. Because… wow.

“Yep,” Batman finally lost his composure, chuckling. “This seems like Karma, don’t you think?”

“And you just watched her so you could rub it in,” Jason groaned, throwing his head back in exasperation. Of course he would. Nobody knew it (except the other heroes who knew him) but Batman was a petty little jerk when he wanted to be. He bought the whole Daily Planet just to spite Clark, for crying out loud.

“Don’t adopt her,” Batman said as he stood up, patting Red Hood’s shoulder. “It looks like she’s almost done.”

“Shit,” Jason hissed, looking down to see that she was, actually, very close to being done. She had already had one tire completely free by the time he had arrived, and now she was only seconds away from getting the other one completely free.

He took a quick assessment— she was tiny, and really thin. Definitely a street kid, he thought, though he didn’t recognize her. He knew most of the street kids that stole to get by, nowadays, which meant she must have been fairly new. But even though she seemed to know what she was doing, her small frame made her take longer unscrewing the tires than it normally would have taken. Sure that she wasn’t a threat by any stretch of the imagination, he jumped down. His plan had been to startle her a little by showing up out of nowhere, but he didn’t want to scare her too badly. Just make her jump a little.

But he had underestimated her, it seemed. Without wasting a second, she jumped up and swung her tire iron at his knee. He cursed, she was a lot faster than her had been expecting. He was able to move so that the weapon only clipped the side of his knee, his knee pad thankfully taking the worst of it. She still hit hard enough to make him stumble and hiss in pain though, which was an accomplishment.

That’s when she abandoned her weapon and her tires, darting to try and escape only for Batman to drop down and block her escape. Though really, it was the grin Batman had that scared the girl most of all, apparently, making her slowly back away from him.

“Please stop smiling,” she begged with a faint French accent to her words. “It is not natural.”

That made Red Hood laugh, already recovered and right behind her. He plopped a gloved hand on her head.

“I know, it’s creepy right?” He joked. “What’cha doin’ stealing my tires, kid? I kinda need them to drive anywhere,” he was careful to keep his voice light and devoid of any anger. He wasn’t really upset, all told. It would be hypocritical of him if he was.

She looked between the two vigilantes for a moment, clear intelligence behind those bright blue eyes as she seemed to consider something. Suddenly she pulled away from Red Hood and stepped away from his reach, straightening up and trying to look tall.

“My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” she said as firmly as she could. “My father was Tom Dupain, he was killed in a mugging three months ago. We were living in a house that our family friend leant to us after my mother’s death six months ago, and we moved here from Paris. I haven’t been able to contact him, and the police… I don’t trust them,” she admitted, clearly seeing this as the chance she had been waiting for. “I have been living on the streets since my father died. I am sorry for trying to steal your tires, Monsieur Red Hood. But it was a risk I had to take.”

“Did you expect us to catch you?” He asked, crossing his arms as he re-evaluated the girl. She was a lot stronger than he had assumed earlier, both physically and mentally. She seesawed her hand to indicate ‘kinda’.

“Even if you didn’t, I could make good money off your tires,” she justified with a shrug. “To me, I would win either way.”

“Who is your family friend? Can he help you now, take you in?” Batman asked, moving forward and kneeling down to be closer to Marinette’s height. Neither he nor Jason had missed the part where she was an orphan, but they had expected that considering what they had caught her doing. And they both knew that she wasn’t likely to take any apologies they tried to offer very well. It was best not to show pity, or she might get angry.

Marinette frowned. “... Our family friend is Jagged Stone. He lets me call him Uncle Jagged,” she told them, clearly expecting the disbelieving grunts they gave. “I mean it! You can call him, he might even be looking for me! I—“

“We know,” Hood assured her, now kneeling down as well. Man, she was short. “Calm down, we know you’re telling the truth. Jagged has made several public announcements about his missing honorary niece, we just didn’t recognize your name right away. And Jagged doesn’t have access to very many pictures of you, those he does have the Mayor isn’t allowing him to show because that spineless jackass—“

“Language, Hood.”

“—Cares more about keeping bad press off the air than finding a kid, even if it’s a world famous rockstar who’s asking. That’s probably why you haven’t heard anything, the mayor’s keeping it off the radio and not many reporters are brave enough to take the story and get on his bad side.”

“Oh…” Marinette took a deep breath, fighting the tears that were threatening to rise up. “He has been looking…” she sniffled, curling in on herself a little. “Can you take me to him?”

“I think we can do that,” Batman agreed, standing up. “I’ll contact him. Red Hood, can you handle everything here until I give you a place to meet up with Jagged Stone?”

Jason nodded. “No problem, B. Come on, little rabid pixie. Step one of gettin’ you back to your uncle is to help me fix my bike back up.”

Marinette sighed, shoulders dropping. “All my hard work, undone…” she playfully complained. But in the end she didn’t argue or fight against it, she just sat down and helped him reattach his tires.

All the while, Jason’s family kept teasing him over the comms. Clearly they were also thoroughly amused by the cosmic display of karma.

“...Monsieur Hood,” Marinette asked once they were done repairing the motorcycle and he had given her his too-big extra helmet. He tilted his head a bit to show he was listening. She squirmed. “Can… can we stop by my hideout? I have something really important I have to get.”

Jason smiles gently under his mask. She might not have been a street kid for very long, but she really did bring back some memories for him. He got on his bike and held a hand out to her.

“Sure thing kid. Wanna grab something to eat after? Can’t have a reunion on an empty stomach.”

She gave him a lopsided smile— not quite overjoyed, but definitely hopeful and thankful. Maybe this was the end of her streak of bad luck, she could only hope.

“Only if you don’t mind, Monsieur Hood,” she agreed before taking his hand and letting him help her onto the bike.

“No skin off my back, pixie,” he assured her. Then they were off. He followed her directions until they got to an abandoned building about three miles away, not in a good part of town at all but at least not in crime alley. Marinette easily led him through the building, skirting around other piles of ratty blankets and up broken stairs until they got to the badly-maintained top floor. She led him over to an almost invisible door in the concrete wall that pulled out to reveal what was probably a broom closet once upon a time. It was crowded with what looked like junk and empty boxes, along with a few blankets and two or three changes of clothes that were clearly her’s. A few belongings scattered around— a book, a small pink purse, and… Marinette came out of the pile of mess holding what had clearly been a very carefully hidden box. She also grabbed the purse and slung it over her shoulder, but didn’t seem worried about anything else.

Jason frowned at the box. It wasn’t that big, but it was clearly made of old wood. There were intricate carvings that were painted pink, in a symbol that was itching at the back of his mind. He recognized that symbol, but from where?

“Ready to go, kid?” He asked as he thought about it, getting a nod from Marinette. Twenty minutes later they were at a Batburger, sitting in a shaded booth that couldn’t be seen from the street.

She never let the box out of her sight. She kept it on the seat next to her, and Jason noticed that she tried to keep one hand on it at all times. But when she spoke, now her French accent stood out to him even more than before. But why—?

And then it clicked. Paris. Hawkmoth. Ladybug, Chat Noir, magic artifacts called Miraculous. Wonder Woman had raised a fuss when the heroes disappeared, declaring that something was wrong but she couldn’t put her finger on what. Then the magic users they trusted were called in, and returned from Paris with the grim news that the former Guardian of those artifacts had activated a failsafe and passed the guardianship on to someone else while erasing his own memories at the same time. But nobody knew who he could have passed it on to, so Batman had been given the green light to do all the research he and his team could into the Miraculous box to try and help track it down.

And here it was. The carvings were in pink now, which might have been the “cosmetic change” that Constantine had mentioned might happen when the box changed guardians. He had found the box full of super powerful magical artifacts… in the hands of a newly orphaned street kid who couldn’t have been older than fourteen at best.

What the hell?

“...” Red hood reached into his pocket and pulled out an old receipt and a sharpie. He scrawled on the back of the receipt and handed to Marinette. The girl was halfway into a bite of her burger when he did, and blinked at him owlishly before swallowing and cautiously reaching out to grab it. She frowned at the numbers scrawled there.

“What’s this?” She asked.

“My contact info,” he explained. “I won’t ask questions about why you have that box,” he watched her instantly stiffen but continued as casually as he could; “but it doesn’t matter. You can call me if you ever need help with anything, kid. Help with that box, help if you get in trouble in Gotham again, or even if you’re having a bad day. You can call me for whatever, got it? I don’t care if you think it’s stupid, if you can’t talk to anyone else in your life you can always call or text me and I’ll do whatever I can. Got it?”

“...” Marinette sniffled for a second and looked down at the table in silence for a second. “... what if I want your motorcycle?” she joked, but the watery tone of her voice gave her away.

Jason laughed, patting her head. “I need my bike, but we can talk about getting you your own once you are old enough to get a license. You almost done? Bats says that Jagged is ready to meet you, I can take you to him right now.”

“Yeah, lets go!” she was newly energized and shoved the last bite of burger into her mouth greedily. “And Red Hood?” She asked as they headed out to where he had parked.

“Yeah, kid?”

“Thanks.”

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