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Jason: What's it called when you mix coffee and hard liquor?
Dick: Getting ready for work.
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“Tim. Timmy. Ancients, kid, what are you doing?!”
Danny Phantom smacked away the instinctual terror of seeing an eight year old dangling out of a third story window.
“I gotta go take pictures of Batman and Robin! They’re out tonight!”
Danny thought that his barely healed vivisection wound might bust open from the sheer stress.
“Setting aside how you even know the patrol schedule of honest to god vigilantes, why’d you choose the window? The house is literally empty, just walk out the front door, for Ancient’s sake.”
Tim paused, a motion Danny was overwhelmingly thankful for, and blinked sheepishly.
“Um… for the aesthetic?”
Danny allowed the silence to settle between them before dropping his head into his waiting hands. Tim panicked.
“You- you can’t stop me!”
And yeah, Danny really can’t. In the months he’s been mooching off of the Drakes (not that they’ll notice), Danny’s learned that Tim Drake is nothing but relentless in the pursuit of whatever he sets his mind on. Whether thet might be putting hot chocolate in his cereal (which Danny doesn’t actually mind) or, apparently, stalking a pair of vigilantes.
He wanted to hack into the library cameras? Danny had to hover just to make sure the kid didn’t get caught after arguing for an hour about it.
He walked out of that argument with a loss, yes, but he also let Tim know that Danny cared about him. Danny also walked out of that argument with a new hatred for Janet and Jack Drake and his mind (just as diabolical as Tim’s) whirring with plans to haunt them.
Tim is never ever introducing his new little brother to Tucker. Ever.
“Okay. I don’t want to see you take unnecessary risks, but I’m also aware that I can’t really stop you. So. I’ll go with you.”
Maybe this is like… Tim’s obsession? When he put it that way, Danny lost the fight to prevent this tiny kid from what clearly is the only joy in his poor life.
“But…!” Tim’s eyes darted to Danny’s chest, the vivisection scars still fresh in his mind.
“They’re healed.” Danny pulled his dumbass little brother off the window sill, core settling as Tim follows willingly. “I’ll make us invisible and fly with you behind Batman and Robin so you can get even better shots. You can’t make any noise, though. That camera got a shutter sound, right?”
“Yeah!” Tim’s face brightened and Danny melted. He shoved a bottle of the (incredibly stinky but helpful in a pinch) ecto contaminated tap water into a backpack, along with some snacks and a blanket for when Tim gets cold. Danny’ll be fine, he’s got a Space Core. The cold his kind of his thing.
“Cool. We’ll stay out of earshot. If things starts to get too dicey, we’re heading home, okay?”
“Okay!” The look Tim shot him is full of trust and adoration and it makes Danny’s human heart squeeze painfully. “C’mon! I don’t want to be late!”
“We need to talk about your stalking tendencies later,” Danny said fondly.
“I’m not stalking them! I’m observing them!”
“Uh-huh,” Danny drawled, picking Tim up and making them intangible and invisible. “They’re not a bird observatory and also, even the birds in the observatory knows they’re being watched. Batman and Robin clearly doesn’t.”
Danny felt more than saw Tim’s pout.
He laughs as they fly just below the Gotham-brand of toxic smog. He waves to the City’s Spirit as Tim cranes his head around to catch sight of Batman and Robin.
“There!”
Danny obliged. With Danny’s flight, Tim got much better- much closer- photos than he would have originally.
Danny hung back as the pair of vigilantes swooped down to take care of a mugging.
“Wanna mess with them?” He grinned down at his little brother, canines glinting.
Tim looked up at him, admiration and mischievousness in his gaze. “Yes.”
Gotham parted her clouds in response to their glee.
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Dick Grayson, AKA Robin, finally understood why criminals are so creeped out by him.
Other than the whole flippy child kicking grown people’s asses and winning thing, obviously (that, and Batman loomed menacingly behind him everytime a criminal even looked at Robin wrong).
Batman had picked up on it first, but the for entirety of their patrol, they kept hearing eerie little giggles and laughter. Haunting them. Never distracting. But persistent. And so creepy. He got goosebumps.
“B, I wanna go home.”
“Hm.” That’s a resounding yes if Dick’s ever heard one.
Maybe Alfred can chase away the giggles and chuckles.
Robin shudders and follows the Bat home.
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Danny lowered the temperature as he held Tim up near Batman’s cowl so his brother could giggle menacingly. He knew for a fact that any recording device would get completely cram led by the sheer output of ambient ectoplasm he’s emitting. Plus, it freaked Robin out and raised the hairs on the back of the vigilantes’ heads. He tones it down when he noticed Tim rubbing his hands together.
He let out a quiet laugh, enjoying the flight with his brother in his arm and the light of the stars (thanks, Gotham) at his back.
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Danny: oh, this kid’s got an Obsession, gotta let him do it safely, he’s a liminal from all that tap water
Danny: *forgets Tim isn’t a ghost nor is he from Amity and is therefore extremely breakable*
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Danny and Tim: doing crime is a good bonding activity
Batman and Robin, who wants to say no it isn’t but they’re literally a pair of illegal vigilantes:
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Dick as Robin: *cackles*
Tim, learning habits from stalking them: *giggles*
Gotham Criminals: *fear*
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Why doesn't Batfam age? Because they're vampires, all of them except Damian Wayne
Let me explain:
Everything starts years ago when Dick moved to Blüdhaven, he found the Vampire court there and - in one failed mission - he becomes one
Dick starts living as a vampire and adapts himself very well to his new life, Bruce dislikes it and both argue a lot
Dick tries to convince Bruce that becoming a vampire is a good choice, being Batman is not enough, Bruce is still a human, one day he will become old and the city will still need Batman. Bruce needs to do more. Be more. But Bruce rejected this idea and did not become a vampire.
Tiny Jason then shows up, canon stuff happens and then Jason died
This destroys Bruce, "if I listen Dick, Jason could be alive now" he blames himself, guilt eating him inside, Jason could be alive if Bruce was not a coward, if Bruce was a vampire he could save Jason. Jason died because he was weak
And Bruce doesn't want to be weak anymore
Dick then turns Bruce into a vampire days after Jason's funeral
Alfred also becomes a vampire that night, both by Dick
When Tim shows up Bruce is already a vampire, he rejected Tim in the start but afraid to lose Tim in the same way he loses Jason, he asked if Tim wants to become a vampire as well
Tim, desperate for acceptance and to be part of something important, accept
Bruce bites Tim and turns him into a vampire
When Stephanie appears, she automatically refuses the invitation, "you're not my dad, Batman"
Unfortunately, after her incident with Black Mask, Bruce bites her against her will
Bruce finds her covered in blood, pale and breathing weakly. Almost dying. He's losing a child again. Something he promised would never happen again. But then Stephanie is dying. Desperate to save that child and redeem himself, Bruce bites her
Stephanie was very hurt by this and moved away from vigilantism for a while to adapt to her new life. This cursed.
Surprising Cassandra accepts without hesitation, no one really understands her reasons for accepting this
Cass has a slight adjustment problem at first, but she tries to live as much as possible as if nothing has changed
And then Jason Todd returns
He is really hurt (emotionally) for all this shit and hates Bruce for what he did and what he didn't
Jason also hates Tim in the start for having accepted this shit so easily
No Bruce or Alfred can't convince Jason to become a vampire (they don't want to lose Jason again)
Then who bites him? Dick
They fight a lot, but Dick Grayson is charismatic, he always gets what he wants and this time there's no difference, Dick bites Jason
Years past and then there is Damian
The blood son, the heir of the Demon
Everyone is sure that Dick will bite Damian, they're close to each other, and in true Dick almost did it, but then Damian rejected
They fought really bad that night, Dick lost and Damian doesn't talk with him for a month after that accident
No one knows what happened
Why did Damain reject this?
They all thought Damian wanted to become part of the family, then why Damian rejected this?
After a while Duke Thomas joined the family, he hesitated to become a vampire in the start, but in the end he accepted it
This becomes the most funny joke of all time because his powers
And Damian is still the only human
Once again Bruce tried to lure Damian to become a vampire and once again there was a bloody fight, and in the end Damian is still a human and he stopped talking with Bruce for two months after that
All important members of Justice league know about the vampire family and accept it very well (it was a mess in the start but Batman is there for so long, they don't see him and his family as dangerous anymore)
Damian dies and comes back and he is still a human
Jon then becomes his friend, and all Kent house is chocked when they see Damian eat his vegetarian food
"Aren't you a vampire?" "No"
They assume that Bruce doesn't want to turn a kid into a vampire and let Damian grow a little. They're wrong about that
Time passes and Damian is now a teenager, life is own life doing his own stuff, not as Batman, not as Robin either Demon, just he own hero path
Jon is unsure when Damian will become a vampire, then he decided to ask his best friend about this
"tt" Damian is tired of this vampire shit, he knows how his family looks for him, every single one already tried to talk about this stuff with him and this always ends in a mess. Actually he is not surprised with the ask, but who is asking. Jon, his best friend. The stupid half alien and Damian are just tired
then Damian decides to talk the truth, the same truth he talks at Dick, Bruce and Alfred years ago after they stop fighting against each other. The same truth who is always together with the silence treatment
"My mother... She is not perfect, she made a lot of mistakes as well my father too, she turned me who I am and she also told me about this vampire thing, and she said she wouldn't be mad if I became like him, and in the past I also wanted to become like him but now..."
"but now?" Jon started Damian, the half alien is always curious about this fact and he doesn't understand why Damian is talking about his mom
"when I choose to live with my father and give up the league I thought it would be different, but then here we go Damian, there's a vampire cult with people who fear the dead and, even when they deny it, they also seek for power. The truth is I'm tired of cults, Ra's or Wayne's, they're not so different, this is still a cult"
"I... I don't want to live like them, Jon, I want to die as a human, Batman becomes an immortal and the demon head is also immortal. I don't fear the dead, I want to die as a human"
I just like to think about the potential angst with Damian and his family, how betrayed he will feel when he realizes that Dick and Bruce are not so different from Ra's, people afraid of death
In the worst case scenario Damian becomes a vampire against his will, who did it? Tim Drake
It was an extreme a desperate situation, Tim Drake just wants to save his baby brother lives and ignore Damain pleading to let him die
That was the first time that the house saw Damian crying. He understands why Tim did it, but still he feels betrayed and sobs with this curse
Damian is inconsolable for days and isolates himself, becoming exactly what he always feared, an immortal who steals people's lives to gain power exactly what his grandfather always said he would become
#dc comics#batfamily#damian wayne#jason todd#dick grayson#tim drake#batfam#alfred pennyworth#bruce wayne#cassandra cain#stephanie brown#duke thomas#jonathan samuel kent#just me thinking about super angst vampire damian wayne now#do is he happy with this life?#i have so many thoughts
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hi im a little insane and i read way too many fics 💖
here are some fics I've enjoyed this week! so far it's mostly batman, danny phantom, and crossovers between those two! haha I need some variety I swear.
everything under the read more because I have fifteen (15) listed! <3 okay thanks for checking out my recs!!
(if the formatting is a little ugly, it's because i did this on the app on my phone <3)
(tumblr (app) is a peice of shit and deleted some of the fics i had on here. aaaaaaaaa) (i will try again next week)
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Wait, I'm a What? by @atiyasnake
based on a tumblr post
Incomplete. Multi-Chaptered. 31k+ Words. Last Updated June. 5k+ Kudos. Misunderstandings. Ghost King Danny. Accidental Crime Lord Danny. Cryptid Danny. Sentient Gotham.
He kept taking the cash from the assholes (and damn there were a lot of assholes near where he lived) messing with the residents who lived in the area. He kept accepting their offers of food. So because of this new routine that kept him able to afford to rent out his shitty (and possibly illegal) apartment and the hunger pangs sufficiently satisfied, rumors grew.
Like and Survive - Phantom’s Guide to Young Hero Survival by @robinasnyder
based on a tumblr post
Incomplete. Multi-Chaptered. 73k+ Words. Last Updated July. 3k+ Kudos. Youtuber Danny. Ghost King Danny. Adult Danny. Good Parent Clark Kent. Therapist Jasmine Fenton.
Phantom is considered an old timer who deals with a small city and nowhere else. When he begins uploading videos with advice for young heroes, he hopes a few new heroes might avoid some of the pain he went through. He's shocked at just how popular his advice suddenly becomes.
Bus To Nowhere by @precarious-hermit
Incomplete. Multi-Chaptered. 98k+ Words. Last Updated July. 20k+ Kudos. Ghost King Danny. Bad Parents Jack and Maddie Fenton.
After being on the run from his parents and the government for a couple of months, moving from town to town, Danny ends up in Gotham City and decides to risk staying in Batman's territory. He'd take the wrath of Batman over live vivisection via beloved parents or being studied and torn apart by the government. Besides, he's not a meta. Being dead is a medical condition.
The Firstborn Son by @faeriekit
Complete. Two-Shot. 7.5k Words. 1k+ Kudos. Ghost King Danny. The Infinite Realms. Dimension Travel. Accidental Child Acquisition. Child Endangerment. Mind Control. Horror.
Danny Phantom, a somewhat established ruler of the Ghost Zone, has unwittingly acquired a baby.
And. Well. He can't exactly keep it in Pariah's Keep. He's no parent, not to mention the huge problem of how the air and sky destabilize human cellular structure. There has to be a way to prove that the man is safer than the home the baby comes from.
...But the man has his own ward.
Hm. Danny can exploit this. What's an assessment without a little test?
Amity In The Ghost Zone by @ghostboybrainrot
Incomplete. Multi-Chaptered. 7k+ Words. Last Updated March. 1k+ Kudos. Good Parents Jack and Maddie Fenton.
The city doesn't return on its own after Pariah Dark is defeated. Without knowing how to get the whole city back to the living world, Danny tries to evacuate the residents but most Amity Parkers don't really want to leave. Some people do, but many decide to stay. After all, Amity Park is their home, and the idea of having to start over somewhere new isn't very appealing. So the town, for the most part, continues on like normal.
Holding Me Now In Hand by @disillusioneddanny
Completed. Multi-Chaptered. 67k+ Words. 4k+ Kudos. Death Defying. Dick/Danny. Ghost King Danny. Teacher Danny. Bad Parents Jack and Maddie Fenton. Miscommunication. Identity Reveal.
After Tim Drake tells his family about his new insane chemistry teacher, Dick Grayson decides to do some investigation himself.
What he wasn't expecting was to instantly fall in love with the chaotic science teacher.
Our Empty Graves by @nabtime
Incomplete. Multi-Chaptered. 63k+ Words. Last Updated July. 3k+ Kudos. Graphic Depictions of Violence. Dead On Main. Jason/Danny. Slowburn. Bad Parents Jack and Maddie Fenton. Hazmat AU. Mute Danny. Hurt/Comfort.
They say that Red Hood has a loyal mutt. The man rules his territory in Crime Alley with an iron fist and a guard dog at his side. No one's ever heard him speak. Anyone who's ever seen him says he looks like an experiment gone wrong, that Hood picked him up somewhere unspeakable. They say he'll do anything Red Hood asks of him and he'll do it well. Rival gangs say he's vicious, that he'd sooner rip your throat out than let you go.
death echoes by @redskyeatnight
Incomplete. Multi-Chaptered. 38k+ Words. Last Updated June. 9k+ Kudos. Account Locked. Ghost King Danny. BAMF Danny. Creepy Danny.
Cold air on the back of his neck. Skeletal fingertips skittering up his spine, barely there and yet pressing so hard they would surely leave indents. A sound like an iceberg cracking apart echoing in his ears and through his head, pain following in its wake.
His throat went cold, his tongue suddenly numb.
And for a second - just a second - he smelled nothing but the stench of death.
"Oh My God, I'm Becoming My Father." by @fanfiction-artist-prototype
Incomplete. Three-Shot. 22k+ Words. Last Updated June. 1k+ Kudos. Account Locked. Misunderstandings. Angst and Hurt/Comfort. Blood and Injury. Accidental Child Acquisition. Implied/Reference Underage Prostitution. Protective Jason Todd.
Dani needs money, there's only so long her human body can last without food, and she lost the credit card Sam gave her when she crash-landed in Gotham city bay. So, she decides she's going to go the one guy she knows exists in Gotham that will help a kid down on their luck no questions asked - Red Hood.
Last time she'd seen Danny, he'd told her that there were rumours the Red Hood was undead, so he was the safest option for a halfa like her.
Hatred At First Sight by Sagoberattare
based on a tumblr post
Complete. One-Shot. 1k Words. 4k+ Kudos. SoulHate AU. Danny Phantom is a Little Shit.
Until the Joker looked at the skrunky kid in a ratty hoodie that looked like he could be a Wayne adoptee. And they both froze for a good minute.
And like some kind of demented switch got flipped the kid snarled and (still with his hands tied behind his back mind you) launched himself at the Joker.
Back to the World, In the End by @akela-nakamura
Incomplete. Multi-Chaptered. 9k+ Words. Last Updated June. 800 Kudos. Halfa Jason Todd. Heavy Angst. Supernatural illnesses. Jason Todd is Not Okay. Eventual Comfort.
Jason's been sick for weeks and nothing he does seems to help. He's not ready for his confrontation with the Bat. He's not ready for his plans to fall apart when they've barely begun.
But his illness isn't stopping. One warm Gotham night, he hits a metaphorical wall.
Nightwing finds Red Hood on a rooftop. It's been a long night, but it might be looking up. After all, finally capturing the Red Hood will make Gotham that much safer.
Inquisitive by @oliveofvanders
Completed. One-Shot. 1k+ Words. 2k+ Kudos. Journalist Danny. Danny is a Little Shit. Damien Wayne Loves Animals. Crack Treated Seriously.
Damian has a very specific way of dealing with reporters – show them the animals, that usually scares them off.
Danny, however, has seen weirder shit in his lifetime.
Like Betta Fish Do by @clockwayswrites
Incomplete. Multi-Chaptered. 48k+ Words. Last Updated July. Updates Bi-Weekly. 7k+ Kudos. Dead On Main. Jason/Danny. Ghost King Danny. Halfa Jason. Canon-Typical Violence. Jason Todd Needs a Hug. Danny Fenton Needs a Hug. Lazarus Side Effects. Identity Reveal.
Danny had ended up trespassing in Jason's haunt. He didn't mean to. Total accident, he swears. (He blames Johnny.) So he bought the other halfa a basket of bathbombs and chocolate as a 'sorry, please don't disembowel me' gift. It was the proper thing to do, alright?
Everything was going to be just fine.
Then things got a little out of hand.
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Send To All by @cairoscene
Completed. One-Shot. 3k Words. 5k+ Kudos. Emails. Epistolary. Poison Ivy Adjacent.
I, _____________, hereby acknowledge that this form represents my wishes should I contract phytoaphrodisiac-induced delirium (hereafter referred to as “PAID”) during engagements with or while apprehending Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley (“Poison Ivy”).
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and they were roommates by @captainbrookeworm
Completed. One-Shot. 9k+ Words. 400 Kudos. ChatFic. Humor. Memes. Crack. Crack Treated Seriously. Post-Canon. Identity Reveal.
Mr. Lancer’s English Class Group Chat
Wes Weston: FINALLY
Wes Weston: INDISPUTABLE PROOF
Tucker Foley: For the last time the moon landing was NOT faked!!!!
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I don't want perfect, infallible, unable to be tempted, always has an easy solution or access to an easy solution, never struggles, always does the right thing without fail Dick Grayson.
I want a Dick Grayson who struggles and messes up, who can be a little temperamental, and pushes people away, who has to deal with loss and failure and uncertainties, who may struggle with insecurities about adequacy or ability to save everyone. A Dick Grayson who doesn't succeed in saving the day perfectly and is the direct cause of more problems or at the very least cannot provide easy solutions. A Dick Grayson who has to make difficult choices and knows that it may not matter what he decides because either way there's a loss. A Dick that has little victories and starts to recognize the power in the moments where you Can save someone and the power of getting back up after failure. Of trying again of persistence when it comes to the right thing. To Try to do the right thing, even if it's not easy or even if he screws up. To see the best in other people and do all that he can to help others in whatever way possible-or whichever way they need it most.
I want a Dick Grayson who's very flawed and very human, but still ultimately a truly good person.
#dick grayson is literally an incredible character when he's written by someone who lets him be three dimensional#and learn from mistakes#provided he makes them in the first place#sunny comic thoughts
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Any dp/dc fic recs?
of course! Honestly, i love so many of them and I'll try to include as many as i can in my list here!
The Undead Lockpicking series by Milaley: In which Danny has a lockpicking youtube channel and he lockpicks the Watchtower. Hilarious, excellent 10/10
The Bat Trap by Threee: Honestly a good ol twin switcheroo with many funny moments but also a lot of delicious angst! (a Damian & Danny twins au) Just, chef's kiss!
GLXY:PSSNGR by socraticat: Danny takes the place of his alternate universe self who lives with vlad in Gotham after vlad killed his parents. Muchas angst, lots of worldbuilding and fantastic action!
A second life by Die_Erlkonigin6083:Kid Danny who has memories from a past life and currently is Dick Grayson's clone baby (and a bunch of others but mostly Dick's) Adorable 100/10 recommend>
lex luthor's ascent from supervillainy to fatherhood by halfagone (milkywxy): Epic. Dad!Lex and and dimensional travel son!Danny. Sweet and super well-executed Cass/Danny. 10/10 i need to catch up with the latest chappies but it's so freaking good I am aaaaaa
Rooftop Express by EmeraldsAndAmethyst: Danny/Jason. Awesome af. Crime lord Jason ftw! Danny is a (supernatural)delivery boy and professional enigma in Gotham
Our Empty Graves by suomifae: Hazmat Suit, no one knows au! Danny/Jason in which Danny finds himself helping out in Jason's gang. Very cool story building, ideas and execution. Im literally screaming in every chapter. so so good!
bloodlines by halfagone (milkywxy): Danny is Diana's and Bruce's son. He of course doesn't know that. There's a prophesy involved that says Danny will end the world, Diana finds out accidentally about it and finds out she has a son (memory wipe shenanigans) and GOSH. There's so much awesome stuff happening and it's a pleasure to see them piece together the facts. 10/10 Diana rocks
Summons by DizzlyPuzzled: Ghost king Danny in which because he's underage his father gets summoned in his stead. Bruce would very much like to know why he keeps getting yote through summoning circles. Just the right amount of funny, family fluff and angst.
If You Give a Bat a Burger by Cielle_Noire: BOI I HAVE NO WORDS. the plot in this is thiccc and juicy and delicious and the mystery is the cherry on top! Danny lives in Gotham, does some ghostly sigil stuff around to protect Gothamites from bad ghosts, it backfires, we don't know why. Red duck candles are involved. The Batkids are chaos. and im here eating popcorn because it's all super entertaining to watch unfold. 100/10 jessica's duck candle
Friendly neighborhood vigilante by Elizabehta_Beilschmidt: Jazz/Jason THE FIC. honestly one of the best Anger Management fics i've ever read. Love the way Communication between partners is portrayed here and how they overcome the hurdles despite the shitshow that is both their lives (affectionate). 10/10 would read again
Danny Fenton: Dead and Loving It by HyperKid: You need an ao3 account for this one, go go go go make one because it's super worth it! Jason/Danny. They meet at the graveyard, your honour! They actively mess with Bruce and the rest of the Batkids! Gala Shenanigans! What else can i say? Go read!
Worm Off the String by TourettesDog: I am licherally dying of laughter. Peak comedy. Danny/Tim ft little baby man Danny who Tim thinks is Danny's weird af pet. Honestly, so GOOD. 100/10 comedy gold.
Press Heart to Subscribe by Die_Erlkonigin6083: A Danny/Damian fic in which Danny is a streamer and Damian watches his stream. Super cute, well executed, 100/10 sweetness scale
Imprint by Hashtag_DriveBy: Babes i dunno what to tell you. I've done fanart of this fic. De-aged baby Danny and DadHood. Human-ish Fright Knight and Excellent friend Roy. Guys seriously. SO SO SO SO GOOD. 100/10 I wanna see the kid reveal to the batfam and am vibrating out of existence imagining scenarios.
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There are more but I can't possibly list them all in one go, I'll make another fic rec list later 💙
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June of Doom Day One - "Help Me."
Characters: Bruce Wayne/Batman, Clark Kent/Superman, Alfred Pennyworth, Ra's Al-Ghul (mentioned), Tim Drake/Red Robin, Damian Wayne/Robin, Stephanie Brown/Spoiler, Dick Grayson/Nightwing
Summary: Bruce has always been stubborn, much to the dismay of those around him. It's only when he has no other option that he actually decides to ask for assistance.
Word count: 1603
Tags: Light angst, light gore, injuries, depictions/recountance of injuries and violence, medicine/medical terminology.
Author's Note: In comparison to other angst fics I've written, this one is incredibly tame. Call it the calm before the storm for this challenge lol. Enjoy! As always, feel free to like, comment, and reblog. It helps me out a bunch.
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Masterlist | Day Two
The Dark Knight is revered across the world as being untouchable. Unbeatable. The stuff of legend that you tell your kids about so they will behave. “You better be good, or the Batman will come and get you in the night!” It works a treat. There are some people in the world who don’t even think He exists. They believe it’s clever CGI or paid trauma actors or a talented cosplayer (as to what they’re cosplaying is up for debate, for obvious reasons). Like on of those fake movies where people on social media work together in their thousands to gaslight people into thinking they exist when they don’t. It’s not true, of course. Batman is as human as any other person on Earth (except for the large variety of aliens that also call Earth home, but that’s another thing to ignore). He is human. He has skin and lungs and teeth and a tongue; and with such things comes vulnerability. The Dark Knight is not untouchable, and he certainly isn’t unbeatable.
Especially considering the state he is currently in.
It is well-known throughout the hero community that Ra’s Al-Ghul is not a man to be messed with. Whenever his name pops up on mission briefs it is always given to the more capable heroes in the Watchtower. Usually the Big Three: Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman, and today was no different. When the small-time hero of somewhere unimportant came shuffling over to his office to timidly poke his head through the door, Batman was surprisingly quite understanding.
“That must have been a formatting error. I’ll handle it, don’t worry. Ra’s Al-Ghul isn’t a villain for the regular hero. Thank you for bringing this to me, Jerry.”
How on earth he knew the man’s name was between him and the gods. He scampered off and out of Batman’s office before he got the chance to ask, his own fear getting the best of him. How heroic.
Now, while Bruce is clutching his side and using his cape as an impromptu bandage across his torso, he wishes that Clark and Diana were not on their respective breaks.
“The kids are on school break. I’m going to take them to visit Ma and Pa for the weekend. Shout if you need me, Bruce.”
“My sisters in Themyscira have requested my presence for a ceremony of some kind. It is apparently important, so I will be back in about a week.”
He can’t blame them, of course. Superhero work is tough, and everyone is in need of a break now and again. Jon and Kon are important to Clark, as are his own children to Bruce, so he understands. And the surprise birthday party for Diana has been in the works for months. Being the only naturally born Themysciran, it is a ceremony worth celebrating for the Amazons, so Bruce can’t fault them either. He just wishes their departures could have been spaced out a little more so he wouldn’t have to deal with Ra’s alone.
Now, in the middle of god-knows-where in some North African country, he is alone. Crippled by some sort of Lazarus Pit magic that was blasted across his thigh and various sword-related wounds dotted around his torso and legs. He’s been in worse situations, but he’s also certainly been in better as well. With Alfred piloting the Batwing from the safety of the Batcave, he’s got about four hours until it arrives, and he can be brought back to his own domain. Back to safety. He hesitates at the idea of calling for help from Clark. The man has his own priorities, and it’s been an incessantly long time since he’s had time alone with his family without the stress of hero work.
However, some priorities overrule others.
“Clark, help me,” he whispers, voice cracking and hoarse after hours of fighting and sustaining injuries. As he treks away from the arena where Ra’s and Bruce fought (some secluded spot in the middle of a dessert - Bruce would personally guess Ethiopia due to the landmarks surrounding him, but he has been wrong before and wouldn’t be surprised if he was at this moment as well) and with the fact that Ra’s has been defeated in mind and handed into the local authority, he pushes forward. Every step through sand dunes feels as if he’s walking through treacle, and he can’t help but struggle with his own body as he reaches the crest of a particularly large mountain of sand. In the distance, the sparkling lights of a large city twinkle at him with the promise of assistance, but he highly doubts he’ll get there before he collapses to dehydration or his injuries. He’s already exhausted the little water he had in his utility belt and the bandages in it have already been used to patch up wounds of the highest severity. The strange green magic that Ra’s used on him made the material of his trousers stick to his left leg painfully, so he had to cut the cotton-Kevlar material off.
So, there he is: trudging in the middle of some desert in the middle of nowhere in the dead of night - dehydrated, injured, and miserable with his incoming support not available for another several hours and half of his costume in disrepair. He can’t help feeling a little irritable towards his comrades for this, even if he is completely aware that it isn’t their fault. He was the one who deemed it too dangerous for his children to come with him to combat the Demon’s Head and made the incredibly intelligent decision to go alone. Even Alfred had urged him to go with one of his more mature children, but his fear of losing them after what happened to Jason put the rational part of his brain on autopilot in favour of the worried parent in him to disagree with every alternative. He can just hope that either his family or Clark finds him before it’s too late.
That’s the last thought he has before he collapses, face first, into the sand.
—
He’s in and out of consciousness for a long time. When he’s got half a mind to take in his surroundings, Bruce notices that he is travelling. Rapidly. When he blinks, he’s in a vehicle, then lying down on something, then surrounded by darkness. He hears voices too, but they’re often mixed and warped together until he can’t discern whose is whose. Eventually, the soft timbre of Alfred reaches him, followed by the worried voice of his eldest son. It’s then when he realises he’s back in the Batcave and safe, so he closes his eyes again and stays like that for a while; not particularly in the mood for waking up.
When he properly regains consciousness, he’s met with a pounding headache and a sharp ache overwhelming his legs and chest. Bruce opens his eyes and is immediately blinded by the bright LED of a medical light glaring down on him. He squints into it and brings his arm up to cover his eyes with a groan, and the room, which he didn’t realise was occupied by others, suddenly went silent.
“Bruce? You’re awake!” That was the voice of his third son.
“It was about time, Father. How was Grandfather?” That was his youngest.
“Stop pestering him! Let him get his bearings before you overwhelm him with questions.” His eldest daughter.
“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t overwhelm me with questions at all. At least, not yet,” Bruce grumbles, attempting to sit up without triggering a massive headache and failing miserably. He slumps back on the hospital cot, closing his eyes. He feels a cool and damp fabric being placed on his forehead, realising that Alfred is busy doing his medical ministrations as he always does.
“You gave us quite the scare, Master Bruce. I hope this acts as a lesson to not fight the League of Assassins without correct backup,” the butler states. Bruce sighs, the act causing pain to shoot through his ribcage. Ah, so he broke them.
“I won, didn’t I?” he states, attempting humour. The joke falls flat in the now silent room and the man represses the urge to sigh a second time.
“We all know that’s not the point here, Bruce.” His eldest son, Dick, steps forward and stands next to the cot where his father lies. “You gave Clark quite the scare.”
That’s what gets Bruce to open his eyes.
“He’s here?”
“He’s upstairs in the Manor. He wanted to give you space.”
He can’t suppress the sigh this time and it turns into a wince.
“Damn it. Can you bring him down here? I want to apologise for keeping him from his family.”
“Visiting hours are closed for a few hours,” Alfred states bluntly and shoots a poignant glare behind him at the several others in the room. They all look away, shuffling around awkwardly. “Unfortunately, your stubbornness is apparently hereditary.” He turns to face them all. “Children, Master Bruce is awake. You can come back later when he’s in a better state of mind and body.” As if on cue, Bruce groans in pain after a failed attempt to move his legs into a more comfortable position.
“Right- yeah. Sorry, Alf. We’ll go.” Dick begins to turn away but stops himself halfway to the door. Once the others have left, he gives a meaningful look to his father.
“Stop thinking you have to do everything alone, Bruce. You have friends. Act like it.”
With that, he leaves, leaving the Dark Knight in the care of his butler and his own thoughts.
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Will be posted on Ao3 later on :)
#june of doom#june of doom day one#dc comics#batfamily#gotham#batman#dc#fanfiction#dc fanfic#dc fanfiction#ra's al ghul#alfred pennyworth#dick grayson#tim drake#damian wayne#stephanie brown#bruce wayne#steph brown#angst#ao3 fanfiction#fanfic writing#light angst#light gore#depictions of injuries#mentions of previous violence
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Catch and Release
Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam
Summary: AU where Jason doesn't die in the explosion and he and Tim end up attending the same high school months later.
Chapters: 14/?
Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Sebastian Ives, Jack Drake, Janet Drake
Relationships: TBA
Additional Tag: Jason Todd Lives, Jason Todd-centric, POV Jason Todd, POV First Person, Tim Drake Has Issues, Tim Drake Has Issues, Tim Drake is Not Robin, Jason Todd is Not Robin (Anymore), Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, Alfred Pennyworth is the Best, Alfred Pennyworth Knows, Stalker Tim Drake, Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unlikely Friends, Injury Recovery, Emotional Baggage, Rage, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating
Chapter Fourteen: Needed
Tim settled in on Dick’s couch while I made dinner in the kitchen. “Are you sure he won’t be mad?” Tim asked as he flipped through the channels on Dick’s TV.
“Have you seen the inside of the fridge? Dick hasn’t had a homecooked meal in over a week,” I replied, “He’ll be happy to come home to dinner.”
“Are you sure?” Tim asked.
“Do you want mac and cheese or not, Tim?” I questioned.
“Shutting up,” Tim replied.
I took the mac and cheese out of the oven and removed the tray of wings from the top rack. “He’ll be here any minute. I’ll put his plate in the microwave. Do you wanna eat now or wait for—? He’s here,” I whispered as Dick came through the door. “Hey, Dick. Surprise—.”
“Hell no,” Dick interrupted, “No, you can’t be here. You cannot be here right n—. Do I smell hot wings?” I smiled and nodded.
“But if you can’t spare one afternoon on your brother’s weekend away from school… I guess,” I sighed, “I have no choice but to take our dinner to the crappy motel down the street. Come on, Tim. Let’s see if that motel will let us rent a room for the night without an adult.”
Dick held his hands up, reaching for me before balling his fists and shoving them to his sides. “Fine. Stay,” Dick replied, “Hi, Tim. Sorry, I wasn’t expecting you guys.”
“It’s okay,” Tim replied as he checked his phone. He didn’t look up. Not even to acknowledge Dick. And I thought Tim would be thrilled to see him.
I served dinner, but Tim didn’t move from his spot on the couch. He was glued to his phone, which wasn’t like him during dinner. I set his plate on the coffee table and messed up his hair. “Earth to Tim,” I smiled. Tim looked up at me with big puppy dog eyes and showed me a news clip from an hour before.
“What’s wrong?” Dick questioned.
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t speak. I stepped out into the hall and called Bruce. He answered immediately. I didn’t expect anything less from him. “What’s wrong?” Bruce asked.
“I need your help,” I replied.
*
Bruce met me on the roof of Dick’s apartment at ten o’clock. “Likely, they’re still alive. Don’t worry, I’ll see what I can do—.”
“They’re his parents. I need you to bring them home safe,” I interrupted. My stomach was in knots. I couldn’t stomach watching Tim go through what Bruce, Dick, and I went through. It was no time for me to be prideful. I was scared and trusted Bruce more than anybody to find Tim’s parents. If he couldn’t bring them home, no one could. Bruce nodded in full Batman cape and costume… Like he was hiding from me.
“I’ll do everything I can. Stay with Tim… I’ll let you know if I find anything out,” Bruce replied. He reached for me but ultimately decided against physically comforting me. He disappeared into the night, leaving me with Dick, Tim, and my feelings. I took the stairs back to Dick’s apartment, quietly resenting Bruce’s lack of outward emotion. I knew he cared, but I wanted him to show it. I wanted him to be human with me for a moment. I wanted a sign that I mattered more than the mask he wore. That felt like an answer.
I sat beside Tim on the couch, nudging him gently. He laid his head on my lap, curling up there with tears in his eyes. “I should’ve begged them to stay home. I should’ve listened to you—.”
“Tim, this isn’t your fault. I called the GCPD, and they will do everything to get your mom and dad home. Okay?” I lied. Not to Tim. To Dick. “You should get some rest. Tim, I’m here with you.”
“There’s nothing to do but wait,” Tim mumbled.
“Mhm, but your parents would never—.”
“They’re your parents too… We’re brothers, remember?” Tim interrupted. Any words I had in my head were lost to me after he said that. I choked on every word I tried to say as he sat up, locking eyes with me. We were never more related than we were at that moment. United in fear of loss. United in helplessness. I was his older brother, so I swallowed it and pulled him into a hug so he couldn’t see how scared I was.
Dick glanced at me while he ate at the kitchen island, and I nodded. His phone rang, and he licked his fingers before answering. “Hey, Donna. It’s not a great time—. My brother and his little brother are here,” Dick answered. He swallowed hard. “A family emergency… His brother’s not mine. Yeah… I’ll let him know you asked.” I nudged Tim, and he stood up while I pulled out the couch. “Yeah… I love you too.” Dick hung up. “Jason, Donna wants to know if she can see you tomorrow morning.”
Donna and Roy were the only ones of Dick’s friends that came to see me in person when I was in the hospital. Donna thanked me once when she visited, but she thought I was unconscious. She thanked me for letting her vent when she wasn’t sure of herself. I never had the heart to accept her gratitude. Working with the Titans felt like it happened an eternity ago. I wasn’t the same person. I didn’t have all this rage back then. I wondered if she saw me—. I wondered if she’d see how quickly my insides rotted. I wondered if she’d see how far I’d fallen. I lost my hope, and all I had left was my anger, frustration, and stubborn desire to claw my way back to the person I used to be. I liked that Jason a lot better… And I think I was that Jason with Tim.
“Jason?” Dick asked.
“Okay,” I replied, “Did she say—? Was she just—?” I couldn’t ask him what I wanted to.
“She’s gonna flip when she sees you. The last time she saw you—...” Dick trailed off. I was half out of my mind. The doctors didn’t think I would make it, so they’d put me on morphine. When I could speak for myself, I had them take me off it. I couldn’t hear a thing she said over the pounding in my chest. I must’ve cried the entire time. I was a mess. I wished I was dead. I couldn’t look away from her, and she wouldn’t have let me. Everything after that was fuzzy.
I turned toward Tim, forcing myself out of that terrible memory and back to the present. Tim lay curled up without a blanket, asleep on the couch bed. “Dick, do you have extra blankets? Tim’s gonna freeze half to death,” I mumbled. Tim. I had to take care of him until Janet and Jack got home. I knew that’s what they’d want me to do.
Dick grabbed a few blankets from the hall closet and gave me two pillows before messing up my hair. “Are you ever gonna go home?” Dick asked.
“I don’t know, Dick. Even if I wanted to—. I don’t want to, but—. I’m never going to leave Tim. I know you don’t get it, but—.”
“You’re his brother, and you wanna look after him… Unlike—.”
“Dick, I don’t resent you. You had your own problems back then. So did Donna and Roy—. Heck, all of your friends were struggling. I get it... You came to the hospital. You joked around with me when that was the last thing I wanted… Because you knew I needed it. You don’t have to keep beating yourself up,” I interrupted, “And you don’t have to worry about me so much.”
“I know. It’s just—. It’s nice to see you smile again,” Dick replied. I half-smiled and nodded. “Get some sleep. I’m not going anywhere tonight.” And he meant it. Even though I couldn’t sleep, it felt nice having Dick there, watching from his chair until he couldn’t keep his eyes open. I got up and draped a blanket over him.
Then, I whispered something to Tim that I wished I hadn’t. “Everything’s gonna be okay.”
#fic#catch and release fic#batfam#Jason Todd#Bruce Wayne#Alfred Pennyworth#Tim Drake#Dick Grayson#Barbara Gordon#Sebastian Ives#Jack Drake#Janet Drake#Jason Todd Lives#Jason Todd-centric#POV Jason Todd#POV First Person#Tim Drake Has Issues#Tim Drake is Not Robin#Jason Todd is Not Robin (Anymore)#Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug#Alfred Pennyworth is the Best#Alfred Pennyworth Knows#Stalker Tim Drake#Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain#Jason Todd Has PTSD#Angst with a Happy Ending#Unlikely Friends#Injury Recovery#Emotional Baggage#Rage
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I have like, half an hour before I need to leave for work, and I wanted to share this AU I have.
Basically, Dick had a daughter at 15, though he didn't know until his daughter was 6 and he was 21. When he meets her, it's under unfortunate circumstances, and he easily agrees to take her in because what else would he do? Let his only child go into Gotham's foster care system that more often than not turned out to be human trafficking rings? Absolutely not.
So he ends up going back to Bludhaven with this 6 year old child he doesn't know anything about and gets to know her. Haley loves her, he loves her, she loves them, and it's great.
Her name is Roxy Grayson, and she's a lot like Dick was when he was nine. She lost a parent and was pulled away from what she knew, and into a new world. Naturally, he guides her through her grief and even has some pictures of her mom around so that she always has a piece of the woman with her.
Dick can't help but spoil his little girl, but he makes sure that she is still kind and has manners and doesn't get her things if she has a tantrum, only ignores her. Though, she hardly ever has a tantrum, only once or twice while she's still working through her grief.
And this is Birdflash, too. Wally's in the speedforce at this point, and Wally and Dick had been dating before Wally disappeared, so Dick was kinda depressed when he lost Wally. He's still depressed, but Roxy's his reason to get up every day, his reason to heal and come home uninjured after patrol.
Roxy asks about the red-haired man in the pictures. Dick smiles sadly and tells her about him. How he had loved him, how he'd died to save people, and how Wally had proposed a few weeks before his death. Roxy starts to refer to this man in the pictures as 'Dad' and the first time she does it, it makes Dick break down crying. Roxy's confused until he says that Wally would have absolutely adored Roxy.
Then Wally comes back, and Dick's breaking down crying in his arms. He introduces Wally to Roxy with teary eyes, and Roxy simply goes "hi, dad" and Wally's crying too. He immediately pulls her in for a hug and takes on the role that Roxy had given him, and he loves it.
Roxy looks like Dick, as if someone cloned him but made the clone female. Her facial shape is all her mother though, so is her quick wit and sarcasm. As she grows into a teenager and an adult, she proves that she's her mother's daughter, but also her father's daughter.
Then there's Lydia.
She was an experiment, like Conner. She was to see if people could take DNA from two people of the same gender and combine it to create a unique individual with the opposite gender. Wally and Dick had been kidnapped and their DNA taken together, so it was only natural that their DNA was combined.
Meta genes messed with the experiments, so when they found out about Wally's meta genes (they didn't look into what it did, they wanted to see if they could create a daughter out of Wally and Dick's DNA) they took out the meta genes. This experiment, unlike all of the other ones, succeeded, and they kept Lydia with them.
She was only 2 months old when YJ busted the operation and took Lydia with them to find her parents.
Tim became protective of her when he realised that she was technically his niece.
He took Lydia (who was unnamed at that point in time) and the files that were kept on her to Dick and Wally. He explained everything to the couple, and they instantly decided that Lydia was theirs. Roxy met her too, and refused to let her little sister go anywhere else.
By the end of the week, Lydia Grayson-West was officially in the government's legal system thanks to Diana, Clark and Bruce, who all met her and fell in love with her just like they had with Roxy.
Lydia looks like Wally, with his freckles and red hair and green eyes, but she's more Dick personality wise than anything else. She's smart, like both of her parents, and as she grows older they discover that she has a love for gymnastics like Dick and Roxy did.
Roxy loves Lydia, and Lydia loves Roxy. They would hang out with Kori who was basically their aunt and they would have girls nights and Roxy would always give Lydia a piggyback ride if she asked.
They're a happy little family, and nothing could change that.
#dick grayson#wally west#nightwing#kid flash#birdflash#birdflash children#ocs#these girls are precious to me
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Stay With Me
Older! Damian Wayne X Grayson! Adopted! Reader
Dick Grayson X Barbara Gordon
Bruce Wayne X Talia al Ghul
Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, blood injuries, and gunshot wounds.
Words:1318
Damian is thrust with a overwhelming amount of fear as he finds his lover has been shot and is intensive care.
Arthur's notes! Third P. O. V
Requested taglist @too-strong-to-lose
No. No. Dammit. No. His mind cried. Damian drops the phone to the ground, his sisters voice instantly became like a distant echo mixed with his mother's voice pleading for answers. He stands or at least he thinks he does. His heart heavies deeper and deeper with each breath. His breathing becomes shallow from the shock that thrusts into him. He had to be alone. He stepped to the doorframe to the exit of the family room
"Damian? My son answer me, what is wrong?"
"I-I-I need a moment, excuse me"
He quickly departed to his room shutting his door to block anyone from seeing his emotions swell up to his blue eyes that reflect his father. His legs become like jelly as he falls onto his bed. He feels hot tears fall down his skin. He broke sobbing into his hands. His heart was breaking. Damian tried to regain his control before someone heard him. When he was at the hospital everything seemed dark and cold. She was in intensive care and they had heard nothing as of yet. He breaths heavily in and then out. The doctors say she'll never walk again.. She is paralyzed from the waist down. Barbara sobbed holding onto Grayson while tears falling down his face. He pinched the bridge of his nose taking a deep breath, he began to stutter. They loved her so much. She was there child like Grayson was Bruce's child. They were having dinner when the doorbell rang. Y/N answered but was met by Joker. Damian felt deeply responsible for her, because he loved her. He wanted to protect her. This was his fault. That early morning Damian sitting on his bed alone. He'd been cold and distant to everyone around him. They have been in a secret relationship for almost 2 years. No one knows. During her dinner with her parents, she was going to tell them the night she was shot about their relationship. Though she never got the chance to. As the door had opened and the gun was fired, both Grayson and Barbara knocked Joker and his men unconscious. Barbara had to keep Grayson from strangling the monster. Grayson lifted his daughter from the broken shards of glass from the now broken coffee table. He lifts her up to his chest while on the ground on his knees. He begged her to open her eyes while he applied pressure to her wound to keep her alive. When the medics arrived his arms shaked as they took her away. Grayson quickly ran out the door to run after them. Barbara had grabbed his Batgirl themed t-shirt, because his own was now stained with blood. She ran after her husband as they both went into the ambulance. Damian hears his door knocking.
"go away" he coldy said to whomever was disturbing him.
"Damian.. It's Steph.. I just wanted to check on you" she opens the door
"I said go away Brown!!!" he yelled at her.
He could see she had been crying for a while. She sits beside him. He sighed deeply wishing she would go away. He can't break in front of her. He can't let her see he's deeply in love with Y/N.
She softly laughed "I look like a mess and you haven't insulted me.. yet..." her face fell "I've been so worried about her to. I know she's your best friend. I just wanted you to know you're not the only one.. afraid"
That's when he broke. She is. She is so much more to him. He covers his face with his hands trying so desperately to fight his pain. He loves her. She saw goodness in him. When her heart touches his own it's when he feels human. That he can feel things and not be weak because of it. Stephanie hugs him. He held onto his sister needing to feel a since of comfort.
"how long?" she asked "I'm definitely hurt you didn't tell me, but I'm so happy you found someone who can tolerate you"
".. 2 years" he confessed, two beautiful years it was their anniversary yesterday and he couldn't be with her.
"and this whole time I was wondering what, changed you"
Y/N's adopted parents brought her home as she began recovering emotionally and physically. She knew she needed them, even to that it would help them sleep through the night knowing that she was safe. Y/N could barely sleep from the nightmares and heart was broken. Damian had been completely avoiding her. He wasn't strong enough, he knew the second he saw he would fall apart. Months passed by it was Wally and Artemis's wedding anniversary. Grayson didn't want to miss his best friends anniversary party but he really didn't want to leave his daughter alone. Plus Barbara and Dick, wanted to have a romantic weekend after having been under much heartbreak from what their daughter was going through. Though.. What if she needed help? What if she went through her terrible muscle spasms again? Their marriage was on the rocks from the both being on edge. Y/N begged them to go. She knew they needed time to do what made Y/N's mind eternally throw up. So they took her to Wayne Manor.. unknown to the fact that Damian would more than likely be taking better care of her more than anyone else. Y/N sat in her wheelchair in the guest room watching the sun going down. Her heartbroken tears falling down her face. Damian's gut turned into knots. He wanted to wipe her tears away and prove his love to her. She sees his reflection. She stuttered under her breath as her heartbreak brewed into anger.
"where the hell have you been? Are you disgu--" he was quick to cut her off
"no!! That is far from the truth.. Dammit beloved.. Of course not, I love you. I knew the moment I saw you that I'd.." his throat shakes "I'd break, I could not let them see me break"
"I need you Damian.. I don't want to be alone" she cried looking into his eyes
"you won't ever be my love" he promised.
She, moved her hands to roll her wheelchair to get closer to him. He quickly walked to her. He leaned down to his knees, taking her hands into his own tenderly. He wraps his strong arms around her legs tightly. She could have died. He rest his head on her thighs. She wraps her arms around him laying her head on his back. She began to cry grateful she didn't lose him.. He felt the same feelings as his heart was heavy... That night Damian laid beside her holding her. With her heart close to his beating heart. She gave him peace, gave him joy. As she laid sound asleep he reached in his pocket taking out a ring. It was his grandmother's. He wanted Y/N to be his wife. For them to grow old together. As she began to stir in her sleep he smoothly placed the ring in his pocket. He kisses her neck she let out a relaxing humming sound. His heart was beating rapidly as his guilt ate at him. He lays his forehead on her own.
"I should have been there" Damian cried in a apology heavily letting his emotions be heard out to only her ears.
"Dami, no" she kisses him she wraps her arms around him, her throat shakes from the terrifying nightmare. That her love truly felt responsible "please.. I am begging you, don't blame yourself"
He only wanted to hold her, to love her with all his heart and never let her go. She was so beautiful to him, like treasure. He kisses her knuckles lovingly and then the palm of her hand. He moves to lay his head in her neck holding her in his arms.
#wheelchair#older! damian wayne x reader#Damian Wayne X Reader#talia is a good mom#Damian Wayne#Dick Grayson X Barbara Gordon#batfamily#gunshot wounds#Crying#Heavy angst#Nightmares#fluff#batfam
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Tim was having a horrible day- actually no make that a week. From losing someone he's been tracking for days, Wayne Enterprises work, getting badly hurt and needing stitches, then a whole bunch of other stuff that he's forgotten or simply was too tired to care for. Then the last thing of all, this damn case of the man he was tracking which he had to keep studying in order to find and considering the man found out he was bring tracked his strikes will most likely change.
Then Damian came in, he walked past Tim and grabbed a book. Sitting down, Tim could feel the boy's gaze on him every now and then. "Can I help you?" Tim wanted to bite his tongue, that came out a lot meaner than he intended. "What are you working on?" "None of your business" Damian rolled his eyes "Tt, Someone seems to have woken on the wrong side of the bed"
"Shut up brat"
Damian scowled "I'm trying to be nice, what the fuck is your problem?"
"You, you are my problem Damian! If you could just shut up" "Why are you shouting at me? I'm trying to help" "If you wanna help so bad then leave" "No, you're working on something aren't you?" Tim's voice was laced with sarcasm "No really?" Damian has long forgotten his book now.
"You should take a break, it's not good to be acting like this"
"Hmph you sound unlike yourself"
"Grayson told me that I should help if I can, I'm trying to be nice"
"God shut up! Dick just says shit to get you away!"
Damian got mad and shouted "Grayson loves me just as he does the family!"
"WHO COULD LOVE SOMEONE LIKE YOU!? YOU WEREN'T WANTED AND BRUCE SURE AS HELL DIDN'T WANT YOU, FROM THE WAY YOUR MOTHER HANDED YOU TO HIM IT DIDN'T SEEM LIKE SHE WANTED YOU EITHER! EVERYONE JUST HAS TO PUT UP WITH YOUR SHIT, YOU'RE AN ENTITLED SELFISH BRAT! EVERYONE WOULD BE HAPPIER IF YOU WEREN'T EVEN IN THIS FAMILY"
Everything turned silent, Tim was clutching his laptop and looking down.
Tim looked up when he heard a strange noise, it was Damian... crying... Damian was crying.
Tim said nothing as Damian's expression of anger that he tried to keep together broke and he got up, quickly leaving as Tim dumbfounded just watched.
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It's been three days, Damian hasn't done anything, he hasn't come out of his room, didn't eat unless Alfred leaves it at the door. He shut everything and everyone away, his windows were locked as was his door. Not even the animals were inside his room, he didn't go on Patrol and he's been refusing to talk to anyone not even Dick.
Tim was racked with guilt, but he didn't tell anyone, no one else knew why he acted like this. It was Tim's fault...
At the fourth day, Tim spilled everything to everyone. Bruce looked stunned, Dick was looking down as he covered his mouth, Jason was reading before the conversation started and had slammed his book shut, Cass was tense, Duke looked worried and Steph was looking at Tim as if she smelled something bad.
"What. The. Fuck." Jason was pissed and Tim looked away from everyone.
Jason was fuming as he began to pace around, running his hands through his hair in annoyance "WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK TIM!" Dick placed his hand on Jason's shoulder, who shrugged it off "Tim. Go apologize"
"He's obviously not letting anyone come close, so how could I even begin to do so?"
"You better find a God damn way to or else I'm using you as a human battering ram"
"Jaybird, you need to calm down. Getting worked up won't help"
Jason grit his teeth "Have you heard him?! At night the kid cries, sobbing even! He cries himself to sleep" Tim felt horrible, he messed up. His little brother who made so much progress and had apologized to him for hurting him, Tim destroyed all of that. Tim stood up and left.
He approached the door and knocked "Damian. It's Tim, I want to talk"
Tim was left with four minutes of silence, until he heard something move. A few more minutes later, Damian opened the door a crack "Hey... I- um wanted to say sorry" Tim was horrible at this, why can't he just apologize?
"..."
"Can I... come in?"
"..."
Damian looked like a zombie right now, completely drained of everything.
Damian closed his eyes for a moment and walked away, a silent yes. Tim stepped in and locked the door as Damian went back into his bed.
His room was nice he had a few posters up likely from the zoo, yet it all felt so... empty. "Damian... I messed up horribly and I want to say I'm sorry. Even though it probably won't mean much, I didn't mean it. I was angry and shouldn't have taken it out on you when you were trying to help me" Damian grabbed a glass of water, then sighing and putting his hands together as he kept sitting, his feet not touching the floor. "Don't worry on it Drake. You're right, I wasn't ever wanted. I never will be, this made-up stuff I make thinking that I could be loved was all a lie. No one wants me here, only you saw through it. I was an idiot thinking so, that I meant anything. I'm nothing" Tim was starting to get nervous, why can't Tim stop Damian from talking, apologize or give him a hug?
"No. No you're not nothing, Damian you mean everything. I was wrong to lash out at you and I'm really sorry. I don't want you to feel at fault, I was being an asshole, we love you, I love you Damian. So much that when I messed up I hated myself and out of everyone you don't deserve that" Damian made a small noise as he began to sob whatever he had left in his puffy red eyes. Tim walked closer and hugged him.
"You are right... you definitely are an asshole"
"I know I am. I love you Damian"
"I love you too"
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#you know what im going to make them fight and be sad screw it#damian wayne#damian wayne has feelings and he wont admit it#jason todd#tim drake#dick grayson#bruce wayne#cassandra cain#stephanie brown#duke thomas#alfred pennyworth#tw depressing
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Ben , Finn dick and dipper : You've never complained about my methods before.
Kevin,jake , Wally and soos : I'm not complaining.
Ben , Finn dick and dipper: You're not? What do you call this?
Kevin,jake , Wally and soos: I never complain! How am I complaining? When do I ever complain about you practicing the violin at three in the morning, or your mess, your general lack of hygiene, or the fact that you steal my clothes?
Ben , Finn dick and dipper: Uh, we have a barter system...
Kevin,jake , Wally and soos: When have I ever complained about you setting fire to my rooms?
Ben , Finn dick and dipper: Our rooms...
Kevin,jake , Wally and soos: The rooms! Or, or, the fact that you experiment on my dog?
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Kevin,jake , Wally and soos: You've been in this room for two weeks, I insist you have to get out.
Ben , Finn, dick and dipper: There is absolutely nothing of interest to me, out there, on Earth, at all.
Ben , Finn, dick and dipper
: So you're free this evening?
Ben , Finn, dick and dipper: Absolutely.
Kevin,jake , Wally and soos: Dinner?
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Kevin,jake , Wally and soos:The Royale?
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Ben , Finn, dick and dipper: Have you proposed yet?
Kevin,jake , Wally and soos: No, I haven't found the right ring.
Ben , Finn, dick and dipper: Then it's not official.
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Kevin,jake , Wally and soos: Why is the only woman you've cared about a criminal? Are you a masochist?
Ben , Finn, dick and dipper :Allow me to explain.
Kevin,jake , Wally and soos: Allow me. She's the only adversary who ever outsmarted you. Twice. Made a proper idiot out of you.
Ben , Finn, dick and dipper : Right, you've had your fun.
Kevin,jake , Wally and soos: What's she after, anyway?
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Kevin,jake , Wally and soos: What could she possibly need?
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Ben , Finn, dick and dipper : Midget.
Kevin,jake , Wally and soos: So you agree?
Ben , Finn, dick and dipper: No, I don't agree. It's more than technicality, you see. You're misrepresenting the dimensions of foreshortened peoples.
Kevin,jake , Wally and soos : I've said too much. I've upset you.
Ben , Finn, dick and dipper: No, I am simply stating that one has...
Kevin,jake , Wally and soos : What were you doing?
Ben , Finn, dick and dipper : Will you allow me to explain?
Kevin,jake , Wally and soos: I wish you would.
#incorrect young justice qoutes#source:Sherlock Holmes 2009#jade nguyen x dick grayson#incorrect adventure time quotes#Finn x marceline#incorrect ben 10#Ben x charmcaster#incorrect gravity falls quotes#dipper and Wendy
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Learning what it means to heal
by Jinx-Jade (Trial_and_Error)
The bat family is just trying to find a cure to rid Jason of his pit madness. They end up finding more than they bargained for. And as it turns out, Duke isn't the only meta-human/ not quite human Wayne kid, nor was he the first.
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I'm using mythological names but changed their definition.
Beings you will hear and learn about are:
Phantoms, Reapers,...
The list will grow as I add to the story
Words: 6795, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Series: Part 7 of Team Issa's Stolen A
Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug, Batman - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Jason Todd, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle, Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain, Damian Wayne, Duke Thomas, Barbara Gordon, John Constantine, Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Stephanie Brown
Relationships: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Jason Todd, Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne
Additional Tags: John Constantine is a helpful asshole, Magic, Mythical Beings & Creatures, but i made up the definitions, How Do I Tag, Lazarus Pit (DCU), Lazarus Pit Side Effects (DCU), Lazarus Pit Madness (DCU), Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Jason Todd Has Feelings, Jason Todd Is Trying His Best, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Is Not Okay, Marinette Dupain-Cheng Is a Mess, Phantom!Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Reaper!Jason Todd, just until he's healed, then he's also a Phantom, Magic has no logic, (yes it does if you can figure it out)
source https://archiveofourown.org/works/39682548
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Can I have a yandere dark Nightwing x shy hero reader x yandere dark Jason nsfw
Where they reader a nice hero she like starfire and is very shy to boys and innocent
But they boys want her so they share her and one day she goes over to Jason house to ask about human culture and they take advantage of her in this please and make her there even if they have to fuck her and fill her up all night long and make sure she is only there's.
and thank you
Dark! Yandere! Jason Tood x Fem! Alien! Reader x Dark! Yandere! Dick Grayson
a/n: I've written once more!! I have a lot of requests lined up so please give a minute when getting to yours
Tags/Warnings: DUBCON, pregnancy, breeding, creampies, STALKING, GASLIGHTING, KIDNAPPING, SLIGHT AGEPLAY????, GUNS, double penetration
A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!
Jason and Dick had been watching over you for weeks. Of course they lied it off that they were making sure you weren't a threat to Gotham. You had crashed in the middle of Gotham City, confused and scared. And Bruce, instead of dealing with having to rehabilitate you, put you under Dick and Jason's custody. In reality though they were stalking you, learning everything they could about you. One of their favorite things was how you tried to disguise yourself but each time they tease you about something your undertones in your skin changed to the exact color of the emotion you felt.
It was strange how new you were to everything, it was like teaching you the bare necessities of life. One time you called and asked Dick, mid mission, if lifting a car would cause it to explode. And Dick once again, mid mission, had to explain physics and how it wouldn't work like that. It's not like they minded but still, it was very inconvenient.
So why not force you to live with them?
Of course they hadn't actually gone through with their plan just yet, but they already had everything they needed. Dick and Jason were chilling out in the apartment he has recently bought for the three of you. They were just putting in the furniture, the last of it until they heard the sound of the window opening and shutting quickly. Then a loud crash and rustling.
"Go see who that is." Dick said nonchalantly, taking a sip of a bottle of water. Jason held the gun he had holstered to his side, making his way to the bedroom they'd yet to set up. He made sure his steps were quiet as he heard more moving and noise echo from within. Jason whipped around the corner, gun in hand to see you, trying to untangle himself from the mess of blinds you found yourself in. Your head whipped around as you made direct eye contact with Jason's gun barrel.
"I'm sorry if I came out of nowhere, I’m so lost and confused and-" You said really quickly, starting to stand up but falling on your ass. Your undertone was yellow, and Jason started to calm himself down.
"Slow down, come on, let me help you out." Jason came behind you pulling out a knife and sliced at the string on the blinds. He pulled back the string and watched as it all collapsed in on itself. You smiled and got up dusting off your clothes. "Come on Dick is in the living room." You followed behind Jason as he told Dick what happened to you.
"So why are you breaking into our apartment, it's kind of weird." Dick jokes plucking you in the forehead. You held your head looking away from them two. You turned pink, and they both noticed.
"That's the thing, I want to be a better vil…vilgil…"
"Vigilante?"
"Yes!" You said much louder than what you intended. "But I don't know anything about being human. It's not that you guys are doing a bad job, like teaching me, but I accidentally gave someone a hug and I don't think they were too happy. Should I just go back? I don't think I belong here. The doub-"
"Hey, calm down." Dick went over by your side and ushered you to the couch. He sat down on your right and Jason on your left. You crowded in on yourself as they took up most of the loveseat.
"How about this? Tell us whatever you want to know." Jason asked, leaning back into the couch pillows. “And we can answer it to the best of our abilities.”
“You'd do that for me, I just feel like such an inconvenience??? Is that the right word?"
"Well, first of all, yes. Second of all, of course you're not, we are here to help, always." Dick added patting your back. He kept his hand there, rubbing small circles into your skin, calming you down. Jason rubbed your thigh in the same motion as Dick, both all the while talking to you in the softest of voices to try and not startle you.
"Well I'd like to learn, um… some customs of your culture. Like what do you guys do that's like, second nature."
"Well your English has gotten a whole lot better." Dick jokes keeping you close to him.
"Mhmm…" you said quietly.
"Well I can show you one thing." Jason snickered to himself. He used the side of his hand to tilt your head up towards his. You pointed out all of the imperfections, from scars all the way to his white streak. He leaned in and pecked a kiss on your lips, ever so softly and comforting. "We do that all the time and even we can take it further. Try with Dick over there."
You leaned in Dicks direction and he kissed you as well. He groaned in disappointment whenever you pulled away, the quick kiss not satisfying his hunger at all. "Does everyone do that??"
"Nope, just people who have a super close bond."
"Wouldn't you say that we have a super close bond?" Dick adda to Jason's previous statement. His hand made its way to your ass and was gripping it tightly. You looked at him in confusion as Jason draped himself across your back. He kissed at your neck, peppering kisses at your shoulder blades.
"I guess…" You finally said watching as Jason's hand pulled up your hoodie, ruffling your hair up. Dick pulled you in by the back of your head and kissed you, resting his hands on your shoulder. Jason unhooked your bra, the one that they had practically begged Barbra to give you. Jason leaned down peppering more kisses along your shoulder blades, down the expanse of your back. You jumped at every move and wet kiss Jason laid on your skin. The boys praised your body, and you turned around quickly as Jason planted a finger into your sweats. Dick groaned out in aggravation, he turned your head using his finger to get you to look directly at him.
"Are you supposed to-"
"Shh we are teaching you, baby. Are you doubting us?" Dick asked, resting his hand right above your breast. His index finger trailed along your valley, making small patterns into your skin. " Are you trying to teach us about how we act?" Jason started to pull them down without any question. Truth was they both knew what you were going to say.
So why bother waiting.
Dick picked you up slightly as Jason worked to get your panties and sweats off quickly. Both of them smiled, glancing down at how soaked you were. You felt your breathing pick up as they stood up in front of you on the couch. They started taking off their down clothes, their shirts sticking to their sweat covered bodies. Then it got to them taking off their pants. You turned around trying not to make eye contact with them. You heard whispers but you let them fall in deaf ears as you covered your ears with your own hands. The more they progressed with this the more wrong it seemed. A hand pulled you down exposing your ear to the world.
The entire time you were a mixture of blue, green, and pink, and Dick couldn't be more turned on.
"Baby don't you want to understand us?"
"But… I don't think I can, I… I don't like this."
"You came to us asking, don't you think that means you want to learn more? This is something we do okay?"
Dickw words comforted you as your eyes became softer yet still closed. A hand pulled yours to something else, something hard and wet. They guided your hands up and down in a slow motion, groans sounding out around you.
"Open up."
You slowly opened your eyes to see that you were stroking Jason's cock, and his eyes were out of it, completely lost in bliss. He let out a mantra of yeses, and his head cocked back. Dick guided your hand up and down, smiling at you the entire time. He sped your hand up not flinching one bit as you tried looking away from him, only for him to snap in your face to bring you back to his attention.
"See it's nothing to be afraid of. Look at how happy he is. Can't you see it's a good thing?"
Jason was completely zoned out, thrusting shallowly into your hand. It was like a contact high with you, he was completely fried. Dick stood up after reassuring you and instantly put his own erection in your face. He motioned at you and you just stared at him in confusion. Dick sighed before grabbing your hand and placing it on his own cock, making it to where you stroked them both. Now they were both gone, your touch getting them both off.
"Put your mouth on Dicks." Jason mumbled out for the first time in 5 minutes. He moved your hand off him, your palm coated in his arousal. Jason gently held the back of your head and moved you forward to where you were sucking Dick off. He wasted no time grabbing at the back of your head and forced you forward to choke on his length. "Calm down, we wouldn't want to break her." Jason taunted. Dick let go and let you suck at your own pace. Jason opened your legs and got down eye level with your clit. Jason wasted no time and instantly dove in, your moans feeding into Dicks pleasure.
Jason absentmindedly moved your hands to tangle within his hair. He mumbled a small tug against your clit. You listened and pulled him closer into you. Jason growled and ate you out with vigor, starving for just a taste of you. He inserted two fingers into you, trying to stretch you open for later. All the while you slobbed around Dicks cock.
When Dick finally pulled away, your face was flushed and you were already sex drunk. You had the most fucked out expression on your face, and nothing has really happened yet. "I think she's ready." Dick said, tapping Jason's shoulder. Jason rolled his eyes, getting up from on his knees.
"You still tryna do what you said earlier?"
"Why would I ever let you down?"
Jason smiled picking you up as Dick sat down and reached out for your hips. Jason slowly sunk you on Dicks cock, stretching your walls. Jason leaned over you as you tried to accommodate his girth. “Shh, this is going to hurt.”
Then you felt it.
Jason placed himself in the same hole as Dicks.
And you screamed.
Dick kissed you feverishly, taking in your cries and whimpers. They wasted no time and immediately got to work on fucking and streching your holes. They groaned and Dick kept kissing you and nails digging into your back. They were drowned out in pleasure, completely ignoring anything you said in protest.
“Shit, this feels heavenly…”
“Look at her, she's already come on us twice.”
“Little baby was a virgin.”
They kept going back and forth finding new ways to insult and taunt you. They sped up pounding into you more and more. They were about to cum and breed you deep, they didn't even care who made you pregnant, they just had to knock you up enough to keep you there.
“Want to knwo something else thats natural in human nature, women like you carrying our fucking child.” Jaosn hissed into your ear, cumming deep inside you. Dick wasn't far behind him, filling you up. Cum oozed out of your hole, Jason and Dick pulling out to see the damage they'd done. Dick rubbed at your back kissing along your neck. Jason fell back onto the couch and leaned on Dicks shoulder, eyeing you lovingly.
“Your Pink baby…”
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What are your thoughts of The Batman? Please go in as much detail as you'd like.
I'll try to avoid spoilers but generally I think it's better than all previous live action movies in tone and style
they really embraced Batman as a detective which I feel like wasn't done this well in the other movies, the main villain being the Riddler made this a perfect angle to work with
speaking of
the Riddler is diet Jigsaw, like straight up, he puts people into Saw traps, if this movie were just the slightest bit more gutsy this could have been a horror film and I would 100% have been on board
and when he's unmasked he doesn't look like what you'd expect but at the same time you aren't exactly surprised, like he definitely looks like the kind of guy who would be obsessed with Riddles, he has 'guy who loves the movie Fight Club for all the wrong reasons' energy
Robert Pattinson is the Best Batman
I have never 100% liked any of the previous Batmen because they could never quite get both Bruce Wayne AND Batman quite right
Pattinson nails the interpretation of Bruce Wayne they went with for this movie, everyone making posts about this sad emo boy is absolutely on point, it's kinda edgy without being cringy, this character could be so easy to fuck up but he plays it in a very understated way, it's all in his performance rather than his dialogue, he really SHOWS us who Bruce Wayne is without needing to tell us
this is the first Bruce Wayne I've looked at and thought "yes this is a man who would deal with his problems by dressing up as a bat and punching people"
I would like to see what direction they take his character in for future movies, this feels like the first step of a character development journey, it doesn't feel like a 'this is what Batman is' vibe it feels like a 'this is how Batman started' vibe, like my guess is that they plan on emotionally developing Bruce Wayne in future
I also really like that he doesn't do the Christian Bale Batman voice, he doesn't growl, he doesn't sound gritty, he speaks very softly, almost whispering the whole time, this version of Batman is intimidating because he's quiet, focused, always thinking, he scares the shit out of people just by being in the room, during a crime scene you can see the cogs turning in his head as he looks around the room, taking in details, just quietly observing before saying something, and he keeps his words simple and to the point
I was actually not expecting Pattinson to be able to pull it off because I really didn't think he had the stature for it, he's never looked intimidating in any of his previous roles
but once he has the suit on, he really makes it work, the armour builds his frame up, makes his shoulders look broader, he has thick ass soles in his boots, when this motherfucker steps out of a dark corner and just quietly stares people down, he has a hell of a presence
at the moment his Bruce Wayne and Batman personas feel like very much the same person, like he hasn't quite separated his identities yet, he hasn't cultivated the Bruce Wayne mask because he's an antisocial shut in that nobody ever sees
I'm very keen to see if that changes
what I personally want for future movies is for Dick Grayson to enter the picture, and be the one who helps Bruce develop into a more stable person, I want this absolute mess of a man to impulsively adopt a child, realise 'wait fuck I dunno how to raise a kid' and then be forced to actually become a functional human being
I want Dick to call him out on being a wreck, I want this kid to drag him out into the sunshine because he wants to go get ice cream, I want Bruce to be thrown into the deep end of parenthood, I want it so bad
so yeah, 10/10, fucking awesome movie, very much doing its own seperate thing from the previous movies, this isn't an action blockbuster superhero film, this is a detective noir crime thriller
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Found Family
holy shit did this one get way out of hand. Don’t expect them all to be this long because hot damn this is a monster compared to literally everything else but it just wouldn’t stop
(should I have expected this? probably. we all know how I am about found family.)
anyway enjoy 4.5k words ig
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When Marinette had been chosen to intern with Monsieur Wayne’s PA, she hadn’t been expecting anything special. Sure, the Waynes were an odd breed and generally considered strange, but Marinette hadn’t actually expected to have much contact with them—if any at all.
She was here to earn credit for her business degree.
Instead, she has… well. She thinks she’s been somehow inducted into the Wayne family, mostly on accident and kind of as a joke.
That is, until it very much wasn’t.
***
Her first mistake, she supposes, was being too good at her job.
Marinette is an old hand at keeping track of multiple moving parts and riding herd on stubborn people who’d otherwise be too distracted or goofing off. (She was the Court’s leader for more than just being the latest in a long line of Ladybugs, after all.)
After the first two days shadowing Selina—“please, darling. Ms Kyle is so formal”—and learning the broad strokes of the job, Marinette felt confident enough to dig her nails in and get to work. Selina spent most of her time dedicated to international tasks and arranging Monsieur Waynes’ private affairs—all of which was highly classified and not discussed with Marinette—so she turned her attention to inter-company affairs.
Her first order of business was personally meeting with as many people in managerial positions as she could get. Not a requirement for the job per se, but these were people she’d have to interact with often and Maman had always stressed the importance of building connections in the workplace.
“People,” she would say, “are far more willing to do what you want them to when you’ve endeared yourself to them.”
So Marinette takes that advice and spends her breaks and lunches charming employees and giving baked goods to security guards and learning the names of the cleaning crew. She doesn’t speak to the department heads, because Selina handles their correspondences, but everyone else is free game as far as she’s concerned.
She becomes a well-recognized face astoundingly quickly.
***
Marinette probably should’ve seen the rumors coming.
It’s common practice in not only the Wayne family, but in most business conglomerates, for the children to quickly rise through the ranks of their company—if not just handed a high position right off the bat.
It took barely a month before the eldest was all but running Human Resources, and the second was placed as Head of Security practically out of nowhere. Monsieur Drake is the youngest (and most terrifyingly calculated) CEO to ever hold Wayne Enterprises, even if he does share the title with his father.
The other three are still too young or have yet to express an interest in the company, but people say it’s only a matter of time.
The track record speaks for itself, even if Marinette wishes it didn’t.
As a girl who’d come mostly out of nowhere and found herself with far more divisive sway in the company than she had any right to, it’s no wonder everyone thinks she’s some sort of secret Wayne finally coming out of hiding.
Marinette had nearly choked on her coffee when Selina dropped the bomb of that particular tidbit of company gossip.
“Most think you’ve been unofficially adopted,” Selina tells her, looking far too amused for Marinette’s liking. “Seeing as you’re too old for official avenues now.”
Marinette looks up warily from the schedule she’s rearranging. Selina had all but shoved the thing at her a month ago when she started suggesting more efficient ways of managing the CEOs’ valuable time.
“Only most? Does that mean the rest have common sense?”
Selina’s grin widens even further, if that’s possible, and Marinette regrets her question even before the older woman starts speaking.
“Oh, of course not!” she laughs delightedly. “The rest are hoping to hear news of wedding bells. It’s high time someone swept a Wayne off the market, don’t you think?”
***
“So you’re the new little sister I keep hearing about.”
Marinette stares up through narrowed eyes at the brightly smiling Dick Grayson. In her stomach, there are already the beginnings of resignation starting to form.
“It’s nice to finally meet you!”
This man is going to bring her nothing but trouble. She can tell.
***
Dick takes a liking to her. And she, against her better judgment, finds herself doing the same to him.
It’s a little hard not to, if she’s being honest. He’s bright and bubbly and brings her bagels during his morning break without her ever having asked.
It takes practically no time at all before Marinette considers him a friend, relaxing when he’s near and laughing openly at his ridiculous jokes. Despite being the head of HR, he’s not great at the whole ‘professional’ thing and often employees will walk by to find him draped across a chair or balancing precariously on the edge of her desk while she tries and fails to get some work done while he’s around.
It really doesn't help all of the ‘Marinette is a Wayne’ rumors running around. Especially when Dick starts pointedly calling her every variation of ‘little sister’ that he can think of just to annoy her (and, she knows, because he thinks the entire situation hilarious).
***
Three weeks after befriending Dick, Selina all but shoves her into Monsieur Drake’s office and, in no uncertain words, says, “He’s your problem now.”
Marinette blinks at what she can describe as nothing other than a disaster area and just… sighs.
Tim blinks back at her.
The motion is somehow both completely blank and filled with an uncomfortable amount of knowing at the same time. There is also, she notices, a frankly ludicrous amount of concealer caked beneath his eyes and more coffee cups scattered on every flat surface than Marinette has ever seen in her life.
She knows his schedule like the back of her hand seeing as she spends hours of her day pouring over it to make sure everything runs smoothly. He has no prior engagements for the next three hours.
“You’re not going to take a nap just because I ask, are you?”
He snorts. “Absolutely not.”
She nods, having expected the answer; her phone was already at her ear before he even finished speaking. “Hey, Dick!” she greets, sounding brighter than she feels at the moment, and watches as Tim stiffens in front of her. “Yeah, no. I was just wondering if you’re busy right now.” She pauses. “Oh, good! Can you come up to Tim’s office for me? Yeah, I need you to knock him out so I can fix his dumpster fire of an office.”
Tim has since started waving his hands frantically at her, panic setting in behind his eyes.
Marinette stares at him, unmoved. “Thanks, Dick! You’re the best!”
The silence after she hangs up is deafening.
“I don’t know if I should be impressed by the ease you’re manipulating me or pissed off that you’re doing it in the first place.”
She hums thoughtfully. “Does your decision have any bearing on my future employment?”
His eyes squint. “…No.”
Marinette shrugs, mind already whirling with what she’ll need to get done first and calculating how long she’ll likely have to get it done. “Then I think you should skip right over both of those and land on resignation as quickly as possible, Monsieur, because you’re going to have to get used to it regardless.”
It’s silent for a long moment, and she worries for just a second that she’s severely crossed some sort of line. Then Tim bursts out laughing instead of, you know, firing her like he probably should have.
“Oh, yeah. You’re going to fit right in here.”
Marinette doesn’t ask where the ‘here’ is. She’s pretty sure she already knows.
***
It takes ten days for Marinette to wrangle Tim’s life into something resembling order. His office is clean and organized to his liking. She’s developed a system of filing so that all paperwork goes through her and is quickly sorted into ‘can be handled by Marinette’, ‘forge his signature and tell him about it later’, and ‘actually important enough to have Tim read through’.
His schedule is the most efficient it’s ever been and Marinette is quickly honing the skill of getting him properly dressed and out of his office in under thirty minutes. (Dick is, thankfully, a great teacher and has little to no qualms about giving her the key to all his little brother’s weaknesses.)
Selina stares at her when Marinette all but drags Tim from his office, a folder tucked neatly under his arm and the sugary monstrosity of a caffeinated beverage she’s bribed him with in her own, with a whole ten minutes to spare before his meeting with the Board.
“My dear,” she says solemnly, “you are positively magic.”
She doesn’t even look up from where she’s simultaneously wrangling Tim’s hair into submission and laying his tie down flat. “You have no idea.”
***
She knows Tim is capable of professionality. She’s seen the cool facade he pulls up in front of the Board members and the kind but impersonal smile he uses on the employees of Wayne Enterprises. (He is not the Ice Prince of the Wayne family, but Marinette believes he should have some equally ruthless sounding title.) He is aloof and sharp and every inch the businessman people praise him to be.
She’s seen it. And yet…
“Monsieur. Why are all the Lexcorp contracts I gave you done in crayon?”
Tim doesn’t stop messing with his Rubix cube or even look up at her when he says, “Cause deadbeat fathers don’t deserve the respect of a pen.”
Marinette is very tired. She does not have time for this. “What are you talking about?”
“Lex is a bitchass absentee dad and I live to inconvenience him.”
“What about inconveniencing me?” she all but whines. “I can’t hand him these!”
That does make Tim look up at her, eyes wide with false innocence and mouth pouting up at her. “But sister dearest, I’m your little brother. It’s my job to inconvenience you.”
Growling in frustration is probably an inappropriate reaction to the situation.
But, Marinette thinks, so is the fact that both of the Waynes she associates with regularly seem hellbent on convincing the world that she too, is a Wayne, so.
(Is this how Alya felt dealing with the twins? Cause if so, Marinette takes back every joke she ever made—little siblings are a bitch.)
***
She meets Damian without warning.
Honestly, she never really expected to meet him at all but, well.
She finds him in Monsieur Wayne’s office, sitting at his father’s desk and doing something that she thinks is vaguely illegal, but she’s not about to tell her Boss a dozen times over how to parent his children.
Damian is a near-perfect copy of his father with darker skin and calculating green eyes. There’s also a more potent aura of danger around the child than there is around his father, like Damian hasn’t yet learned how to hide behind his public persona as his father had.
Or, Marinette looks at the teen thoughtfully, perhaps he just chooses not to.
“Monsieur Wayne,” she greets. Children like to be treated like adults, she knows, and Marinette doesn’t think this one is any different. “Selina hadn’t told me you’d be in the office today.”
“I don’t run my schedule by her,” he says flatly. A response she expected considering Dick’s stories.
“Of course not,” she agrees.
He finally deigns to look up at her and something flits across his expression, too fast for her to pick up on it. “Are those for Father? Bring them here, I’ll deal with them in his absence.”
Marinette raises her eyebrow. “I’m not sure that’s wise Monsieur.”
Damian scowls and sticks his hand out. “I’m perfectly capable of forging Father’s signature. Give them here.”
She does not move and, instead, lets her lips quirk up into the smile she’s been fighting since she stepped in here.
“I don’t doubt it,” she tells him, and she doesn't. Forgery seems exactly like the kind of skill a child who broke into the CEO’s office of a multi-billion dollar company would have. “But you’ll find that all forging of signatures has been finished for the day and that these,” she shakes the sheaf of papers lightly, “actually require your father’s attention.”
He snorts disbelievingly and it says a lot about Marinette’s life up until now that the blatant display of disrespect doesn’t piss her off but instead reminds her of Chloé and of the fact that she still needs to reschedule their spa day. It's been too long since they spent time together in person.
“Well,” she pauses and eyes the papers thoughtfully. “‘Requires’ in the sense that its information needed to trounce the Board when they start spouting off greedy bullshit about cutting corners on our humanitarian efforts. I’m not sure how much of it is actually useful for anything besides that.” She shrugs. “But homework is homework, yes?”
That gets her a thoughtful once-over. His hand lowers and he then turns back to whatever he’s messing with on his father’s computers.
“Very well,” he concedes. “Father will be back in approximately thirteen minutes. You can leave the papers and I’ll inform him of their… importance.” He smirks, but it’s more like he’s letting her in on a joke than anything else.
Marinette smiles back as she sets the folder on the desk, feeling, oddly, like she’s passed some sort of test.
***
The day after, both Dick and Tim are waiting for her with what looks like an entire bakery laid out in her workspace.
“Uh,” she says eloquently, setting her purse down on her chair because there’s not a single open space on her desk not filled with some kind of pastry. “What’s all this?”
She looks up to find neither Dick nor Tim has stopped staring at her since she walked in. “We heard you met Damian yesterday,” Dick starts warily, like he’s scared of her reaction.
The response does not abate her confusion.
“Yes, I did,” she says slowly. “That does not explain all… this.” She waves a hand, trying to encompass them as well as the state her desk is in.
The two brothers share a look.
“It’s a bribe,” Tim tells her simply and Marinette is taken aback for all of a second before her eyes suddenly narrow.
Dick cuts in hastily before she can say anything. “It’s more of an apology, really. For Damian’s behavior.”
But Marinette is confused and frustrated and just a bit offended by the apparent not-bribe at this point. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, but it only does so much.
“Damain’s behavior was fine,” she tells them with measured neutrality. “You two, on the other hand, are being weird and it’s freaking me out.” She crosses her arms expectantly. “Seriously, what’s going on?”
Appearing from out of nowhere, Selina drapes herself along Marinette’s shoulders and snags a raspberry scone. “I do believe,” she says as if sharing a secret, “That they are trying to keep you from quitting, kitten.”
Marinette wrinkles her nose. “Why would I quit? I like this job.”
She also likes the Waynes (in general, if not right then) and she likes Selina. The woman was a good mentor who didn’t shy away from the dirtier parts of the job and taught Marinette all she knew. (Even the bits, she noticed, that had little to nothing to do with being a personal assistant and were more likely to be found in the repertoire of a thief.
But, Marinette is in possession of her own sticky fingers and knows how to not ask questions, so. You know—curiosity killed the cat and all.)
She doesn’t voice any of that, but Selina, at least, knows it anyway. Marinette isn’t quiet about her gratitude after all.
“First meetings with the youngest Wayne don’t often go well,” Selina tells her. “In fact, I think he has a habit of making the interns cry.”
Dick makes some kind of offended noise. “Hey! He hasn’t done that since he was twelve!”
Tim elbows him in the ribs and Marinette makes a vaguely skeptical face at all three of them before deciding it wasn’t worth it. She has actual work to get done today and pastries to get rid of before she can even start.
She pats affectionately at Selina’s hand before grabbing as many boxes as she can hold. “Come on you two,” she says to the brothers. “You’re going to help me hand these out to the rest of the company.”
Dick immediately starts doing as told but Tim hesitates, humming thoughtfully. “You know that’s not going to help your whole ‘I’m not actually a Wayne’ thing, right?”
She glares at him. It doesn’t stop Tim from grinning like the utterly unrepentant little shit he is.
***
Things are quiet after the Damian Incident for a whole two weeks. It’s the longest lull Marinette has had since she first started and became somehow involved with the Waynes.
It ends because Dick finds out about the crush Marinette has been nursing on the Head of Security for three months now.
The Head of Security who is Jason Todd: second eldest Wayne sibling and Dick’s brother.
He takes it better than expected.
(Almost, she thinks later, a little too well.)
***
Despite her friendship with Dick and Tim—or perhaps because of it?—Jason had never seemed very interested in her. At first, Marinette had shrugged and counted it as a win; there was one Wayne, at least, who neither found her situation funny nor used it to poke fun at her.
They were on friendly terms, she supposed. Security has always been one of her more regular stops in the building, so she’d spoken to him often enough. He liked complaining that she spoiled his team rotten with all her treats.
But she also noticed that he likes her cherry danishes, so.
And then she noticed how crooked his grin was when he smiled. And how he seemed to have an arsenal of nicknames for everyone he knew. And the small collection of classic romance novels filled with sticky notes he tries and fails to hide in his desk. And, and, and.
It was around the time she began unconsciously memorizing his schedule based on when he was and was not there for her pastry deliveries, that she realized she may have made a misstep somewhere.
Jason was stubborn and passionate and flipped between overly proper and crass light a damn light switch. He was also, as stated, very much not interested in her.
Not that she would’ve pursued him anyway. He was a coworker as well as her friends’ brother.
Now if only one of said brothers could understand that.
“You should ask him out,” Dick suggests not for the first time and Marinette sighs, also not for the first time.
She loves Dick—she truly does—but he has been an aggravating level of unhelpful since he found out about Marinette’s latest romantic disaster.
“I’m definitely not doing that.”
Dick groans, like she’s being the unreasonable one. “Why are you being so stubborn about this?”
“Because I don’t like embarrassing myself?” she asks rhetorically. “Not everyone can have a fairy tale romance like you and Wally.”
He throws his coffee stirrer at her. “We are not a fairy tale.”
She shoots him a flat look. She’s heard Dick talk about Wally and Tim’s told her all the stories and she was there when he and Wally finally got their shit together. Dick was unbearable for an entire week with his gooey, lovestruck new lease on life.
“You two are the definition of fairy tale. You two make fairy tales look like trashy romance novels.”
He opens his mouth to argue the point before forcibly cutting himself off. “No. Stop distracting me. We’re not talking about that; we’re talking about you and Jason.”
“There is no ‘me and Jason’,” she reminds him through her clenched teeth.
“Not yet,” he says optimistically. Like it’s a fact, like he knows something she doesn’t.
He makes her want to slam her face into a wall. Truly, he does.
***
Dick stops running his HR papers up to her office. Instead, he’s somehow convinced Jason to play errand boy for him even though he literally never looks happy about it. What used to be a flimsy excuse for Dick to slack off for a few minutes and gossip with her has now turned into awkward silence as Jason drops off the papers and leaves without even a ‘hello’.
During their shared breaks, Dick takes to orchestrating ‘chance encounters’ between her and Jason, all but shoving them into each other (and even actually shoving that one time). She catches Jason shooting dark looks at Dick every time he does it, and if she’d been holding any iota of hope at this point, it’s been smashed to dust. Jason obviously knows of his brother’s meddling and isn’t happy about it.
But Dick just can’t take the hint.
Every failed plan of his makes him steadily worse about it all—more frantic and frustrated and like he wants to strangle her for her stubbornness. (The last feeling being more than mutual.)
Dick’s meddling starts to make her and Jason’s previously friendly, if distant, relationship awkward and embarrassing. With every pointed comment, she gets closer to just punching Dick in the face. Or, maybe, she’ll just tell Wally who really ate all the chocolate strawberry macaroons she made; it’d certainly be more devastating.
***
It all comes to head on a Thursday, after most employees have left for the day.
They run into each other in a breakroom, and she watches as Jason suddenly goes stiff, eyes flicking over her shoulder to no doubt scan for Dick. That single action makes her expression sour and she slams her empty mug down with more force than was necessary.
For Kwamis sake, he looks like a cornered animal. An image not helped by the way he jumps a foot in the air and stares at her like he’s worried she’ll suddenly lunge at him.
“Can we agree this is ridiculous?” she says abruptly. “I don’t know what Dick is trying to accomplish with his wingman schtick, but we both know it’s not going to work. Can we just… agree that he’s an idiot?”
A complicated look crosses Jason’s face before he snorts wryly. “Yeah, we can agree on that. Dickie-boy has always been a few sandwiches short a picnic.”
“I know things have been awkward between us lately, and I’m sorry about that, but I hope we can keep being friends?” she says hopefully.
“What in the world do you have to be sorry about?” he asks before she can start catastrophizing about the bewildered expression he makes at her words. “It’s not your fault.”
The smile she shoots him is rueful and she shakes her hand in an ‘ehh’ type gesture. “Kinda is. And I understand if the-” she makes a vague gesture between them that she hopes properly conveys ‘my giant, stupid crush on you’, “you know, is too much for you. Just say the word I’ll try and keep out of your way.”
She’s trying to be comforting or understanding or something like that, but all her words seem to do is make him upset. “Absolutely not,” he insists. “Sunshine, you are not going to change your routine just to make me feel better.”
Marinette crosses her arms, frowning up at him. “Why shouldn’t I? If I’m making you uncomfortable-”
He makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat. “Uncomfort- Marinette. ” She jolts a bit at the use of her name. She doesn’t think he’s used it since her second week at W.E. “I’m not sure who made you think otherwise—and if it was Dick just tell me cause I’ll kick his ass —but barring the fact that I still enjoy your friendship regardless of any… feelings-” Marinette concentrates very hard on not showing emotion when he says that, “-it’s not your responsibility to deal with it.”
Okay, but… that makes no sense. Of course her feelings were her responsibility, that’s the whole point of them being hers.
“If it’s not mine, then whose responsibility is it then?” she asks, wondering where the hell his train of thought is running.
“Mine, obviously.”
She gives him a look, complete with narrowed eyes and thinly veiled judgment. “What? Is this some kind of gentleman’s martyr complex? Is that what’s happening right now?”
Jason huffs a laugh, but there’s no humor in the sound. “If me taking responsibility for my own damn feelings is a martyr complex then sure,” he snarks, not unkindly. More like he’s trying to protect himself by retreating behind a sour attitude.
Her mouth is halfway around a retort when his words catch up to her brain and she freezes.
“Your feelings?” she repeats. “Your feelings for… me?”
His voice is carefully neutral when he says, “Those would be the ones.”
Her mouth opens and closes and opens again. “You like me? Seriously?”
His face spasms at the question, starting at anger before he properly looks at her and the surprised expression on her face. He pales.
“You didn’t know?”
“No!” she squeaks, something she hasn’t done since she was fifteen. “Well Dick said but I didn’t believe him!”
And fuck, she thinks. This means Dick knew the whole damn time, didn’t he? Oh, she is so going to kill him the second she gets the chance.
Jason runs a hand down his face, covering his mouth as he gathers his bearings. Suddenly, his eyes shoot back open and land on her. “Wait. If you didn't know, then what the hell were you talking about just now?”
She blushes to the tips of her ears and buries her face in her hands so she doesn’t have to look at him. It was easy when she thought he’d figured it out himself. It’s harder now that she has to tell him. “I- I was talking about my crush on you.”
He’s quiet for so long that she gets antsy and peeks out from behind her fingers to see his expression. He’s still looking at her, but now there’s a wide, crooked smile on his face. The expression softens something in her chest and she lowers her hands.
“Really?” he asks, leaning closer.
Marinette nods, feeling a small smile spread across her lips.
He jolts forward, hands reaching for her before suddenly stopping just shy of touching. She startles a bit at the motion but doesn’t move away.
Jason licks his lips, smile smaller but no less bright. “I- can I?”
She blinks. “Can you what?”
“Kiss you.”
The blush returns full force, but with it also comes a smile, giddy and bright. She nods and no sooner than she does, is he swooping down to pull her into a toe-curling kiss. His hands cup her face with a tenderness that makes her smile, makes her giddy, and it’s not long before they’re both smiling too wide to actually kiss and are forced to break apart.
His hands fall to her back, practically engulfing her, and his chin drops onto her head. It’s warm and cozy and she thinks she could so very easily get used to this.
Later, they’re going to have to deal with Dick and Tim and Selina and the teasing they’ll no doubt have to endure—not to mention how much worse the rumors are going to get—but right now? Right now Marinette pulls Jason back down for another kiss and very pointedly doesn’t think about it.
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