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i-cant-sing · 4 months

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I can’t get this scenario out of my head with yan!batfamily in which Bruce worms his way into a depressed reader’s life by marrying their mother and slowly taking over the role of parenting reader while dealing with the depression.

No because Bruce would do that. In his head, its just another mission to "save Y/n" and sure, your mother isn't exactly his type, and your depression isn't exactly her fault- the poor woman just works day and night for you both to survive in this outrageous economy, she doesn't have had enough time to see you not doing so well mentally.

Bruce and his sons, by whatever sequence of events, are now infatuated with you. What started as concern for your well being has now turned into obsessive need to control your life to make it better. So, yeah... Bruce decides to marry your mom, who is more than happy to finally find a chivalrous, handsome man... who just happens to also be very rich.

Meanwhile, you hate him. It's stupid, but you hate how filthy rich he is and even though you know that he donates a lot to charities, you still hate him because Bruce thinks money can solve everything (and in your case, it almost can), but you can't help but feel insulted everytime he offers you a cheque, a wad of cash to pay off your bills and loans, or even a $20 bill to get yourself some snacks. It feels... abnormal. You're not a charity case.

Perhaps your socioeconomic status isn't the only reason you're depressed. Maybe it's just you missing your father (could be dead/murdered/suicide/just moved far far away).

The moment Bruce finds out that your dad is the reason why you're so depressed, oh it's "I WILL FATHER ANOTHER CHILD IN NEED OF PROFESSIONAL HELP" time. He's doubling down on his paternal instincts and he's just mentally smacking himself like "ofc you need a father figure in your life. Who better than me????"

And it just makes your skin crawl at how nonchalant Bruce is about all this- about incorporating himself into your and your mother's life. Treating you both, especially you like you're actually related. Like he's been around with you two his entire life. You lose your appetite when he stays for dinner, but you sit at the table for your mother. You try to make excuses when your mother tells you that you have to go with her at the Wayne Manor because "Bruce wants to spend a day with family". You can't help but look at your mother in wonder at how she is comfortable when you both pull up at the manor. You thought things would be easier if Bruce's sons were also uncomfortable or even hated you and your mother (or thought that your mom was a gold digger), but no, they're just as worse as Bruce. Dick being particularly the worst in the sense that he's more affectionate and his love language is physical touch, so you get squished to his chest everytime he sees you, with a small cry "my baby!" Sometimes, "sis" would be added.

You didn't like either nickname.

Then there's Jason, who is the most normal one of them all, perhaps because he isn't around much and when he is, he just makes small talk.

Tim doesn't talk much either, but he stares a lot. Somehow you feel like he knows something about you, at least more than he's letting on.

And lastly, there's Damian, that pompous little shit. You know he's being amicable for Bruce, but his eyes look at you like he's judging you- thinks you're beneath him. Which is true, in the sense of finance. Despite all of that, Damian still wants to show you off his interests/things around the manor. He's still being arrogant ofc, "Look at this oil painting- it's a Van Gogh original. Van Gogh is a famous painter- he's dead though. I'm sure you aren't familiar with his works. I can take you to the Gotham gallery to show you more paintings. Father owns it, so it can be just us two without other people bothering us." He's nice but also not nice. But at least he's not doing it intentionally.

Then there's Bruce. Who is always looking at you with a small smile, but his eyes are always analysing you, even when he's not looking at you directly, you know that he's watching your every move like a hawk. He tries spending time with you, often he succeeds, only because your mother makes you go. He's a good man, hasn't done anything exactly inappropriate, but... even something as small as making you walk on the inner side of the sidewalk so that you're safe from the cars... it doesn't sit right with you. Why is he being so paternal? You certainly have been rude to him on purpose. Always giving him one word answers when he asks you how your day was.

Then one day your mother returns home with a beaming smile.

"Bruce proposed to me! We're getting married!"

After only 3 months of dating? It's what you wanted to say, but you held it back when you saw how happy she was.

The next day, Bruce held a dinner at the manor to celebrate the engagement. Surprisingly, that was the first time you saw Damian looking mad at you and your mom.

It was a reasonable reaction. Acceptable to you, instead of the overly excited yell of Dick "WE'RE GOING TO BE SIBLINGS! That means we can have slumber parties and pillow fights and-"

Your mother and Bruce were shopping for the wedding, looking at dresses and venues and all the shenanigans while you were at the manor, moving your and your mom's stuff in with the boys. It was the last thing you wanted, but your mother.... she insisted on it. Or at least that's what she says, you know Bruce insisted.

Doesn't matter because by next year, you'd be moving away to college anyways.

You just need to put up with this for a little longer and see your mother finally be happy.

You didn't expect your mother to be dead a week before the wedding.

It was out of the blue. You were sitting in the library at the manor because Dick refused to let you be alone in your room all the time, so he was making you some cookies while you read. Then he and Bruce came together, their faces pale as they looked at you.

"Y/n... your mother, she... she got in an accident."

She was driving to some restaurant, wanted to get you your favourite fried chicken and spend some time with you alone. But on her way, a truck crashed right into her car.

She died on the spot.

Whatever little improvement you had on your mental health went straight down the drain. You locked yourself in your room and just cried quietly. They left you alone the first few days, but then Bruce and Dick tried to persuade you to come out, that they were concerned for you. You did come out the day the funeral was held. And it hurt you... it hurt you so deeply when you found out they were burying her at the Wayne cemetery.

She wasn't a fucking Wayne.

If you had any strength, if you had any energy at all, you would've taken your mother and buried her someplace else.

But you didn't.

When you returned inside the manor, you went straight to your mother's room, which was also Bruce's room but you didn't care if he saw you in there or not. You just started packing all of your mother's stuff, her clothes, her jewellery, her photos, everything she came here with, which wasn't much to begin with but still.

"Y/n?" You stiffened when Bruce called you, but you didn't pause on packing. "What are you doing? Looking for something?"

You sighed. Might as well get this over with.

You turnd around, not looking him in the eye.

"I'm moving out. And I'm taking mom's stuff with me. You can check, I'm not stealing anything that belongs to you."

Bruce looked at you in confusion. "Moving out? Where are you going?"

"College. I'll be going there soon anyways, so I'm moving to an apartment with some friends."

"Oh, but you don't need to move out. You can stay with us. Youre family-" you cut him off.

"Bruce, let's not." You finally look at him. "We're not family. I never was, I never wanted to be. Mom's gone now, and I have no reason or desire to be here. Thank you for letting me stay here for as long as you have, but I will be moving out by tomorrow, if not tonight." You said picking up your mother's bag of stuff and walking out of the room. Bruce followed you to your room.

"But I don't want you to move-"

You dropped the bags. "I don't care what you want!"

Bruce looked at you with his brows furrowed. He didn't get why you were acting like this. Your yelling had gotten the attention of the boys too, all looking in confusion at the bags.

"I don't want to be a part of this family. I never have, and I never will. I never liked you or anyone in this family. And if you're concerned about me speaking to the media about you guys, don't worry. If it helps you, you can make me sign an NDA!"

Damian narrowed his eyes at you. "Dont talk to father like-"

"Shut up!" You yelled harshly. You didn't care who you were hurting. Your mother was gone, you had no reason to be amicable to them anymore.

They left you alone that day, and by the next morning, you were ready to leave. At 6 am, you walked down to the main door, with your bags. You weren't expecting them all to be waiting for you, but here they were. You took a step towards the door, but Dick stopped you.

He cleared his throat. "Um, this is the NDA... if you'd just sign it here." He handed you the papers.

Unbelievable. They actually drew up a contract. You took the pen from his hand and signed at the dotted lines.

"Bye." You took another step, except Damian and Tim blocked your path.

"What now?"

"Where are you going?" Tim asked.

"Do we have to go over this again?" You grumbled. "College." You answered.

"You can't." Damian said smugly. What's he smirking for?

"You're gonna break my legs?" You scoffed.

"No, you just signed a document saying that you're a part of this family, and Bruce Wayne is your guardian and has authority over all decisions concerning you like going to college, or even... going out of the house." Damian replied.

You looked at Bruce, because there's no way Damian is being serious. But there were no signs of joking. You looked at Dick, at Jason-

They were all dead serious.

"You cant- you can't be- you can't keep me here." You said.

"You signed the documents. It's your fault for not reading them." Tim said.

"Bruce-"

"I really do believe that it'd be better for you to stay here." Bruce said, taking ahold of your shoulders. "At least until you're doing better mentally."

"I'm fine-"

"I don't think so. And I could even take you to a psychiatrist, they'd agree with me." Bruce cupped your cheek as you flinched away. "You'd be happy here. I promise you that, you'll be safe and happy with us."

You'd try fighting, but you already knew you were outnumbered.

Besides, even if you weren't, even if you were alone with the smallest one of them, you still wouldn't be able to leave. You have no idea what Damian is capable of.

After all, he's the one who had your mother killed.

#yandere batfamily #yandere batfam x reader #yandere batfam #yandere batman #yandere batboys #yandere bruce wayne #yandere damian wayne #yandere dick grayson #yandere tim drake #yandere jason todd

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rodolfoparras · 3 months

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ah your professor price drabble done killed me i'm so insane about him.

i love professor student dynamics but they almost always have sub/bottom reader if you can even find male reader which is just... yeah. BUT YOUR WRITING OH MY GODS. it's edible i'm literally gnawing on professor price who finally found a student to challenge him and immediately wants to fuck. so valid. i too am attracted to people who are willing to have academic banter with me, price, you're so real.

also imagine fucking him over his desk after hours and joking about it being for extra credit he would be so annoyed dnajndakd

-🪔

Genuinely nothing brings me more joy than taking stereotypical tropes and roles and swapping them around because why not I want body guard/ royalty trope where price is the royalty and falls for the body guard I want professor price who’s head over heels for a student I want secretary loser price falling for ceo reader

Pt 1 of professor!Price x student!reader

Cw: age gap, reader is in his 20s!!!, professor student relationship, power dynamics, price is a bit of a creep, 18+

Okay but hear me out… jealous professor!Price

Price doesn’t like you. He couldn’t- shouldn’t. He’s a professor and you’re his student. If anything, these little fantasies were just that, fantasies, a way of getting through a boring work day.

Was it wrong? Sure. But it’s not like he plans on acting on them so might as well indulge in them.

Fuck he sounds like a perverted old man but he can’t find it in himself to care as he unbuttons his pants, takes his weeping cock in his hand, while thinking of your interactions from the day, can’t help but wear a plug to work, stretching the tight ring of muscles, preparing himself as if you’d fuck him after the lecture, can’t help but live off of these fantasies til he gets home for the day, and fucks himself with one of his dildos while imaging it’s your cock instead.

Fantasies.

That’s what it is.

Nothing more nothing less.

However he finds himself less sure about his feelings when he’s one day standing at the front of the lecture hall, arms crossed and brow raised, staring at the random student sitting a bit too close to you.

“Professor Price I have a question…”

The sound of another student’s voice snaps him out of his trance, heat creeping up his face and and vehemently avoiding your questioning gaze while proceeding to answer the student’s question.

Later on when the lecture ends he notices you and the same student from earlier walking out together. Price proceeds to packs up his stuff, all while continuously thinking about who that student was.

He hasn’t seen this kid hanging out with you before. The fact that the two of you were friends seemed so bizarre since- No. He shouldn’t dwell on it. He had no business questioning who you were and weren’t friends with. Besides he couldn’t be jealous now right? He didn’t like you that way. He didn’t like you at all.

That random student’s name turned out to be Tim and in a short amount of time you’d become very close friends with him to the point where you and him would be whispering about in class. Price would purposely interrupt your discussion with a question thinking you wouldn’t be able to answer him but you’d always be prepared, sounding and looking as confident as ever while answering his question and - fuck he couldn’t help the blood rushing to his dick as you confidently answered him. You were so clever, so confident and he couldn’t help but like that about you.

Like.

There it was, the word again and he swallows it down like his pride as he continues on with his lecture, allowing you and Tim to return to your discussion.

But he mulls over the word again when he sits all alone in the lecture hall eating his lunch because you and Tim were “going to grab something together”.

As much as Price hated to admit it, he did miss your presence at lunch. Sure you’d chatter his ear off and leave traces of your lunch all over the desk but Price enjoyed the company.

He enjoyed the fact that someone took interest in his lecture- in him after so many years.

He enjoyed having discussions with you even though you’d question everything he said.

And he enjoyed your company at lunch no matter what else he may say.

Weeks passed without the two of you interacting much.

It was better off this way, Price thinks to himself.

Fantasies, that all it was anyway, repeats it so much to himself so that the next time he sees you sitting in one of the extra chairs, legs propped on his desk and eating away at some poor excuse of lunch you made, he thinks that’s a fantasy as well.

He doesn’t ask about Tim and you don’t say anything so Price proceeds to work through the stack of assignments that had been piling up on his desk while silently allowing himself to enjoy this moment.

But soon enough reality hits him in the face or maybe it was when you randomly mentioned Tim that the damn burst inside of him and the words came flowing out of him.

“You should ask the lad out”

“Huh?” You say, seemingly confused by his choice of words since you’d been complaining about morning lectures just seconds before this.

“Tommy?” He tries again, pushing away from his desk, arms now folded over his chest.

You look at him in confusion before it clicks “Tim”

He nods his head, feeling slight annoyance at hearing the name but tries to not let it show on his face. “You should ask him out”.

“Why do you say that?”

“You seem to like him” Price shrugs, seemingly much less confident as he busies himself with cleaning off the stray crumbs you left on his desk.

“Yeah?” Price doesn’t even notice the smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“Come on kid I’m old but I’m that not old. It’s obvious that you like him.” He says before dumping the pile of crumbs into the trash can.

“Never said you were,” you say completely ignore the latter statement as you smile at him.

For a second Price freezes in place, heat creeping up his face before he clears his throat and looks away. “Either way you should ask him out,”

“I don’t like him” you say with a shrug, still smiling at the older man.

Price scoffs at that.

“You do an awful job at lying, flirting too,”

“Why do you say so?” You say with a small smile on your face neither denying or confirming his suspicions which leaves him feeling tensed

“Well to start off, you’re spending your free time with some old man when you could be with Tom-Tim right now,”

“What if I want to do that though?”

He only scoffs in response, “you don’t want that,”

“I do, though,” you say, sounding firm as ever and for one second it sounds like you’re talking about something else, something he’s been trying to deny for the past months and the implication leaves him speechless and frozen in place, trying to process what you’d just said.

“Professor Price?”

#call of duty #john price x reader #john price x male reader #john price #captain john price #captain john price x male reader #captain john price x reader #dom male reader #top male reader #bottom male character #sub male character

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Sulking at the Gala

Warnings: none (I think), let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Batfamily x batsis!reader

Request: Heyyy!! I was thinking about batfam x batsis going to a gala and hanging out with the kids. She swears that she hates them, but she could never stay mad at a child for too long. Her brothers were kinda confused, because shy were you hanging out with little kids and not them? They were kinda jealous tbh. You'd be seen playing peekaboo with a baby or carrying them in the air like superman. Sorry if this made no sense, I wanted to keep it simple so you could kinda add/ change some things if you wanted to. Have a nice day!

Request by: Anon

*not my gif*

Summary: You absolutely hate going to galas. You’re always miserable during them… right?

A/N: I didn’t know how to end it so… I just ended it 😭😭

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

You pulled down on your dress with a grumble, a hard glare set on your face as you walked side by side with your family into the lavish building.

Bruce nudged your side with a glare, “Smile,” He urged desperately, “At least let the paparazzi get one picture of you being happy.”

Your own glare found its way to your fathers form, “I’ll smile when I’m back home in my bed, in my pajamas,” You hissed back.

It was no secret that you despised galas more than any of your other siblings, which is saying something. Not only did you hate the people there, but you also hated the fact that they always brought their kids. Kids were obnoxious and downright annoying. From what your family had gathered over the years, you had absolutely no tolerance for them.

When times came around that you were dragged kicking and screaming to a gala, you would sulk in the corner the entire time, glaring and snapping at any member of your family that tried to make you leave and interact with people.

“So, how much you wanna bet that Y/n sits down and doesn’t get up until this stupid party’s over?” Jason snickered, purposefully talking loud enough for you to overhear.

You marched over and punched him in the arm, not caring as Bruce chuckled nervously while glancing at the onlooking crowd. Dick and Tim laughed loudly as Jason scowled and rubbed the sore spot on his shoulder and even Damian smirked a little bit.

When you and your family finally surged through the sea of people at the door and were finally free to mill around, you automatically made a beeline to a corner table, snatching appetizers off trays as you went.

Your father sighed, running a tried hand down his face, “She can’t just try to enjoy one of these parties?” He groaned slightly.

Dick sighed, mockingly patting his shoulder comfortingly, “Guess she doesn’t find these nearly as exciting as you,”

He skipped off cackling with his brothers following closely on his heels, ignoring Bruce’s exhausted expression.

Your head snapped up when you felt someone tap you on the shoulder, ready to tell your brothers off, but instead, you were met with the sight of a young girl- about four years old- smiling up at you bashfully.

“Hi,” She whispered shyly.

“Hi,” You greeted back dumbly.

“What’s your name?” She began rocking back and forth on her heels.

“Y/n,” You hesitated, “What’s yours?”

She grinned, “Makayla!”

About an hour had passed dully as Dick, Jason, Tim, and Jason all lounged around a table near the dance floor, bored out of their minds.

“Look at him,” Jason scoffed, eying Bruce from across the room as he laughed loudly at what some random ceo had said, “He enjoys watching us be miserable.”

Tim sighed, dropping his head back, “Now I know why n/n makes such a big deal about these things.”

“Speaking of,” Dick piped up, “How do you think she’s doing?”

“L/n?” Damian suddenly stuttered out.

Tim looked over at him incredulously, “Yeah, who else?”

“No, I mean look at her,” The young boy insisted.

All at once, all of their heads snapped over in your direction and their jaws dropped open, gaping at you in complete shock.

You stood with a large group of children surrounding you ranging from the ages of three to eight, all of them either standing or sitting around while looking up at you in awe.

The large smile on your face made them nearly die of shock as they watched you spin around with a small child in your arms, who was giggling like crazy.

“What is she-“ Dick choked out.

“She’s…” Tim couldn’t even form a full thought.

You put the kid down and bent down near two younger children and began playing peekaboo with them, watching with a smile as they burst out into fits of laughter.

“But… she does not like spending time with us during these galas.” Damian spoke up with a small glare in the childrens directions.

“She’d rather hang out with kids then us?” Dick shrieked in horror.

“I never thought I’d see the day.”

All four boys snapped their attentions to an amused looking Bruce, who stood behind them and watched as you ticked a close by kids stomach.

“Why is she-“

“Who knows?” Bruce cut Tim off with a shrug, “But at least she’s not sulking anymore.”

The Superior Robin ❤️- @ineedmorefanfics2 @sambucky8 @spidyyparker @i-writes-things @ladyagagaslefttoe

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to-the-stars8 · 1 month

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The Waynes' Nanny

Batfamily and Reader/ Bruce Wayne x Reader Chapters Ao3

The Pilot Pt. 2

Walking into the dining room, your bunny slippers pink and prominent, you stretched and yawned out a ‘hello’. It was wonderful falling asleep in a mansion, and even more so when you spent some time in the lavish bathtub attached to your room. It almost made you not want to leave to go downstairs. Yet, you knew there was a job to be done. The children commented on your colorful robe and slippers, astounded that you showed up to breakfast in such attire. Mr. Wayne seemed amused and commented as such, playfully saying that he wished he owned the same bunny slippers you did. You offered to lend them to him, and he rejected the idea.

Sitting at the table, you playfully scolded Alfred, “You should tell me these things. A simple dress for breakfast would have been fine.”

“Forgive me, Miss, I assumed you knew,” He said, slightly smiling, as he set a breakfast plate in front of you.

You shook your head, smiling at the plate of food. “I’m from downtown Gotham, Alfred. You have to assume I know nothing.” You looked around the table, watching as they looked at you with surprise. “What? I got something on my face?”

“You’re sitting at the table,” Duke said shyly.

You looked to Bruce, expecting him to say something, but he didn’t as he continued to eat his food. “Where else am I supposed to sit?”

“The kitchen,” Dick replied bluntly.

You blew him off. “That’s so old-fashioned, and I’m too social for that. Now, what’re we doing today?”

The kids told you they would need to leave the house since Mr. Wayne would be holding a charity dinner party that the children were not invited to. Not that you said it aloud, you were less than impressed by Bruce’s lack of involvement with the kids in things. So, you offered to take them to buy clothes and other things, and Mr. Wayne was happy enough to lend you his credit card. You marveled at the black American Express card, never thinking you’d see one in person—Let alone hold one.

Suddenly, Alfred re-entered the dining room to tell Mr. Wayne that Lucius Fox was on the phone for him. You got up soon after, taking your plate full of food, and told the kids that you were leaving to get dressed, happy as a clam with your new position.

—

Dick was reserved, openly hostile toward you, and didn’t like the idea that now there was even more of a reason for Bruce not to be involved. You automatically made a note to force Bruce to be more active in his kids' lives and shake the eldest's rough exterior.

So, when you arrived at the clothes shop, one your friend owned, of course, you spent more time picking out his clothes. Dick seemed like, well, a dick. He was as clever as he was spiteful and attempted to attack you at every angle. You persisted, though, while managing the other kids' wardrobes.

Dick huffed and went to sit in one of the waiting chairs on the other end of the small boutique, seething in silence. You left him there for a bit, doting on the other children who were pretty well-behaved, albeit a bit odd. Tim had been looking under the mannequins’ skirts to see if they were anatomically correct—and, you knew instantly that would be a conversation with his father.

As Duke and Jason were trying on ties, you finally looked over to the teenager brooding in the corner. You went over to him, holding up a red tie to his neck before taking the blue one from Damian’s small hands, who was on your hip, and doing the same. Dick was less than impressed.

“Blue, it compliments your eyes,” You said.

Dick huffed. “Why’re you doing this?”

“Because I think you guys should go to that dinner tonight.”

Before Dick could say that wouldn’t happen Cassandra stumbled over holding out a dress that she wanted to wear, but he wasn’t too dissuaded by that. He insisted that they wouldn’t be going to the dinner party.

Cassandra, even more clever than her older brother, nicely said, “I think the blue tie would suit you, Dickie. It brings out your eyes. It makes you super, super handsome.”

He stared at her for a moment before saying, “You’re a bitch, you know that?”

Cass smiled, turning on her heel to walk off, leaving you to scold Dick as Damian slowly became more and more irritated with your arm.

Dick only snapped at you again.

Usually, you could keep your cool, when it didn’t involve your boyfriend, but this was the last straw. “Listen here, I do not care how you feel about Bruce or anything of the sort, but I do know this; you are under my care, and you will be polite, respectful, and cut that language out when I am around.”

“Or what?”

You smiled smugly, stepping closer to Dick as you told him exactly what would happen if he did not behave.

—

The children had come home happy, Dick noticeably more so than when he left that morning, and they all boasted about the fun they had with you. Bruce found himself excited at just how well they got on with you, and surprised when the seven of you seemed to be in cahoots. This suspicion rose when he asked you about what the kids bought, but you only brushed him off—heading upstairs in a hurry as you giggled along with the little ones. Fortunately for you, Bruce didn’t dwell much on the thought as his attentions were pulled toward making the evening perfect.

And so had the party gone. It was starting perfectly. The guests were happy, dinner was being served on time, and, most importantly, the money was rolling in for the charities. Bruce stood in the doorway of the foyer and salon, where the guests were because Alfred had informed him that you needed something. Harvey, who had been in the middle of telling him something, followed him.

To his surprise, you were standing on the last landing of the staircase in a classy red dress, and he would be lying to himself as well as you if he didn’t admit that you looked stunning. Proudly looking down at him, you grinned before turning to see the kids, all dressed up, behind you.

“Who is that,” Harvey mumbled to Bruce, grinning from ear to ear.

Bruce answered, “My nanny.” When you approached, he said in a hushed tone, “I told you the children couldn’t attend.”

You acted shocked, hand going to your cheek, and said sarcastically, “Oh, my! I must be blushing.”

“You’re a dirty player,” He commented before going to his children. Bruce admired how well they all cleaned up, doting on them like he always did, before telling them to be on their most perfect behavior.

Harvey took this chance to introduce himself, and you seemed charmed. “Pleasure to meet you, Mr. DA. Say, I’ve got some parking tickets that I think are pretty bogus, you think you fix those for…”

You trailed off when Bruce came back up to you, motioning all of you toward the salon, and whispering in your ear, “We’re discussing this later.”

You rolled your eyes, you would rather have fun than stress what your boss would say. The children were a hit amongst the party-goers, all of them cooing and awing at the children. You, too, were an intrigue to the guests since you were the mysterious latercomer who also happened to be beautiful. Bruce was surprised by just how well, with your downtown Gotham charms, you ran in the circles of the rich. You enthralled them with little tales of the children, some he was sure you made up, as well as wise outlooks on life (according to yourself, but the people listening took it up like catnip).

Bruce also found himself having the time of his life with his kids, joking with them, and sharing the bits of business to the best of his ability. Dick was happy that he was paying more attention to them rather than the party, even going as far as to call him ‘Dad’ rather than Bruce. And, when you had left to put Damian to bed, Dickie had told him to keep you around along with something about wanting to keep his social life intact another day.

That certainly would be something else he would need to speak to you about.

—

“Goodbye, Harvey! I’ll call you about those parking tickets,” You called out the front door as you put the small piece of paper with his number into your bra. When you turned around there was Bruce, standing there with his hands on his hips, and you thought for sure you were going to get sacked.

Before you could explain, Bruce said, “Don’t pull a stunt like that again.”

You were shocked, but not undeterred from your original task. “All I want to do is show those kids that you care about them.”

“I do care about them, and don’t need you to show that.”

You stepped forward, snickering. “I seriously doubt that. I mean, look how happy they were tonight. Why would you want to exclude them like that, Mr. Wayne?”

Bruce thinned his lips, thinking for a moment before relenting. He wasn’t sure if it was the fact that you were right or that he found the courageous glint in your eyes fairly pretty that he gave up so easily. Reluctantly, he agreed that maybe you were right and mentioned how much the kids liked you, even going as far as to offhandedly mention what Dick said.

“You can stay,” He said.

You grinned, “Good. I think you’d have a hard time getting rid of me now. I think the masses in this house might revolt.”

Bruce looked at you again before smiling. No matter how he felt, Bruce couldn’t deny one thing; That you were the perfect addition to the household.

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wondersinwaynemanor · 4 months

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that time when Diana visited the Manor and Jason didn't know she was coming over.

Jason: Dick, you fucking suck. *shoves Dick to the side as they walk to the kitchen* Why did you wake me up at this hour? I need my fucking beauty sleep. I have to finish the book tonight!!!

Diana and Bruce glance at each other as the two boys enter the kitchen.

Bruce: Boys! Quiet down. And Jaylad, language.

Jason finally takes in his surroundings. His cheeks turn crimson by the time he sees Diana.

Jason: OH MY GOSH! *coughs, completely embarrassed* Hey, Diana! :"D

Dick snickers beside him and tries to contain his laughter: Hi, Diana. I almost forgot you're coming over.

Jason gives Dick the "What the fuck?" and "Why didn't you inform me?" looks.

Diana: Good morning, Dears. Join us for tea?

Jason internally panics: Give me a sec.

Jason leaves the kitchen, runs to the nearest bathroom and checks his reflection if he looks presentable because OMG HIS FAVORITE HERO IS HERE AND SHE HEARD HIM CURSING???? Jason bites his finger to contain his embarrassment. Once he's ready, he takes a deep breath and leaves the bathroom.

Once Jason re-enters the room, Cass, Tim and Damian have joined the rest of the family on the table. He sits in between Cass and Damian. He is quiet as he begins to eat breakfast. Tim and Dick chuckle across him as they already understand why he's acting that way. Diana and Bruce talk about the gala that's happening on the weekend.

Cass notices Jason, gets worried and touches his hand as if asking if he's okay.

Damian: Todd, you okay? You look like you just read a sad ending from one of your novels.

Before Jason can answer, Alfred calls from the kitchen: Can someone please help me carry the Croissants?

Jason immediately stands up from the table and goes to Alfred to assist him: Got it, Alfie.

Alfred knows all too well: Of course you do, Master Jason.

Jason returns to the table and offers the bowl of Croissants only to Diana, even missing Bruce's hand that reaches for one of the pastries.

Diana: Thank you, Jason. *smiles as exquisitely as ever and gently gives a soft pat on Jason's face*

If Jason knew acrobatic movements, he would do one now.

Dick sees his younger brother's enthusiasm and he adores it: Wish you were always here, Diana.

Tim: Everyone seems more cheerful whenever you're here.

Everyone else at the table acknowledges.

Diana: Would love to be here always. If Bruce doesn't mind.

Jason blurts out: Oh, he doesn't mind. We love you being here. Right, B? :"D

Bruce smiles: You know you're always welcome here, Diana. *steals a glance at Jason who shrugs*

When Diana leaves, the whole table is chaotic.

Alfred: Good thing we had Miss Prince over.

Dick: Little Wiiiing. Looks like you're not upset anymore.

Damian: Thought Todd was gonna pass out.

Tim: He didn't even curse. Not a single bit.

Cass just sits there and chuckles as she observes her brothers banter back and forth.

Jason presents his middle finger but mostly only to Dick and Tim's direction: Fu-

Bruce warns: Jaylad.

Jason: Ugh, I'm going back to bed.

Once his children slowly leave the room, Bruce has an idea.

That night when Red Hood is on patrol.

Red Hood draws his gun from the holster and points it to the thugs.

Red Hood: Leave this city. If I see your faces here again, I swear I'm gonna fucking -

Before he can finish his sentence, the thugs are already running away.

Red Hood turns around and he nearly jumps when he sees Wonder Woman flying down beside him. He automatically puts his gun away.

Red Hood: Oh. Hey.. Hey, Wonder Woman.

Wonder Woman: Red Hood. *she nods his way* Will be joining you tonight. Batman said you needed help.

And for the rest of the night, Red Hood didn't use his guns. Not even once. He's already planning the things he'll say to Bruce tonight. And yes, he's angry because a little heads up would have been helpful, but either way, it's nice having your favorite hero with you.

Batman smirks as he watches from the shadows: Problem solved. Thank you, Wonder Woman.

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strangeshoepatrolbandit · 1 year

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Sunshine follows with Sunfall P.T 2

Summary: Jason and You have had a past relationship, resulting in your daughter. After Jason goes MIA for a whole year, he finally returns to Gotham. Will the two of you rekindle your relationship, or will he end up leaving again?

Warnings: Y/N being adamant about not wanting Jason back, Gunshot, crying. Lots and lots of time skips.

Series Masterlist

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He was home.

Back in Gotham, he had probably already claimed the territory he had before he left.

He was home, and he didn't even think of seeing his daughter.

Dick had told you about how Red Hood was seen on some cameras, and Gordon brung it up because he, too, knew of Red's disappearance. Everyone did. Crime on that side of town skyrocketed, causing Tim to have to take over. Jason's anonymous donations to women and children homes never stopped, though. Unlike how he stopped paying child support.

Whatever, like you said, "Who cares?" All you should be worried about is if this red light is going to make Judith late for school or not.

Bruce Wayne is calling...

"Hello?"

"Hi, Y/N. How are you?"

"I'm good, Bruce, how are you?"

"Great, is Jude in school yet?"

"No, I'm down the road, say 'hi' baby."

"Hi Papa!"

"Hi Angel.."

"Whats up?"

"Well, I was just wondering if you could stop by after dropping off Jude."

"Yeah, I can do that."

"Perfect, see you then."

"Mhm, bye."

"Bye, Y/N, bye. Angel."

"Bye, Papa!"

Just as the phone call ended, you pulled into her school parking lot. You quickly shut off the engine to your car and hopped out so that you could help Judith from her own seat.

"Alright, mommy loves you." You told her as you crouched down to her level, giving her the opportunity to wrap her arms around your neck for a hug.

"Love you too, Mommy!" And just like that, she was off to grab a teachers hand so that she could be walked to class. You watched as her tiny body disappeared into building before walking back over to your car.

You looked at Judith's seat from the rear veiw mirror. Her leaving never made you feel good. When she first started school, she would cry because she was no longer by your side. Her fits never lasted long enough to where the school had to call you, she told you. You had told her about how you cried, too. You missed her throughout the day, never knowing what to do without her.

One day, she came home with a big smile on her face and told you that she successfully went without crying. You wouldn't tell her that you must have done all the crying for her.

Your eyes caught sight of a mother and son duo walking past, forcing you out of your thoughts. With the shake of your head, you banished any negative thoughts. You started the car back up and began the journey over to Wayne Manor, unaware of the familiar eyes that were watching you.

"Ahh, hello Miss L/N."

"Hello, Alfred." You sent a small smile to the man who was now grabbing for your jacket.

"Shall I retrieve Master Bruce?" He asked.

"No, it's alright." You smiled again, "is he in his office?"

"Cave." Was all Alfred muttered. Thus started your desent down an elevator and into the Batcave. The place you spent a lot of time in when you were a teenager, Bruce would allow you to sit and wait until he and Jason returned from patrol. One time, Jason returned with a sprained wrist, and in the end, he was the one comforting you. You subconsciously smiled at the thought before coming back to your senses. No, Jason is no longer that lovesick little teenager. He is a man who abandoned his child.

"Ah, Y/N." Bruce's voice rang. You looked up, and the elevator doors were open, revealing the large cave. You sent the man a nod and walked over to his side. "Bruce."

He only lifted his arm as a way to offer the chair that he was standing next to. You sighed as you sat down and looked up at the computer in front of you...security camera footage? Ah shit.

"I know dick has already told you, but I just wanted you to see for yourself." Bruce muttered out, clicking play on the video. Low and behold Red Hood was spotted on it, holding a man by his bicep and dragging him somewhere. "I was thin-"

"Bruce, I dont care." You interrupted him. "It's better if Judith and I just forget him."

"Don't you want to know why he left?" Bruce spoke softly.

You wanted to yell out yes! Yes, you do want to know why he left! Why didn't your family work out!

"No."

"Hey, sweetheart!"

"Hi, Mommy!"

You greeted Judith with a smile, watching her as she ran down the steps to her school

"How was your day?" You asked, staring down at her as she hugged your legs.

"Good, I held a turtle!" She beamed.

"A turtle?" You questioned.

Judith let out a giggle before responding, "Turbo, he's Mrs. Thomson's turtle!"

"Sounds cool." You responded as you picked her up and started walking over to your car.

"Uncle Tim brought me BatBurger!"

"Oh, did he now?" You know he did. He texted you yesterday asking if he could.

Judith excitedly kicked her legs."Yeah!"

You opened up the backseat of the car, setting Judith down in her booster seat, watching as she clipped it like she was supposed to.

"Who did you get in your meal?" You asked, referring to the toys that they sell along with the kid's meals.

"Red Hood!"

Your smile fell and you swallowed thickly. Why is he suddenly everywhere?

You and Judith walked through the isles. Well, you walked. She was in the shopping cart.

"What do you want for dinner, baby?" You asked, looking directly at her as her wide eyes darted around the shelves.

"Sandwich." Was all she mumbled.

"Okay...what kind of Sandwich?" You questioned.

Judith shrugged her shoulders, "A Sandwich."

"Well, do you want Turkey, Ham, Chicken, Bologna, PB&J?" You named a few options for her.

"Cherry"

"You want a cherry sandwich?"

Judith only nodded her head. The two of you continued to look around, even trying to see if you could find cherry Jelly.

Eventually, the two of you gathered everything and went to take your leave. On your way to the parking lot, you could hear yelling. It's Gotham. There is always yelling, so you decided that it was best if you just ignored it by putting your groceries into the car. Just as the last bag went in, you heard a gunshot, causing you to shield Judith's body between you and the car. You looked over to where the noise came from, and instantly, you spotted a familiar physique that was clad in all black and a cropped brown leather jacket. You watched as he turned around, his masked face now looking at you. Judith moved from behind you and held your legs, looking up at you to see if you were okay.

"Judith, get in the car." You quickly told her as the man started walking towards you. You followed right behind her small body and frantically helped her into her seat before you hopped into the front seat and started the car, driving off before Jason could reach you.

~☆~

If I remember correctly, my kindergarten teacher (Mrs. Thompson) had a turtle in our class named Turbo...or was it Sheldon?

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umbrellacam · 8 months

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Post-Knightfall - Batboys and Domestic Chores

aka What To Do When Your Alfred Quits Because Bruce Is A Self-Destructive Dingus With No Regard For His Own Health And So Now You Suddenly Have To Adult All By Yourself

aka despite both being raised by Alfred from roughly age 9 onward, Bruce is still a completely helpless fumbling rich boy when it comes to domestic tasks, while Dick is very much not, lol.

Tim also starts out as a typical sheltered teenage boy who doesn't even know how to fold laundry... But fortunately for him, he has a new older brother to teach him what's what while they're partnered up during Prodigal! :D

...Sort of. Once Bruce is back and he and Tim are on their own, they both still fumble without Alfred or Dick around. Tim's embryonic domestic skills can't make up for Bruce being a sad wet cat re: household tasks, pfft.

In chronological order, starting after Bruce and Alfred have both fucked off and Dick and Tim are holding down the fort in Gotham as Batman and Robin:

DICK AND TIM

Batman #512 - Dick can cook! And he cooks for Tim :) Also, the house-robes are adorable, as always. Tim: "I can't believe you can actually cook..." Dick: "I like to eat." Tim: "So does Bruce - but he had to order Chinese last night." Dick: "That's where I'm one up on him - I've lived on my own without an Alfred. Still miss him, though... He was good for a lot more than cooking and cleaning." Tim: "Yep - but at least we don't have to miss him on empty stomachs."

Batman: Shadow of the Bat #32 - The Manor was thrashed after Bruce's fight with Bane, and was never cleaned up after Bruce's back was broken and Jean-Paul Valley took over as Batman. The Batbros are on the job! Dick (sweeping): "Bruce told me a story once: Two philosophers talked all day." Tim (blithely eating a banana): "And...?" Dick (tossing him the broom): "The mess was still there next morning!" Tim (grinning): "Message received and understood, Captain!"

Batman #513 - Timmy is amazed at Dick's mastery of the household arts! Tim: "Awesome - you can cook and do the laundry?" Dick: "Hey, if there's time, I may even putty some new panes in those smashed windows." Tim: "Blimey - does Alfred the Pennyworth know you've mastered all his domestic secrets?" Dick: "Who do you think taught him?" Tim: "Not to get too serious, Dick, but it's good to see you loose again - and good to see the Manor taking shape, too. Since Jean Paul didn't care about it and Bruce relies on Alfred, it looks like you can teach a trick or two the other Batmen couldn't."

Robin #12 - More Dick handling the laundry, and Dick flinging a towel in Tim's face - er, teaching him how to fold so that he can pitch in instead of sitting on the side and moping. Dick: "Does that mean that things are going smoother between you and Ariana?" Tim (mopily): "Not really. Every time I think we're finally getting along, something happens to change all that." Dick: "Welcome to the opposite sex, Tim." Tim: "Look at you with the laundry. You're going to make some woman happy someday." Dick: "Well, it's about time you learned to fold a towel." (throws one in Tim's face) Tim: "Hey!" Dick: "I can't do everything around here until Alfred gets back."

BRUCE AND TIM

Bruce is back! And he straight up sucks at all this stuff without Alfred, lol, and doesn't have a Dick to lean on like Tim did.

Batman: Shadow of the Bat #35 - Bruce attempting laundry in the washer (laundry strewn all over the room and bubbles ominously emerging from the machine), getting pizza delivery, and asking the delivery boy for limo service recs, lol. Delivery Boy: "Good afternoon, sir. Three-cheese special, right?" Bruce: "You don't happen to know a good limo service? Or anything about washing machines...?"

Detective Comics #685 - Bruce infamously ruining tuna fish sandwiches. Bruce: "Sorry about lunch, Tim. I'm not much of a hand in the kitchen. With Alfred gone I'm pretty much helpless." Tim: "It's okay, Bruce. How can you screw up a tuna fish sandwich?" (takes a bite) "Oh. That's how."

Detective Comics #687 - Bruce attempts to toss an Armani tuxedo in the washing machine because reasons. Tim: "Are you sure you know what you're doing, Bruce?" Bruce: "How dangerous can it be, Tim? Alfred never seems to have a problem." Tim: "Well, he makes everything look easy. What are you washing here?" Bruce: "My summer tux. It smelled like the river." Tim (pulling out the now-tiny tux jacket and smirking): "Guess you didn't know you were supposed to dry clean these things, huh?"

Batman: Shadow of the Bat #40 - The central heating system at the Manor has gone down, and Bruce is aghast that he (a) has to make a reservation with the maintenance man, and (b) it might take him more than a week to take care of it. Bruce decides to just fix it himself - I wonder how that went, lol. Bruce (hand to his forehead dramatically) : "A butler, at butler, my kingdom for a butler!" Tim (coming down the stairs into the basement): "Specifically Alfred?" Bruce: "Very specifically. He'd have had these central heating tyrants fixed in minutes. Losing Alfred has caused me as much pain as anything Bane did to me."

THE RETURN OF ALFRED! Yaaaaay! And more Bruce and Tim.

Batman #521 - More overflowing laundry shenanigans 😂 Bruce: "Not again, Tim!" Tim: "Honest, Bruce - I know I didn't go overboard on the detergent this time!" Bruce: "You mean you added detergent too--? After I already did it?" Tim: "Uh oh. Hey, I was only trying to help..." Bruce: "The mops." Tim: "Yeah...again." Alfred returns to Bruce and Tim both attempting to mop up, suds everywhere, including in their hair. To preserve both his and Bruce's dignity, he's pretended to come in answer to a Help Wanted ad that he himself placed in the paper, for a butler at Wayne Manor. Bruce and Tim both warmly welcome him home.

Detective Comics #689 - Batman and Robin pick the wrong rooftop to talk on, and startle a woman coming up to hang her laundry so badly that she faints, dropping and scattering the whole load. Robin: "She'll be okay. Just passed out." Batman: "I hate when this happens." Robin: "Well, what do we do now?" Batman: "How about demonstrating some of your new skills - the ones Nightwing taught you?" Robin: "Man..." He does, and the woman wakes up to her neatly folded items in her basket, while Bruce and Tim swing away. Tim (indignant): "It wouldn't hurt you to learn how to fold clothes, even though Alfred is back." Batman (grinning): "You know what they say about old dogs, Robin." Robin: "Right."

(All of these were published within a one year span, from November 1994 to September 1995. Very fun little recurring D-plot in the aftermath of Knightfall c:)

#long post #Dick and Tim #Bruce and Tim #Dick Grayson #Tim Drake #Bruce Wayne #Alfred Pennyworth #dcu #DC Comics panels #Batman #Nightwing #Robin #DC Comics #Cam reads comics #Cam posts

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hailsatanacab · 3 months

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Are you still doing the wip ask game? If so, can i ask about number 5?

I love this one and I'm so embarrassed that it's still a wip oh no!!!! This should have been completed a long time ago to celebrate hitting 1,000 followers but uh... it sorta snowballed into way more than I thought it would and this cute little oneshot is now way more than that. Whoops.

It started as a @stealingyourbones prompt that I added on to, which you can read here! Then I posted a wee little wip wednesday sneak peek, and this snippet (is it still a snippet if it's over 1k words?) carries on from there :)

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Danny doesn’t join him for what is, unexpectedly, a pretty great meal.

“Holy shit, you guys,” he murmurs, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "You’re missing out.”

“Come on, Jay, it can’t be as good as the Big Bat Deluxe.” Dick whines in his ear. “You love those.”

“No, I love the Red Hot Hood Bites. That’s all I get at Bat Burger, and don’t let me hear you telling the others that I get anything else.”

“Please, Jason, don’t think we don’t have everyone’s BB order on file, who do you think you’re talking to?”

“Fuck off, Timbits. Go eat at Red Robin.”

“Hey, fuck you!”

Jason elects to tune out the ensuing list of threats in favour of finishing his burger. He’s heard them all before and he’s like 80% sure that Tim won’t actually hide his body in a Red Robin—if only because it wouldn’t take the World’s Greatest Detective to figure out who did it and he'd be so deep in the fucking shit that he may as well join Jason.

Aside from the food (seriously, that sauce! He’s going to need to rustle up a copycat or something, he can’t leave here without a recipe), the Nasty Burger is a pretty sad affair.

It’s a little run down, the vinyl covers on the seats peeling and suspiciously sticky, and incredibly quiet. The only other people around are the two teens behind the counter, bored and on their phones, and two kids, probably around Danny’s age, sitting in the corner quietly arguing amongst themselves. There’s an ungodly amount of food in front of them, but only the guy seems to be eating.

Jason sighs and looks at the rapidly cooling Supremely Nasty Meal meant for Danny. Taking a few of the fries won’t hurt, will it?

He peels the paper bag away from the greasy mess and digs in. Huh, they really skimped on his lot, there’s only like half a carton in here.

“So, you gonna bring us back something or are we going to have to starve?”

“Haven’t decided yet.”

“What a shame,” Timbo starts, with a theatrical air, “for I am still trying to decide whether or not to tell you everything I’ve learnt about the Fentons. Perhaps we could come to some sort of arrangement?”

“You finally made yourself useful and got through those firewalls?”

“Yeah, once I managed to get my hands on a native laptop. It’s weird, but whatever was keeping out my tech lets anything bought directly from Amity in. Having such localised security—to the point where even my stuff can’t penetrate?— is beyond strange. I don’t like it.”

Jason leans back, and reaches for Danny’s milkshake, finding it surprisingly light when he lifts it up. Seriously, what is with the half portions here? He turns round and glares at the spotty teen behind the counter, who doesn’t look up from his phone. Whatever. It's not like Danny’s going to drink it anyway.

Looks like the two kids in the corner have made up, if their stifled laughter is anything to go by. Most of their own food is gone now, too, so perhaps the real reason it’s called the Nasty Burger is because they stiff you on the food.

“This place is weird.” says Dick, in a rare case of being right.

“You don’t know the half of it…” Tim sighs but doesn’t offer up anything else.

Jason’s been trying his best to ignore it.

The weirdness, that is.

There’s an electrical charge in the air so strong it almost feels like he’s swimming through static. Each breath makes his steps bounce like he’s walking on the moon. If he turns too quickly, if he stands up too fast, his head spins like he's breathing too much oxygen.

No matter what Tim thinks he knows, it’s not the full weirdness of Amity Park, Jason's sure about that. Being here itches under his skin, and he resolves not to delve any deeper into it. Not with the way the green swims on the edges of his vision.

The sooner they figure out what’s happening here, the better.

“What’s your price?”

“Two Supremes and a six pack of Nasty Nuggies. Cake shake with two shots of espresso.”

Jason rolls his eyes as Dick splutters in concern.

“Shake and espresso? Tim, you have a problem.”

“It’s just a frappuccino. There’s no difference.”

“Then get a frappuccino.”

“I want a shake.”

“Then there's a difference! And the difference is that Alfred will kill us for enabling you!”

“As riveting as watching Timberly’s mental and physical wellbeing disappear before our very eyes is, what’s your info?”

“The same for me, please!” Dick butts in, yet again. “Except with a coke instead, because I’m normal.”

Both Tim and Jason snort.

“Yeah, not gonna touch that. Tim, info, come on.”

“Alright, alright. Hey, so, what’s your favourite thing about being adopted?”

“Tim, I swear to God, if you don’t get to the point right now, I’ll—”

“You’re right! It’s that none of us are actually related to you.”

“And yet somehow, I’m still stuck with you all. Point, Tim, get to it.”

He grabs the burger meant for Danny and begins to unwrap it. If he has to listen to Tim being all smug about whatever he’s found out, he’s doing it with a burger in hand.

“Did you know that Willis Todd’s Great-Great-Great-Great-Great Grandfather was a Nightingale?”

“What’s a Nightingale? Aside from the obvious.”

“A Nightingale is about two generations away from becoming a Fenton.”

“Oh, what the fuck? You cannot be serious!”

“Serious as a cake shake with two espressos in it.”

“No, my… Someone ate my other fucking burger!”

Danny’s burger has a huge, bite-sized chunk taken out of it. Literal teeth marks in the bun. A slice of tomato slops limply onto the table, painting his shirt with splatters of weak tomato juice, the red half moon taunting him. Sauce dribbles out mournfully.

The two kids in the corner are staring openly now, faces red with how hard they’re laughing.

Jason sinks into his chair with a groan.

This fucking town.

Is this how they treat outsiders? Take bites of their burgers while they laugh on—but then why only do it to his spare and not both meals? The teenagers behind the counter aren't even paying any attention, so why bother pulling a prank like this if you're not going to—

Danny.

Jason whips his head around as if he can catch the invisible little shit, but just like on the street, there's no sign of him.

Has he been here the whole time, invisibly eating the food Jason offered him? Except the packaging was still perfectly wrapped, the sticker still attached, how in the hell had he managed to eat the burger without damaging it? Did he get to it in the kitchen? Or does he—

“Wait, hold up. What the fuck did you just say?”

#wip game #wink wonk hello hello! this ask gave me the motivation to actually get through work rather than collapse into a puddle and dissolve :)#i'm gonna reblog the wip game post again because i want to work on these and apparently talking about them gets me fired up #like i mean who knew??? who knew that being excited and telling someone about something makes you want to work on it more?#i really need to think of an actual title for this huh #but lbr i have a long way to go before this needs a title. this fic is really snowballing - like i love that but also holy shit #so much bigger than i thought it'd be 😬#ain't that always the way #anyway thank you so much for the ask!!#love you guys #oh shit my writing tag #hailsatanacrab🦀🦀writes #it took me a while to remember where the crabs go :(

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iggy5055 · 2 years

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Platonic Yandere!Batfam with a poor darling, P.4

The original story is by blughxreader all rights go to her you can find the other three previous parts when you search for her because I haven’t figured out how to do that yet, I have just been given permission to write a part four for the story

Summery: After a hard interrogation (Y/N) is finally let out of the room/prison and all the boys are happy but for how long?

TW: kidnapping, manipulation, imprisonment, it’s fucked all the way

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The interrogation was hard, it was clear Bruce demanded answers even if I didn’t want to give them. It was days of being chained down to that bed hardly being able to sit up comfortably with no light aside for the lamp on the bed side table with non-stop talking and a glare that could kill if I didn’t answer him or if he thought I was lying to him. The bed itself wasn’t uncomfortable but the situation still was. Bruce had asked me many question, privacy was clearly a luxury I no longer had. He broke down my life and built it back up in his own image, built it back to be his perfect little girl.

He did every thing for me and with no regard to what I wanted he would feed me, sometimes he would let me have a book but he would read it to me and he often told me how much everyone missed me to try and motivate me to make progress.

The only time I got any kind of privacy was when I had to go to the bathroom or when he let me have a shower but he has always right outside the door and if he ever thought something was wrong he could come bursting in because the door had no lock.

But luckily after one week he switched out the shackles that forced me down on the bed to just one on my ankle with a long chain attached to the bottom of the bed saying I had made good progress.

The chain was fairly long, I was able to get up out of the bed and stand but I couldn’t get any further from the bed then about two feet. It felt so good to final stretch after being chained down for a week. But even with my hands where free he never let me feed myself, but I would never fight him on it because it was clear he was in his best mood when feeding me.

After two weeks he final let Dick or Tim bring me my food instead of him, it was nice to see another people other then him, it made me feel more free in a sense, just being able to hear someone else’s voice, but it still didn’t make me feel completely better. They often fought about who would feed me I could always hear them outside my room fighting or arguing with Bruce about letting me out. Something about Jason and Damian bacon ring unbearable.

Dick often won because Tim had to much work to do doing who knows what. So I usually only saw Dick. Dick also did not let me feed myself and he was constantly sticking around after forcing me to sit a cuddle with him. Just like know.

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We where cuddling in what was clearly his favourite position, he was laid down on the bed on his back, with me on top of his chest my legs practically straddling his right thigh while his left leg was propped up. My hands where on his chest by my head. Dick was a lot taller then I was so I was barely tall enough to reach the middle of his chest standing up, but with him laying down and me being chained I felt even more helpless and small.

Dick had his arms around me circling me waist. Has hand would absentmindedly rub light circles or random swirly patterns on my back with his finger tips. I felt more vulnerable then usual though because Dick decided he needed more skin to skin contact so his hands where up under the light pj shirt I wore.

While laying down like this I had time to think, but my mind kept going back to having some freedom again, my eyes started to water and I tried to be quiet and move my hand to wipe the tears before they fell but it was to late Dick had herd my sniffles.

“Oh, baby bird what wrong”

His new favourite nickname for me was the only think he every called me (Y/N) didn’t seem to be a word in his vocabulary anymore.

I new better when to lie, that would just mean I get stuck down here longer and the sooner I get out of this room the sooner and can try to leave. But the more I thought about it the more difficult it became to stop my tears at the thought of my lost freedom. So I let the tears come like a water fall down my face, unable to stop them.

“I wanna go outside”

I mumbled into his chest, he couldn’t hear me so he gave my midsection a little comforting squeeze

“What was that baby bird, didn’t quite catch that”

“I wanna go outside”

This time I said it a little louder but I still hid my face in his chest kind of embarrassed at myself having to beg for so much as to see the sun and get some exercise as well as being a little worried of he would get mad at me

“ I know baby bird but we will have to see what Bruce says about that when he comes back”

He cooed at me trying to calm me down rubbing my back with his right had while his other was running his fingers through my hair trying to stop my shaking.

The tears wouldn’t stop coming and I couldn’t help the whimpers coming out of my mouth, I felt so helpless I wanted to scream but I knew that throwing a tantrum as they would call it was going to get me no where. All I could do was cry into Dick’s black shirt and beg for anyone to let me out soon. In my head of course they didn’t need to know how desperate I really was.

As if in cue, Bruce walked in for one of our sessions and saw me crying and clinging onto Dick.

“Little one, what’s wrong?”

He came close to me and picked me up off of Dick chest like I weighed nothing despite Dick wanting me to stay right where I was

Whenever anyone held me I could only remember who they really were and who held me captive

“What do you think Bruce, she’s been trapped in here for almost a month now, look how pale she is and despite feeding her she’s starting to loses weight!!!”

Dick yelled at Bruce, it was clear he wanted me out of the room but never took me out because for one, he didn’t have the key, Bruce never let leave his person and second, all thought he didn’t like it he did think it was needed to ‘rehabilitate’ me

Bruce glared at Dick as I shake in his arms. I reach up to pull on his shirt sleeve. He looks down at me not glaring but his eyes where still hard.

I didn’t want to say anything so as not to make him mad so I just pointed down to the chain around my ankle with tears still flowing down my face unwillingly.

Bruce was standing beside the bed with his arm under my thighs and his other hand holding the back of my neck gently. But because he was holding me the way he was, the chain was yanking on my ankle pretty hard, it hurt, you could already see a little bruise form around my ankle.

Dick noticed and tried to take me away from Bruce so I could cuddle up to him on the bed again but Bruce being Bruce, pushed Dick to the side and put me down on the bed and sat in front of my one out stretched ankle. He moved his hand down to my ankle lightly massaging my now sore ankle.

I let out a sigh of relief I looked up a Dick who was just glaring at Bruce, but when I looked at Bruce expecting him to be glaring back at Dick, he was looking at me, he had a calm but still unreadable expression.

“Do you want to go outside little one?”

I looked down at the sudden question, not really knowing what to do wondering if the question was a test but I know better then to not answer him quickly and truthfully so I just kept my head down a nodded quickly

I playing with my fingers in my lap not really knowing what to do with myself, to embarrassed to look up at him and risking him seeing how desperate I was to go outside again.

Bruce moved to gently hold my chin with his right hand with his other still gently holding my ankle rubbing it lightly, he moved my head up to look at him. My tears stoped flowing but my eyes where still a little red and glossy from my tears.

“Little one I need words, you know that”

I did know that, he never let me answer a question with a nod or shake of my head it always had to be words, when I asked him why he just smiled and said

“ I like to hear my little girls voice”

“Just for a few minutes, I just want to walk around for a bit and get some sun I promise I’ll come back with out a problem, I just wanna go outside”

I didn’t want to give him my answer again so I gave my explanation instead, and it was true I knew I could never leave, not yet anyway, but I started to feel sick not being able to do anything but sit on the bed with no light form outside whatsoever. That was why I wasn’t able to gain any weight, they fed me well but I was so sick I would throw up some of the food after going to the bathroom

Bruce moved me closer to him lifting me up onto his lap while he rubbed my shoulders, Dick had kneeled down in front of me taking my hands and gently rubbing and kissing my knuckles. Both clearly being able to tell how scared I was and how tense I became after I answered him afraid he would get mad at me and punish me.

In all our time in this room there was lots of gently touching and always contact of some kind when me and Bruce would talk, but never once did he hit me or torcher me like I originally believed.

The worse I got was a hard glare and that put me in my place right away often drawing tears from my eyes. Knowing that the Batman was the one interrogating me and I had no hope of lying or getting away yet.

“I think you have made very good progress”

I looked up at Bruce kind of shocked, but I was still waiting for ‘but’ to come

Bruce looked down at me and smiled

“I think I could let you outside”

I smiled at him, I wanted to jump for joy yelling and crying tears of happiness but instead I slipped my hands out of Dick’s gentle hold and turned around.

Bruce squeezed my shoulders a little harder when I stared to move probably thinking I was going to do something I wasn’t supposed to, but it was more a warning then him stopping me from turning around.

I finished turning in his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck in a gentle but strong hug.

“Thank you Dad, thank you thank you thank you thank you!!!”

I had never initiated a hug or called Bruce Dad except for when he first brought me in here, but I figured if I wanted to get on his good side and prove my ‘progress’ this was the right way to do it.

I was right

Bruce was clearly shocked not knowing what to do but after he recovered form the initial shock he wrapped his arms around me

Dick was clearly jealous even though he made me hug him I never tried to hug him first

“Come on Bruce let her go already, it’s time to go”

Dick almost whined when he said that, trying to pry me from Bruce’s hold but it only got stronger until he decided to let me go

Bruce told Dick to leave as he put me down on the bed and got up walking to a dark wood dresses in the room

I was a little confused until he took out a forest green sun dress out

He came back over to me and too the key to my shackle out of his back pocket and un-chained me

He handed me the clothes and ushered me to the bathroom

“Have a shower little one, then when your ready we will go outside, it’s a warm day today so it’s the perfect time”

I smiled at his and took the dress from him

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I walked into the bathroom closing the door behind me and started to strip.

I turned the water on and got in when I decided it was warm enough

I hadn’t had a shower in two days so it felt good to get all the grease out of my hair and wash my body, I didn’t know when I would have my next shower thought so I made sure to be very detailed in my cleaning, I scrubbed my skin so hard with the loofah and soap my skin was red by the time I was done.

After my shower I dried off my hair and put on the dress Bruce had picked out for me. It went down all the way to my ankles.

As I looked a little closer to them I could clearly so a dark bruise going around m my right ankle. I sat down to rub it but even with a gentle touch it hurt and I let out a hiss of pain.

Bruce clearly heard me and came into the bathroom

“What’s wrong little one?”

I looked up at him still on the ground lightly touching my ankle

“It just hurt more then I was expecting, I’m fine”

He looked down at me and my bruise with a look in his eye that was nothing but rage

I look down and curled up into a little ball

“Are you mad at me?”

He looked at my face in surprise apparently not realizing he was glaring so hard

“No little one, of course not, I just hate to see you in so much pain.”

I nodded still looking down thinking to myself how it’s his fault I am hurt in the first place

Bruce pick me up bridle style and took me out of the room for the first time in almost a month, I kept looking down at my hands but I couldn’t stop the smile on my face. That was until I realized that this was not any part of Wayne manor that I could recognize.

It looked like some kind of cave. Then it hit me, when Bruce and Jason where fighting Tim mentioned Jason was supposed to come in through the cave.

I looked up at Bruce kind of scared to ask not sure if it’s a kind of question I should ask

“Is this the Batcave?”

Bruce looked down at me and smiled at me

“It is, I’ll give you the tour some time when you get more accustomed to the manor, there is a lot to remember”

I liked how he was talking about me getting to know the manor more but I now I’m going to have to be a ‘good girl’ to be able to walk around myself but first thing ha first I need to be allowed out of the room in the cave.

Bruce took me up a flight of stairs, when we got to the top he shifted my weight so it was just on his left arm and put his right hand of a scanner and a little door opened, when he walked out I found we where in a huge library with a grand father clock as the secret door.

I looked around, it was huge with tall beautifully carved pillars made from the same dark wood as the rest of the furniture in the manor.

Bruce looked down at me a smirked, but changed it to a smile before I could see

“You like it little one?”

I looked up at him with a look of amazement on my face

“I’m not much a reader myself, I can never focus on the book and get bored really quickly, it’s just really impressive”

I look back at the library

“I’ve never seen so many books before”

Bruce chuckles at me before he kept walked

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He carried me down a few hallways I didn’t recognize but to be fair when I convinced Dick to go exploring we never really saw much

We kept walking until I heard stomping foot steps coming behind us I looked behind Bruce’s shoulder to see a very angry Jason with his fists balled tightly by his sides

Bruce’s face when from calm to hard and angry in a split second

He set me down, I stumbled, the bruise on my ankle, it seemed to get worse and was very swollen, Bruce caught me but put me behind his back but I still held onto his shirt lightly

Jason was in his Red Hood clothes aside from the actual hood

I couldn’t help but feel intimidated by him, knowing who he really is and his reputation scared me especially when I don’t know what he’s mad about

“So, you finally let her out”

Bruce glared at Jason clearly not pleased with him

“You had no right to take her, she belongs to all of us!”

Jason yelled at Bruce as he kept getting closer and closer

“And keeping me away from her? Damian I understand, he is the one who put that idea into her head but me, I didn’t do shit!”

Bruce was steaming

“Your the reason she found out about what we really do, your the reason she is even more afraid of us!”

I flinch, so hard I fell back on the ground, scared about what the two very powerful men might do to each other and what would happen to me if I got in the crosshairs

I herd foot steps coming for behind me, this time running, I turn to see a very concerned Tim looking down at me and the two other men who still haven’t taken their eyes off of each other

Time glared at the two em who were currently in a stand off, he seemed to have understood what was happening

Tim helped me back up but I almost fell again because of my ankle, Tim looked down at my leg and picked me up instead

“Are you ok?”

I was shaking in his arms

“I-im ok”

I couldn’t help the studded that came from my mouth

Tim glared at the two as they kept yelling at each other about the last month and what lead to it

Tim started to walk away, when I realized what was happening I started to shake more, worried about what Bruce would do when he realized I wasn’t behind him anymore

“Tim, wait no, Bruce will get mad at me, I don’t want to be locked up again”

The tears where flowing down my face as I clung to his shirt

“It’s ok kiddo you’ll be fine Bruce would be a lot more mad at me then anyone but he will be fine he would never want you anywhere near a fight”

And with that Tim kept walking

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I thought Tim was taking me back to the room in the cave but instead he took me to the room I first woke up in

Tim sat on the bed resting against the headboard with me in his lap

I tried to squirm away just needing some breathing room but he must have thought I was just shaking more, he pulled my close to him sitting on him lap with my back to his chest, I was breathing heavily, not knowing what to do, I couldn’t escape I couldn’t get out of his arms without angering him

So I just stayed there, shaking and whimpering with the occasional tear falling down my cheek

Tim had his head buried in my hair using one of his hands to stroke my (H/C) hair

“Shhhh, Shhhh, it’s ok, your ok, I know it’s scary but it’s over, no one is going to hurt you, Jason was just pissed he didn’t get to see you for so long”

I looked up at Tim, I needed some fresh air and some movement even if my ankle hurt

“Can I still go outside for a little bit? I think some fresh air will do me good”

Tim smiled sweetly at me

“Sure kiddo”

With that he stood up walking away with me in his arms again

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We walked until we came through a little room on the ground floor with a door by the windows, we walked outside to a beautiful garden with gorgeous stone raised flower beds, all kind of flower, roses of all kinds of colors but mostly red, daisy’s, dragon snaps, bloody hearts and tiger lilies (my personal favourite)

I look up at Tim

“It’s gorgeous”

“Isn’t it, I don’t spend a lot of time out here but Damian loves to read out here”

Tim put me down after I told him I wanted to walk around for a bit, I was all kinds of stif and my muscles needed some use.

Tim still had me hold onto his arm in case I fell my ankle just seemed to be getting worse and worse but he didn’t need to know that

We walked around sometimes stoping to see the flowers and literally smell the roses until I just wanted to sit and enjoy the sun and sweet smelling flowers

I sat on a bench in the middle of the huge garden till Tim got up

“I’m going to go check on Bruce and Jason alright kiddo?”

I looked up and nodded at him

I think he’s testing me, to see if I would try to get away, but even if I wanted to, with my swollen know black and purple bruise on my ankle I wouldn’t be able to leave.

I laid down on the bench, it had comfy pillows on it, at some point when I was enjoying the sun I fell asleep

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Damian was walking in the garden at Wayne manor on his way to his favourite bench when he came across his little (Y/N) peacefully sleeping on the bench

Damian wonders why she’s out, He saw Dick walking around earlier with a dumb ass smile on his face maybe this is what it was about

Damian smirked at his beloved (Y/N) he went to hold her after a month of not even being able to hear her voice

He was about to pick her up bridle style when her dress moved up her legs a little and he saw her hurt ankle, it looked like someone took a baseball bat to it.

He felt unbridled rage, how dare none of them take care of her when she’s hurt

Damian had a glare that would kill anyone who dared look at him, he pick (Y/N) up and took her to her room

“Don’t worry beloved, I won’t let anything happen to you”

#yandere #yandere platonic #yandere batfam #yandere platonic batfamily x reader #yandere dc #yandere x reader #yandere bruce wayne #yandere damian wayne #yandere jason todd #yandere dick grayson #yandere tim drake

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hyperanaemia · 3 months

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Sorry, I don't mean to disappear for months, but I've been getting back into reading comics after taking a super long break to play bg3. So, I've finally gotten around to reading the Knight Terrors: Robin issues that have been sitting in my 'to read' box months after they've been relevant. I’m sure everyone else had a bunch to say when it came out but here’s my two cents.

The issues just really fall flat to me. Like, I wasn't expecting a two-shot to be a deep dive into Tim's dead-dad trauma or anything, but I do feel like it misses what the core fear/horror that surrounds Jack's death is.

Like, the KT issues posset that what Tim fears the most is failing to save people, with his dad's death being the figurehead of that. That this failure is what makes him unworthy of being Robin. I'm not going to say that isn't true, that reasoning definitely factors into Tim's trauma. But it also just feels basic to me.

Like, 'failing to save a loved one' is one of the most basic superhero tropes at this point. I'd be hard pressed to think of a hero who hasn't failed to save someone they know. It might as well be a rite of passage.

(In fact, here's a panel of Tim thinking as such about his parents in an issue literally called Rites of Passage.)

Also, Tim has already had a 'crisis of faith' arc after failing to save someone with the character of Eldon Adams (Young El). It had a very big impact on Tim and the fallout of that lasted for several issues.

Identity Crisis certainly has its flaws and at times I question the need to kill off Jack in the first place. But, to me anyway, Jack's death is beautifully written and manages to tie his and Tim's decades-long storyline off in an interesting way.

The important point to make about Tim in relation to all this is that he chooses to be Robin. He was never picked, he was never fated, he was not born to do it. Robin is something he actively chooses to be. At first, it's an easy choice to make. Tim reasons that since his parents are off doing their own thing it won’t be an issue if he’s gone all the time. But, as time goes on, Jack starts spending more time at home, wanting to spend more time with Tim. The issue "resolves" in this instance by having Jack's time get taken up when he starts dating Dana Winters. But this tension continues to be a major subplot throughout Tim’s series. Tim and Jack’s already strained relationship is constantly made worse by Robin.

Tim feels guilty that his duty as Robin keeps getting in the way of his relationships. Tim's friends like Ives and Ariana are constantly stood up or brushed aside. Anything that ties Tim to the normal life he used to have is always being balanced against Robin. And for as much as Tim tries to maintain it, for as much as he says his normal life is what keeps him grounded when push comes to shove Tim always ends up choosing Robin.

The thing that makes Jack's death different from all the other parental deaths in the Batfam, and the Identity Crisis did right, is that they made it a direct consequence of Tim choosing to be Robin. Bruce's parents were killed at random. Dick's were targeted in a situation outside of his control. Jason's mother was killed for her involvement with the Joker, which started before he even met her (and his dad with Two-Face).

Jack was killed because his son was Robin. In Identity Crisis, Jean Loring targets the family members of heroes. She never would have hired Captain Boomerang to kill Jack if Tim wasn't Robin.

(Obviously, none of this is to minimize any of these characters' pain or to say one is worse than another.)

The added twist of the knife is that Tim had been spending that week with Jack instead of helping everyone find the killer. It's the one night that Tim chooses to go out as Robin again that Jack is killed. If Tim had stayed just one more night, even just one more hour, he could have saved his dad. And Jack lets him go because he knows how important Robin is to Tim.

This is more of an aside, I love this sequence of Tim ripping off his Robin uniform. Like obviously the intention is that Tim can't be seen wearing it when the police arrive. But the subtext to me reads that Tim is ripping Robin off, this thing that's come between them at every moment. Tim, before he even knows if Jack is alive or dead, doesn't want Robin to come between them anymore.

And Jack's death is something of a 'point of no return' for Tim. Before this, many of the people who know Tim is Robin have pointed out that he could always return to a normal life if he wanted to. Tim himself believes that he'll probably retire being Robin at some point. (I have my own thoughts that aren't relevant here about how that's more about him being practical as opposed to his genuine wish for his future, but I digress.) But after this, Tim is locked into the vigilante life. There's nothing normal he could return to. If he can’t be good at this, then what was the point?

KT Robin just feels uninspired. It doesn't try to extract what makes Jack's death unique or interesting. It just picks the most surface-level takeaway you could have from it. Like, it's not just about being not good enough for the job. It's losing everything because you chose to do this job and you still don't know if you're good enough to do it.

#sephs comic reading tag #tim drake #jack drake #my 'in order' reading list has me around the start of Cataclysm right now #and it's been a few months since I've read Id Crisis so forgive me if I'm misremembering anything

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luvly-writer · 1 year

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“But oh..cara mia”

Ch. 1: So what did i miss?

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Dick Grayson x Latina! Reader

Status: Ongoing

Warnings: none

Author’s Note: Seeing as “You are my sunshine” is ending, I published the first chapter to get you guys as excited as I am for this story. Warnings, in this story, heavy amounts of character trauma will be discussed. Therefore, heavy amounts of angst will be shown. Worry not though, fluff and feels will also be a part of it. Enjoy the first chapter and if you’d like to be part of the tag list, don’t be afraid to send me an ask, reply on the chapters, or send me a message. Feedback is always positively welcomed and loved. Love you all!

Taglist: @lorosette @nanas-teatime @prettyacademia00

Series Masterlist:

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It had been a quiet night on patrol. Nothing big had happened, just a few thugs here and there. Everyone had retired for the night and decided to crash at Wayne Manor. First arrived Babs, Steph, and Cass, they had been the group closest to the manor. Then came, Tim, Jason, and Duke. Dick, Damian, and Bruce arrived last. They had all entered and headed directly to the changing rooms, too busy with the chatter and banter to even pay attention to the batcomputer. Funny enough, for a group of vigilantes and the world’s greatest detectives, no one noticed the figure next to Alfred, smirking at them from the seat of the batcomputer. “They really are hopeless sometimes” the young girl laughed at Alfred who nodded along with a soft smile. Finally, everyone had returned and noticed someone had been sitting waiting for them.

“Well, i’ll be fucking dammned,” said Jason with a laugh as the girl jogged towards them. “Hello strangers!” she giggled as Cass, Stephanie and Barbara went to hug her. Next was Tim and Jason who couldn’t help but tease her for leaving them for two whole years. Duke then smiled as the young girl jumped in his arms and hugged him tightly whilst screaming that God-awful nickname she knew he hated but secretly loved, “Duckie!” Finally, she turned to the last three, first giving a hug to Bruce, the man who had come to love her as one of his own. Then she turned to Dick, and Damian swore the cave turned tense for a second. He looked at both of them, who were standing face to face, looking at each other dead in the eye. Damian looked around, confused at the anxious faces of everyone around. Even his father was looking at them wearily. “Richard,” she said dryly, to which her counterpart responded just as drily with a nod, “YN”. They kept eye contact for a few moments and when she broke it off to look at Damian, everyone let out a sigh of relief. “Bruce! YOU GOT ANOTHER ONE!” she said looking at him bewildered. She turns to the man and says, “Ok, that’s it, you definitely have a problem, Bruce. You can’t keep exchanging therapy for adopting orphans. I thought we were past that!” making the rest laugh. It wasn’t Yn if she isn’t berating Bruce on something. Bruce at least had the decency to look bashful and Damian spoke up before he could open his mouth, “I am not an orphan, I’m his son. THE blood son”. Yn eyes widened and she looked at Bruce who confirmed his claims. “I leave for two years and come back to find you have a biological kid! Bruce! You could have at least sent an email of precaution!” she says and Bruce shoots back, “I would have if you hadn’t been traveling constantly or in Themyscira” to which the girl smiled bashfully. “You said I needed a break, so I took it.” making the rest laugh. It was good to have her back. Before long, they had migrated to one of the living rooms where she told them all about her adventures and gave them little souvenirs. Throughout this entire time, Damian observed her carefully. She was open with everyone else, yet guarded with Grayson. There were times he would find them looking at each other when the other wasn’t paying attention. A strange fondness could be found in their eyes.

Finally, everyone started to retire to their bedrooms, but before he did, Yn called him out. They were left alone in the living room, with Damian looking at her curiously. “Heard you are half Arab,” she said looking at him softly. She was kind, that he could tell. “He answered quickly, wanting to know what she wanted from him, “Yes, I was raised at the League of Assasins by my mother and Grandfather.” She nodded, “Ras Al Ghul and Talia Al Ghul, damn, another traumatized kid to the bunch. How’d that happen with B?” she said not expecting an answer but Damian cleared it up for her, “She drugged him. Doesn’t take a genius to know it”. She hummed in response and pulled something out of her bag. It was an elephant figurine, beautiful in all aspects. It was jade with golden accents. Truly a remarkable piece. She extended her hand towards him and presented it to him. “Here, a small present. As a welcome to the family. I got it when I visited Arabia. Elephants are my favorite animals, thought you’d like it,” she said and smiled when he took it. He felt a warm sensation in his chest, one he wasn’t used to. Giving her a nod, he thanked her and left for his room. She could see the small smile he was trying to suppress. Once in his room, Damian placed the figurine on his bedside table. Admiring it a little, his thoughts were full of the observations he made of today. Yn Ln. First, he identified what was known. Everyone in the family seemed to be quite fond of her except Grayson, which was out of character seeing as he was normally the warmest. She was kind, and he would understand the fondness of everyone else. She seemed to know all of them quite well, meaning her presence in the family must go way back. And finally, things between Grayson and her were NOT good. Now to what he didn’t know. What exactly was her part in this family? Why does she have such influence over everyone? And his biggest doubt, what the hell happened between Grayson and her that caused everyone to tense up at a mere staredown between the two. That night, as he went to sleep, he assigned himself a new mission. Find out who is Yn Ln and what went wrong between her and Grayson.

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smittywing · 11 months

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FicBit: Jason Todd/Tim Drake

A little rough but it'll get cleaned up in beta. BRUNCH.

Previous parts: 1 | 2 | 3

Sunday rolled around just as Jason was rolling some human traffickers out of Gotham and he loitered in the garden, trying to get blood out of his shirt before going inside.

“Hey.” It was Tim. Jason's chest tightened.

“Hey,” he said. He glanced over at Tim’s bike and the single helmet and said, “No Cannon Fodder today?”

“I'm not sure he's ready for brunch at the Manor,” Tim admitted. “At least not Sunday brunch.”

“Wnat?” Jason protested in mock horror. “You cannot possibly think I - or the rest of this family - would embarrass you, and your little sidekick, too?”

“You? Never,” Tim deadpanned. “But I’m not putting anything past the rest of them. Is that blood on your shirt?”

Busted.

Tim pulled his purely decorative scarf (it was 70 degrees for fuck’s sake) over his head. “Here,” he said. “This will help with both the blood and the outfit.”

“Fuck you,” Jason said resignedly. Being dead was not great for a guy’s fashion sense, okay?

Not caring also didn’t help.

He didn’t fight when Tim looped it around his neck but swatted his hands away when Tim tried to arrange it. “I got it,” he said. Unfortunately he did not “got it,” and ended up with one end unnecessarily long while the other part was choking him. It wasn’t his fault that was where the blood was.

“Okay, come on,” Tim interrupted after another few minutes of arrangement. “Let me.”

Jason held up both hands in supplication because it was fair to say that leaving him to it would keep them outside forever. Tim’s hands were deft and quick and patted Jason on the chest when he was done.

“There,” he said. “You’ll do.”

Dick and Barbara were the only others there, sitting across the table and caddy-corner from each other and were both staring at their phones.

“Hey, when did you get here?” Tim asked, angling for the coffee samovar.

“About twenty minutes ago,” Dick said.

“But not together,” Barbara added.

Yeah, that didn’t sound suspicious at all. They must be shacking up again.

“Hey Little Wing,” Dick added. “Glad you could join us.” He sounded sincere but Dick Grayson had virtually no other setting.

“Yeah, lost a bet,” Jason said, helping himself to some coffee when Tim gave the samovar some breathing space.

“Hi Jason,” Barbara said, looking up from her phone. “It’s good to see you.”

Before he could respond, someone yelled, “OH MY GOD! IS THAT JASON TODD?” and he turned just in time to catch Steph coming at him with a hug tackle.

“Argh.” She was heavier than she looked, thanks to all those deceptively lean muscles - like Tim, Jason’s brain volunteered helpfully, and it took him a minute to make sure he could grab her without any accidental contact that would get his head knocked off.

“What are you doing here?” she demanded, hopping off him and confiscating his coffee. She took a sip and made a face. “The last time you made Sunday brunch was when Alfred pulled a bullet out of you the night before. We *missed* you!”

“We did, indeed,” Alfred says, coming through the doors from the kitchen with a platter of fruit. “Strawberries are still your favorite, I hope?”

“Ahh,” Jason said because yes, but the room was skewing increasingly chaotic as Bruce and Duke came in through another door. “Yeah?”

“Jason! Good to see you, man!” Duke gave Jason a fist bump and walked off with his second cup of coffee.

“What the hell?” Jason muttered under his breath.

He gave up on coffee and got himself a cup of Earl Grey. Alfred was putting waffles on the table - waffles! Wasn't there a rule? - the only seat left was between Tim and Blondie. Jason eyed it warily. He wasn't sure what their deal was now that Tim was dating dudes but it would be really obvious to retreat to the end of the table.

“I'm grateful to have you all here this morning,” Bruce said, unfolding his napkin. “I'm sure Kate and Cass will catch up with us next week. Tim? Maybe you could finally bring - “

Jason felt Tim tense up next to him. Shit. He owed the kid a good turn.

“Dick and Barbie are back together,” he announced, overriding Cannon Fodder's name.

“Oh!” Bruce said, glancing between them like he was maybe being pranked. “Are congratula - ?”

“Okay, well,” Dick interrupted. “Jason wants to know why we care more about who he kills than who he fu - “

“Oh shit,” Stephanie breathed beside him.

Jason reversed his grip on his fork and raised it far enough for Dick to see.

Tim piped up, [something to turn back on Dick]

Jason passed the last piece of silver over to Tim to tuck back in its big fancy box.

“Thanks,” Tim said automatically and then looked up at Jason.”Thanks for real,” he said softly. “I know you were covering for me.”

Jason shrugged. “You were covering for me, too. I didn't expect Barbie to go for the jugular.”

Tim laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He looked young and sweet and *happy* and it was a good look on him. “Fortunately, you had a very stylish scarf to protect you.”

“Oh, yeah,” Jason said, pulling it over his head. “Thanks for the loan. Not sure it's my vibe.”

“Not sure anyone besides you still has a vibe,” Tim shot back.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

“So, um.” Tim scrubbed a hand over thr back of his neck. “Look, I know Dick was just trying to rile you up but. If you ever want to talk about…whatever? I know a guy who went through that kind of thing recently.”

“Yeah? That guy have any wisdom to impart?” Jason challenged.

Tim flushed. “Probably not but he might be able to listen.”

Jason really needed people to stop caring about him so damn much.

“Yeah,” he allowed. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

#batbrats #jason todd #red hood #jason todd/tim drake #red hood/red robin #tim drake #jason todd's potty mouth #fic

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alisonwritesimagines · 2 years

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Alive and Well ~Batmom Imagine~

Summary: You find out that Jason is alive.

Author’s Note: I've had this in a Google draft for a long while. Even before I wrote Sad Endings, New Beginnings

Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: mentions of death and killing

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Please do not post this anywhere!!!

Side Note: This is a secondary blog. If you comment a question down below, I will not answer since this is not the main blog. Please send the question to my inbox if you want a response back!

It took a while but you finally accepted the fact that Jason was in a better place. Bruce had found a new Robin, making you a mother again to Tim Drake. He was a smart one and you loved him as much as you loved Jason and Dick.

“Alfred, have you seen Bruce?” You asked as you walked into the kitchen.

“In the Batcave ma’am. I was just about to bring him tea.”

“I’ll come with you. He’s been acting weird lately,” you tell him.

“Probably another villain,” Alfred tells you.

“Most likely.”

As the two of you walked over to the Batcave, you could see your husband sitting in front of his computer. You noticed that he was analyzing some DNA based on what you could see. As you got closer, you noticed that it was the new anti-hero’s, Red Hood, DNA and your son Jason’s DNA. You froze in shock as it came up to a match. Alfred dropped the tray of tea, making Bruce look over at the two of you.

“Bruce. Is he alive?” You asked in shock and horror.

“Y/n.”

“Is he alive?!” You asked again, raising your voice this time.

“Yes. He is,” Bruce said.

“W-W-What? H-How?” You asked as you could feel tears fill up your eyes again.

“It's a long story. But I’ll find him again. I promise,” Bruce said as he pulled you into a hug. You sobbed into his chest, knowing your son was alive and out there alone.

You couldn’t sleep that night. You thought about Jason and how he was out there somewhere. You got out of bed before putting on some clothes and rushing out to the garage. You got into your car and drove off to where Jason grew up before Bruce had found him.

“Jason? Jason sweetie? Are you around here?” You called out as you walked around.

You kept calling his name as you continued to walk around the area. You finally stopped in an alleyway as you looked around.

“What are you doing here?” You heard. You turned to see Jason in his Red Hood persona.

“Jason, please tell me the truth. Is it really you?” You begged. Jason took off his helmet as he looked at you. It was most certainly him but older and with a white streak in the middle front his black hair.

“Hi ma,” Jason said. You quickly flung your arms around him as you hugged him tightly. You sobbed onto his shoulder as he hugged you back.

“I missed you so much,” you tell him.

“I missed you too ma.”

“Jason, come home. Please. We’ll figure this out. Just come back home,” you tell your son as you looked up at him.

“I can’t. At least not now. I’m so angry at Bruce for not killing the Joker and-“

“You and I both know that Bruce would never have it in him to kill that psychopath. I know your upset at him but you have to believe me that we both mourned for a long time after you passed,” you tell him with a stern tone.

“If you were in mourning, why did you get a new kid? Why did he get a new Robin as if it was nothing?” Jason asked you as he pulled away from your hug.

“Jason, darling. We’ve only had Tim with us for a year. Bruce didn’t replace you and neither have I. Just come back home to me please.”

“I promise I’ll come over but just not now. I need to take care of some things first,” Jason tells you as he started to walk away.

“Jason, as your mother, I am telling you to stop! Stay with me for a little longer. Please. I missed you,” you tell him, tears swelling up your eyes. Jason turned back around to face you.

“Ten minutes.”

You rushed over to him before flinging your arms around him again.

“Thank you sweetie. I can’t lose you again,” you sobbed.

“I know ma.”

Jason lead you away from the alleyway and to a diner nearby. You both sat in a booth that was far away from everyone. You sat across from each other as you both looked at each other.

“I wanted to kill him too. I wanted to kill Joker and watch him suffer and make him pay for what’s he’s done to our family. But I know it wouldn’t bring you back. No matter what I would have done, it wouldn’t bring you back. Even then, Bruce would’ve stopped me,” you tell Jason.

“When I came back, I wanted to rush back to you. I wanted your hugs and kisses and tell me that everything was going to be okay again. I wanted to be your kid again,” Jason told you.

“Just know that whatever you decide to do, I will always be your mother,” you tell him.

“I know. I need to go now. I promise to come back to you soon,” Jason said.

“Okay.”

“I’ll walk you back to your car.”

After your encounter with Jason, you waited for a call or anything from him. Bruce noticed how happier you were when you met Jason that night. Bruce wasn’t stupid to let you out but he did watch you hug your son and cry from seeing him again.

“When are you planning to see your mother again?” Bruce asked Jason as he met with him on top of a roof.

“I’m not sure.”

“Why don’t you join us for dinner tomorrow night? Ease your mother’s mind,” Bruce told him.

“I‘ll stop by tomorrow night.”

“Good. Don't be late. You know she won't eat until you come."

The next night, both you and Alfred cooked dinner while Tim and Dick got the table set up.

“Make sure you add another plate,” Bruce said as he walked over.

“For who?” Tim asked.

“I convinced Jason to have dinner with us for your mother’s sake,” Bruce mentioned.

“You did?” Dick asked surprised.

"Yes. Please behave and try not to fight. Your mother has been through enough lately," Bruce mentioned.

"Food's ready!" You said as you brought the food over to the table. The doorbell rung making Alfred walk over to answer it.

"Hey, Alfred," Jason said with a small smile.

"Master Jason," Alfred smiled before hugging the tall boy.

"It's good to see you again," Jason said.

"Your mother finished cooking dinner. Come inside and let's eat," Alfred said.

"Okay."

The two walked over to the dining room where everyone was sitting down already.

"We have a surprise guest for you, Miss Y/n," Alfred said. You looked over to see your second oldest son making you smile. You rushed over to Jason before giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Oh, sweetie. I'm so happy you're here for dinner," you smiled.

"Well, I promised to visit you again. What did you make?"

"Pasta and garlic bread," you smiled.

"Sounds good," Jason smiled.

Jason sat next to you as you all ate dinner together. Jason caught up with Dick and got to know Tim. You looked over at Bruce who smiled a little at you.

"Did you convince him to come over tonight?" You asked your husband.

"Yes. Anything for you," Bruce said before bringing your hand to his lips. He give it a kiss before holding your hand.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

#jason todd #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #bruce wayne #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne x reader #batman #batman imagine #batman x reader #batmom #batmom imagine #dc #dc imagine #wayne family adventures #alisonwritesimagines

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bonesbuckleup · 1 year

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WIP thing, anything with Jason involved that you haven't already talked about

That would probably be Brawl! Brawl! Brawl! which is less of a fic and more of a scene, possibly a no-capes AU?, wherein the Wayne boys, all of them except Jason, get in a civilian fight at a charity event and hauled down to the police station, where Bruce and Jason have to go and collect them from and find them as such:

Damian, rumpled but relatively unscathed, the only injury that Bruce can see a bruise near his hairline, sits with one leg crossed neatly over the other and his hands settled on his top knee. His eyes follow anyone who comes within ten feet of the bench, narrowing whenever someone comes closer, fingers twitching lightly like a dare.

Next to him in the middle is Tim, leaned forward so he’s almost bent in half, elbows on his knees, fists pressed against his forehead. His suit jacket is gone. His tie is gone. His hair is a wreck, and his knuckles are bloody and bruised. There’s blood smeared on his collar. One of his legs is bouncing, up-down-up-down-up-down.

Finally, Dick, sprawled out and taking up half of the bench on his own. Tie loose around his neck like a scarf, shirt open halfway down his chest. His head is tipped back against the wall. Tim’s missing tie is red-splotched and held to his bleeding nose. His free arm is slung over Tim’s shoulder with his fingers brushing Damian’s sleeve.

The plasticky sound of a cellphone camera pings from behind Bruce. He turns. Jason turns his phone sideways to get a horizontal shot. When he sees Bruce glaring, he says, “What?”

Bruce sighs.

“Oh, come on. I missed the brawl. You’ve gotta let me have this. I’m the good one this time.”

He isn’t wrong. Bruce lets him take the second picture without comment.

#thunderboltsortofapenny #WIP meme #mail #I wrote a thing #Batfam #Jason Todd #Bruce Wayne #Damian Wayne #Dick Grayson #Tim Drake #pandering for asks

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years

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Could we get more of batmom and Bruce working on the case about her so, maybe the kids finding out what it’s about?

Damian watched from a distance as his Father bent his head to kiss you. He wasn't close enough to read the expression on your face, but. Whatever had happened on you little trip hadn't done anything to solve the case.

Out of the corner of his eye, Drake and Grayson trade looks; looking unusually serious. Hesitating to make their way over to you. Like they were unsure if you'd want them near you. And he folded his arms, scowling. It rankled that no one would tell him what was happening.

Giving him non-answers and equivocating. Even Grayson and Drake who had no real reason to be loyal to you stayed tight lipped. Though he suspected it had less to do with loyalty and more to do with spite. He was going to find out what was happening. He was going to solve the case. And he was going to prove once and all that his father didn't need you.

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You pause at the threshold of your office. Books, papers and files were scattered everywhere. Photo frames- some of them were cracked or broken where they'd been pitched off the walls by someone who wanted to get caught.

And you shook your head. Trying to ignore the sense of violation- it was an unspoken rule that your study was off limits unless you were there or had express permission. And there was only one person who didn't care about any rules you might have set.

Feeling sick and not just a little tired, you walk around the desk to see the false bottom missing. And your file box gone.

And as calmly as you can you pull your phone out, "Bruce?"

"Yes?" he answered, not missing the tone of your voice. The barely restrained anger. A sense of trepidation prickled at the back of his neck.

"You better go get your son and my files before I do because if I have to do it it's not gonna be pretty."

"Shit. Y/N I'm sorr-"

"Don't apologize, just go get him."

And without another word the line goes dead, leaving you to start setting the devastation to rights.

______________

Bruce didn't bother to knock on Damian's door and stood in the doorway looming. Expecting to see him looking smug.

Instead, the kid was sitting in the middle of all your files- and some journals Bruce hadn't even known about looking like he'd seen a ghost.

"They just left her to die?" his voice is very small.

"And other atrocities," Bruce said, bending to pick up one of the fallen journals.

"She had a baby-"

"Not willingly," Bruce said carefully. "But she loved him anyway."

"What happened to it?"

"Him," Bruce corrects automatically. If you ever hear Damian call your son 'it' you'd probably crack him in the mouth so fast he'd never see it coming. You didn't want any of the kids to know about this- but especially not Damian.

It was bad enough Dick and Tim had taken it upon themselves to get involved. And had in turn gotten Alfred involved.

Bruce paused for a second as Damian looked at him expectantly and sighed, "She doesn't know. They ripped him away from her before she ever even got to hold him. And then she was very sick, staggering through the jungle for a while. And by the time she recovered and came back to the compound he was gone."

"Is that why she hates me?"

Bruce snorted, "She doesn't hate you. Even if you don't make it any easier for her to like you, doing shit like this."

"But-"

"There's a long story," Bruce sighed, "And one I promise to tell you when you're old enough to handle it. But not now. For now just- leave Y/N alone. I know you want me back with your mother but-"

Damian scoffed and folded his arms.

"It's not happening," Bruce said finally. "Y/N is my wife. I'm helping her find her son. And if you ever do something like this again-"

'What if he's dead?" Damian blurted out.

"Then at least she'll know," Bruce said softly. "At least she won't lay awake at night wondering if someone tucked him in or if he has a favorite color. Or if there's someone there to hold his hand."

Damian's eyes narrowed and Bruce smiled a little sadly, "If you'd stop trying to hate her, she'd probably be able to teach you a lot Damian."

#Bruce Wayne x reader #Bruce Wayne #Batmom!reader #anon asks #ask answered #minors dni

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