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dcxdpdabbles · 3 months

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Could you do more cave boy Danny please? I really wanna see what you have in mind for the direction you want the prompt to take 👻

The first thing that registers for Danny is the flouting feeling that he often relates to flying. To him, it always felt like being in the water, perfectly balanced with his arms and legs spread out, letting himself be weightless and left up instead of fighting gravity.

He allows himself to be taken by the sensation. It's not often he can fly just for enjoyment, especially in recent months. The Waynes were far too observant.

It is only when he tries to move into a more comfortable position that he notices the restraint.

Unlike in the water, he does not move slightly up and down with waves so he knows he's not flying in his ghost form. There is nothing that ever hinders him, even if slightly.

This is a different sense of flying.

It's caused by medication.

Danny's eyes snap open, fearing men in white suits, and instead gets a teenager in black and red-leaning his head into his hands. There are no restraints or a containment pod, instead, there are soft warm blankets and a large bed.

There are beeps from machines and a tube inside his arm, tapped to the top of his elbow. He's not sure what is in it but he hopes it to help with his pain and not to....see what his DNA is made of or something.

Thoughts are....hard right now. Like trying to grasp sand but it only slips through his fingers. He is aware but not. Did someone steal his brain? He is usually a much better thinker.

"Brucie!" The red and black teenager grasps, throwing his head up. Danny squints at him, wondering if his black wings are alright. They didn't explain or even react to his movement.

Danny should contact Frostbite. His Yeti can fix up those right up.

"It's a cape" The other laughs but his voice is soft with sadness. Danny squints at him trying to pinpoint why he would be so sad. It might be because he hasn't shifted into a butterfly yet.

"I'm not a butterfly." The other laughs a little more amused.

Danny's eyes widened. Was the teenager a mind reader? That's a scary thought. What if he learned all of Danny's secrets?

"Brucie....who's Danny?"

Nah, Danny wasn't risking it. He was going back to sleep. He had to escape into his dreams that way they would be just as confused by them as he was. He chuckles to himself, knowing that they won't know what to do against the giant green dog that guarded his dreams.

"Goodnight Brucie. Enjoy your green dog"

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Hours later Danny wakes up again but this time he is much more lucid. He glances around the room, eyes flickering over the machine and wires attached to him with little care.

He can recognize the room the Waynes gave him with ease. Everything from the posters he had put up in an attempt to look like an average teenager- even if he did only put up posters of Batman and his crew- to the random nick-nacks he left behind in his escape.

It was a bit bare from when he took everything but it's still the room he called home for a while.

How in the world did he get back to Wayne Manor?

Danny needs to get out now.

Standing up on uneasy legs, he rips out the wires as fast as he can, uncaring of the loud alarms that ring the moment he does. He rushes for the door, vision blurry, having to force all of his will into getting one step and then another.

Danny is forced to take small pauses every now and then because his body simply can't handle moving too fast. His legs shake from the effort it takes to keep him up right but he pushes through anyway.

It's only when he manages to get to the door that he remembers his powers. Danny flexes his abs into a clench that he had come to associate with activating his powers. For a brief second, twin rings of light appear, but they only move z few centimeters before flickering out of sight.

It feels like all his energy fades with with.

Panting, he slides to the floor, his limbs feeling like lead and his head swimming with fog. His head falls to the side slightly, but he can see that the door is right in front of him.

Danny tries to reach for it but all that does is cause him to tumble over. There is a dull ache on his chin and chest, as he lays there on the ground breathing heavily, and small black dots start to appear in his vision.

He is likely going to pass out soon from his core's backlash. Danny can't afford that. Not until he's safely away from the Manor and back in his cave.

How in the world did he even get out of his cave? How did he end up here?

All questions he'll have to answer later.

Planting his forearms before himself and pushing one leg slightly to the side, Danny lifts himself up. He lets his legs relax, making sure they don't drag behind him, as he shifts one arm forward and then another, crawling towards the door in the army crawl his mom should him.

He makes it to the door in what feels like hours but is probably seconds. His hands reach upward to launch onto the door handle with all his strength. to heave it open.

There is a moment of pure unadulterated joy that he was able to get this far when Danny encounters a slight problem. There is a force field right inside the doorway.

He figures this out when he slams into an invisible wall. A startled yelp is ripped from his throat as he stumbles back, blinking owlishly at the flickering force field light that gleams and ripples mockingly at him.

For half a second, he thinks that one of his siblings had pranked him by putting up plastic wrap to have him walk into it.

Except for the man in a brown trench coat who is staring down at him with an open mouth.

"Brucie!" Bruce shouts pushing the stranger out of the way to kneel down. "What happened?"

"He activated my wares to keep out spirits....or in this case keep them in?" Trench coat is staring at Danny with a strange expression. It seems like a cross between intrigued and weary. "What are you?"

"I already told you, this is my counterpart from a different universe," Bruce says helping Danny into a sitting position. "We confirmed it the first night he was here. Both DNA and our multi-universal tests came back positive."

"Batty, I highly doubt you have the technology to test for dimension travelers-"

"I do. I used it on every Flash I have ever come across, every time I see them."

"......I know I call you batty but honestly Batty that's alarming."

Danny's eyes flicker between them before he activates his intangibility. It's an ability that doesn't require his full form, however just as he's starting to slip through Bruce's fingers his legs slam against a similar field just a few inches from the floor.

His knees pop loudly and Danny screeches.

"Brucie!"

"Yeah, I wouldn't do that. My wards are all around us. I put them up after finding your cave drenched in otherworld energy. Figured I was protecting you not capturing you."

Danny's yanks his legs up, trying to crawl away from the man. Bruce throws an arm in front of him and Danny foolishly presses himself into the older man's back, trying to shield away from the very alarmingly competent Ghost Hunter.

"You leave him alone. He is not a threat. He is just a civilian boy who happens to be a meta" Bruce's voice is low and dangerous. Danny has never heard him speak like that, even while dressed as Batman.

"Batty, whatever that is, it is certainly not a civilian let alone a boy. The amount of will it took just to keep my wards up by him hitting against them by accident is nothing to sneeze at." Trench Coat insists, pulling out a stone with a strange marking on it. Danny squints at the symbols and then gasps when he recognizes them.

ᛙᛁ⸜⸍ˎ⸜ᛍ╵╮ˎ◟ᛍ╵

It's Fenton Works spelled out in runes, medieval runes to be exact. Danny knows because Jazz and he had a bonding phase where they translated the family name and business. They would carve the symbols into hundreds of wood plates, to bond with their aunt.

"Yeah, even the Witch Boy flinched at this seal." The man smirks, holding out the plat as if he were warding off a spirit. Danny cowers more behind Bruce."You have no idea what I had to trade to get this"

"What the hell are you doing?" Tim's voice cuts through the tension. He is standing in the doorway, arms crossed and face dark. Behind him are the rest of the Waynes. None of them are looking friendly.

"Constantine." Bruce growls. "You are on thin ice. Backdown. Now".

"Not to be disrespectful Batty, but that thing is-"

"His name is Bruce Wayne, You will do well to remember it. " Damian cuts in. The blond man holding- his own carving?- tilts his head.

"But that's not your name is it?" He asks Danny, who swallows. He presses closer to Bruce and watches the Waynes slowly circle Constantine. It's obvious they are about to jump him and Danny-

Danny realized that he may have tried to run but that obviously wasn't going to work. He couldn't hide either, because they found him.

He needed to come clean.

"Wait." He says, his voice stilling the room in a way that only those with complete control. He scoots to the right leaving Bruce's protection. "Wait. He's right. I'm not Bruce Wayne. My name is Danny Fenton. I've been lying to you all. I'm sorry."

"Fenton?" Constantine repeats confused but he doesn't get to continue because Bruce pulls him back behind him.

"You aren't lying. We knew you had a different name, you're still my counterpart."

What.

"Yeah Danny, we kind of knew from day one that you were a version of Bruce even if it was under a different name" Dick laughs. "You told Tim your real name a few days ago as well as your universe coordinates. We already confirmed its location and Tim is working on a ship for you."

What

"We knew. You Bruce." Cass says looking right at Danny. "We since the day we found you."

That's....not right at all.

"No. I'm Danny Fenton. I'm not a version of Bruce. I can prove it!" He shouts, throwing his hand on Bruce's back. He makes his core glow, knowing no two people could ever have the same one unless they are variants of timelines.

That's why Dani's core won't glow with him but Dan will.

Constantine nods his head "A core glow test. That will prove that you aren't Bruce and are something that's pretending to be him. Claiming to be part of the King's family is also a bold claim."

"Look ma I never claim to be part of some King's family I only-"

Twin blue and green glows burst from Danny's and Bruce's chest and Danny's words die on his tongue. Constantine drops his hand in shock.

"See? You are Brucie!" Dick laughs as if he hadn't just shattered Danny's entire world viewpoint. He could only gape at the group of people before Bruce placed a hand on his head.

"I'm sorry. If I had known you knew where your world was located we would have gotten you home to your parents weeks ago. You must have been so scared. Don't worry. We'll have you home soon."

Again and with great feeling, he will say what!?

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #cave boy #part 9 #Danny was actaully Bruce all along #Constantine sweating bullets that he threaten the King's family with the King #They found him and he was unconsious for days #Tim is building him a ship as a appology

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cookeybg · 2 months

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Unexpected Cohabitation a JonDami fic

Before we get to the story I have a few words to say...

First of all, Hello!

Not sure if this will reach anyone, but I had an itch to write, so I did. I almost never post anything. I have reposted a couple things but I'm mostly a lurker and enjoy others creativity and thoughts, I like to think of myself as a cat with few brain cells.

Anyways, I read a manga YEARS ago and enjoyed it greatly and thought to myself, "Wouldn't it be funny/interesting if Jon and Damian were stuck in this situation?" Let's see if anyone eventually gets what manga I was reminiscing.

Now, this is the first time I've ever posted anything I've written and I am not confident AT ALL if this is going to be any good, but I really hope someone out there enjoys reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it...Also not sure if I should post it on Ao3???

Well enough of my ramblings on to the story.

Title: Unexpected Cohabitation

Main Characters: Jonathan Kent and Damian Wayne (some of the others show up too, the list is too long)

Eventual relationship: Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne (my fave)

Stuff to know: No capes, reverse robins, high school AU, no smut, no Brucie Wayne, I know nothing about sports but it will show up, (aaand I think that's it, will add more if it comes up)

Part 1 - Chapter 1

Jon placed his lunch tray next to Kathys’ as he discreetly looked around the lunch room trying to catch a glimpse of his crush. He had only briefly seen him at the mall during summer break and in a panic hid from him behind a rack of clothes. He had regretted not saying hello and had daydreams of himself going up to him, all cool and complementing the brown eyed boy’s pink fluffy hair and then asking him out to watch a movie at the mall theater. Sadly, the daydreams would come crashing down when he remembered his mother placing shirts in front of him and trying to measure him up before heading into the dressing room. It’s not that he was embarrassed of his mom its just, he was wearing sweats and an old hoodie since none of his clothes fit him anymore due to his growth spurt and, well, his mom could be a bit much, sometimes. Throughout the whole shopping trip when she would meet an acquaintance or friend she kept gushing about how quick kids grew and how she wished they would just stop sometimes. Jon would have to bury himself if anyone from school had been exposed to that.

“Looking for Jay?” Kathy asked. Jon looked at Kathy like a deer caught in the headlights and immediately turned red. He sat down abruptly causing his tray to nearly tip unto him. He scrambled to right his milk carton before it fell. Once settled, he sighed and mumbled, “That obvious?” Kathy smirked and bit into her carrot stick making a loud snap. Jon squirmed while opening his milk carton, he took a big swing, pointedly ignoring Kathy’s stare. “Why don’t you just confess?” Kathy asked. “Confess?” Jon spluttered, “He doesn’t even know I exist!” “Jon, you two were in the same history class last year. He knows who you are.” “Yeah. But we never talked.” “Then, how about you talk to him?” That would be so awkward…” Jon bit into his chicken strip. Kathy rolled her eyes and sighed in exasperation. Jon smirked and leaned in conspiratorially, “But I have a plan.” “And that is?” “I’m joining the journalism club.” “What!” Kathy yelled in surprise and then moderated her voice when some people who she startled glared at her, “ I thought you were going to join the baseball team this year, since, you know, your not in a cast anymore.” “The doctor has given the all clear and physical therapy is all done. The doctor was very impressed with how quickly I healed.” “Will they even let you do both clubs?” “Yep, I asked!” Their conversation was cut short when a murmur spread through the cafeteria like a wave. The main players of the baseball team stepped through the open double doors, all nine wearing their letterman jackets. In the lead was the most popular guy in school, Damian Wayne. Whose father was nicknamed the Prince of Gotham. Who in turn married an actual princess from some far off land, giving Damian actual royal blood. Girls wanted him and guys wanted to be him, but from what Jon had heard, guys wanted him too. Damian’s bright green eyes stood out against his brown skin, his gold earring glinted under the florescent light. He scanned the cafeteria with what looked like a sense of boredom. Colin, Jon called him Damian’s second in command, had one arm casually draped around Damian’s shoulders gesticulating wildly with his free hand. The group laughed at whatever the Colin said, but Damian only smiled as he started walking towards their unofficial table. Colin and the rest of the group broke off shoving and cracking jokes at each other while making line to pick up food. Kathy whistled beside Jon, “Now he’s someone who doesn’t know you exist.” “He looks and probably is, conceited.” Jon said offhandedly. “Look at him, he has reason to be.” “Doesn’t mean it’s cool.” “Doesn’t mean he’s not hot.” Jon turned to look at Kathy, but she wasn’t paying attention to him. Instead she was looking in Damian’s direction. Jon looked around and noticed that many were doing the same. He dragged his eyes back to look at Damian. The dude sat straight backed, elegantly eating his homemade meal from some fancy lunch bag that was probably more expensive than anything Jon owned, and scrolling on his phone completely ignoring the many eyes staring at him. Colin returned with the rest of the group nudging Damian and dropping his lunch tray with a loud smack, receiving an unimpressed glare in return. Colin smiled and placed a fruit cup in front of Damian. Jon personally didn’t get the allure. The couple of times he had seen Damian interact with others it was usually acerbic. Somehow that did not lessen his popularity and it left Jon dumbfounded. I good person should be good to others and being polite was a given, his Grandma said so and she was never wrong. Jon shrugged and went back to eating his school lunch. The rest could keep Damian he very much preferred Jay.

I hope you enjoyed it! Will post more soon, hopefully.

#damian wayne #jonathan kent #jon kent #damian al ghul #damian and jon #high school au #no capes au #jondami #supersons #fanfic #fanfiction #should I post on ao3 #first time writing #i hope someone likes it #be gentle

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disillusioneddanny · 1 year

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A Love Story for the Ages Day 1 firsts/lasts

Danny Fenton was nine years old when he met Bruce Wayne for the first time. Jack had decided that they needed to go to Gotham City to investigate ghosts. Danny was just happy to go on some kind of road trip and get out of dreary Amity Park. He had even somehow managed to convince Jazz to take him to the park to play while their parents were off running around and looking for ghosts that were nowhere to be found.

It was at the park that Danny had met eight year old Brucie Wayne. The little boy was also at the park that day with his butler, Alfred.

“Hi! My name’s Danny!” The little boy had said, running up to the little boy who was climbing up the jungle gym. The dark headed boy looked down at him and smiled.

“I’m Brucie!” he said, waving down at him.

“Can I play with you?” Danny asked, looking up at the child. Brucie just nodded his head once, a happy smile on his face, content with the fact that he was making a friend all on his own. Danny climbed onto the jungle gym and looked over at the boy. “Wanna race?”

“Yes!” Brucie cheered before the two continued to climb, higher and higher to see who could get there first. Danny let out a whoop as he made it to the top. He reached a hand down to help Brucie on the last step. Bruce took his hand and allowed the older boy to pull him up.

“I’ve never gotten to the top before,” Brucie said, staring down at the ground. “I feel so tall!”

Danny giggled. “I do too! It’s so fun!”

“Can we be friends?” The younger boy asked, looking over at Danny with a hopeful smile. “I don’t have any friends.”

“I don’t have any either,” Danny said. “But we can be best friends! I can give you my parents number and we can call each other all the time after I go home on Friday.”

“You’re going home?” Bruce asked, tilting his head to the side. Danny let out a sad whine of confirmation and nodded his head.

“Yeah, my parents are here for work and they brought me and my sister with them. I’m just here for a week,” he said, swinging his feet, the ends of his shoelaces dragged along the bar below his foot.

“That’s okay, we can still be best friends! We can call each other all the time and maybe I can come visit you sometime?” Bruce said. Danny perked up and nodded his head once, agreeing with the plan. “Cool! I can’t wait to tell my mom and dad about you! I’ve never had a friend before.”

Danny laughed and looked over at his new best friend. “Wanna see something cool?” He asked. Bruce nodded once before he let out a gasp as Danny launched himself into the air and landed on the ground, letting out a happy whoop when he landed on his feet.

“That was so cool!” Bruce shouted before following suit. The two boys continued to play until the sun started to set and Jazz and Alfred respectively told the boys that it was time to go.

Every single day for the rest of the week, Danny and Bruce found themselves playing together at the park. They created adventures, and told one another stories. They fought imaginary monsters and saved fake princesses from dragons.

“I’m gonna miss you,” Bruce said softly, a hiccup in his voice as he held back his tears. Danny wiped at his eyes and nodded once.

“Me too, Brucie. But I’m gonna call you every single day!” Danny said. “And it isn’t goodbye, we’re gonna see each other again.”

“I love you, Danny,” Bruce said, finally letting his tears fall down his cheeks. Danny sniffed and hugged Bruce tight.

“I love you too, Brucie,” the boy said, burying his face in Bruce’s shoulder. It was the first time that Bruce and Danny had ever told one another “I love you.” But it was not going to be the last.

Once Danny left, the two had continued with their daily phone calls, spending hours talking about nothing of importance, just how their days were going and what they thought of school. Sometimes Danny would tell Brucie about the newest crazy thing his parents were doing. Bruce would tell him about the boring galas that his parents would drag them to. It wasn’t the easiest friendship with how far apart they were. But it was theirs and it meant the world to both little boys.

That is, until the accident happened.

“Brucie? What’s wrong?” Danny asked, listening to his best friend sniffle on the other side of the phone. It wasn’t their usual time to talk to one another. In fact, Brucie had called super late at night. Mom had only let Danny talk to him because he sounded upset.

“Mama and Papa died,” he said softly. “I don’t know what to do.”

Danny felt his heart sink. “I’m sorry Brucie,” he said quietly. “I’m gonna ask mom and dad to see if we can come see you. It’s gonna be okay, Brucie, everything is gonna be okay.”

Brucie let out a soft sniff. For the first time in Danny’s young life, he felt absolutely helpless. A week later, Danny had managed to convince his mother to fly out with him to Gotham City for Martha and Thomas Wayne’s funerals. As soon as Bruce spotted him, he ran straight towards his best friend, Danny held the boy tight as he sobbed into his shoulder.

“It’s gonna be okay, Brucie. Everything is going to be okay,” he said softly, hugging his best friend tight.

After that, the calls continued on daily but the conversations turned into hours long conversations as Bruce told Danny everything going on in his life and his desire for revenge. Danny found himself treasuring every moment he had with Bruce as his own parents started to slip away from him, the neglect growing exponentially as they started to focus more on their experiments than they did their children.

Bruce is thirteen when he gets the call from Danny. “Danny? What’s wrong?” He asked. At this time their calls had gone down from daily to weekly, high school and middle school now kicking their asses and keeping them busier than they would have liked.

“Something happened to me, Bruce. I don’t know what to do,” Danny whispered, his voice shaky. “I was with Sam and Tucker in my parent’s lab and I was trying to impress them. Bruce, I think I died,” he said, voice breaking at the end.

“What do you mean you died? I’m talking to you right now, Danny. You’re fine,” Bruce said with a frown.

“No, you don’t understand. Something’s wrong with me. I keep falling through walls, I can fly now, I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I think it’s because of the portal. It opened with me in it,” he whimpered. “Bruce, I’m a freak.”

“Danny, you are not a freak. I don’t know what happened but you’re going to be okay, do you understand? Have you told your parents what happened?” He asked, glaring down at his desk and feeling utterly helpless. He hated moments like this where the distance between him and his best friend became a hassle and kept him from comforting his friend in the way that he would like.

“No! They can’t know about this, if they find out they’ll try to experiment on me. You know how they are, B. If they find out I have powers, they’re gonna think something’s wrong with me and they’re gonna run tests and-”

“You’re catastrophizing again,” Bruce chided. “Look, you’re still coming to Gotham in a few weeks for Spring Break, right?”

“Yeah, mom already bought my plane ticket to come see you guys,” Danny said shakily.

“When you get here, we’ll figure out what’s wrong. It’s gonna be okay, Danny. Everything’ll be okay,” Bruce said softly.

“Thanks for letting me stay here with you guys,” Danny said, the bags under his eyes darker than ever as he set his duffle bag down in the foyer. Bruce frowned.

Danny’s parents had learned about Danny’s accident. They hadn’t taken it well. From what Danny had said, they hadn’t tried to experiment on him or rip him apart molecule by molecule. Instead they had asked him to leave. His parents had kicked their sixteen year old son out of their house like he was trash.

The fifteen year old simply pulled Danny into his arms and gave him a tight hug. “It’s gonna be okay. This can be your home now, me and Alfred will take care of you,” he whispered, holding Danny close. Danny sobbed into his shoulder, squeezing Bruce’s waist tight.

Bruce is sixteen years old when he finally manages to get the nerve to kiss Danny. They’re curled up in the entertainment center watching some movie that Danny had been super excited about.

“Danny, look at me,” Bruce whispered, watching the way Danny’s eyes shone in the dark room. His otherworldliness more prominent in the dark. Danny glanced over and smiled.

“What is it, B? Are you getting tired? We can finish the movie tomorrow if you want,” he suggested.

“Can I kiss you?” Bruce asked quietly, slinking his hand down to take Danny’s hand in his.

Danny blushed a beautiful red. “I think I’d like that,” he whispered back. Bruce’s heart pounded as he leaned in close and closed the difference between the two of them. Danny’s lips are soft is the first thing Bruce thinks of. They’re soft and they taste like butter and salt from the popcorn and they’re warm. Bruce never wants to pull away. It’s their first kiss, but it was definitely not going to be their last if Bruce has anything to say about it.

“I have to do this, Danny,” Bruce said, glaring at his boyfriend. He’s twenty years old now and he’s ready to start training to get stronger, to become someone who can finally get revenge for his parents' murders. He was going to avenge them.

Danny just gave him a small smile and cupped Bruce’s hand in his. “I understand. This is important to you, B. Besides, I can only put off the inevitable for so long. Clockwork is demanding that I start my training to be king.”

Bruce smiled and pressed his face into Danny’s hand. “Can’t believe you’re about to be the king of an entire dimension.”

Danny let out a soft laugh. “It is kinda crazy. Isn’t it?”

“What does this mean for us?” Bruce asked him, taking Danny’s hand and squeezing it tight.

“It means that we’re just not going to see each other very much for a while. But I don’t think anything has to change. I love you, Bruce, distance and time won’t change that, either,” Danny told him. Bruce smiled and pressed a soft kiss to Danny’s lips. They taste like the vanilla of Danny’s chapstick and they’re just as welcoming as always. They remind Bruce of home.

Bruce is thirty three when he sees Danny again. It hadn’t meant to be like this, their lives had become so hectic. Bruce had become Batman, he had an entire city to take care of on his own. Danny was a king, he had no time for himself anymore but he makes sure that Bruce knows he’s there. He leaves notes for Bruce everywhere, letting the Dark Knight know that he is watching.

“What do I do, Danny? How am I going to take care of him?” Bruce asked quietly, watching as his new ward, Dick Grayson slept peacefully in the guest bed.

“Make sure he knows that he’s loved, B,” Danny said, looking down at the boy. “His parents approve of you being his new guardian. They were beyond happy to know that you would be taking care of the boy.”

“Of course, as soon as you told me about him, I had to be there for him. I know what he’s going through, it’s so hard. I would have never wished that on any little kid,” Bruce murmured, still staring down at Dick. Danny twined their fingers together and led him out of the guest room.

“It will be okay, Starlight,” Danny told him quietly. “I can pop in from time to time to check in on you guys. I’m tired of this distance,” he said.

Bruce nodded tiredly. “I am too,” he murmured as they took a seat on his bed. Danny curled up around Bruce’s side and slipped a leg between the vigilante’s. “How are things going in the realms?”

“Exhausting. There’s just been so much to do and I’m only one person,” Danny complained. “How’s the vigilante life going?”

Bruce cracked a small smile. “About the same.”

The two tangled themselves into one another as they got caught up on each of their lives, feeling as though it was just yesterday when they had last seen one another.

Danny watched his lover laying on his bed, his family surrounding him. They were frozen in place. This was a moment between just Bruce and Danny.

“Are you sure that this is what you want?” Danny asked, watching the man he had loved his entire existence start to fade before his eyes. Bruce gave him a tired smile.

“I have lived a long life, Danny. I’m ninety years old, I let you have me for this long,” he rasped out, taking Danny’s smooth hand in his wrinkled and gnarled one. “I’m ready to move on. I want to see my parents again. I would like to see Alfred again.”

“But what about me?” Danny whispered, his voice cracking slightly.

“I’ll see you again too, one day,” Bruce said with a certainty that Danny did not have. The Ghost King frowned down at his love, feeling selfish beyond words as he wracked his brain, trying to think of some reason to keep Bruce here, to keep him living.

“I love you, Brucie,” Danny said softly, leaning down to press a kiss to the old man’s cheek.

“I love you too, Danny,” Bruce told him, one last time.

#Danny Fenton #Danny Phantom #Bruce Wayne #dpxdcshipweek2023 #dp x dc crossover #Danny Fenton x Bruce Wayne #spirit halloween #Day 1 #pop writes #dis writes

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haveihitanerve · 2 months

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so this is my attempt at this fic idea i saw in a post a long while back about Bruce not giving up when his kids are threatened, even though hes injured to the breaking point and the kids are just forced to watch, forced to see his dedication to him, forced to sit and do nothing. yeah. this is my attempt-

Bruce Wayne was on his way to work when it happened. It was not planned. These things never were. The sudden injection to his side had him wheeling and socking the man in the face. That was all he managed before the drugs took him.

Bruce awoke to the taste of mud in his mouth. He breathed slowly, keeping his eyes closed as he tried to take in his surroundings slowly, without the threat of someone knowing he was awake. That attack had been planned. His arms were wrapped in rope and tied up behind his head. Bruce breathed deeply, hoping that whoever was watching him, if they were watching at all, he was just bruce wayne at this moment anyway, would think he was just shifting in his sleep. The smell was distinctly Gotham. Still in Gotham. And outside. No building, no matter how good of a ventilation system could keep the smell of gotham out, but they tried. But this smelled like pure, unfiltered Gotham. He was kneeling on floor that was unfamiliar to him, but felt distinctly like dirt. For sure outside then. Wait. Not unfamiliar. Bruce knew this ground. He knew this forest. There was only one in Gotham, and he knew it better than he knew the Batcave, having spent a considerable time of his time in his youth in these very woods. He also recognized the divot that was to the left of his right knee. He had a secure bunker nearby. Determining that he had enough information for at least a base plan, bruce allowed his eyes to flutter open. Unsurprisingly, the idiots hadn't thought to blindfold him. Even though he was a rich, arrogant, play boy prick, at least to the public, they had to know that every Gothamite knew at least basic self defense. And that kidnaps were not rare. Even if he wasn't Batman he would have taken the ‘Course for Well Off Victims’ as the press called it, the ‘training for the rich fucks who will probably get kidnapped more times than they’ll get drunk’ as his kids called it. Bruces lips twitched.

A face appeared in front of his. “Ah. So the legendary Bruce Wayne has decided to awaken from his slumber at long last.” Bruce frowned. The face peering at him was fairly basic. Simple brown hair, black eyes. Horrible hygiene. Clear by his breath and stench. Bruce wrinkled his nose. But, bruce noted with no small amount of satisfaction, there was a clear bruise forming around one eye, clearly and poorly covered with makeup that did not match the mans skin tone. But he had more important matters to worry about. “What do you want?” Bruce spat, trying his hardest to look like the disheveled mess that a rich play boy would look like if kidnapped. The man leaned back, smugness written on every inch of his body. “What do i want?’ he twittered. “What do i want?” he repeated, twirling. “Ha!” he got very close to bruce. Bruce managed not to gag only with all the strength of a man trained by assassins in the himalayas. “What i want Brucie wayne.” the man twittered sweetly into his ear. “Is to break you.” He stepped back, a smug and self satisfied look on his face. Bruce held back the urge to roll his eyes. Very few things would manage to break him, and he doubted whatever this twat had brewed up would work even mildly. “You see, i am a great scientist.” Bruce really fought to bite down his groan. The man ignored him, pacing like he was giving an oral report in front of a huge audience instead of to Bruce Wayne, a man he had kidnapped and tied up in the forest. “And i have concocted a little something in my labs. A few little somethings actually.” he smirked. “Just in case. But i doubt you'll survive past the first one.” He laughed lightly. “Never the less,” he cocked his head. “Perhaps i misspoke actually,” he mused. “I do not simply wish to break you. I wish to hurt you. To make you scream. And then finally kill you. But not before you beg for mercy.” Bruce didn't hold back the eye roll this time. He also didn't bother asking what hed done to offend this man, because clearly he was always offending people and this one in excess seemed eager to tell him what hed done wrong. So bruce stayed quiet. The man blinked, coming to a stop. “Not gonna say anything?” he asked. “No ask for bail? Begging to be let go? Offering me all your money? Nothing?” he seemed a little put out. “Whats your name?” Bruce asked instead. It was getting a little annoying referring to him as just ‘the man’ The man(urgh) blinked in surprise, but, even more surprisingly, answered. ‘He must really be confident in his ability to kill me’ bruce thought. A tendril of unease, small, but there, curled around him. “My name is Stefan Cornilious Bathromleow Marcrowitch the Fifth.” he said proudly, puffing out his chest. Bruce pulled a face. “Corn it is.” he muttered. Corns face snapped in anger. “No!” he snarled. “My name is-!”

“He heard you the first time Corny. But what the man says goes.” Called a familiar voice and bruce almost went limp in relief, smiling as his second eldests voice filled the clearing. “Trust me, we’ve all tried arguing it.” His oldest agreed. Bruce rolled his eyes. “Shut up dickface, im talking!” jason snarled, appearing from behind two trees. He waved at Corn, holding a loaded shotgun. “Mind holding still? It'll make this much quicker.” Corn glared at him. “Red Hood.” he sniffed. “I didn't think you cared for hero work.” “oh, i don't.” Jason assured him. “But my siblings, and pain in ass father, are of a different mind.” He shrugged. “Im trying to be more, family oriented.” Bruce sent him a look. He shrugged again. “What?” “its true.” Three figures hopped from the trees and Corn winced back in surprise as Nightwing, Red Robin and Spoiler stood. “Hey Brucie.” Steph greeted cheerfully. “Nice to see you again.” “fifth kidnapping this week aint it?” Tim asked conversationally. Bruce rolled his eyes. “Not my fault.” he grumbled. “Yeah give the man break. Hes got a hard job.” Another voice chimed and Batgirl appeared. Bruce sent her a glare. “I do actually.” he sniffed. He heard a snicker but couldn't identify if it was all his children laughing or just one. The last two appeared in the form of Orphan and Robin. Corn was looking between all of them, confusion evident on his face. Then he shrugged. “Oh well. Might as well kill off all the vigilantes too. It'll make escaping killing Bruce Wayne much easier.” and with that he pulled a switch out of his pocket and flicked it. They waited. “Just- wait.” Corn said, raising a hand. “It'll take just a sec-” He smiled as a roar echoed from not too far a distance. “Ah there it is. Ta-ta!” he said, grinning, then exploded. They stared in surprise at the space he had just moments before vacated. “I think hes-” “not dead.” Barbara confirmed. “Hes got a low level of magic. It probably teleported him somewhere.” Dick shrugged. “We’ll find him later. He gave us a full name.” Barbara nodded. “Yep. Already found him.” Tim laughed. “Dope.” “um, guys. The roaring is getting louder.” Steph informed them. “No prob.” Jason said, cocking his shotgun. “No!” Damian protested. “Hes right, sounds like an animal.” Cass signed. Jason sighed, but lowered the gun. Bruces ear twitched. He knew that sound. “Everyone get into the bunker.” he ordered, leg moving. He hit the rock two feet away, rolling it on its side. “Tim, code. now.” Tim frowned, but knelt down and activated the code. The bunker opened in between two trees, lifting out of the earth. “What? B whats going on?” Dick asked concerned. “Get in the bunker.” he ordered instead. “I know that creature. Corn said he changed it. Is a scientist. That creature-” he cut off, shuddering. “Its horrible as is. No conscience. No brain. Only wants to kill. It doesn't need food, water. Nothing. It was bred to kill. And hunt. Get. In. The. Bunker.” he growled. Dick had gotten pale. He ushered damian and tim towards the opening in the ground. “Hold on pops!” jason held up a hand. “What about you?” “im coming.” Bruce growled. The roaring was getting closer. “You in first. Now.” Jason frowned, but he obediently stepped down into the bunker, helping cass and barbara down after him. Dick, damian, and and tim were already inside. Steph paused. “Wait. You're tied up.” She moved back towards him to free him just as the creature came barreling into the clearing.

It was even more gruesome than the one bruce had fought. As big as a black bear, the width of a small tank, it towered over them, its long, sharp, yellow teeth dripping with saliva. Its eyes, a horrible, angry, red, zeroed in on Bruce. Steph was frozen, the other kids watching in horror. The creature let out an earsplitting roar and charged. Bruce pulled his arms in front of him, shredding the rope with pure brute strength, and dove into steph, just as the creature barreled into the tree where bruce had been held seconds before. “DAD!!!” Dicks shrill cry just strengthened bruces resolve and he jumped up, slinging steph over one shoulder and dove for the bunker, throwing her inside. Jason let out a yell as her full weight, combined with the force bruce had thrown her, slammed into him, but he stayed on his feet. Bruce turned with his momentum and slammed his foot onto the keypad for the bunker. It slammed shut. “DAD!!!” Dick roared. “NO!!!!” Jason bellowed. Tim slammed his fists against the door, but it was strong and thick and wouldn't budge. The only thing bruce regretted was that the door was clear. So they could still see him. And he could still see them. “Tim! Get us out of here.” Jason roared, helping a disoriented steph to sit down. Tim searched wildly, but there was no pad in sight. Bruce had designed it like that with purpose. Only he could close and open the bunker. And only he knew where to find the keypad to open or close it. The creature roared, already ready to attack him again, slamming into the tree full force only having mildly disoriented him slightly. Now he turned, ready for blood.

The Batkids could do nothing but watch in horror, and slight awe, as their father battled this monster from hell, not giving up for a second. Bruce still jumped around with surprising speed and agility, despite being coated red in his own blood from wounds that would have crippled even Superman. He had pulled moves they had never seen, never even heard of, performed somehow perfectly, even with only one working leg and a broken nose. But he still stood, still fought, at all times remaining between the creature and his children. Always. Even when the monster batted him into a tree with his paw, he always sprang up faster than should be humanly possible, and danced again, always between the monster and his kids. The bears massive paws swiped for him again, and they watched in horror as it shredded the flesh of Bruces upper arm. Bruce roared in pain, but still spun, sending his foot flying for the monster, sending it flying back, ramming through three trees before it slammed to a stop, laying still for a second as it recovered. Bruce stayed standing, legs shaking. His left leg was practically useless, his calf having been shredded an hour into the fight, but he stayed balanced, waiting for the next attack. Slowly, barely, the creature got to its feet and ambled over, sluggish. Dragging its feet. It had only a few wounds, some long gashes down its side from a knife Bruce had managed to hold onto for all of ten minutes before the bear had fucking swallowed it, and there was a flesh wound in its arm where Bruce had fucking bitten it, but was otherwise unharmed. But still, it stopped, just outside of the clearing, and its red eyes still shone as it met the eyes of their Father. Bruce was bleeding from everywhere, his right arm hung uselessly at his side and he leaned further onto his right leg than his left, but he still stood tall. “They. are. Mine.” he growled. “And i will die before you touch a single fucking hair on them.” He snarled. The kids held their breath, They could've imagined it. Maybe it was the fact that they had been watching their Father fight a monster from the deepest pits of hell for over three hours and he still hadn't fallen. Maybe it was because the oxygen in the bunker wasn't the greatest. Whatever the reason, Bruces ears tilted back, almost pinned against his head the way a dog would if threatened. His teeth seemed to sharpen into canines. And his eyes flashed dark black, like a bats. “Mine.” he growled. The creature turned, slowly, and walked away. Tim reached out a shaking hand, poking Jason's side. “What?” Jason asked, still watching his father in awe. “Still think you can beat him?” Tim whispered hoarsely. Gotham had gifted them all. In its own special, horrible way. Dick could run faster, Steph could jump higher, Jason had fangs, Tim didn't need sleep, Damian's eyes glowed like a wolfs, Cass didn't die, Barbara had never shown any signs of age. And Bruce. Bruce. The one who tied them all here. Their tether. The nest. The reason they all stayed, whether they consciously or unconsciously acknowledged it. Bruce was gifted Fatherhood. The right to claim every single one of his children. Mine. The word echoed in every step the children took, it reverberated in every word they said, it bounced around in the back of their minds always. Mine. They were his and he was theirs and there had been no gift bestowed apon anyone greater than that. Mine.

#batfam #bruce wayne #okay but bruce wayne being a badass and not allowing anything to touch his kids is my fav bruce #let bruce be a good dad damn it #he deserves it after all the shit he and his family have been through #just casually tearing anyones throat out who tries to mess with his birds #bats are territorial what can i say #and protective #batman

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to-the-stars8 · 2 years

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Learning to Love Slowly

Jason Todd x Reader All Chapters AO3

25- Jason's Girlfriend and The Dark Knight

“What do you think she’s like?” Stephanie asked as she spun around in the chair in front of the bat computer. “Jason’s girlfriend, I mean.”

Tim, leaning against the table off to her side, snickered. “Probably smart-mouthed like Jason.” Damian nodded silently in agreement as he sharpened his swords next to him.

Duke paused his daydreaming to add in, “Dick said she was nice. Very down-to-Earth.” Cassandra then signed that she had heard the same about you.

Bruce listened to his three kids as he restocked the med-bay across the cave, thinking about what you were like, too. Jason said you were great, but Bruce knew everyone had different definitions of ‘great’--especially with rose-colored glasses on. Dick, though, was a social butterfly that inherently saw the good in most people, so it wouldn’t be too far off that if you had any malicious intent for his brother he could be oblivious to it. Your background check came back clean, not so much as a traffic ticket, but that could also mean you were good at hiding things.

Despite that, Bruce remembered the sincereness in Jason’s voice when he said you were great and the smile that followed after. Genuine content is what Jason seemed to have, a small sign that something was going good in his life. You couldn’t be that bad if you managed to make the most angsty of his children express some sort of happiness in front of him.

Stephanie suddenly gasped, grabbing the edge of the table to stop her spinning. She pointed at the camera showing the foyer. “She’s here!”

Bruce whipped his head around to look at the camera to see you just leaving out of frame with Jason following behind you. From what little he could see, he thought you were pretty, but beauty did not equal goodness.

The three of them took off upstairs, all clamoring about getting all the juicy gossip about their brother since Dick could only provide so little. Bruce slowly followed them, still slightly worried as any father would be.

You were in the living room after having left the kitchen, Jason next to you with an arm thrown behind your shoulders on the back of the couch. From what Bruce could see, you were startled at first by four teens and a little boy practically running up to you two. Jason tried shielding you from the crowd, but you welcomed it with as much grace as you could.

Surprisingly, you were quiet--Not silent, but your voice was softer than Bruce imagined. Why had he expected someone with more loudness considering that Jason was often soft-spoken himself?

When Bruce entered Dick instantly noticed him, quickly shutting everyone up to point out that their father was there. Loudly, Dick called out, “Bruce!” He turned to you. “Have you met Bruce? Brucie Wayne? The Dark Knight?”

Bruce moved toward the two of you, moving to take the free armchair right across from you. When you started to get up to shake his hand, he only told you that no formalities like that were necessary. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Wayne.”

“You too,” He said, still astonished at how soft your voice was. “The drive over was okay?”

You nodded, while Jason snickered saying something along the lines that no one in Gotham could drive to save their lives. Leaning into him, you mumbled something that caused him to wrinkle his nose jokingly at you causing you to giggle a bit.

Bruce said your name and that got your attention, “Are you from Gotham?”

“Born and raised. I grew up not too far from here,” You stated with a grin. “Just a bit closer to the city.”

“Rich kid?” Stephanie asked teasingly.

You shook your head. “Not really. It’s a long story.”

“What do you think of animals?” Damian interjected before anyone else could get a chance to ask you a question.

Pretending to ponder on the question for a moment, you finally answered. “Love ‘em. Jay says you’re big on animals, like all of them.”

“I am, that information is correct.”

Tim finally got to ask his question before Damian went on his usual tangent about animals that bore anyone to death. “Do you work for any Gotham villains?”

“In this economy?” You were shocked, leaning back against the couch, a bit offended. “I wouldn’t be able to make rent.”

Bruce chuckled. “Then, what do you do for work?”

You smiled. “I work at Gotham University in the IT department. It’s easier to be at work and attend class when you work on campus.”

For the next half hour, Bruce and the others threw questions at you like you were being interviewed for a position at the house. Which, in a way, you were. Jason sat up next to you with pride as if to say yeah, you were awesome and his girlfriend. So far, Bruce had to agree with Dick and Jason. You were great, nice, and seemed normal compared to seven vigilantes and counting that were not around you. Which, in Wayne Manor, normalcy was so foreign.

Tim and Damian, who had quickly chalked up the idea of you being loud just because you were Jason’s partner, quickly changed their minds upon further talking to you. The three of you seemed to share the same common interests, and the ones you didn’t, you wanted to ask about. You seemed like a genuinely nice person who wanted to know the family Jason grew up in, which Bruce was more than pleasantly surprised with.

Eventually, when the questions had died down, you finally asked, “I was wondering, Mr. Wayne, do you have any pictures of Jay when he was a kid?”

Jason groaned. “I knew you were going to ask that!”

Bruce got up almost instantly, willing to show any pictures he had of little, chubby, and rosy-cheeked Jay to anyone who asked. Within minutes after disappearing he returned with several thick-bound photo albums. Everyone collectively groaned and now you felt like you bit off a bit more than you could chew.

“Why do I feel like I girl bossed a little too close to the sun,” You stated.

Jason leaned over to whisper in your ear, “Regret asking now?”

“No,” You grinned despite feeling a bit of regret. “I’m hoping there’s a picture of you in your red pill helmet.”

Every passing second Jason was regretting bringing home, but, at the same time, he felt it was so right.

Bruce slapped the top of the stack of books, grinning at you. “I’m having Alfred put on a pot of coffee now as we speak, this will take a while.”

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When It Surfaces, Just Hold Your Breath and Swim - Dick Grayson Imagine [HBO's Titans]

Title: When It Surfaces, Just Hold Your Breath and Swim

Pairing: Dick Grayson X Reader

Based On: Silhouettes

Word Count: 1,495 words

Warning(s): mention of death

Summary: (Y/n) never expected Dick to come back to Gotham. When he does, they wanted to forget all that had happened between them. However, after Dick gets into a fight with Bruce, (Y/n) finds themself remembering the things that led him to run away in the first place.

Author's Note: I rewatched parts of the first episode of season three and I forgot how annoyed I got by Bruce in such a short amount of time.

Part One of "May" [Release Date: 5/14/2023]

Part Two of "May" [Release Date: 5/16/2023]

YEARBOOK - SLEEPING AT LAST WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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After Jason's death, I spent a lot of time in Wayne Manor.

Bruce needed the support. He would never admit it out loud, but I could see it. In how tired his eyes looked, how his shoulders slumped, how he couldn't seem to get a single thought together.

I just wanted to help.

I knew Jason pretty well. After Dick left, Jason took over as Robin. It wasn't the same as the connection that I had with Dick, but he was a nice enough kid.

And I made sure that Bruce knew how I felt about bringing on a new Robin. I warned him about the dangers and what I would do if everything went wrong. I thought something had clicked. Something had changed.

Jason was changing too. I knew it. I could see it.

At least, I thought he was. Before he went after the Joker alone. I didn't know what was all happening when he got back to Gotham. No one told me. I wish someone had. I could've helped.

I knew it was a waste of time to sit and dwell on it, but I couldn't help it.

I could vividly remember Bruce telling me that he had called Dick. We were sitting at the table in silence. I could see his hands fidgeting a bit. If you had told me that admitting something to me was going to make Batman nervous, I would've never believed you. But here he was, guilt now coming from two sources.

I nodded. "Good. He and Jason were close."

"You're- You're not upset?"

"Bruce," I said. "This is your family. Dick and Jason were pretty much brothers. I can't dictate if Dick comes back. I know that."

"I just... I know that you two-"

"Don't worry about us," I explained. "I'll be civil. Now's not the time to worry about me and whatever I still feel about the whole thing."

"Thank you," he mumbled.

"You're welcome, Brucie-"

"Don't call me that."

I chuckled. "Sorry."

Like father, like son.

That was the last that Bruce and I spoke about Dick. When he showed back up at the manor, I was polite. I greeted him, expressed how sorry I was for his loss, and then moved on.

He did the same, but I would catch him looking at me every now and then. Just staring at me with these big, sad eyes. I would ignore it. Again, not the time to worry about any of that.

I didn't think that Dick and I were ever going to have any substantial conversation. Mostly because I didn't want to.

Every time I saw him, I kept thinking back to the time before he left. The sweet moments. The kisses and the nights at my place and the apprehensively planned date nights. It all just played on a loop in my mind whenever I looked at him.

I thought that I could avoid it while he was visiting. That I just had to wait it out.

And then, he showed up at my door.

"Dick," I said as I opened the door.

He forced a chuckle. "I was wondering if Bruce forced you out of this little studio of yours."

I ignored the comment about my living situation and my stubbornness. "What are you doing here?"

"Can I come in," he asked.

"Why?"

"I... I got in a fight with Bruce. It was bad."

And despite my anger and need to avoid him, I stepped to the side and let him in. I pictured the nights when this happened before. The nights just before Dick left when he'd show up and beg to stay with me for the night.

It was all very familiar.

Dick sat down on my couch and covered his face with his hands. I heard him sigh. I closed and locked the door.

"Want anything to drink or eat or something," I asked.

"Some water. Please."

I nodded.

When I put his glass down, I stepped back and leaned against the wall opposite him. I don't know why I couldn't sit next to him. I couldn't tell if it would simply remind me of too much or if I couldn't trust myself being so close to him.

"What happened?" I crossed my arms over my chest.

"He was looking for replacements," he muttered. "Already."

I took a sharp breath.

"I was trying to tell him about this chemical that I found in a loft that Jason had. But I found a file of names."

"Dick, I'm sorry."

"I thought that this changed him. I thought that... that if me running away didn't make something click, then losing Jason would."

I closed my eyes and looked down for a moment. "I thought he had."

When I looked back, Dick was watching me with his eyebrows furrowed.

"After you left and Bruce took on Jason, I kind of... I kind of ripped him a new one," I explained. "I went on and on about him chasing you away, how he better not screw it all up, and how if he did screw it up then I would make his life hell... he seemed to care. A lot.

"He wanted Jason to stop, but he wouldn't explain why. I think that just made Jason feel like a screw-up. I wish that I had yelled at him when Jason died. The only reason that I didn't was because I thought he was truly mourning... that he was changing. I held my tongue out of kindness."

"Bruce didn't want kids. He wanted soldiers."

I didn't argue with that. I knew it was true. "It's not your job to get Bruce to change. It never was. He has to do that on his own. No matter how painful it is."

Dick let out a sigh.

"I wish I would've stood up for you the way that I stood up for Jason."

"I was far too gone for you to help me," he muttered. "It's not your job to fix Bruce either."

"I think I'm learning that."

"Yeah... me too."

There was a long pause between the two of us.

"Can I... Can I stay here tonight," he asked. "I... I'll sleep on the couch if that makes you more comfortable."

"Okay," I nodded. "I'll get you a spare blanket."

"Thanks."

The rest of the night was quiet.

There were a few words exchanged, jokes about me still listening to the same playlist to go to bed, apologies for how uncomfortable the couch was, small inside jokes from before he left. It was nice. It was nice to not have to be awkward with him. Some kind of connection between us was stronger than the hurt from when he took off.

I woke up late that night when a phone started ringing.

It wasn't mine.

I saw Dick sit up as he answered the phone.

I didn't catch much of the conversation. Just Dick asking about what was going on. And then he cursed a bit when the call seemed to drop. He tried to call the number back, but there was clearly no answer. He got up and started passing around the room.

"What's going on," I asked as I sat up.

"Bruce did something dumb," he muttered. "I think he's leaving Gotham. I... I don't know what's happening. He just told me to be better than him and then hung up."

"Let me get some shoes and we'll head out there-"

"What's the point?"

I paused as I stood up. "Because Bruce just did something dumb."

"He will be out of the city before we get out there."

"Then, let's go out there and see if we can figure out what happened," I insisted. "Just in case he hurt someone... or himself."

"Okay," he nodded.

I nodded back before going to grab my shoes and jacket. I grabbed my keys before walking toward the door. "Alright, let's go."

"Thank you," Dick muttered as I locked my door behind us.

"No need-"

"(Y/n), I'm serious," he grabbed my wrist. I turned back to him.

"I know," I promised, placing my hand over his. "You shouldn't have to deal with this. You didn't pick this life. And you're still getting pulled into Bruce's crap. I'm sorry."

He didn't speak, but he also didn't let go of my wrist.

"Dick-"

I was caught off guard when Dick leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. I froze, torn between leaning away from him and staying where I was. He pulled away before I had to make that choice.

"I'm sorry," he muttered.

"It's alright," I mumbled. I grinned a bit as a memory of our first kiss played in my mind. "Come on. We've got places to be."

He finally let go of my wrist and nodded. A small grin pulled at his lips.

Those replaying memories suddenly seemed far less overwhelming... they were comforting.

And that was all the change that I truly needed.

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Short Clark/Bruce fic based on this prompt:

Clark Kent sat at his desk, diligently working on his latest article for the Daily Planet. He was engrossed in his task when he felt a familiar presence behind him. He turned around to find Bruce Wayne, the charismatic billionaire, leaning casually against his desk, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Bruce flashed Clark a charming smile and winked, causing Clark's cheeks to flush a deep shade of red. He tried to focus on his work, but Bruce's flirty antics always managed to throw him off balance.

"Hey there, handsome," Bruce said, his voice dripping with playful charm. "Working hard or hardly working?" Clark cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "Bruce, can't you see I'm busy? I have deadlines to meet."

Bruce chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Oh, come on, Smallville. You know I can't resist teasing you. It's just too much fun." Clark's embarrassment only grew as Bruce continued to flirt shamelessly. He would blow kisses in Clark's direction, causing the reporter's eyes to twitch in annoyance and his heart to flutter in secret fondness.

"Seriously, Bruce," Clark muttered, his voice barely audible. "Can't you save the flirting for after work?" Bruce leaned in closer, his voice low and seductive. "But where's the fun in that, Boyscout? I love seeing you all flustered. It's adorable."

Clark's face turned an even deeper shade of red, and he averted his gaze, pretending to be engrossed in his work. He couldn't deny that Bruce's attention made him feel special, even if it was a bit overwhelming at times.

As the day wore on, Bruce's flirtatious behavior only intensified. He would leave little notes with cheesy pick-up lines on Clark's desk, or send him playful text messages that made Clark's heart skip a beat. It was a constant battle between annoyance and affection for the mild-mannered reporter.

Finally, as the workday came to a close, Clark couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. He gathered his things, ready to escape the whirlwind of Bruce's teasing for the day.

"Hey, Clark," Bruce said, his voice laced with playful charm. "I was wondering if you'd like to join me on patrol tonight. I could use some company." Clark raised an eyebrow, slightly taken aback by Bruce's invitation. "Patrol? You mean as Batman?"

Bruce nodded, a sly smile forming on his lips. "Exactly. I thought it would be fun to have the dynamic duo back in action. What do you say, partner?" Clark hesitated for a moment, considering the offer. He knew that patrolling with Bruce would mean dealing with his relentless flirting and teasing, but there was also an undeniable thrill in working together.

"Alright, Bruce," Clark finally agreed, a small smile playing on his lips. "I'll join you on patrol. But please, try to keep the flirting to a minimum." Bruce chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "No promises, my dear Superman. But I'll do my best to behave... somewhat."

Clark's eyes widened, his heart racing. He had always been secretly fond of Bruce's antics, even if they did embarrass him to no end. And the thought of spending more time with Bruce outside of work was undeniably appealing.

As they walked out of the office together, Clark couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and excitement. Bruce's relentless flirting may have driven him crazy, but deep down, he knew he wouldn't have it any other way. After all, it was all part of their unique dynamic, and Clark secretly enjoyed every moment of it.

As they took to the skies, Clark in his iconic red and blue suit and Bruce in his dark, intimidating Batman attire, they soared through the city, keeping a watchful eye for any signs of trouble.

But even in the midst of their crime-fighting duties, Bruce couldn't resist his playful antics. He would blow kisses in Clark's direction, commenting on how perfectly Superman's costume fit him, and making cheeky remarks about their partnership.

Clark couldn't help but feel a mix of annoyance and amusement. He tried to focus on the task at hand, but Bruce's relentless flirting managed to distract him, causing his cheeks to flush with embarrassment. "Bruce, can you please focus?" Clark said, his voice tinged with exasperation. "We're supposed to be fighting crime, not engaging in a flirtatious banter."

Bruce grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, come on, Clark. Where's your sense of fun? Besides, I can't help but appreciate how good you look in that suit. It's like it was made just for you." Clark rolled his eyes, but a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He couldn't deny that Bruce's attention made him feel special, even if it did come at the most inconvenient times.

As the night went on, they successfully thwarted several criminal activities, their teamwork seamless and effective. And despite Bruce's constant teasing, Clark found himself enjoying their time together, the banter and the shared adrenaline rush. Bruce's voice grew softer, almost intimate. "You know, Clark, I hope you don't think all my flirting is just a joke. I've been trying to ask you out on a date, if you'll have me."

Clark's heart skipped a beat, and he momentarily lost focus, nearly missing a criminal fleeing the scene. He quickly regained his composure, his cheeks flushing with a mix of surprise and delight. "Bruce, are you serious?" Clark asked, his voice filled with a mix of hope and disbelief.

Bruce's voice held a hint of vulnerability. "Absolutely. I've been fond of you for a while now, and I thought the flirting was my way of showing it. But if you'd rather I stop, I will." Clark couldn't help but smile, his heart swelling with affection. "No, Bruce. I don't want you to stop. I've been secretly fond of your antics too. And a date sounds... wonderful."

In that moment, as they continued their crime-fighting duties, Bruce leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on Superman's cheek. It was a sweet, stolen moment amidst the chaos, a promise of what was to come. "Good," Bruce whispered, his voice filled with tenderness. "Because I can't wait to take you out. You mean more to me than you'll ever know."

By the time they returned to the Batcave, Clark couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "You know, Bruce, as annoying as your flirting can be, I have to admit, it does make our crime-fighting adventures a little more... interesting." Bruce grinned, removing his cowl and revealing his charming smile. "I knew you secretly enjoyed it, Clark. It's all part of our dynamic, after all."

Clark shook his head, a fondness evident in his eyes. "Yeah, I suppose it is. But don't think I won't give you a hard time about it later." Bruce chuckled, stepping closer to Clark. "I wouldn't expect anything less, my dear. Now, how about we grab a late-night snack? I promise, no flirting this time." Clark laughed, feeling a warmth in his heart. "Deal, Bruce. Just a snack, no teasing. I'll hold you to that."

#Superbat #Superman #clark kent #Bruce Wayne #Bruce x Clark #Clark x Bruce #batman x superman #Batman #Superbat fic

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ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole · 8 months

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Look at my lips and listen closely

Master list

Ok, I've listened to a lot of Dead Pony recently and ended up mis-hearing a line or two in bullet farm which sent off a cascade of tangential thoughts (which is pretty standard really) and voila this is the nonsense that was created. Well sort of, characters then decided to evolve and take over as well in ways I wasn't expecting so it's more of a 'voilà' and 'oh, I was not expecting to write that' and 'ok, that's a new direction to the original loose plan… concept'

Ta for reading 😘

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Bruce stared at the trio across the ballroom. They were positioned in such a way he couldn't see their lips. Their conversation was hidden causing him to feel a rising panic as the sound slowly faded while his heart beat sped up. He tried to figure out why they were here. Why now?

Bruce's heart felt like it would burst out his chest if it wasn't for all his years training. It wouldn't surprise him if he received a call from Clark in a moment or two to check to see how he was doing with how loud it felt to him. The years of training seemed to vanish and he felt like he was a newly christened twenty year old vigilante finding his feet in the world, learning how to mask and misdirect.

Taking an actual drink from his glass for once, Bruce took a second to compose himself. The slightly aromatic taste danced on his tongue, grounding him back to the present. To look at him, he'd still look like Brucie, playboy turned father, but from the curious glances his children sent him, he knew that he wasn't hiding his concern particularly well.

Across the room it appeared like his past was finally catching up with him in the most unexpected ways. He really had not foreseen that these three people would ever meet. There were links of course. The potential that they could meet, he just had never considered that they would.

They all lived at some point in the same country, and the blondes ran in potentially similar social circles but their lifestyles and personalities were so different it was hard to see them meeting… and connecting. Particularly… no… he wouldn't… would he?

Frowning Bruce mused about Ra's and how he liked playing mind games and well, after so many years of not seeing any of them, it wasn't a hard stretch of the imagination that this was the lastest mind game the megalomaniac near immortal would play. Pulling his Brucie facade close, Bruce greeted Dick who appeared at his side and leant into his arm while Jason joined them. The younger man's arms folded and wearing a frown that mirrored Bruce's own internal one.

"So, B, what's got you upset."

Laughing jovially causing his sons to wince at the fakeness, Bruce wrapped an arm around his boys and guided them somewhere slightly more secluded.

"Oh nothing Dickie. Are you and Jaylad ok? Your siblings?"

Picking up Bruce's unsaid meaning, Jason quickly sent a text to the others to meet them as Dick scanned the crowds. A surge of protective pride flooded Bruce at his boy's growth, they'd come a long way from the boys he adopted all those years ago.

By the more quiet balcony the rest of the Wayne's and adjacents congregated waiting for Bruce to spill the deets. They'd all clocked the trio that seemed to be the source of Bruce's unusual anxiety and waited in semi baited breath.

"Spill old man. What's the deal?"

"Gnnn"

"So eloquent B. Spit it out."

"I slept with that trio."

"Shocker! Who haven't you dated or slept with? Diana and Clark aren't the first you've had a ménage à trois with, big deal. What's the issue?"

"Not together. One's a model, another an heiress and the other I met training at the LoA."

"Gross Bossman. T.M.I!"

"So we have a Ra's situation?"

"What would grandfather want to do with a model and heiress?"

"I don'ge'it. Ken's an assassin? No offence Blondie."

"Full offence Jay! Why can't blonds be assassins?"

"Nothing against blond's, just, him?! I stuck out when I was there, him! He'd be a walking target. He looks as threatening as a wet kitten."

"Not all that trained with grandfather were brutes Todd. It could be part of his style to disarm his prey, mother's preference was harmless seduction anyway."

"Talia… harmless… *cackles* you're joking right?!"

Bruce pinched his nose as his children bickered around him trying to draw the attention back to himself.

"*Cough* HE isn't the assassin *cough* He is… was the model. She, Marinette, the dark haired one. She was who I met when," Bruce paused as a group of socialite's walked past. "I met her when I was travelling. I was with Adrien shortly after when I got back. I knew Chloe from childhood."

"You mean Tinkerbell is the one we're concerned about?!" Jason raised his eyebrows in surprise then started to reassess the trio.

"It's what Ra's is up to that concerns me. Why she… they would target Adrien and or Chloe?"

"You're about to find out B."

Acknowledging Tim's input, Bruce watched as Chloe had split off from the others, her gold dress sparkling under the chandelier's, her icy ruling aura making guests part like the sea much like she did in childhood. Marinette continued to talk to the group they were with as Adrien started weaving his way through the crowds. Slipping on his Brucie persona yet again, Bruce grabbed two drinks from a passing waiter as he grinned (honestly not even having to fake his fondness) as Adrien sauntered towards him.

The moment Adrien got close enough to the Wayne's, in full Brucie style, Bruce dragged Adrien into a warm, fully embracing, hug as he scouted out the ballroom. His woody cologne filled Bruce's nose as he breathed the man's scent in. He would be ready to protect his ex paramour from an attack.

"Adi baby!! Long time no see sweetheart. How are you, gorgeous? What brings you to this spectacular event… have you tried the wine? Isn't it devine."

Leaning away to greet Bruce with a customary la bise, Adrien returned to melt into Bruce's arms. Succumbing to the legacy of spending so much time touch starved in childhood. Bruce carefully manoeuvred him so he could hold him close while passing him the glass of sparkling wine.

"Brucie! It's good to see you too, mon amour. Meow are you? I'm purrr-fect at the moment. I've taken over the family business. I came here with my chief designer and COO. Mari and Chlo, have you met Marinette or Chloe actually? Hang on, I'll get them over here to meet you, where is she? Anyway they say I need to network more."

Adrien scanned the crowd looking for the blood-red dressed assassin and golden heiress he had come with before turning secretly to Bruce and his family.

"Which I sup-pawse they're correct." Adrien brings his hand up in a staged overly loud whisper, "don't tell them I said that though!"

His captivating emerald eyes sparkle into Bruce's steely blue ones in amusement. Looping his arm through Bruce's Adrien leans against the giant man like a feline seeking warmth, to Bruce's children's amusement.

"I finally escaped modelling. Father took ill, much like maman and Natalie did, it was a slight cat-asrophe with lots of drama. But I'm in charge. Business is far more fun than posing, you know, the proper cats pawjamas. I guess you do given…"

Adrien waved his arm about before smiling up at Bruce in a fond manner, his lips catching the light as a clear gloss coated them along with embroidered playful cats decorating his suit, diverting Bruce's attention momentarily. Bruce had forgotten how affectionate and almost cat-like he was with his tactility. The firm muscles hidden under his fitted figurative cat suit tantalised Bruce with memories of late night rendezvous. It was what had drawn him originally to Selina, the familiarity and reminder to the man beside him.

"Ooo, let's grab Mari and Chlo a glass of this devine purr-seco as you say. They'll be done talking business by now, I hope. I'm sure they'll join us in a meow-ment. The papers say you're a family man now mon amour. By the looks of it, it's true? Finally dark and mysterious men adopt litters of children in Gotham?"

Bruce winced internally, this wasn't going to be easy as Adrien seemed to be fond of the potential threat. That also being said Bruce felt the need to find Chloe too. Despite the chemistry that still simmered between him and Adrien, she was still at risk. The woman he shared his first kiss with. The snarky woman he'd watch with Ollie verbally decimate Lex 'just for funsies'. He glanced around the party goers again while appearing to look at his throng of children that surrounded him.

"Ah, yes, I can't comment on bat but mine fill the house with noise and chaos and my life with colour. I'm so proud of them even though they are the cause of me going grey."

"Not pawsible! You hardly have a wrinkle chéri, are you sure you are not modelling and not doing it for moi?! Or well my company?"

Bruce let out a loud laugh before placing a kiss on Adrien's forehead as he watched Marinette weave closer towards the pair and his children slowly close ranks protectively. He bit back the smile as he watched her slightly stumble but gracefully rescue it to look purposeful. Bruce focused on the problem at hand and to suppressed and parked how he felt for her while at Nanda Parbat.

"Bruce darling. What a surprise to see you, I didn't know you knew Adrien as well."

"Mari, you know Bruce too?"

Marinette slipped gracefully between the Wayne's and came up close to Adrien who slipped out of Bruce's hold to hug her. The quick kiss of her cherry red lips on Adrien cheek which he happily returned sent an unexpected jealousy through Bruce. He wasn't sure if it was because Adrien had left his space, because he was close to Marinette or that they shared a bond that Bruce no longer did.

"Of course Kitty, I met him while I was soul searching, tying up loose ends and looking for inspiration from around the globe. We trained together for a while."

"Ah, that point in time. It's a shame I couldn't come along. You know I'd have come with you, Purr-incess."

"Silly Kitty, you were exactly where you were needed. Been fed pastries and smothered in parental love along with Queenie."

Confused, Bruce could feel his Brucie mask slipping as he watched the pair banter and talk within jokes, pet names and understanding. It was like watching his children interact, like how they all interacted with their respective teams. Adrien knew of her time away, they both knew Chloe, did they know what she did while travelling… what it meant?

"Err…hn?"

Adrien laughed with his sunny smile as Marinette smirked and took a small sip from the glass Adrien had passed her. A ladybug themed ring glittered in the light daintily on her hand.

"Brucie, don't look confused. I've known Mari since we were tweens. We've been fur-ends… best fur-ends since my first day of collége. I've known Chlo even longer. She was my first fur-end. We all went to school together. Lived through Hawkmoth together. Were friends like you are with Ollie and that reporter from Metropolis and the curator at the Louve."

"Oh."

Blinking trying to process it all. Maybe there isn't a huge underhanded threat from Ra's. Bruce found himself getting more and more confused as his initial hypothesis has started to unravel but unwilling to let it go completely. Out of the corner of his eye he can see Cass, Steph and Tim whispering as Jason hovers while broodingnin a way that he'll deny. Dick charming and distracting other guests with Duke. All on hand if required but close enough to eavesdrop as well.

"And back to what you were saying. I'm not sure about the modelling Kitty though. He's missing the je ne sais quoi. The build… shoulders too…" Marinette's hand flipped at the broadness and just Bruce himself, "his looks too much like dracula. Our next look needs to be spectacular and Brucie… he has had too many injuries and spent recovering inside avoiding the sun. Hmm, not enough Côte d'Azur trips."

Marinette leant in close, her calloused hand skimming his cheek startling Bruce by her suddenly closeness and stealing his breath away and he peered into her bluebell eyes. Her lips tantalisingly close, sparks of something skittered around them despite the heat that Adrien was burning him with. Her hand slowly slipped down to brush imaginary lint off his velvet tux jacket and turned to Bruce with knowing eyes.

"Skiing accident in the Alps was the last injury Oui? Cannes, Nice or Toulon are good places to visit too, not quite as dangerous but still enough to do for thrill seekers."

Bruce gulped.

He'd forgotten their games of words. Of hidden meaning and close to the truth while saying everything and nothing. In a way, it's what drew him to Talia, the deadliness in a lithe form. What separated them was that Talia used her body like Selina to get to him. Adrien on the other hand used his playfulness and some to coyness where Marinette used her softness to hide the steel and sharpness of her mind.

The feeling of being the prey and not the predator in control grew as the French duo danced about him with more history than he expected. Their playful flirting and silent conversations left him feeling trapped and surprisingly flustered.

"Oh hush Buginette. Stop teasing Brucie. He's litter-ally a walking sex god and you know it. Your designs would need to be tailored oui, but imagine his body selling your outfits, his face selling the perfumes."

Staring at him like he was a slab of meat, Marinette's critical eye gazed over him. Finally Bruce felt he could breathe even with their sole attention on him. He felt safe knowing that it was clinical rather than heated.

"Potentially. I'll let you tell Jules then."

Adrien paled and shook his head.

"Nope. No thank you. I'd rather live, she has claws."

"*cough* hngh, do you still visit Nanda Parbat?"

Bruce stared at the duo trying carefully to unravel the situation without unsettling the careful balance that was required to keep the conversation from going south. The navigation of it all felt like he was lost at sea, and he didn't like it.

"Only visited there once. When I met you to be precise. The city had something that didn't belong to there and I was seeking it out to return to its original owners."

Cupping Bruce's face and pulling all his attention back to the blonde with emerald eyes. "Brucie, mon chéri, look at my lips and listen closely, Buginette is my chief designer at Agreste. We only travel to these events and fashion weeks. She isn't what you are thinking. No nefarious ties to green goop and wrinkly prunes. Definitely aligned to bats, cats, ladybugs and bees. Especially the birds and the bees."

Bruce let out a sigh, some of the tension he had held seeped out and he fell into a more natural Brucie stance and grin, kissing Adrien on the cheek and laughing as a blush flushed the Parisians cheeks as Marinette's familiar giggle surrounded them.

A fleeting look at his children, Bruce spotted them also relaxing their stants and slowly starting to drift off. Cass's thumbs up and smile said everything. She didn't perceive the pair as a threat, Marinette as a threat specifically and that there were no lies to worry about. Damian's disgusted face at having to witness the flirting was normal but he made no move to reach for his hidden weapons and was willing to be led away by Dick. Tim seemed to be long gone talking to investors and Jason seemed to be with Duke making a break for it no doubt.

"Umm, Bugaboo, I can see your wife approaching and she looks mad! I'm gonna go make out *cough* I mean catch up with Brucie. Play his dark knight and saviour. Cool. Love mee-yow. I'll let you deal with her umm sting!"

Looking up from the man who suddenly curled into him, Bruce's eyes widened in surprise as Chloe in a swarm of gold stormed towards them, her pink lipstick sneering at anyone getting in her way. The recognisable fire burned in her eyes like a vengeful queen only softening as she spotted Marinette whose red lips twisted into a dangerous smile.

"Ridiculous, utterly utterly ridiculous. Minette! You would not…. hmmmmmf!"

Stopping Chloe from approaching the flirty men, Marinette captured Chloe into her arms and distracted her with a searing kiss.

"Quick! Come mon chéri, Mari est saving us!"

Bemused, and thoroughly out of his depth at the power play and relationships of the Parisians, Bruce let Adrien drag him towards the balcony. The searing look in those emerald eyes said everything. The peach lips alluring and pouting at Bruce, as tempting as they were years ago. Bruce shrugged and decided for now he'll go along with it.

Given the hints they had littered, the conversation with Bruce suspected that they knew who they really were, but returned the favour with tips on who they may have been in a past life. They wore their masks in plain sight but hidden from the world unless you knew. Unless the world remembered the past.

Was it a worry? Yes. Would he investigate further? Definitely. But for now he would relax and catch up with Adrien.

#maribat #maribat au #ml x dc #dc x ml #ex relationship #flirting #marinette and adrien #Marinette and bruce #adrien x bruce #adrien and chloe #bruce and chloe #Marinette x chloe #mlb x dc #dc x mlb

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menolly5600 · 2 months

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Is anyone else intensely confused about how Bruce Wayne lost the majority of his billionaire fortune and even lost Wayne Manor after Joker War?

Can anyone explain how Bruce lost billions of his total worth?

I feel like the writers don't know how money, assets, and business actually work...

Apparently Vandal Savage bought Wayne manor from the bank? How?

Bruce wouldn't sell his childhood, ancestral home and lands, especially with the Batcave underneath. It's the home he was raised in and one of his last links to his childhood, his parents and Alfred. The Wayne lands were a land grant to his ancestor Darius Wayne for distinguished service during the Revolutionary War. It's not like he had an unpaid mortgage where the bank could seize the manor.

It just doesn't make sense that he suddenly is so broke he can't even keep his childhood home so the bank sells it to Vandal Savage. He wouldn't have had a mortgage on his ancestral land grant. So the bank couldn't seize the manor. Even if he was just down to less than a hundred million dollars, he should still be able to afford the upkeep on the manor. It's not like his taxes take into account the Batcave as taxable square footage.

And if the manor and ancestral military service land grant was seized by the government, why?! You have any idea how many people would be up in arms at the thought that the government could seize anyone's home at the drop of a hat? Without even invoking eminent domain and going through the legal channels to do so? And not just anyone's home, but a rich person's home. Rich people across the nation would be throwing fits and money at legislators to get laws in place against sudden seizures of their homes. Or to legally prove the government overreached and doesn't have authority to do that.

If the government seized the property because of the Joker's actions then it still belongs to Bruce even if it's tied up in red tape as a crime scene. (And how did Joker gain possession of the manor in the first place? Certainly not in a legally recognized way, because he's the Joker. So it's stolen property to be returned to the rightful owner, Bruce.) Where are Bruce's lawyers to contest the seizure and unlawful sale?

And Bruce's reputation tanking makes no sense. The Joker stealing Wayne tech and money and using it to wage war against Gotham has nothing to do with Bruce being culpable for any of that. Brucie Wayne is a himbo playboy. He's a victim in this. Joker stole from him and used stolen property in his insane schemes. He does that all the time to other victims he steals from. Since when has being stolen from by a Rogue meant the people stolen from were at fault and culpable for the Rogue's crimes using the stolen property? Where is Bruce's PR team?

I still don't even understand how Joker got control of the company? He's a mass murdering domestic terrorist and judged clinically insane. There's no way his acquisition was legal. Then he stole everything from Bruce's bank accounts, but that's theft, not a legal transaction. So theft insurance with the bank should kick in.

Bruce was majority shareholder of Wayne Enterprises. This man plans for every contingency he can. There's no way he would own less than 51% of the shares in the company, to guarantee he remains in control of his company. Joker electronically draining his bank accounts of liquid cash wouldn't give him the shares. There's no way Joker could walk into the bank and legally claim the safe deposit boxes with legal documents, if they're even kept in the bank. Even if the Joker physically took control of the WE building and held it hostage to use the tech to make weapons, that doesn't mean he legally gained ownership.

Even if Bruce later was forced off the Board through a no confidence vote, he would still own the shares and receive dividends from them. Kicking him off the Board doesn't mean he's not still the majority shareholder. The Board cannot just revoke his shares, he owns them. How could they possibly force him to sell his shares? And if he did sell, he'd make a fortune from the selling. If he keeps the shares, he still would make tons of money from the company, unless the whole company went under.

Even if his bank accounts were cleaned out, millionaires and billionaires don't keep the majority of their worth in liquid cash assets sitting in banks. The majority of his wealth would be tied up in investments, companies, properties, stocks and bonds, trust funds, retirement portfolios, etc. He'd have to have people managing his portfolios and assets, otherwise he'd have no time to be Batman.

His asset portfolio managers would be people who would need way more than just an email or phone call telling them to liquidate his assets, before they'd tank his entire fortune portfolio. That's their highest profile client and a victim of past identity theft. No way would they dump his entire assets into a liquid bank account that someone could empty without all kinds of legal hoops and paperwork and triple verification in person that Bruce really wants them to set fire to his asset portfolio. That's not even taking into account that the banks would likely freeze Bruce's accounts at an unexpected massive attempted withdrawal of billions. That's a huge red flag in the bank systems.

Even if his bank accounts were cleaned out, banks have identity theft insurance. Bruce Wayne is his bank's biggest, highest profile client. Bruce is a past victim of identity theft. How could he not have identity theft insurance with his bank? The bank itself has theft insurance. And having Bruce's accounts all suddenly cleaned out and Bruce reporting it as an identity theft hacking crime means it's a bank account theft.

And apparently Catwoman stole Bruce's money back from the Joker, but then gave it to Lucius Fox to keep the FBI from watching the money. Why? It's legally Bruce's money. He had it before it was stolen, and the FBI weren't watching it then. Why would they monitor his spending now, if he got his liquid assets back? Are they looking for proof he's funding Batman? Legally, Bruce could put his money in overseas Swiss Bank and outside of the FBI jurisdiction, like rich people often do to hide what they spend on and how much they actually have. FBI couldn't do anything to stop him because it's perfectly legal to get a new bank account. It's more suspicious that Lucius Fox suddenly has billions in his bank account, right after Bruce's billions disappeared.

Unless they're trying to fraudulently collect insurance on the stolen money, and keep the retrieved money, it doesn't make sense to not return the money to Bruce. Am I missing something here?

It just doesn't make sense.

#dc #batman #bruce wayne #Wayne manor #Batman writers don't know how finances work #Joker War repurcussions make no sense #DC writers confuse taking ownership with theft

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Chapter Three: The Good Doctor

Summary: Tony and Natasha give Bruce a call, seeking his help

Words: 1538

Rating: Teen

Characters: Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov, Bruce Banner

Relationships: Tony Stark/Natasha Romanov, Tony Stark & Natasha Romanov & Bruce Banner

Tags: established relationship, family, team as family, pregnancy, conversations

Bruce Banner, not yet awake, answered the call on reflex alone.

Lying flat on his stomach, his head half turned and submerged in a too-soft pillow, he awkwardly bent his arm to hold the phone to his ear. He groaned something unintelligible and nearly drifted off again in the time it took for his caller to respond.

“Hey, Banner? Where are you?” A chirpy voice greeted him.

“Tony?”

“Yeah, it’s me. Hi.”

“Whuzthuhtime?” the doctor slurred.

“Uh... I don’t know what the time is by you. Probably something ungodly. Sorry.”

“Whuzthuhproblum?”

“The problem? Well, it’s, uh... it’s complicated.”

Despite the dense fog of disturbed sleep hanging over him, Bruce did not miss the apprehension in his friend’s voice. He willed himself to wake up further. “When is it not?” he asked, rhetorically but at least somewhat more coherently.

Tony laughed. Nervously. “Oh, trust me: this one’s a doozy.”

Why me? Bruce thought but didn’t verbalize. Not yet willing to sit up and relinquish all hope of returning to sleep, he slid his other arm under his chest to switch the hand holding the phone and extended the other towards the nightstand to switch on the lamp. Gradually, the light brightened but remained a pleasant, unobtrusive glow—bless the soul that invented smart lamps.

“Where are you?” Tony asked again.

“The compound. In New York. And I was enjoying two weeks without you.”

“Sounding a bit grouchy there, Brucie. Wake up on the wrong side of the bed, did we?”

Bruce huffed out a heavy sigh at his friend’s singsong tone. “I’m still in bed, I want to stay in bed, and you’re being a pest.”

“I love you.”

“That’s debatable.” He rolled onto his back, cinching the covers around his legs, burrito-style, in so-doing. Consciously, he quelled his irritation—Tony enjoyed acting like an over-caffeinated puppy but never bothered anyone unnecessarily. “Why did you call? What’s wrong? Is it—?”

“I’m fine.”

“Which is usually the very thing you say when you’re absolutely not,” Bruce pointed out with tangible exasperation.

“I’m fine,” Tony repeated, calmly and earnestly. “Listen, there’s something else very urgent I need your help with, but I first need you to promise.”

“Promise what?”

“Just say you promise.”

“Tony...”

“Okay, okay; I need you to promise you’ll keep it quiet.”

Bruce gave up on sleep entirely then and sat upright, a frown carving deep lines in his brow. “As your doctor, I am, to a degree, obligated to keep certain matters private,” he explained, seriously. “But if you’re in some kind of trouble or—”

“No, no; it’s not like that,” Tony quickly assured. “Maybe a bit. Not... well, nothing illegal.”

“Whatever it is, it’s getting you worked up. Just tell me,” the older man practically implored. “You have my word I won’t do anything... indiscreet. I would never do anything that could hurt you—you know that.”

A beat of silence from the other end of the faceless exchange followed. Bruce held his breath and strained to listen in as he heard mumbling and material ruffling like his friend had just slipped the phone down and pressed the speaker against his shirt in an attempt to mute a conversation between him and someone else in the room.

Tony held the phone up in time for Bruce to hear him breathe in deeply. “It’s Natasha,” he finally, reluctantly said, not really clarifying anything.

“What about her?” Bruce prompted, inwardly thinking: I’m a doctor, not a dentist—why do you always make me pull your teeth? “Is she in trouble? Is she hurt? Is she missing?”

“No, she’s fine. Okay, not really fine. Well, not not fine. You see, she’s, uh... actually, she’s—”

“Spit it out or I go back to sleep.”

Tony exhaled. “She’s kinda... pregnant.”

“Kinda?”

“She is.”

“What?”

“Pregnant.”

“Yes, I got that bit. Thank you.” Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, hard. His mouth was dry and his head hurt—typical side-effects of waking up for him, but as he grew agitated, they asserted themselves. He let out a controlled breath and let his hand slip off his face. “Natasha’s pregnant. Okay. That... that should be impossible. Her physiology... it was tampered with so much, she shouldn’t even be able to conceive. Beyond that, her immune system shouldn’t let the pregnancy get far enough for hormones to cause symptoms.”

“We know all that,” Tony said, quietly.

“Is she there?”

“Yeah. You’re on speakerphone, by the way.”

“Hi, Nat.”

“Hi, Doc,” came Natasha’s voice sounding unusually small and tired. “Sorry to wake you.”

“It’s no problem,” Bruce assured, his gentleness restoring.

“Is this too much for you, Banner?” Tony asked, genuinely concerned.

“No, I’m processing it just fine.”

“No chance you’ll Hulk-out?”

“You made a bet before you called me, didn’t you?”

“No!”

“Yes,” Natasha supplied.

“Thought so.” Two days worth of stubble scratched his palm as he scrubbed a hand down his face. “You’re still with the Bartons, right?”

“Yeah; we arrived yesterday.”

“But we can be in New York by this afternoon.”

“Hold your horses, Tony, let’s just go back a step here. How am I supposed to help you if I don’t really know what’s going on? Natasha, I’m assuming you took a test, right?”

“A few, actually.”

“Consistently positive?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, we’re getting somewhere.” As if wrestling off a vicious anaconda, Bruce kicked the tangled sheets off his legs. Once free, he pushed himself to the edge of the bed, planted his bare feet in the soft carpet and reached for his glasses to restore his short-range sight. He got up, crossed the room in a drunken-like stumble and plonked himself down at his desk. “Please explain as much as you know about what’s going on,” he instructed as he turned on the desktop lamp and located a notepad.

Natasha methodically relayed all she knew of her situation (i.e. how far along she suspected she was, the extent of her morning sickness, when she took a test, absolutely anything and everything she could tell was out of the ordinary, etc...). Bruce speedily wrote all the points down, absently making noises of acknowledgement as he kept pace.

“So?” Natasha prompted after she had divulged all she possibly could.

Bruce’s heart clenched at the worry tainting her voice. “Well, you’re definitely pregnant,” he said, calmly. Tapping the lid of the pen on the page, he swiftly reread the notes to himself. “At least seven or eight weeks along. It all sounds like it’s going well, but...” He put the pen down and pushed his glasses up out the way to rub his eyes—this was a lot to wake up to.

“But?” Tony prompted.

“You have to understand it’s still a very vulnerable stage. Through absolutely no fault of the mother, a normal pregnancy may not even reach the second trimester. It just... happens.”

A silence followed and, even all these miles apart, he swore he could feel their blood running cold.

“Aren’t there precautions we can take?” Tony asked, his voice tight.

“Mostly just careful diet and avoiding stress. I can email you some information. Listen, I know you two are pretty unsettled, but please try to stay calm and rest; it’s the best thing you can do for the baby right now. From what I’ve learnt of Natasha’s biology, it prioritizes healing. So if she stays healthy and doesn’t sustain any major injuries, her body will just focus on protecting the baby like any woman’s body naturally would. When you come home, I can run some tests, do a scan, and see where we are. In the meantime, I’ll do research and devise a proper care plan. Of course, if anything happens or you’re just worried about something, call. I can reach you within an hour.”

Even though they were states away from each other, the doctor could feel the weight lifting off his dear friends’ weary shoulders. Tony confirmed the notion with his heartfelt, “Thank you.” which Natasha echoed with equal sincerity.

The issue settled as much as it presently could be, an idle chat followed, their conversation calmly and naturally drifting between subjects of a lighter, more domestic nature. Bruce always enjoyed hearing about the Barton kids’ antics.

The unexpected call wound down on pleasant terms and they said their goodbyes, agreeing to meet together after their vacation.

Bruce, having lost all desire and ability to return to sleep, washed and dressed instead, then made his way to the medical bay which, during quiet times like now, doubled as his research lab. Promptly, he drafted the promised email, sent it off with a few helpful links, then set about gathering all his notes on Natasha’s biology and reviewing what he knew on the whole subject.

Halfway through the morning and halfway through an article about high-risk pregnancies, Bruce paused. A thought occurred to him, distracting and disturbing him. His concentration derailed and he slumped back in his chair, his gaze fixing on empty space as his eyes widened and his jaw slackened.

Stark and Romanov.

The world’s most eccentric genius and the world’s most dangerous spy were going to have a child...

Bruce raked an unsteady hand through his quickly greying hair.

Oh, have mercy on us...

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the-alice-of-hearts · 1 year

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the concept of angel!jason/demon!tim has been living rent free in my head since i saw your post about it, & i just wanted to say thanks xD

Whoops just saw this.

You're welcome!

I am obsessed with it and want to work on it next because I love the idea of writing them as kids, and just exploring more touch-starved Tim becoming Robin.

If you are interested I have actually explored the concept some in my no capes college au for them. here that's the series, mind the ratings on the individual fics, some are explicit.

in honor of I have thoughts and you prompted them:

Tim shivered and looked around the large ballroom of the museum. His parents expected him to be good tonight, but it was hard when he was so lightheaded. They had fired another one of his nannies so he had been alone all week. The books his mother had given him said he should be able to go longer without attention, but he was beginning to think that they were wrong. His father steered him toward another couple who were dying to get their attention and introduced him to them. "This is of course my son Timothy," Tim looked up and shook the man's hand and then kept his head down. The grownups were going to be talking for a while, so he had time to watch others. When he got the chance to slip away from his father and the business associate he took it and quickly got out of the main hall.

Jason sighed and rolled his eyes. Dick was talking to one of the girls his age and she seemed to be enthralled by the Djin act he was keeping up. Jason was just bored, and he wanted out of the stupid suit. His wings were molting so everything was itchy and he just wanted to go home and take a hot bath. Unfortunately, he was stuck here. Bruce was putting on his 'Brucie Wayne' act and Dick was ignoring him so he decided to slip away. He had gotten out of the main hall and was slipping down one of the side hallways on the way to the star exhibit when he heard someone else's footsteps. Jason pressed himself against the wall and looked around the corner. There was a kid who looked a few years younger than him walking down the hall humming to himself. Jason stepped around the corner and smiled. Maybe he and the kid could ditch together.

"Hey," he called out.

The kid spun around but tripped over the air and fell onto the ground with a loud thud. Jason ran over and knelt down.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!" He reached out and pulled the kid up slowly. "Are you okay?"

The kid's eyes fluttered open. "Sorry, I think I fainted."

Jason looked him over. "Whoa, you don't look too hot. Should we find your parents?"

"No!" There was a flash of fear on the kid's face. "It's nothing. I'm fine, don't bother them."

"You tripped over nothing and passed out." Jason raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't spell fine to me."

The kid mumbled something in return, looking away from him.

"What was that?" Jason asked, tilting his head.

"I said, I'm just a little touch starved. I'll be fine."

Jason blinked and really looked at the kid for a moment and then sighed. "Oh," he breathed out.

"I should go." The kid pulled away from him but Jason didn't let go.

"You're gonna pass out and hurt yourself if you don't feed, kid," Jason reasoned.

"I'll be fine." He pulled again.

"Feed on me. I have the energy. Besides, I'm not gonna let some baby incubus die in the museum." Jason offered. He hadn't seen an incubus since he had been living on the street, but this kid clearly wasn't in any shape to be looking out for himself, and Jason was full of raw energy.

"I'm not an incubus." The kid responded, glaring at him. "This wouldn't be a problem if I were an incubus."

"You said you're touch starved?"

"I'm a succubus." The kid mumbled.

"Oh..." Jason looked at him again. "Well, how do I feed you?"

The kid looked at him with wide eyes. "I'm not gonna feed from some stranger!"

Jason smiled. "Well, I'm Jason Todd, what's your name?"

"Tim Drake."

"There, we aren't strangers anymore, and I don't want you to starve here. So, how do I feed you?" Jason tilted his head trying to be as noncombative as possible.

Tim blushed and looked away again. "Just, uh, hug me?"

"I can do that." Jason pulled him into a hug and Tim buried his face in the crook of Jason's neck.

"You're sure?" he whispered.

"Absolutely. I have more than enough energy, just don't bleed me dry." Jason laughed holding Tim tight.

"Okay," he whispered again, and then Jason felt the pull on his energy. Slowly Tim stopped shaking and then the pull was gone. Tim pulled back to look at Jason in awe. "You're amazing."

"You look a lot better." Jason couldn't help himself and he leaned in and kissed Tim on the forehead. "How are you feeling?"

"A lot better." Tim giggled.

"Jay!" Dick's voice came from the entrance to the hall. "There you are!"

Jason looked over and Tim scrambled to get out of his lap. "Sorry."

"What is it Dick head?" Jason asked, standing up.

"B was looking for you. It's time to go." Dick looked between them and tilted his head.

"Hello." Tim gave a shaky smile and Dick beamed at him.

"Are you a friend of Jason's?" He asked.

Tim looked at him and he smiled and nodded. "Y-yeah. We're friends. I'm Tim."

Dick laughed. "Well good, Jay needs some better friends."

"Shut up." Jason rolled his eyes and turned back to Tim. "Call me sometime okay?" He pulled out a pen and grabbed Tim's arm.

Tim smiled as he finished writing his number on his hand. "I will. See you later! Thank you again!"

Jason pulled him into another hug and then turned to follow Dick.

"Soooo, someone made a friend?" Dick asked.

"Shut up," Jason growled.

#jaytim #my writing #I hope you like it!!#I ran out of where I was going so I'm ending it there #but I just like the idea of touch starved Tim getting to cuddle with Jason #Tim is freaking out because he just fed on ROBIN #and like ahhhh that's a once in a lifetime opportunity #but Robin also gave him his cell number!!!#so maybe it isn't!!!

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Sons of the Bat

(this fic was inspired by a fic prompt by @batmanfan6)

Summary: Bruce learns that he has more than one biological child.

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Selina Kyle, Clark Kent, Diana Prince

Bruce stared at the screen unblinking. This couldn’t be, it wasn’t possible. ‘Bruce,’ Superman said his voice wavering a little. ‘Do you realise what this means?’ Bruce nodded. The file on the screen was clear. Conner hadn’t been the first human/kryptonian hybrid clone Lex had made. Just the first using his own DNA. The first clone had been only a toddler when they were removed from the pod. The file went on to say how the child showed no kryptonian traits. How they were to be disposed of in the woods. But something had gone wrong and the boy’s would be killer was forced to hide and watch as a young couple appeared from among the trees. The couple had taken the boy back with them to show him to the other circus folk. But what had really made Bruce stop and stare was the second file listing the DNA sources used to create the boy. The first of course simply read Superman. The second name was Bruce Wayne. ***

‘You can’t be serious.’ Dick groaned his head in his hands. ‘I mean you can’t seriously think that file was real.’ ‘I did have my suspicions, so I ran a quick DNA test, and they both came back positive. You have Kryptonian DNA.’ Dick looked up at him his expression clear that he knew there was more. ‘You also share DNA with me.’ Bruce finished. Dick ran his hands through his hair and shook his head. ‘This makes no sense. First of all why would Lex use your DNA?’ ‘I’m not sure. My best guess is he thought I child sharing Brucie’s DNA would be easy to manipulate. After all he’s not the smartest guy around.’ Dick nodded. ‘But I don’t have any powers. Conner has some so surely I would to?’ ‘Not necessarily. There may be many factors deciding whether or not you’d develop certain powers or none at all. And besides I don’t think it’s true you inherited nothing.’ Dick’s frown depend. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Well your hearing has always been a little on the sensitive side. And whenever I took you to get your vaccines the nurse would have trouble getting the needle through your skin. But I’d never really thought anything of it before.’ Dick turned his head so he was facing the floor again. For a moment both men were silent, unsure what to say next. ‘I can’t believe my parents weren’t really…’ ‘No,’ Bruce cut in before he could finish. ‘You might not have been related to them biologically but John and Mary will always be your parents. They raised you, and a huge part of the man you are today is because of them.’ Dick nodded and smiled at him a little. ‘Thanks Bruce. Though I suppose I should start calling you dad.’ ‘Only if you want to.’ *** Bruce found Diana alone in one of the Watch towers many corridors staring down at the earth. Unsure what to say he stood and watched her as she wrapped her arms around her stomach. ‘Do you still think about him?’ she asked breaking the silence. ‘Sometimes.’ Bruce admitted. ‘I’m sorry all this is bringing it all back.’ She shook her head. ‘No it’s fine. I’ve learned to live with it.’ Bruce nodded and turned his attention to the window. It had been nineteen years but it felt like only yesterday. Not many knew that he and Diana had once had a child together. Only the original Justice League members and Alfred. They’d had a boy and he’d been perfect. At least for the month they’d had him. *** ‘No human should be that strong.’ The words rang inside Bruce’s head. Supergirl was right no human should be that strong. No ordinary human. He stared at the files in front of him. Two boys had been born on August 16th at Gotham general hospital. The wrong form had been attached to the wrong cot. Two boys had gone home with the wrong mothers. One boy had died a month later from cot death. The second had lived until he was fifteen. Bruce collapsed into his chair. It seemed Jason Todd had died twice. *** Jason’s silence unnerved Bruce more than the expected yelling ever could. Bruce had made sure to tell him outside, where there wasn’t anything for the boy to hurl at his head. But now he was starting to wonder of that had been at all necessary. ‘Is this a joke?’ Jason asked his voice catching. ‘I mean I know you have a weird sense of humour but wow.’ ‘It’s no joke.’ ‘Does. Does Diana know?’ Bruce nodded. ‘I’ve talked to her already. She wants to talk things over with you. I told her only if you want to.’ Jason nodded. ‘I do. Want to that is.’ *** Bruce wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting when he’d told Selina. But he was sure it wasn’t for her to burst into tears. ‘I’m so sorry she sobbed.’ She hadn’t known what else to do. Batman had been off planet with the League. They’re relationship hadn’t developed past the odd bit roof top, fun. She hadn’t learnt his real name, didn’t know who he was outside of Batman. She had almost changed her mind at one point. But the Drake’s had swooped in and adopted her baby before she could. *** This time Bruce wasn’t alone when he delivered the news. Selina had insisted on being there and now sat perched on the arm of his chair. Tim looked from one to the other as if waiting for one of them to crack up. But besides a small smile from Selina that seemed more nervous than anything there was nothing. ‘Why didn’t you say anything sooner?’ he asked her. ‘Why now. Why not the moment Bruce adopted me.’ ‘Because I was scared.’ She admitted. ‘Because I was a coward.’ She swallowed and shifted nervously. ‘I hope you’ll forgive me for that one day.’ Tim shook his head. ‘You have nothing to be sorry for. You did what was best at the time. I’m just glad I actually got to meet you.’ Selina smiled at him, stood up and opened her arms for a hug. For a brief second Tim paused before going over to her and wrapping his arms around her. Bruce was about to leave them to it when Selina pulled him into their hug. *** Bruce stood back as he watched as Damian pointed at the brightly coloured birds, excitedly telling Cass all about them. The others were using that weekend to bond with their mothers, or in Dick’s case his second dad. Well technically he was meeting with the entire Kent clan, at their bi-annual family potluck. It would be the first time he’d interacted with Lois as his stepmother. Or Conner and John as his little brothers. It would also be his first time meeting his grandparents. Diana hadn’t said what she would be doing with Jason as she wanted it to be a surprise. Though Bruce had a strong feeling he knew what this surprise would entail. Despite the fact they lived in the same city and not too far from each other at that Selina had insisted that Tim stay over so they could have a whole day together. Bruce looked at his watch and saw it was nearly 2pm. Around now the two would be going for lunch, both were late eaters. If Tim remembered to eat at all that was. *** Bruce looked at the paper and smiled a little. The papers had jumped on the story that his adopted sons were his biological children. Though they had to tweak a few details. For Tim it had been easy no lies were really necessary. It was no secret that Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle snuck off together during various charity events and had done for years. They just kept quiet about the details as to when and where under the guise of privacy. Jason had taken a bit of tweaking but eventually they were able to come up with something believable. As with Tim they kept it close to the truth with some minor tweaks. A report or two might have gone missing in the process of making it more believable. Dick had been harder to explain. It would be easiest to say that he was his son but they didn’t know who his mother was. Only several of Clark’s journalist buddies had clocked that something was going on. They’d already figured out that his oldest Conner was also related to Lex Luthor, which had started a rumour that one of them was trans. Eventually they’d decided to tell the truth, that Dick was Bruce and Clark’s son and no they would not elaborate. The internet forums were full of people trying to figure if both the months leading up to Dick and Damian’s births had coincided with one of his impromptu trips abroad or not. In the picture the four stood arms around each other smiling at the camera. Writing under the photo read: Pictured From left to right; Richard Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Jason Prince and Timothy Kyle-Wayne.

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You’re Beautiful - Bruce Wayne x (f)Reader

Words: 1906 Pairing: Bruce Wayne x (f)Reader Warnings: Mean people Featuring: Alfred Summary: Based on You're Beautiful from Pretty Woman, you're spending the week with Bruce Wayne and going to events with him. When he finds out the reason why you didn't buy more outfits, he changes his plans to help you out. Author's Note: In this, you know Bruce through family friend Alfred. So you know of each other but don't really know each other. Also, you do know Bruce is Batman but I do not explain how that all happened here. We love mutual pining here. This is about no specific Bruce too :)

Bruce / Full Masterlist

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Thank god Alfred has connections. Because without him, you'd be without a dress for dinner tonight, and Bruce would be upset.

You tried to go shopping like he asked — you really did! You had one of Bruce's credit cards and the whole day to do as much damage as you would need. Moving back to Gotham, you had close to nothing, and Bruce taking you in for the week before you could move into your apartment was insanely nice of him. Since you had nothing suitable to wear to the events Bruce has, he sent you shopping, and it was going to be the best week of your life. Of course, if you could make it past the first dinner party.

Bruce had a busy week, and it was going to make his life so much easier to have you at his side, so he doesn't have to worry about endless amounts of women (and men) trying to take him back to their apartment. Between putting up his front as Brucie Wayne, CEO, and his crime-fighting as Batman, it was a super busy week. He was working on countless cases at the same time, hunting down multiple Arkham escapees, and securing deals for Wayne Enterprises; he needed his plus-one to have an excuse, without any questions, to leave the parties with no one but you.

When you got back to Wayne Manor, Alfred was ready to take a handful of bags with nice clothes in them from you. But instead, he met you at the front door empty-handed, seriously confused about why you didn't buy anything. If it were Bruce, you would have figured out a way to keep your emotions hidden. But this was Alfred, and when you cried to him about what happened at the stores you went to, he already had a solution.

One phone call and thirty minutes later, a dress perfect for you was in his hands.

You should have known Alfred would have it covered. Alfred always has it covered. Though it's been a few years since you've seen him, you shouldn't have ever doubted him.

As you got ready, Bruce headed back to the manor to pick you up for dinner. He was a bit worried about what you bought for dinner tonight. He's being optimistic, but also, he only knows what little information about you that Alfred told him, and when you ran into him on your way to meet up with your family friend. He thought about it the whole way back to the manor and took a deep breath as he opened the front door.

And quickly lost his breath when he saw you chatting with Alfred. You were facing away from Bruce, but when Alfred looked at him, you turned around to make eye contact. "You're late," You smirked.

"You're..." Bruce stared at you. "Stunning."

Your smirk dropped and turned into a normal smile. "Okay, you're forgiven."

Bruce walked over, offered you his arm, and led you out of the house back to the car. Alfred followed, ready to drive both of you to dinner together. The plan was a great idea: you were having fun, even convinced him to dance once, and he didn't have to deal with women trying to take him home all night. Then, he got to leave early without being questioned so he could be back in time to be Batman. It was working out perfectly. You both just had to remember that at the end of the week, this was over.

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Bruce liked hearing all your ideas on how you could spend the day together. Walk barefoot through the grass, read books, or just watch TV. And as much as he wanted to, he had work to do and had to turn you down. "Well, why don't you go shopping again? You only bought one outfit, and we have other events to go to this week," He reminded you.

You sighed, turning away from him. "I don't want to go back there. They were mean to me," You said, not explaining anymore.

Bruce stopped flipping through the papers Alfred gave him and made eye contact with you. "Mean? Who was mean to you?" He asked, completely serious.

"Some of the shop ladies. They're not nice people," You said.

"Well, yeah. They're never nice to people; they're nice to credit cards," He nearly rolled his eyes. "You know what, Alfred: cancel my meetings. We're going shopping," He declared, and Alfred nodded, quickly turning away to make a call.

Your head snapped over to him. "What?"

Bruce adjusted his tie and repeated himself. "We're going shopping. To get you new outfits. Together," Bruce clarified. "Come on," He nodded towards the door.

You shuffled once towards the door, eyes getting wide. "We're going now?" Bruce didn't say anything, only nodded. "But I'm afraid!"

"There's no need to be afraid," He assured you and opened the front door to let you out first. "With confidence and attitude, you can walk into any room just like you own the place."

"Is that your secret to becoming Brucie Wayne that no one suspects has a secret double life?" You asked, trailing behind him as you two walked over to the car.

Bruce shrugged. "It works, doesn't it?" He said and opened the car door for you. "Besides, you're beautiful; you got style and grace. You can do this." Bruce half-smiled, shut the door, and walked around to the other side to sit next to you. It almost took you by surprise that Bruce was complimenting you like this, but maybe he was just trying to boost your confidence.

Soon enough, Alfred was behind the wheel and driving the two of you to where the most popular shops are in Gotham. The car stopped at one you didn't go into the day before, which was probably for the best. This time, Alfred opened the door for you while Bruce exited on the other side. "I'll do the talking to make sure we get the best assistance," He said, offering you his arm before pushing the door open and walking in.

Immediately, Bruce was greeted by a saleslady, and he announced, "I'd like to speak to the manager, please." The saleslady obviously recognized him and rushed to the back of the store for the manager.

While you were waiting with Bruce, obviously a bit embarrassed that you stuck out like a sore thumb in this shop, he had a smug look on his face. "What do you think you're doing?" You muttered to him, which he heard, but elected to ignore.

"Hello, I'm the manager!" A man walked up to both of you. "How many I help you?"

Bruce stuck out his hand for the manager to shake. "Bruce Wayne," He said, already knowing that the man knows who he is. "Do you see this lovely lady?" Bruce turned and pointed at you, the manager nodding. "Do you have anything in this shop as beautiful as she is?"

The manager stared at you for a moment. "Oh, yes!" He said, only getting stunned silence in response. He turned on his heels to look back at Bruce. "No! No, we have things as beautiful as she would want them to be," He corrected.

Bruce nodded, staring the man down. "Great, because we will need a lot of people helping us out. We are going to be spending an obscene amount of money in here," He said as the manager tried to hold it together. To continue Bruce Wayne's image of being a spoiled, rich boy, he finished with, "And we are going to need major sucking up," He smirked.

"Yes, sir," The manager said and called over three sales ladies. They started to suck up to Bruce, but when he shook his head and pointed at you, they rushed over with compliments. The look that turns heads wherever you go. They started showing you dresses and outfits they thought would be perfect on you, and honestly, it was a bit overwhelming. But also really fun.

You pointed to things you liked, and the woman holding the outfit would rush it back to a fitting room, only to return with something new for you to look at. You showed Bruce a few things, and he nodded with a smile, agreeing that they are good choices.

Quicker than you expected, you were in the dressing room trying things on. Of course, there were a few dresses you said no to, but overall, you were having a much better time shopping than you did yesterday. Probably due to the fact that Bruce was there as support and the shop respected him, but that didn't matter.

The women were excited to help you, letting you think through each outfit and complimenting you when you told them you liked it. And while you were in the fitting room, Bruce was outside making small talk with the manager. "Now, sir," The manager started after he tried to suck up to Bruce more, but understood that Bruce wasn't having it. "Exactly how obscene an amount of money are we talking about? Just profane or really," He paused, "Offensive?"

Bruce leaned back in the chair he was sitting in, pulling out his credit card that signified rich to any normal person. He handed it to the manager very smugly. "Really offensive."

"I like him so much!" The manager said to no one in particular and walked over to where the sales ladies were ringing up all of the clothes you were buying. Finally, the manager swiped Bruce's card and thanked him as he took his card back, happy that you actually found some stuff that you liked and that the people were nice to you.

Just as Bruce was turning around to wait for you, you walked out of the dressing room with a huge smile on your face and a new outfit on your body. "Wow," Bruce awed. "You're beautiful," He said.

You giggled a little and quietly thanked him. Your hands were full with the bags of clothes you just bought, which, again, was a bit overwhelming for you. "How do you feel?" Bruce asked as he walked you outside.

You sighed in relief. "I feel alive," You said, a bit corny. "Definitely a different experience than what I had yesterday. Seeing your world is...a lot."

"Well, I think you fit in well," Bruce complimented.

A few seconds later, Alfred pulled the car up and smiled wide when he saw you. "I see the shopping trip was successful," He said. "Good choices from both of you," Alfred concluded, and Alfred's approval always felt good.

"Thanks for going with me," You said to Bruce once in the car.

"Of course," He replied. "I'm glad I could help. You really do fit in well to this world."

You gave him a confused look. "You got that from one evening and a shopping trip?"

Bruce shrugged. "You don't think that's enough?"

"Well, for other people, no. But you are the world's greatest detective, so I guess that checks out," You said. He didn't say anything in response, just smiled at you as you smiled at him. After this week was over and you were in your own apartment in Gotham, you were really going to miss it. And Bruce was going to miss having you by his side. Maybe he'd have to do something about that.

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abyssal-ali · 2 years

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Yet Forgives the Butcher's Knife

Day 3's prompt: Trifecta of Trouble (Jason, Stephanie, and Damian) [There's not much trouble in this chapter, though]

Disclaimer: This follows Canon events up to a point, but since DC has the inability to stick to one timeline or version of events without retconning it, I'm taking liberties with some plot points. (Canon-complicit to a point)

Rating: T TW: none (if you find any, let me know!)

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Jason took out Cobblepot, taking over the Iceberg Lounge as HQ for Hood's business. He didn't relish having an address for any enemies, but so far there hadn't been any problems.

Today...today there would be a problem—3 headaches in a trenchcoat were coming to investigate the new proprietor. Damian had found out the Bats would be paying the IL's new owner a visit as civilians, since they couldn't reach the Red Hood at night. Plans were swiftly made and set in motion.

At 8:00 p.m., Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, and Tim Drake walked into the Iceberg Lounge. It wasn't very busy yet, and the trio spread out slightly but stayed close enough to reach the others easily in case of trouble. The Bats' prey watched from hidden cameras and mics, the hunted hunting the hunters. At 8:40 the suited up Red Hood, Indigo, and Orphan came into the Lounge the back way. Jason buzzed his lieutenant to bring Bruce to his VIP section at the back. A minute later—just long enough to annoy the Bats—he had Dick and Tim escorted to the booth as well.

“Mr Wayne. To what do I owe the pleasure of your esteemed patronage, gracing my lowly establishment?” Red Hood leaned back against the seat, flanked by Indigo on his right and Orphan on his left. She levelled her penetrating stare on the Bats to unnerve them (not that they could see behind her mask). Jason and Steph enjoyed watching The Batman sweat, not knowing why. Indigo idly inspected the civilian Bats, then tapped her fingers casually on the table, just off-beat enough to put their guests on edge.

“I heard rumours that the Lounge was under new management and thought I'd take a look...it hasn't improved,” Brucie sniffed aristocratically, critically (detective-ly) scanning the red plush curtains blocking off the booth, the navy-painted walls and red faux-leather benches, the heavy oak table concealing Jason's guns and their weapons. Hood stayed still, not reacting to the dismissal.

“So what made you change from kingpin to bartender?” ask Dick conversationally, employing the Grayson CharmTM.

“Oh, I'm still running Gotham,” replied Jason equally as nicely. “I simply expanded my horizons. And I'm not a bartender, Mr Grayson, although I can make a mean Long Island. Would you like one?”

“No, thank you; I've had enough to drink tonight,” demurred Dick.

Liar. You had a shot of tequila. Stop acting so buzzed. Jason leaned forward slightly. “I insist.”

Steph abruptly stopped drumming her fingers, raising the tension another notch.

Dick swallowed. “No, thank you. Some other time, maybe. I've had enough tonight.”

Jason leaned back, spreading his arms—one casually behind Indigo. “Good for you, knowing and sticking to your limits. Trying to lessen the accidents your old man's famous for, huh?”

“Sort of,” Dick agreed.

Steph began her finger tapping again. Cass switched her stare from Dick to Tim, and so did Jason.

“So, the co-CEO of WE. Why are you here, Mr Drake-Wayne? Family outing for the press? I appreciate the business having hosted the Waynes here will produce.”

“Could I have one of those Long Islands, then?”

Jason could feel Dick and Bruce's askance glances. Evidently this wasn't part of the script for tonight...well, Jason's evening just got a lot more interesting.

“Of course!” He pushed a hidden button in the table and Lieutenant #2, Jeff, appeared (yes, this is goon named Jeff from @thisiswhereikeepdcthings, for those who are curious).

“One Long Island, please.” Feeling Steph kick his ankle, he added, “And one of Indy's regulars, while you're at it.”

Steph got her regular, drinking it happily through a special straw-hole in her mask. (Jason wondered at her ginger ale appreciation, but whatever his lady's heart desired.) Tim got his Iced Tea and began drinking it unconcernedly.

Jason watched him, analyzing. You are a typical Gen Z, huh. Don't care if i drugged or poisoned it or not. Death wish?

'Ghoul, add to R's file: Gen Z, borderline suicidal, further research required.' Jason spoke into the 4's comms, but no one could hear past his/their masks.

“Well, it's been a pleasure, come again,” Jason stood, stretching lazily. “I've got work to do, unfortunately, so I must say goodbye here. A couple a human traffickers haven't gotten the memo that I don't like murderers, kidnappers, and rapists, so I've got to go remind them. Don't feel you must leave—I'm sure Indigo and Orphan won't mind entertaining our VIPs.”

“No, I'm afraid we must go as well,” Brucie sounded so regretful. “Tim and I have a board meeting early tomorrow. Thank you for your hospitality, Mr Hood.”

“Just 'Hood' is fine. Mr Hood was my father,” he grinned, and escaped.

~♡~

Batman stepped out of the shadows as Red Hood ran across the roof.

“Red Hood.”

“Batman. Kinda busy.” He attempted to grapple away but Batman grappled beside him. He landed before Bruce and cut his line so that he'd land in the nearby garbage bin. As he continued his patrol he planned his next moves. Once he reached the BOOP, he looked at Orphan.

“Cass, I have a job for you.”

She nodded.

“I need this note to show up in B's suit, okay?”

Dear Batman, please don't interrupt my patrol again. You know where to find me if you get tired of replacing your grapples. Thank you in advance for stopping bothering me overtly. Red Hood.

Cass reported the mission successful the next night.

~♡~

The day after Bruce got the note, Batman showed up in Crime Alley, ironically in the same spot he and Jason had met the first time a dozen years earlier.

Jason sighed and dropped his gun back into his thigh holster. “This wasn't the place I said to meet me, Bats. Is the 'World's Greatest Detective' slipping? You know I meant the Lounge.”

“You're here, not in the Lounge,” growled Batman.

“So it's urgent, then? Come to ask me to take out Professor Pyg for you?”

“No.”

“Then stay out of my territory. I'd like to ask you to leave my city, but I do know my limits.”

“This is not a turf war, Hood.”

“Oh really. Look, you stay away from Crime Alley, the Narrows, the Bowery...the Red Light district, basically what you do anyways except for your biannual drive-throughs when it's quiet before an Arkham breakout. I will leave the Diamond district, the parts you regularly patrol, to you. Capisce?”

“I am not bargaining with you for my city. I was here first.”

Jason snorted. “Seriously? 'I was here first'? What are you, a toddler? You became Batman after I was here. This is my turf, and I'll have you know that for once in its life, Gotham is somewhat settled. I know you have a Rule, but I don't and I'm seeing results. You put mass murderers in jail to break out the next month. Do you know what the definition of insanity is? Doing the same thing over and over and expecting it to work that time. There was no Joker before Batman, no Scarecrow or Mad Hatter. They responded to you.

"At least I haven't had villains come after me because I'm Red Hood. Granted, I already have enemies, but most of them aren't certifiably nuts and I have a lot fewer Rogues because I end them. Even if you don't kill, you don't have to stop someone from doing it when it's deserved.”

With the end of his verbal beat-down, Jason parkoured away and sent Orphan to watch Batman and make sure he left.

~♡~

The quartet curled up on the sofa in their BOOP for movie night. Steph was the self-proclaimed teacher of pop culture for her 3 uncultured assassins, though Jason knew most of it by now, and Steph'd indoctrinated Damian when she could when she and Jason visited the league. Tonight they were watching season 1 of ATLA. Damian loved Appa and Momo, as expected.

Jason and Steph were very glad they didn't live in the ATLA-verse or he'd have adopted so many animals. So far in their world, he'd adopted a puppy Steph had found homeless on the street; the black-and-white kitten Cass stole from under Selina's nose and named Alfred in honour of the man Jason told so many stories about; the dragon-bat Jason had given Damian when he returned from a League mission; and Jerry the Turkey, found on the outskirts of Star City by Damian. That was plenty.

As Steph snuggled into his left side and Damian on his right, with Cass's legs across him, Jason felt perfectly happy. Who wouldn't? They were a family.

~♡~

Bruce frowned as he fished the paper out of his utility belt—the pocket had been used to hold gummy bears since Jason was Robin, but now Tim ate them. Bruce pushed away the sadness and read the note. How has it gotten in? He'd suspect Dick or Tim, but they were off-world and in San Francisco, respectively, and Alfred would never. That left...

“Red Hood.”

How had he gotten it in? Either on patrol, and Bruce never noticed (impossible) or someone other than his family could get into the Cave and put it in before patrol (also impossible).

Very polite for a man who decapitated his enemies and made a public example of them. Was it someone using his name? Not likely. It seemed personal, so it was probably Hood. But why? Hood's profile so far indicated he liked dramatics and overt, attention-grabbing theatrics (just like every other Rogue) over scheming in the shadows, though Bruce didn't deny the villain's strategising. (That's what they want you to think.)

He tracked Hood down the next night and confirmed the note was from him. Unfortunately, the handwriting analysis was inconclusive (Jason trained for this for a reason.) The Red Hood also revealed that a) he was Gotham born and bred, b) he was from the poorer side of town (so how did he become Hood—someone had to fund him), and c) his beef with Batman seemed personal. And the knife he cut the grapple with...where did he get it? Only a few knives in the world could cut a Bat-grapple. Hm.

~♡~

A week later Alfred knocked on Bruce's study and came in. “You have visitors, Master Bruce. A Mr and Mrs and Master al Ghul and a Miss Cain—C-A-I-N, not Miss K-A-N-E.”

Bruce blinked. Why wasn't he aware the League was in Gotham? And why were they so polite? Normally there was at the least more property damage before they confronted him...and coming to him as Bruce Wayne, not Batman, was also very un-League-like...

The quartet walked in. Mr al Ghul was not Ra's al Ghul, with dark hair streaked white at the front, teal eyes, and more muscles and height than Bruce himself. Miss Cain was a petite Chinese young woman with short black hair and piercing hazel eyes that unsettled Bruce. Mrs al Ghul wasn't Talia or Nyssa, either, instead a blonde between Mr al Ghul and Miss Cain's heights who seemed familiar. Master al Ghul was scowly, short and dark with deep green eyes, and also seemed familiar, but even less than Mrs al Ghul. Where had he seen them before? It wasn't in the League...

The visitors sat, uninvited, in the comfy leather chairs in front of his desk, Mr and Mrs in one, and Master on Miss's knee in the other.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of a social call from the League of Assassins?” he asked stiffly, casually reaching for the freshly sharpened batarangs under his desk.

“And what relation are you to the other al Ghuls?”

“Oh, we're not League—not officially anymore, anyways. Damian and I are Talia's sons and Steph is her daughter-in-law. Cass is our sister, unrelated to the others,” answered Mr al Ghul.

Steph.

That's who she reminded him of. Stephanie Brown, Spoiler, Robin...and dead.

“Stephanie?” he asked stupidly, because he couldn't believe it.

“The one and only!” she replied. “Long story short, I didn't die for keeps on Leslie's operating table, but she faked my death and moved us to Africa, where I met...my husband, and later I met Dami and then Cass. Long time no see, B-man.”

“Why...why didn't you come back? Why did...did you really marry an al Ghul?”

Steph stiffened. “I didn't come 'home' because I had no reason to, at first. You fired me, Tim broke up with me, my mom was addicted to drugs and my dad's Cluemaster, I had PTSD from Sionis's torture...and why shouldn't I marry an al Ghul? You nearly did, and it's not like I knew you were rivals, because I was never given even a crash course in Robin and oh yeah, we're a team and we work well together and love each other unconditionally. You have no room and no right to judge my life choices—I mean, you're a furry with a truckload of issues. You beat up bad guys every night for kicks and giggles and from PTSD.”

“How did you figure out I was Batman?”

“I didn't; Jay told me. For all of your paranoia, an awful lot of your enemies know your identity—half the freakin' League of Assassins, Deathstroke, Waller, like half your Rogues know...”

“Jay?”

“Jason al Ghul,” said the man. “We've met before, Mr Wayne.”

Red Hood. Jason al Ghul is Red Hood...but Hood is a native Gothamite. Bruce scrutinized Jason al Ghul, noting the light smatter of freckles across the nose, the sharpened jawline, the set of the eyes...Jason al Ghul is Red Hood is my Jason. He had the same dark wavy hair, freckles, challenging gaze, smirk, attitude of his Jason...But there were differences too—a thin scar on his right eyebrow to match Steph's, the unnoticeable-to-a-Bat scar on his chin from Willis was gone, his eyes were more teal and less ocean blue...

But still...”Jaylad?” Bruce whispered, hoping both for confirmation and denial—if he was his Jason, then he'd failed him yet again, letting him somehow get mixed up with the LoA and become a killer, but if he wasn't, another hope had been raised and shattered—

“Took you long enough, you big boob,” wisecracked Jason as he and Steph exchanged glances and money (that Bruce steadfastly ignored).

“What-how-when-why...”

“Who, where,” finished Jason. “Who: Jason Peter Todd-Wayne. Where: Gotham Cemetery. When: approximately six months after he died, so seven years ago. What: he woke up, dug out of his ridiculously heavy and expensive coffin and six feet of dirt, and was kidnapped by Talia's men a while later. Why: to heal him and get back at you, but plans are a funny thing and change easily. How: I have zero ideas. Maybe I'm a meta, maybe there was a glitch; who knows?

"Anyways, I trained, became the best, met Steph, we hit it off, teamed up, got married, found Cass and got Damian, and came here.”

“But...it's really you?”

“I stole the Batmobile's tires when I was 12 and you adopted me because you're a weirdo who doesn't know how theft and adoption actually work. I replaced Dick and you fought about it, but he finally gave me his blessing to wear the pixie boots. Alfie taught me how to cook a lot, I almost always got A's in school, Pride & Prejudice is my favourite book, you and Alfie and I would always buy each other 1st edition books, and the first book you ever gave me was a 1st edition A Christmas Carol for Hanukkah. My favourite colour is green, but I always wore a red hoodie because it was the last thing my mom gave me. Anything else you want to know, B?”

Bruce came around the desk to hug his son, tears in his eyes. Steph moved so Jason could be better hugged and he shot her a look of betrayal and desperation. When Jason didn't relax after 10 seconds of hug Bruce let go. “I'm so glad you're alive, son. We all missed you so much.”

Jason looked at Steph in a panic. Now what do I do?! And This wasn't supposed to happen! Written across his face so clearly Steph didn't need Cass's skills to read it.

“Look, B, I'm the Red Hood.”

“So?”

“So?! You hate me! I kill, and you don't! I took over half of 'your' city! -which you rarely patrolled, but still- You knew already?!”

“I figured it out when I figured out Jason al Ghul was Jason Todd. You'll always be my son, Jaylad, no matter what you do. You're right, I don't agree with your methods—no one appointed you judge, jury, and executioner. Still, I won't deny that you have improved the city, and I won't lie that I mourned Joker's or Black Mask's deaths...It could be worse...but even if it wasn't, it wouldn't change the fact that you're my son, Jason, and I miss you. Alfred misses you, Dick misses you, Babs misses you, Tim misses you...”

Jason sniffed. “Alfie been coaching you, Pops?”

Bruce shook his head. “You said some things as Hood the last couple times we ran into each other that made me think. Harley and Alfred also forced me to quarterly therapy sessions since Joker died,” he muttered distastefully.

Jason grinned. “All of us have a regular talk with our shrink, too. Mom insisted after she offed Ra's. Healthy emotional relationships—this is why I chose Mom in the divorce,” he said sotto voce to Damian, Cass, and Steph.

Bruce was affronted and a little wierded out by Jason calling Talia Mom but too happy to truly care. “So will you stay for dinner?”

Steph nodded at Jason and the other two silently agreed via body language. Jason sighed. “Sure. I'd better tell Alfred I'm alive.”

“No need, my boy,” said his pseudo-grandfather, entering the study like he hadn't been eavesdropping and silently praying to everything that Bruce wouldn't mess this up. He warmly hugged Jason and Steph. “I am so glad to see you both alive once again,” he choked.

“Thanks, Alfie. I missed you lots...'specially our book club and your orange turkey.”

“You always loved my food the most, Master Jason. Look how you've grown! And now happily married to Miss Stephanie. My, my. And who are your friends?”

“This is my little brother, Damian. Steph 'n' I are fostering him. And Cass, Steph's BFF and Dami's and my sister.”

Alfred smiled warmly at Cass and Damian. “Delighted to meet you both. Is there anything I should or should not make for dinner?”

“Dami's vegetarian, but the rest of us will eat anything,” contributed Steph.

“Would you like to help me in the kitchen, then, Master Jason? I'm sure you have many stories to tell and there is much you glossed over.”

“Uh...sure. Can the others come? Watch at least? Steph an' I're teaching Cass and Dami to cook and they like to watch.”

Also they're highly trained assassins who will be left alone in an unfamiliar, neutral if not slightly hostile, environment.

“Of course, you are all welcome, any time. Master Bruce, will you be joining us as well?” Alfred turned at the door to stare pointedly.

“Yes, I've just got to let the others know Jason and Stephanie are alive. Dick made me promise...after...Jason's funeral...” he explained awkwardly to his guests. Jason swallowed.

“Is it alright if they come for dinner too?” asked Bruce.

Jason and Steph exchanged glances at Bruce asking and then looked at Cass and Damian, who shrugged. “...just warn Dick to turn off 'Golden Retriever Mode',” grumbled Jason.

“Thank you, son.”

Jason quickly followed Alfred to the kitchen, tracing the path in his memory and noticing the very few alterations from the past 7 years. He'd snuck into the Manor twice since he died—once, when he killed Joker, to get his stash from his hideyhole and his first copy of P&P; twice, a few months ago to check how much security changed from his Robin days. The memorial in the Cave infuriated him, but he talked it over with Steph and their (poor, underpaid) therapist and realized it was just Bruce Bruceing. The kitchen had been slightly updated, but everything was still in the places Jason remembered and he fell into an easy dance with Alfred while the others sat at the peninsula and watched and chatted.

Bruce opened the Bat-GC.

IamJustice: All report to my study at 17:00

IamtheNightWing: Why?

RedRobinYum:^

MasterofKnowledge: Is it good or bad?

IamJustice: Good. 17:00 at the latest. Mandatory family dinner.

Once everybody agreed to meet in Bruce's study at 5:00, he headed to the kitchen, still unbelieving that his son was actually in it. Alive and happy.

Bruce smiled to see Alfred and Jason in matching pink frilly aprons dancing around each other as they talked uninterrupted, a row of smiling spectators happy for Jason-his Jason-their Jason.

“...So then I turned to Steph, because she's always got –oh, hey, B.”

“What are you making? It smells delicious.”

Jason looked a little surprised. “The orange sauce for Alfie's turkey. I was just telling him about the time Steph and I were mugged as 'tourists' on a recon mission in Tokyo. The amateurs were laughable.”

Steph added, “I mean, they picked Jay as a target. I guess 'cause we're white they took us for tourists and not ninja. It took us a minute to knock 'em out—all 4 of them.”

Ace trotted in and Damian lit up when he began licking his hand.

“You like animals?” asked Bruce. Damian nodded.

Steph groaned. “He has a dog, cat, turkey, and dragonbat. Like is an understatement; that's why Dami's vegetarian. We put our foot down on the cow and made sure she went to a good home instead. Damian visits monthly.” “Batcow was going to be slaughtered inhumanely. She did not deserve that,” Damian sniffed.

Cass patted his spiky head. “Good job rescuing, Dami.”

“Batcow?” mouthed Bruce to Jason.

He grinned and nodded. “She's got a mark on her nose that looks kinda like your symbol, hence Bat-cow. I told him Dick named everything by adding the 'bat-' prefix when he was little.”

“You told him about us?”

“As much as I disliked it, you're all his family too. They made better bedtime stories than the League's history, anyways.” Jason looked back to stirring the sauce in the pot and Bruce and Alfred exchanged proud, happy looks.

~♡~

At 5:00 Dick and Tim came up the stairs from the Batcave, through the secret passageway, to Bruce's study. Babs came through the elevator door. “What's up, Bruce?”

Bruce sighed. “I had visitors today, Tim, and...one of them was Stephanie. Leslie faked her death and took her to Africa.”

Once everyone processed that statement, Bruce continued. “She was with a man...who was Jason Todd. Somehow he's alive—none of us know how, but he is.”

Everone stared at Bruce in shock and disbelief.

“Their DNA matches, and so do their memories. I know it's a surprise, but Jason and Stephanie are alive and well.”

“What took so long? Why now? It's been almost eight years! Was-was it recent?”

Bruce shook his head. “That's another thing. The new gang taking over Gotham—Red Hood, and his lieutenants Indigo and Orphan...the Red Hood is Jason and Stephanie is Indigo.”

“Jason Peter Todd, 'I'm-Robin-and-being-Robin-gives-me-magic', is Red Hood,” clarified Babs slowly. “What happened?”

“I was lured by my bio-mom and brutally attacked before I was left for dead in a warehouse rigged to blow.”

Everyone stared as Jason entered the study, comparing the changes to the Jason they knew and mourned.

“Being beaten half to death with a crowbar and waking up in your coffin six feet under sure changes your perspective on things.”

Dick choked and Babs and Tim's eyes widened. They'd never known exactly what happened to Jason since Batman arrived just too late.

“Hello, Big Wing, Barbie. Long time no see...you look good.”

“So do you.” Babs wheeled over and Jason leaned over to hug her.

“Well anything would be better than the last time you saw me, huh?” He turned to Dick. “Stop beating yourself up about missing my funeral. I was mad for a bit- but that was mostly the Pit Madness- you were offworld and didn't know. It's fine. Just come to my next one.”

Dick flew to Jason and wrapped him arms around him in a way even Jason couldn't escape the inevitable octopus hug. “Little Wing! I missed you so much!”

After a couple minutes of tearful Dick Jason pulled away to look Tim over. “You're my Replacement, I see. Well, I was Dick's. You did a good job as Robin, but you're definitely better as Red Robin. No one's quite the OG Robin, huh?”

Tim flushed, pleased at meeting his hero-crush and said hero-crush complimenting him.

Ooh, right, you're Steph's ex...this will be awkward, realized Jason. “And hold off the Inquisition until we're all at supper. I'm only telling doing this once, if I can help it. Speaking of, Alfie sent me up here to say dinner's on in 10.”

While Jason talked with the others, Bruce looked on happily. This was the happiest day he'd had since...before Jason died, he realized with a start.

While everyone washed up and Cass and Damian helped Alfred bring the food over, Jason cornered Steph by the dining room door. “Hey, are you sure you're okay?”

“Yes, Jay. You're more important to them and they knew you longer. I'm not that self-centred, yeesh. It wasn't my place...and seeing you and Tim's first meeting would've been even more awkward if I just popped in and was like, 'hey, it's me, ya ex and your predecessor's wife! Also surprise, I'm not actually dead!'”

“Stephanie,” Bruce walked up.

“Yes?”

He took a deep breath. “I apologize for not training you when you were Robin, and making you an outsider. You reminded me strongly of Jason and...it was quite painful. I am truly sorry...and...I suppose you're my daughter-in-law, now?”

“You're always gonna be stuck with me somehow, B-man!” grinned Steph. “Thanks for the apology, and I already forgave you in therapy. We're good.”

Bruce exhaled a little, relieved, and Jason nodded approvingly. “You're doing better than I thought, B.”

He escaped into the dining room after expressing his weekly emotional range in one afternoon and Jason turned to Steph.

“Thanks for your support, love.”

“No problem—DRC gotta stick together!” Jason snorted and grinned at her humour and kissed her slowly. “You're the best.”

~♡~

Tim halted in the hallway's shadows as Jason and Steph broke apart and walked into the room, hand-in-hand. That was a bit of a shock. Somehow, when Bruce had said Stephanie came in with Jason, he hadn't thought, with with Jason.

Jason was alive. Steph was alive. Jason and Steph had somehow met and were together. He and Steph had only dated for a bit before they broke up and then she “died”, but it was still weird, your ex dating your...brother (was he even his brother since they had literally never interacted except for a couple times at formal Gotham events when they were small)? The emotions were confusing so he shoved them down to deal with later. All that mattered was the dead ex-Robins were with them now. It wasn't like he still had romantic feelings for Steph anyways, it was just...all so confusing. He remembered Steph's random tangents when she was younger and a bittersweet pang jolted through Tim. Steph was always such a chaos gremlin. He couldn't decide if it was better or worse that she hadn't appeared to change much since her “death.”

~♡~

Dick, Babs, and Tim walked into the dining room and halted. “...Who're you?”

Jason looked up from pouring sparkling cider and introduced the strangers. “This is Cass—she's family—and Damian...” He and Steph suddenly looked at each other, slightly panicked.

“Is he yours?” Dick asked.

“No...Steph and I're his guardians.” We didn't tell B yet! Jason screamed internally.

Alfred actually joined the family for dinner, sitting at the foot. Bruce was at the head, the Bats sat along the left, and the guests were on the right. The feast had several delicious vegetarian options for Damian in the mix of bounty. Alfred had been so happy he may have gone slightly overboard on the menu.

“So...you and Jason are together?” Babs asked Steph.

“Yep! Five years since we met.” Steph proudly showed off her diamond-and-amethyst wedding ring.

“How did you...not die? And meet each other?” Babs continued cautiously.

“Well, I did die on the table, but Leslie brought me back,” Steph confessed easily. “We went to Africa, and I finished school online and learned some nursing from Leslie. I saw a group of kids being taken by force so a friend and I jumped in, Jay came by a minute later and finished the fight and walked me home. He asked me out a couple months later, and we got married two years ago.”

“You look...happy,” said Tim.

Steph smiled, love shining at Jason. “I am. I'm sorry about the awkwardness 'cause of...us,” she gestured between her and Tim, and her and Jason, “but I didn't know you were brothers when we started dating...”

“It's okay—I'm not jealous or anything, it's just, um...all quite surprising. Everything.”

Steph nodded at Tim thankfully, then turned to Jason. “Why don't you tell your story, habibi?”

“Ugh, fine. I died, woke up in my coffin about six months later, catatonic. I do remember digging through the wood and dirt with my belt buckle and fingernails...I wandered the streets for a while on muscle memory until I fought off a few of T's guys and she came to see who did that and recognized me. She fixed my catatonia and dialled my anger issues to 11 by dunking me in the Knockoff Mountain Dew and sent me 'round the world to train, where I met Steph. Anything else you want to hear, should I censor for innocent ears?” Jason asked Dick, nodding at Tim, who sqwalked in outrage.

“Shouldn't you censor for Damian's innocent ears?”

“Damian hasn't had the luxury of innocent ears,”Jason said coldly, all joking gone. He hated kids getting touched by the world, marked indelibly before their time, and Damian had not had an easy childhood.

Dick cleared his throat. “So, how'd you meet Cass?”

Steph volunteered to tell the story. “We'd just arrived in Hong Kong, so I went out for groceries. On my way back, I saw Cass fighting...I think it was eight guys. I helped out and dragged her home with me. That was a little over a year ago. Dami showed up on our doorstep, courtesy of Talia, about then, too.”

The rest of the meal continued in the same manner, telling stories on both sides from when they hadn't seen each other. Then Cass looked at Jason and signed rapidly. He nodded and stood. “Thanks for dinner, Alfie; it was delicious. We've got to leave now; see y'all later. Have a safe patrol.” Steph and Damian also stood and followed them to the door. Bruce trailed behind. “Will you come by soon? You're all always welcome here, anytime.”

“Thanks, B. We'll be by later this week to make it up to Alfred by skipping out without doing dishes.” Jason and Damian drove off on a motorbike, side-by-side with Steph and Cass.

Tim followed them aerially by a drone, but only traced them to the Iceberg Lounge before he lost them.

~♡~

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Friends To Arranged Marriage To...Wait, How Many Kids?

Bruce Wayne x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 3K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: Y'all ever write a self-indulgent Friends To Lovers fic? 'Cause that's what this is. Enjoy! -Thorne

It wasn’t unusual for her to suddenly appear in his office. She did it most days. Okay, it was more like every day but that’s not important. The fact is, she showed up and he wasn’t at all the least bit surprised when she barged through the office door and slammed it behind her.

“Morning,” he murmured, taking his eyes off the screen but a moment to lock them with hers.

“Good morning, Bruce,” she responded with a polite smile. “We need to talk.”

That wasn’t unusual either. When she came to the office it was because she wanted to either complain about something going on or because she was bored and didn’t have anything to do, so badgering her best friend seemed like the best option. It wasn’t, but he wasn’t going to tell her that.

“What do we need to talk about?” Bruce questioned, clicking at the mouse until his screen loaded.

“Something important. Something especially important.” She replied and with one hand reached behind her and flipped the lock on his door.

Now that was unusual. And Bruce saw this going one of two ways and he hoped it wasn’t the first way that involved her pulling a gun.

“Okay,” he said and watched her out of the corner of his eye as waltzed around his desk and perched herself on the corner. “Am I in trouble, (Y/N)?”

“If you disagree with me, you will be,” she retorted and she started fumbling in her tote.

“You sound serious,” Bruce noted.

(Y/N) harrumphed. “I am quite possibly the most serious I’ve been in years.” She pulled out three manila folders and handed them to him, watching as he opened the first and started reading through it.

He didn’t say anything as he opened the others and read them but frowned when he set them aside and went back to his computer.

“I’ve already planned on a new secretary, (Y/N).”

She watched him with careful eyes and explained, “Those aren’t secretary files, Bruce. They’re marriage candidates.”

At that, his entire body went rigid and ever so slowly he drew his gaze from the screen back to her, staring her straight in the eyes.

“I…beg your pardon?” he asked as if not understanding what she’d just said.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and picked up the files. “Each of these women are successful elites from either Metropolis, Star, or Central City. You have arranged marriage meetings with them Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday to decide which one you want to marry.”

This was happening way too fast, and he still didn’t know what “this” was.

“I’m not opposed to marriage, (Y/N), but why?”

She pointed to the picture on his desk, and he briefly glanced at it. Him, Dick, and Alfred on Christmas morning last year.

“Dick needs a mother.” She was never one to mince her words. “A father can raise a son, but the boy needs a mother’s love too, Bruce.”

“I think you’re a bit out of line here.” He remarked, brows pulling together. “We’re fine at the manor.”

“Bruce…please don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re not a soft man. You’re hard edges and firmness, and while that isn’t a bad thing, Dick needs a mother who can be the parent that isn’t firm. He needs a mother’s guiding hand.”

She handed him the files again. “I’ve met each of these women. They’re good women who will make wonderful wives and even better mothers.” She stared at him. “You should know how important it is for a boy to have a mother.”

Bruce was on his feet in an instant, in front of her, eyes narrowed into a glare as he bit out, “(Y/N), now you’re out of line.”

“Really?” she challenged, not at all threatened by his towering figure. “Look my in the eye and tell me which parent you miss more. Thomas…or Martha?”

“I miss both of my parents. Every day.”

“And I don’t doubt that. But I know you miss Martha the most. Isn’t she the one you promised to save Gotham for?” (Y/N) questioned and his mouth snapped shut, jaw clenching tightly as he averted his eyes because he knew she was right.

She reached out and rested a hand on his forearm, forcing his eyes to hers once more; her gaze softened and she murmured, “You miss your mother more than the world, Bruce. How do you think Dick feels every night when he goes to sleep? Fathers are the protectors for their children, but mothers are the comforters—there are going to be things that you can’t help him with, but a woman can.”

(Y/N) gazed at him and pulled her hand away. “At least go and meet them,” she requested and when he didn’t say anything, she sighed and picked up her tote, making her way to the door.

She flipped the lock and paused, glancing over her shoulder to say, “At least think about what I’ve said, Bruce. For Dick…and for you.” He met her eyes and she added, “I think getting married would be good for you too.”

He nodded, and since that was all they could hope for, she left the office and Bruce collapsed into his chair, turning around to stare out the window.

***

His theory that she would show up Friday evening proved true when she waltzed into his office and took a seat in one of the leather chairs in front of his desk, delicately crossing one of her legs over the other.

“How’d the interviews go?” she asked, not even bothering to ask him how his day was or how his week had been.

“My day was great, (Y/N), thanks for asking,” he mocked with a glare and she waved it off.

“Interviews, Bruce. How’d they go.”

He let out a sigh. “They went well. Each of them was polite and kind.”

“And?” (Y/N) gestured for him to continue.

“And nothing. That’s it.”

She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “Seriously? You just met them for a singular purpose and all you’ve got it, they’re polite and kind?” She glared at him. “What’d you talk about?”

Bruce sighed again and reclined in his office chair. “Humanitarian works, college days, high society—you know, the usual.”

(Y/N) gave him an unamused look. “Did any ask for a second date?”

“All of them in fact.”

“Did you agree?”

“No.”

Her head lolled back, and she glared at the ceiling. “Did you even think about what I talked about a few days ago?”

“I still am.”

“Then why didn’t you agree to see one of them again?”

“Because there wasn’t anything we had in common.”

“Most people who have arranged marriages don’t, Bruce. That’s why you go on dates and get to know them.” Her eyes were still on the ceiling. “What’s the real reason you said no?” She always knew when he’d lied to her.

After a moment, he murmured, “…I didn’t think any of them would be suitable to be Dick’s adoptive mother.”

“I guess that’s…fair,” she agreed and they both fell silent.

A couple minutes later, he said, “I’ve been thinking about what you said though, (Y/N). About finding a wife who would be a good mother for Dick.”

“Uh huh.”

“I think you’re right. I do offer Dick everything a father could. Support, protection, guidance…but he is missing that love only a mother can give a son.”

“And how’s that making you feel?” she questioned softly.

His voice got quiet. “Like how I was when I was growing up without mother. (Y/N), I…I don’t want Dick to feel that way.”

At that, she drew her gaze from the ceiling to his eyes and she reasoned, “Then I think you should call one of the girls back and agree to a second date. You won’t find perfection in one day, even with how intuitive you are.”

Bruce shrugged. “I just want to find someone closer to Gotham. Someone who is familiar with us already.”

(Y/N) grunted. “I purposely moved away from Gotham because no one is.”

“That’s fair,” Bruce chuckled, and they fell into a silence again.

Suddenly, a thought flashed across her mind and she sat up. “Us.” She blurted out and he looked at her.

“What?”

(Y/N) gestured between them. “Us, Bruce. You and me.”

“I don’t follow,” he replied with a confused expression and she huffed, rolling her eyes.

“You’re an idiot,” she griped, then she stood and planted her hands on his desk, leaning over to get in his face. “You and I are the closest to Gotham as you’ll get, and I’m familiar with you and Dick.” She smiled. “Marry me.”

She could count on one hand how many times she’d ever stunned her best friend silent and that was number two because his jaw went slack and his eyebrows shot up to his hairline, steel blue eyes wide.

(Y/N) frowned. “Oh, come on, you can’t tell me the thought didn’t cross your mind at least once.” Silence. “Oh my God, are you serious? You didn’t even think about it at all? Like ever?”

He shook his head, mouth still hanging open.

“Oh, for God’s sakes, close your mouth and wipe that stupid look off your face. It’s not a completely inconceivable idea, you moron.” (Y/N) held a hand up, counting off her fingers, “I’m of acceptable status, I dress well, I’m thoroughly educated, I do humanitarian work all over the world, I love your son, and I’m probably the one woman that doesn’t make you wanna stab yourself in the eye with a fork.”

She grinned at him. “You’re not going to find anyone better than me here in Gotham, Brucie-boy. Besides, I think (Y/N) Wayne has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

Finally, he managed to make himself speak and he blurted out, “I stopped thinking like five minutes ago. I’m not even sure how to do that anymore.”

(Y/N) pulled a face and griped, “You’re an idiot.”

“I am not,” he retorted with a glare. “You can’t just propose to your best friend out of the blue and expect them to function like it’s normal!”

“You’re Batman,” she whispered. “Figure it out.” (Y/N) pointed at him. “There’s another plus on my side! I already know your deepest secrets! See, aren’t I a catch?”

“Was this your plan all along?” Bruce suddenly questioned and she gaped at him for a second before shaking her head.

“…No.”

“(Y/N),” he drawled, and she sighed.

“Alright, it crossed my mind a couple times but that’s why I started with the other women first. I was kinda hoping you’d pick one of them.” (Y/N) looked at him. “I really don’t see anything wrong with us getting married though. We’ve been friends since we were babies, we have a lot of the same interests, and we both care for Dick.”

She shrugged. “I mean we might not be in love, but our marriage doesn’t have to be. We’re stepping up for a greater good. For a young boy who deserves to have two parents.” (Y/N) reached out and held out her hand. “So? What do you say?”

Bruce gazed at her for a long time, longer than she was comfortable with because she knew he was mentally pulling her mind apart. After a few moments he stood and walked around the desk to stand in front of her.

She pulled her hand back in and gave a curious look. “Bruce?” His hands gently took hold of her cheeks and he leaned forward, even as her eyes went wide and she whispered, “Bruce, what—”

He softly brushed his lips against hers and (Y/N) all but melted against him, her hands pressed flat against his chest. They pulled away a moment later and he rested his forehead to hers.

“I think we can make it work, (Y/N).”

She couldn’t fight the giddy smile that came over her face. “Yeah?”

Bruce matched her smile. “Yeah.”

***

“So, you’re tellin’ me,” he started dubiously, looking at him. “That you and Ma only got together because you guys wanted to make sure Golden-boy had two parents instead of just you?”

Bruce didn’t even take his eyes off the screen as he responded absentmindedly, “That pretty much covers it.”

Jason threw his hands in the air. “There’s no way! There’s no way that shit was arranged! You two make googly eyes at one another when you think no one is watching and you kiss Ma before you go to work every day!” he looked at his brothers. “Y’all know what I’m sayin’ right?”

Tim nodded. “Jay’s got a point, dad. For an arranged marriage, the two of you are really in love.”

Dick placed a hand over his heart and smugly admitted, “You’re welcome everyone, for bringing mom and dad together in real love.”

A chorus of “Fuck you’s” echoed from Jason and Tim, and Damian placed his hands on his hips.

“When did you know you loved Umi, Father?”

Finally, he pulled his gaze from the Batcomputer, and even behind his cowl, they could see the love he had in his eyes and in his voice as he said, “Your mother and I dated for a year before we married, but the night of our wedding, we spent it at the manor and Dick crawled into our bed and spent the night wrapped in our arms.”

Bruce smiled. “I woke up early that morning and saw him curled in (Y/N)’s arms and all I could think was that I’d never loved a woman more than that moment then.” His eyes shifted to all of his sons. “And I’ve only fallen deeper in love with her with each of you that’s come into our home. You make us better parents every day and I wouldn’t change what I was given for anything in the world.”

He barely had time to breathe before all four of his sons were crashing into him, squeezing him as tears spilled down their cheeks.

Bruce huffed a quiet laugh and took a moment to brush a hand through each of his sons’ hair. “I love you, boys.”

A chorus of “I love you too’s” came back at him and before anyone could speak, they heard someone coo, “Aww, that’s so sweet!”

They spun around to see (Y/N) with her phone out, a mile-wide smile on her face, eyes shining with tears.

“Ma…what are you doing?” Jason questioned and she clicked something on her phone.

“Oh, nothing, my sweet boy,” she smiled, and all of her sons started pulling away from Bruce.

“Did you just record that?” Tim asked and she took a step back.

“I would never!” and she stared them down for a split second before spinning on her heel and hauling off towards the stairs. Her sons sprinted after her and she let out a squeal as she skipped the steps two at a time to get away from them.

“Ma come back here!” Jason shouted.

“Umi! Our dignity is on that phone!”

“I dunno, I think it’s sweet!”

“It’s not going to be sweet when she sends it to the group chat that every superhero is in, Dick! We have reputations!”

“Oh…that’s a good point, Tim. Mom! Come back here!”

(Y/N) gasped as someone’s arms wrapped around her waist and she came face to face with Bruce—well, Batman, and she yelped when he pulled her phone out of her pocket.

“Bruuuuuuce!” she whined. “Please don’t delete it!” (Y/N) reached for the phone and he held it out of reach. “Darling, my sweet darling, Bruce, please,” she plead. “If you love your wife and mother of your children, you won’t do that.”

His gaze darted to hers and she pouted, sticking her bottom lip out in the way that she knew he’d crack. “Please, my heart. Let me have a reminder of my beautiful boys.”

“You won’t send it to the chats?” he asked, and she crossed a finger over her heart.

“Cross my heart, darling.” He handed her back the phone and she smiled, leaning up to peck the corner of his mouth. “Thank you, Bruce.”

He cupped her cheek with his gloved hand, thumb brushing over her cheekbone and he pulled her into a real kiss, ignoring the exaggerated gags behind him.

“I love you,” he murmured as he pulled away from her lips. “More than you know.”

(Y/N) hummed, her eyes still closed, and she whispered, “You might love me more, but I love you most.” She opened her eyes and gazed at him. “All my boys.”

Suddenly, her phone started dinging like crazy and he stared at her, his Batman voice coming out as he surmised, “You sent it to the chat, didn’t you?”

She gave him an innocent smile and giggled, “I might’ve.”

“You’re going to pay for all the teasing that Hal and Barry are going to give me, (Y/N) Wayne,” he warned, and she scoffed.

“Oh, boo hoo, I’m so scared of what the big bad Bat is go—” a gasp escaped her when he hauled her up against his body and she stared at him with wide eyes.

A siren went off down in the cave and he looked towards the boys. “Go.” They all hurried off, complaining about the various texts they were all getting.

Bruce looked back at her, voice lowering as he growled, “After patrol I’m coming up to the bedroom and you’d better be ready, because I’m not going to stop ravishing you until you’re begging me for release.”

Something hot, tight, and fierce shot through (Y/N)’s gut and she could only flounder like a fish as he pulled her into another searing kiss before he spun on his heel and descended into the cave.

She gathered herself and called out after him, “You can’t just say something like that and then leave! That’s not fair, Bruce! Bruce, are you listening to me!”

Only his laughter echoed from below.

“Bruce!”

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