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faintblueivy · 4 years

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So Imagine...

A world where Bruce Wayne died as a child in that alley that day, Martha and Thomas Wayne grieve as normal parents. They DO NOT BECOME BATMAN AND JOKER.

Nothing ever remains the same after losing their little boy. So, Thomas buries himself in his work and Martha drowns herself in depression and pain. They do therapy and it works a little and life becomes bearable but...not happy.

One day, Alfred badgers the couple to go out and relax a little and buys them tickets for a circus - Haly’s circus. Everything was going nice and dandy and Martha was in awe of this little acrobat as much as the rest of the crowd when suddenly the rope snaps and the boy’s parents fall to their deaths - right in front of him and the gathering. Thomas is quick to jump in to see if he could help them in any way but Martha can see it in his eyes that they are as dead as they can be.

They return to home with heavy hearts and Martha can’t get the image of the little boy out of her head. His skin was a light shade of bronze but his dark hair and bright cerulean blue eyes reminded her so much of Bruce that her heart wouldn’t rest. So a few days later she uses her connections to know if the child is safe and well cared for, when to her immense horror, she is replied that he was shipped to Gotham Juvie due to the lack of foster homes. She is enraged.

She calls Thomas and Alfred and lets them know about the little acrobat’s situation and declares that she was going to adopt him. They hesitate a little but she is not to be deterred as she goes ahead and brings the little boy home.

Richard John Grayson - Wayne. Or Dick, as he likes to call himself.

He is adamant that he wants no parents and Martha is fine because not only that she is old enough to be not his mother but also because no child can ever be her Bruce.

“You can just call me Grandma then.” She tells him.

His eyes are wide but he nods and then smiles and Martha, in a long while, has never felt this happy.

Her new Grandson, despite losing his parents, is a ray of sunshine with unlimited supply of energy and the cold and empty manor is warm and happy again.

Dick is a little charmer and even after Thomas and Alfred’s initial reluctance, they immediately fall in love with the boy and one day, when Martha comes down to the morning breakfast, she hears a happy, deep rumble - one she has not heard in many years. Thomas is laughing.

There on the dining table, seated beside Dick, was Thomas laughing. Her eyes water at the scene and Alfred, who is standing beside her offers her a handkerchief. None of them mention how his own eyes are wet too.

...

Dick is sixteen, a brilliant boy in academics as much as they disinterest him but an invincible athlete. Martha has been told time and time again that her grandson is undoubtedly a international level gymnast. But he is a teenager.

And teenagers steal their grandparent’s ‘coolest’ car and rush off into the night. But they don’t come back with a little battered and bruised, homeless kid tucked under their arm.

“He had jacked three tires off your car. When I confronted him, he tried to hit me with a tire iron.” He says, amused, as Thomas tries to convince the child to show him his injuries.

“I didn’t do nothin’! He’s a fuckin’ big boob liar!” They boy screams, his blue green eyes glaring daggers at Dick.

“Language.” Both her and Alfred warn simultaneously.

After hours of struggle, interrogation and fuck you’s, Martha learns that the child’s name is Jason. He is twelve. Mother died form drug overdosing and Dad is a petty henchman of some crime lord. He ran away from multiple foster homes because they are so abusive that the child feels safer on streets.

Martha goes on a rampage over Gotham’s foster care after that. She did not donate millions of dollars annually for children to feel safer on streets. After of lot of talks and reassurances and promises, Martha acquires her second grandchild.

Jason Peter Todd - Wayne.

Jason is tiny. Malnourished like Leslie said. But he is sharp, observant and hungry for knowledge. Martha and Alfred joke that Jason is Thomas' soul child. Where Dick had loved activity and movement, Jason liked quiet and stability - Martha thinks that running and fighting for survival on streets every single day does that you. So evenings often found her and Dick in the garden but Thomas and Jason in the library pouring over as many books as they can.

And to nobody's surprise, despite their rocky start, the boys become inseparable. They are outwardly different, with clashing interests and behaviors but Martha can see that they both carry the same cores of light.

When the morning of Dick’s Parent’s death anniversary comes around, both her and Thomas find Jason on Dick’s bed, arms curled protectively around his big brother. For the first time in so many years, Dick wakes up to warmth surrounding him, not nightmares.

...

Both her grandsons attend Gotham Academy so when she receives a phone call from the Principal, she is half surprised and half not. When she enters the Principal’s office, both her boys are standing on one side, Jason with his head hung in shame and Dick glaring daggers at the other side. The boy who seems to be injured is being coddled by his mother who is shooting nasty glares at her grandchildren periodically.

Then she notices another small boy standing beside her boys, trying to melt into the wall.

Tim Drake. The only son of Jack and Janet Drake of Drake Industries.

She arches a questioning eyebrow at Dick who shakes his head and then she turns to the Principal.

“What happened here?”

“Glad to see you’re here Mrs. Wayne.” The Principal says, pushing his glasses up his nose, “I regret to inform you that your ward Jason Peter Todd attacked this young man here.” He gestures to the other boy.

“Madam, Gotham Academy is a prestigious school and we do not encourage physical violence here. Yes, it might have been acceptable from where he came from but it won’t be, here. I hope you give us the right to punish Mr. Todd here appropriately.”

Martha inwardly bristles at the jab at her grandson and says crisply, “Mr. Wayne.”

“What?”

“He’s not just Todd. He is a Wayne. Please remember that.”

“Principal Sir.” Dick cuts in and Martha is confused because as hyperactive as Dick is, he is a mannerly child and knows better than to cut in a conversation like this but what draws her attention is the chilling tone which Dick almost never uses. Dick continues, “Why don’t you tell our grandmother more of your regrets? Or the prestigious Gotham Academy believes that bullying is acceptable.”

Martha has been told what she needs to know.

“Jason?” she calls out to her youngest grandson softly, “What happened?”

Jason is quiet when suddenly Tim Drake moves forward. She can see he is scared the way his hands shake but determination shines in his blue eyes. She likes him.

“I want to say something.”

He narrates the tale of how he was being bullied and how the boy on the other side with his mother threw his science project model away and broke it and physically tried to attack him when Jason stepped in to save him. Martha felt nothing but pride at Jason’s righteous indignation.

Tim also explained that Jason exercised immense control even after these bullies called him ‘street rat’, but the verbal spar intensified after Dick was insulted for his Romani heritage, but it came to fist fight after Thomas and Martha were insulted, and Bruce’s death was made fun of.

Her gaze snaps to the other three occupants of the room and they are all in various shades of pale. Apparently, the Principal had not done his homework.

“Principal” She says icily, “Yes, I give you the authority to punish Jason appropriately but only when this young man here”, she gestures to the boy who was now cowering behind his mother, “Is dealt with in the same way.”

After threatening the Principal in soft words but harsh tone about not tolerating to having her grandsons bullied the next time, she grabs Jason’s hand to drag him away from these people who don’t deserve his company, when her eyes fall on the little trembling Tim.

She offers him her hand.

He stares at it, shocked but after an encouraging smile from Dick and a small shove from Jason, he takes it shyly.

And since that day, Tim becomes a member of Martha’s family. The boys stay together so much that even Thomas forgets that Tim is not theirs.

Tim’s upbringing sends Martha’s grandmother instincts on a haywire and she resents the Drakes for their criminal neglect towards Tim.

It is rewarding that Tim flourishes in their attention.

She learns that his hobby is Photography and he is excellent at it. And he is a genius when it comes to science, computers and gadgets. He likes crime thrillers movies and books and often picks them apart with his scarily good knowledge about forensics that leave the rest of the family in awe and slightly disturbed.

The dam breaks when one day Jason and Dick return back from school telling her that Tim was absent today and they are worried about him. When they later sneak into the Drake mansion in the evening, Thomas receives a frantic call from their oldest grandchild that Tim was burning with fever. Because Thomas is a doctor, they save Tim before anything serious happens.

This time, it is Thomas who sues the Drakes for Tim’s custody after him and Jason had, had enough of ‘Timbo’s shitty parents’.

“Timothy?” Martha brushes his sweat soaked forehead gently. “Would you like to be a member of our family legally?"

Tim is hesitant about this but he admits that he likes Wayne manor much better than he ever liked Drake mansion. He confesses that he loves Jason and Dick as brothers and sees Martha, Thomas and Alfred as his grandparents as well.

The long custody battle ends with both Jack and Janet Drake dying at the hands of two different tragedies, leaving Tim an orphan, but also with a loving family consisting of three grandparents and two brothers by his side.

Timothy Jackson Drake - Wayne is adopted into the Wayne family as her and Thomas’ third grandson.

...

A year after they adopt Tim, Thomas comes home with a small girl on his side. She is clearly an east Asian in heritage with dark hair and dark eyes and is speech deprived. Thomas is clearly distressed after Cassandra - her name is Cassandra - is safely secured in warm bed in a nice room across Jason’s. He calls her, the three boys and Alfred to his study to explain about the small girl.

He talks about how Gordon brought the girl to him and after hours of wordless, signed and clumsily sketched on paper conversations with the little girl they were able to determine that Cassandra was hiding from her father who was an assassin and wanted to drag the little girl down the same path before she ran away. The more he talks about the damage and abuse the girl had experienced at the hands on her own father, the more furious Martha becomes. When Thomas’ explanations ends, Jason slams a punch into the wall making a dent but no one has the heart to reprimand him for that.

The following morning, Martha can see that her three boys have unanimously decided that they are adopting Cassandra as their sister. She is treated like a Princess, and given the nick name ‘Cass’.

Slowly but surely, Cass learns what it means to love through Dick’s bright kindness, Jason’s quiet protection and Tim’s infinite patience. After her father is finally apprehended, the family celebrates.

Cassandra Wayne, soon after, becomes the beloved Wayne Princess of Gotham.

Martha and Thomas often accompany their only granddaughter to her speech therapy lessons, so after six months of her adoption, at dinner, she places a kiss on everyone’s forehead - her three brothers and three grandparents, stands at the head of the table and croaks out, slowly, “Thank...thank you.” All of them stare at her flabbergasted, but it appears that she was planning to shock them even more.

“You...Love. Love you...”

The silence that follows her broken but sure words is deafening. Surprisingly it is Tim who breaks it as he scrambles out of his chair and launches himself at Cass, wrapping his arms around her and both Jason and Dick follow him, grabbing both their youngest siblings fiercely.

A quiet sob breaks her out of the trance and she smiles when she watches Thomas furiously wiping his tears from the sleeve of his shirt. The last time he had cried was at Bruce’s funeral. And Martha is infinitely grateful that this time these are happy tears.

...

Sometimes Martha wonders what would have happened if Bruce had lived. If these children are her grandchildren then does that mean they are Bruce’s kids? Had Bruce lived, would he have accepted these gaggle of kids that her and Thomas have collected over the years as his own? Would he have kids of his own?

Her questions are answered when one day she hears a slight commotion in the entrance is surprised to see a young woman with a sword threatening Alfred.

“I want to meet the Master of this house. Let them know immediately.” She demands in an authoritative but silky voice, and Martha suddenly sees the Toddler clutched in her arm.

“What is it?” Martha speaks as soon as she can when the woman notices her. She looks surprised for a second but immediately schools her features as the baby fusses.

“You’re alive.” She whispers and before any of them could make an indignant comment about her wordings, she says, “It appears that I might have traveled in to the wrong universe.”

Now that is interesting. Martha lives in a world where they are protected by aliens...so, it is certainly worth hearing for.

Martha offers the young lady an invitation for tea which she accepts. She notices how the woman carries herself with lethal grace and dignity as if she was a Princess but much more. As they sit and Alfred leaves to bring the promised team Martha notices how the woman’s eyes sweep over the place.

“How may I help you?”

Her voice attracts the attention of the toddler and this time, he is not clutched tightly enough to his mother’s chest to turn his small head and look at her. Martha gasps. Because the child looks too much like Toddler Bruce. But instead of the blue eyes like her son, this child has glowing green ones, like his mother. But still, the resemblance is uncanny.

“Yes, he is your son’s.” The woman answers the unasked question.

She is explained the existence of Multiverse, and it’s workings and how Bruce survived instead of them in that world, met Talia (the woman’s name is Talia Al Ghul) and had a child but had to leave. Talia mentions the reason she came here was because her son’s life was in danger and Talia’s father wanted to raise her son as an assassin Prince and a tool for him to use. Talia’s solution to protect her son was for her to give her son to the Bruce of this world to raise, since the Bruce of that world had gone missing.

“I can raise him.” Martha suddenly declares and the woman looks at him shocked. “I will not raise him into a life of violence but I can certainly protect him and give him a happy civilian life.”

Talia looks unsure, hesitant, but says, “I...have been a warrior since the day I can remember. Never once have I ever thought of my son not being a warrior. He was...born to be one.”

Martha smiles. “He doesn’t have to be one. Yes, his life will be infinitely different than the one you imagined but...he will be well loved and protected. I can assure you of that.”

“Damian.” Talia whispers as he deposits the baby in her arms after a lot of consideration. “His name is Damian.”

She looks at her son tenderly one last time and places a kiss on his forehead and Martha’s heart breaks a little for the young mother.

“Will you return back for him?” Martha asks as she follows the Talia to the door.

“No.” Talia whispers, her voice strained. “I will not. Any action taken by me is monitored by my father closely. If I return back, then he might know that I have left Damian here and I cannot let that happen. He is yours, forever.”

Martha gives her a sad smile. “You’re a brave and good mother Talia. Thank you for doing what is best for your son.”

She nods, not turning to look at Damian one last time as she leaves the manor grounds, never to return.

Martha looks at the baby secure in her arms and her lips quirk up into a grin at the sight of two curious green eyes watching her with interest.

“Welcome to the family, little Damian.”

When she introduces the new addition to the family, Thomas is dumbfounded. Dick is ecstatic at the prospect of having a new baby brother, Jason is secretly pleased, Cass is happiest and Tim looks unsure.

That’s how Damian Wayne - Al Ghul joins the family.

Damian fits in their home spectacularly. After few days of hesitation, like he had with Dick, Thomas takes to Damian quickly. He has an epic competition going on with their eldest grandson to become the baby’s favorite. Damian refuses to sleep without Thomas but his tantrums are only controlled and won over by Dick. Damian loves Jason manhandling him and giggles happily when the older boy throws him in the air or swings him around. Damian loves Cassandra because she knows what he wants before any of them do. And Cass loves to carry her little brother around to watch birds and animals in the manor grounds.

The only person Damian seems to not get along with is Tim and the older boy seems not be fond of him either. Because Damian wants everything Tim does and the older brother has to compromise for Damian every time. But Martha has to bite laughs a lot now a days because almost everytime Damian falls asleep, it is with Tim in vicinity. And she has caught the older boy tenderly covering Damian in his favorite blanket more often than not. Martha thinks that this is kind of cute but keeps her opinion to herself.

Her little grandson is quite protective of his siblings though. Anytime someone upsets any of his siblings, they are threatened with scowls, growls and even bites and stabbings in extreme cases.

Like last time when Mrs. Park made fun of Cassandra’s speech impairment, Damian almost bit her finger off. Damian hates one of Dick’s racist colleague (they all do) so much that anytime the man enters his field of vision, the first thing Damian gets his hand on is thrown at the guy’s head. With deadly precision. And last time when Mr. Link had called Jason ‘street rat’ for personally volunteering charity work for poor and homeless, Damian had smeared his juice and drool covered hands on the Man’s thousand dollars suit. And when one time, a reporter had infiltrated a Gala and chased Tim around to ask uncomfortable questions about his parent’s death and the Wayne’s involvement in it, Damian, noticing Tim’s distress had stabbed the reporter with a fork with no hesitation.

Martha is still not sure if she should encourage or reprimand Damian for that.

...

As she sits on the head of the table with Thomas on her side and Alfred on the other end, she wonders how miraculous it is for her to have all these children in her life.

Dick is engaged in an animated conversation with Stephanie who was introduced to the family as Tim’s girlfriend. Barbara, the daughter of James Gordon and Dick’s girlfirend/or not was helping Cass pile up food on her plate. Damian and Tim were bickering over something as usual but Jason trying to hide his snickers in guise of drinking water which made Martha sure that the something was Jason’s doing.

These people were her family. The ones she had gained after losing Bruce. She wonders, if there was a universe where Bruce got to meet her grandchildren.

Would he accept them? As family?

Would he love them? As family?

She brightly smiles when the multiple sets of eyes turn to her waiting for her to blow the candle.

“Happy Birthday Martha.”

Thomas says warmly, his voice thick with emotion and she meets his gaze and sees the love, affection and thankfulness in his eyes for this family that they had created after their earth shattering loss. She knows what she wants as she blows the candle on the cake flickering in front of her.

I wish for us to be family in every universe.

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theblindgoddess · 2 years

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So today I started thinking of a new Batfam au, just because. And then I got a hilarious story idea for this au and I want to talk about it.

So this au is very similar to cannon, the main difference is that Tim and Dick swap ages, so Tim is the oldest and Dick is child number three, technically.

Another big difference is that Jason tried to steal the bat-mobile tires earlier, but actually got away with it. (Tim, [who goes by the superhero name Batkid because while Tim and Bruce are very intelligent in many, many areas, creativity is not one of those areas. Everything is named ‘bat’ something not because it was a nine-year-old who named everything that because it was funny, but because these two idiots are terrible at naming things but both felt it was weird to not have special names for everything.] thought it was absolutely hilarious to come back to the bat-mobile and find it sitting on cillander blocks and his amusement only increased when they looked at the camera feeds and saw that it was a ten-year-old who took them and not some two-bit crook trying to get back at the Bat.) Jason later gets caught stealing something else by a cop who sent him straight to juvie, whether because they were a somewhat decent cop who knew the foster system in Gotham was a roulette of bad luck or because they didn’t want to deal with the paper work associated with putting a child back into the system Jason will never know. Jason is grateful for this however, because while juvie is juvie, its still better then the streets or trying his luck at the foster system. He’s got food, clothes, a place to sleep, subpar schooling, and he will eventually be let back out into the real world where he can get a job and save up money to get proper schooling. Sure he’ll have a record, but it’s Gotham, having a small criminal record is just extra qualifications to most employers.

For the story idea I had, Tim is 16 and a senior in high school, Jason is 11, Dick is 8, and Barbra is around 20 and in collage.

So Dick’s backstory is pretty much the same, raised in the circus, parents killed when he’s 8, sent to the Gotham foster system, they send him to juvie because they can’t find room for him elsewhere or something. Bruce is working to be able to foster Dick, and he doesn’t have to do to much work because he kind of went through this process with Tim, but it was easier for him to get custody of Tim because he was a family friend and Dick’s currant social worker doesn’t want to do to much work.

Jason has been in juvie for a few months now and he has adjusted fairly well. It’s not too different from the streets, and while he is one of the youngest there, one of the older kids recognizes him as the kid who stole the tires off the Batmobile because Jason had sold then to the kids dad. That definitely boosted his rep, and the kids who needed extra persuasion to leave the 11-year-old runt alone soon found out that the kid was an excellent fighter, and when a kid half your size can fight you to a stand still, you leave him alone. So Jason is generally left alone. Then one day news comes to the center that a world famous circus came to town and that two of the star performers died on stage, leaving behind a child who was being put into that juvie center. And then the kid shows up and he is perhaps the youngest kid to ever be admitted to that center in the history of it’s existence. The kid is tiny, barely speaks B- level English, and he is absolutely terrified, alone, and has no clue why he is there. Jason, the big bleeding heart that he is deep down inside, takes one look at the kid, gives many middle fingers to the government, and decides that this tiny baby is his new little brother. He was the same age as the kid when he lost is mom, he knows how lost you feel after that, and he is going to give the kid the guidance and love that he needed but never got after he lost his mom.

Dick’s first few days at the center are rough, he is surrounded by kids who are much bigger and meaner then him, and they don’t hesitate to remind him of that every day. Then Jason comes along, pulls some favours to become Dick’s roommate, and let’s everyone know on no uncertain terms that the new kid is under his protection. After that life in juvie for Dick improves. While it’s not perfect, because it’s juvie, it’s manageable, and to Dick Jason is the coolest person in the world. He gives Dick his deserts, helps him with his school work, listens to him talk for however long he wants, and even helps him with his English.

After about a month and a half, Bruce finally, finally, is aloud to foster Dick, and Dick is moved out of juvie. He knows that he will miss Jason, probably as much as he misses his circus family, but he will always cherish the short time he had with Jason and be greatful for him. Jason, on the other hand, is not going to take this lying down. He swore he would protect this child and he is going to do it. He doesn’t care that Bruce Wayne is fully capable of taking care of all of Dick’s needs and wants, Bruce Wayne is a stupid rich dude who gets sloppy drunk at parties, and what would he ever want with some poor circus immigrant? Nothing good in Jason’s opinion, at best it’s a publicity stunt and Dick will not receive the attention that he deserves. Jason will only trust Bruce Wayne to look out for the kid if he can see for himself that he is capable of doing so properly. So Jason breaks out of juvie and heads straight to Wayne Manor.

Jason is able to make it past most of the security features around the house and actually gets inside before Tim finds the intruder, subdues him, and is confused and concerned about the age and size of said intruder. If Tim finds out that bad guys are using kids for their evil plots again he is going to be breaking many bones. He is also confused by the fact that the kid looks familiar.

Bruce comes in to see what all the commotion was about, and little Dick comes in after him. The moment Dick see’s Jason he gives out an excited yell and tackles Jason in a hug.

After Dick and Jason explain everything to Bruce and Tim, Tim realizes why the new kid looks familiar, it’s because he’s the tire kid. Tim immediately turns to Bruce and tells him that they are keeping Jason. After a bit of back and forth between them in a different language because it is a private conversation, Bruce relents saying he will see what he can do, and Tim excitedly begins to give his new little brother the house tour and informs Alfred that they will be having another person for dinner that night. Tim is over the moon because he had always wanted a little brother, and now he has two for the price of one!

Bruce and Barbra are able to get all the legal business worked out, (in this au Barbra starts to get more tech savy earlier on because Tim would accidentally brag about being the better computer partner and Barbra took that as a direct challenge) and Jason finds himself as the third child to be placed in Bruce Wayne’s care. He is not super stocked about that. While he finds Bruce to be ok and absolutely adores Alfred, he finds Tim annoying. Tim isn’t trying to be annoying, and doesn’t even realize that Jason thinks he is, Jason has just decided that Tim is a snobby rich kid who brags about his intelligence all the time and thinks he is better then everyone.

Jason and Dick are both behind in their schooling, and are being given the first semester to try and catch up to their piers before hopefully joining regular school after winter break. Tim, wanting to be a good older brother, offers to help them with their work if they need it. This annoys Jason very much. But then one day Dick asks Tim for help with a reading assignment, one of the questions is asking about the characters motivations and other stuff like that, and Jason watches as Tim can’t figure it out. Tim looks like he is about to try and burn something down he is so frustrated, and Jason decides to use this to his advantage and show the stuck up boy that Jason is not stupid. Jason walks over and works out the problem like it is one of the easiest things in the world, because to him it is, and smiles smugly at Tim for being better then him at something.

The next day while doing school work Tim comes over to Jason with another reading assignment like the one he did yesterday, just for a high school level book. Jason thinks that Tim is just testing him, trying to stump him on something, well jokes on him because Jason read this book last year! So he answers the questions with ease and moves on with his day.

And Tim keeps coming to Jason with the English questions, and Jason keeps answering them. After a month are two, Jason is, begrudgingly, having fun. He and Tim will read the works together and then answer the questions, although it’s mainly Jason answering the questions. Tim even starts to bring what look like tests to their little meetings.

Then one day while they are working together, Bruce walks in startling them and demands “Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne! Are you having your younger brother do your homework for you?!”

For three seconds Tim has the most dear in the headlights look Jason has ever seen before he regains control of his face and responds by informing Bruce that he is just utilizing an out of school tutor to assist him and really, “would you rather I hack the schools computer systems and just give myself an A without doing any work for this class?”

Jason then watches as Tim and Bruce have and epic back and forth about about the fact that, apparently, Tim wasn’t testing Jason’s intelligence and trying to get him to mess up so that he could gloat like Jason had thought, but was instead using Jason as a sort of cheat sheet because Tim stinks at English, and “I will be graduating with a 4.0 GPA and full honors no matter what it takes!”

So that kinda got away from me for a bit. I hope you guys like it!

#BatFam #batfam au #Tim Drake #dick grayson #Jason Todd #Bruce Wayne #au #age swap #long post #batman #dc #big bro Tim au

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redhoodssweetheart · 4 years

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Hello Damian

Genre: Angst with happy ending

Relationship: Older!Damian x Gender Neutral!Reader

Requested: A follow up to a request I had (REQUESTS ARE CLOSED)

Word Count: 2.5K

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending

Description: It’s been seven months since your supposed death Damian’s mother is captured and he learns that you are still alive and living not far from Gotham.

A/N: Read the story that comes before this: Goodbye Damian

BEFORE

Damian sat in his room staring out the window as a robin flew by. He snorted at the irony and slowly turned his gaze away from the cloud covered sky. It seemed like more often than not his days without you seemed cloudy and deprived of sunshine. It had been seven months since they had buried you, seven months since he thought he saw you standing on the hill in the cemetery.

He had chased after you, hoping to see you again. Hoping and praying that it was you watching him from the trees. But when he reached the spot there was no sign of you. Only tracks where two people had been standing. He had frowned when he saw them, one set reminded him of his brother Jason’s favorite pair of combat boots while the others reminded Damian of shoes that you liked to wear.

He had gone back to the manor and back to Bruce saying that he thought it was you, that he was so sure it had been you watching him. Bruce had merely pulled Damian in for a hug, not sure what to say. He couldn’t tell Damian that it hadn’t been you because it very well could have been. Jason said he was going to take you to the cemetery so you could see Damian one more time before starting over a few towns away.

There was a knock on Damian’s door alerting him to another presence. Alfred poked his head in, “Master Damian, your father wishes to have a word with you.”

Damian nodded and rose to his feet and followed Alfred down the hall toward his father’s study. He passed Selina on the way and they nodded tersely at each other. Damian and Selina didn’t hate one another, but they weren’t exactly eager to be in the other’s presence. They respected each other and understood that both of them cared for Bruce and they weren’t going to debase themselves to petty arguments and the like for Bruce’s sake.

Alfred gently pushed the door open to Bruce’s study and allowed Damian to enter before closing the door behind him to give father and son some privacy. “Alfred said you wished to speak with me,” Damian said, his hands folded behind his back.

Bruce was eyeing his son from behind his desk wondering how best to break the news. “Your mother was captured by the Justice League earlier after trying to steal some information from a government office in Italy.”

Damian nodded his head, unsurprised to hear this, “I take it she’s currently in one of the League’s holding cells.”

“She is, but the Italian government is calling for us to release her into their custody so that they can deal with her accordingly.”

Damian scoffed, “An Italian prison won’t be able to hold my mother.” Not like one of the League cells could at least.

“The League is aware of this and are currently negotiating terms with the Italian authorities. I called you here to inform you of this and ask if you wanted to speak with her before anything has been decided any further?”

Damian considered his father’s offer, “I would. It’s been sometime since I spoke to her. I should probably see how she’s doing.”

“I’ll call Oliver and tell him, we can be on a plane there tonight if you wish.” Damian gave a stiff nod and headed back to his room to back a few things before their trip.

The katana went swinging over your head so fast you almost didn’t dodge it in time. You rolled to the side and quickly hopped back up and went after your assailant. Jason blocked your attack and grinned at you, “You’re getting better.”

You smirked and shoved him away quickly trying to kick his feet out from under him, but he merely jumped up to avoid the attack. “I think you’re just becoming too complacent,” you teased.

For the past seven months you had lived in a little cabin on the outskirts of some unknown town that Jason had found. It wasn’t too far from Gotham, but far enough that you wouldn’t be noticed by anyone. You worked in a little diner earning meager tips and getting hit on by some of the people there. Jason stayed with you most of the time, but he would spend the nights at Wayne Manor so he wouldn’t raise suspicions on where he was going all the time.

Most of the time he lied and said that he had a date with some girl just to avoid Damian’s probing. Jason always thought that Damian was too perceptive for his own good. When he was with you though his sole focus was on training you to make sure that you could defend yourself whenever he wasn’t around. The two of you had grown closer and were now more like siblings than the acquaintances that you had once been.

It was nice to have some attachment to your former life in Gotham around. Jason often brought you news of Damian, though it wasn’t always good. You knew he sugar coated most of it so you wouldn’t be tempted to go running back to Gotham. There wasn’t a chance of you doing that though. This was for your safety as well as Damian. You couldn’t have him hating his mother if she managed to kill you. They had a tentative relationship, but she was still his mother.

You managed to knock Jason’s katana away from him, a triumphant smile on your face and he chuckled. “Okay, enough for today I gotta get ready for work.”

Jason understood and watched you hurry off to get ready for the evening shift at the diner.

Damian stood before his mother's cell. She was alone on this block and sitting on the cot at the farthest wall staring at her son. It had been five minutes since his arrival and neither of them had spoken a word to the other. Finally Talia sighed, “Why so sad Damian? Afraid of what may happen to your dear mother?”

Damian kept his stoic look, “No, I’m sure whatever punishment they can come up with will be adequate enough.”

Talia cocked her head to the side and studied her son, “You seem different. Does this have to do with that person you were dating?”

Damian narrowed his eyes at his mother, the first time he had shown any emotion since arriving, “Do not speak their name.”

She grinned, “I had plans to kill them. They were such a distraction, but then they died and I guess I didn’t have to worry about them anymore.” Damian clenched his fists. “Although I did hear something interesting. A little birdie told me that they saw someone who looked suspiciously like Y/N and Jason in a little town not far from Gotham. I wonder what they could be doing there.”

Damian stepped closer to his mother’s cell, “Talk.”

AFTER

The bell on the door to the diner where you worked dinged and you called over your shoulder, “Take a seat wherever you’d like, I’ll be with you in a moment.” You hear retreating footsteps and continued working on the table that had been recently vacated. When you stood and turned you dropped the tray. Damian was sitting a few tables behind you just staring, his face unreadable.

One of your coworkers rushed over and started saying your name, but you were hearing her through a filter. It was almost like you had been submerged in water and everything was muffled. Damian was here. Damian was here and he was staring at you.

He knew you were alive.

You wanted to bolt for the door and try to escape, tell Jason to play it off as if Damian had been seeing things, but you knew that would never work. He was too smart to believe something as simple as that.

“Y/N,” your coworker shook you, her eyes going to the man at the table you were staring at. The two of you were looking at each other so intensely, but you were shaking. “Are you okay? Should I call someone?”

“No Celia,” you finally found your voice. “I need to clock out early. Can you cover the last part of my shift?”

“Yeah, yeah go ahead, it’s dead in here anyway,” you winced at her word choice and quickly ducked into the back.

Celia walked over to the man whose eyes had followed your every move. “Listen, I don’t know who you think you are,” her voice drew his attention away from the door that you disappeared through. “But you better not hurt Y/N.”

Damian merely smiled at the woman, “Y/N is an old friend, they didn’t know I was coming, I just shocked them is all.”

Celia eyed him skeptically, but nodded and headed to the opposite side of the diner to take care of some more customers that had come in. Meanwhile you were in the back on the phone with Jason.

“Damian’s here,” your voice shook and you glanced over your shoulder to make sure he hadn’t followed you here. “How is he here?”

Jason was cursing, “I was just about to call you. Bruce took him to see his mother, the League captured her and she’s in their custody for the moment. She told him that you were still alive, how she knew I have no clue. I was gonna move you, I’ve been getting our things together here, I thought we would have more time. Y/N, I’m sorry.”

You let out a breath and squared your shoulders, “Well if she’s in custody then there’s no reason for me to be in hiding anymore, and especially if she knew I wasn’t dead.”

“Right, but still this was a big surprise for you. Are you going to be okay?” His concern made you smile, he really was like an older brother to you.

“I’ll be fine, I owe him an explanation,” you said. “I just hope he isn’t too angry.”

“I’ll let you and Damian have some time alone so you can talk. Just let me know if you need anything and I’ll come running,” he offered.

The two of you said your goodbyes and hung up. You gathered your things from your locker in the back and waved goodbye to the cook and entered the main portion of the diner again. Damian was still at the table with a cup of coffee before him. He was watching the steam rising from the surface before lifting the cup to his lips and taking a drink.

You couldn’t quite believe that he was here and that he knew you were alive. Sighing, you walked back over to him, “Hello Damian.”

He looked up, his expression unreadable, “Y/N.”

You flinched at the flatness to his voice, “Let’s go somewhere more private. If we don’t our business will be all over town.” He stood and followed you out to your car, he watched as you fiddled with your keys wondering what was going through your mind at that moment.

The two of you slipped into your car and took off toward the place you called home. The first five minutes were quiet as the two of you just sat there not sure who should speak first. Finally you couldn’t take it anymore and asked, “Are you mad?”

It took him a moment to answer and that had your heart beating wildly in your chest, “At you? No. At the others? A little.”

“We didn’t want to have to do this, Damian,” you glanced at him, but in the darkness you couldn’t see his face well. “Your dad wanted to protect the both of us. He wanted to try and protect me and salvage what was left from your relationship with your mom.”

“He should have told me the truth,” Damian’s voice was low as he spoke as if he were trying to hold in his anger as best he could. “I could have protected you. You were my partner, and I should have known. Instead, all of you let me believe that you were dead for seven months.”

“Your mother had to believe I was actually dead,” you argued. “Would you have been able to do that?” He was silent. “Don’t just blame your dad, it was a joint decision, and not an easy one to make at that.”

You had pulled into your driveway now and the two of you just sat there in silence. Damian was thinking things over, thinking over what he wanted to say to you next. “Are you going to disappear again?”

“No, not again,” you told him. “With your mother in custody I think I’m okay for now.”

“Then come home with me,” he said, his gaze turning to you at last. He reached over and took your hand. “Be with me again.”

You looked down at your entwined hands and then glanced back up at him wondering if this was a good idea. “Damian--”

“Please,” his voice broke and he held onto you a little bit tighter. “I can’t lose you again, not now when I know you’re alive.”

You pulled Damian into your arms and held him tightly, he squeezed you back, both of you relieved to be in each other’s arms again. “Give me a few more months here. Let me finish doing things here, I’m training with Jason and I want to complete that and to be honest I’m not ready to dive back into Gotham life again.”

He pulled back and cupped your face in his hands, “I understand, and take all the time you need. But can I make a request?”

You tilted your head and said, “Depends on what the request is?”

He chuckled, “It’s nothing serious or bad. I was just going to ask if I can come visit you and maybe help you train?”

You smiled, your heart feeling full, “Yes! Did you really think I was going to turn you down?”

He shrugged, “I wasn’t sure if you would still want space to kinda come to terms with the fact that I know and that I want you to come back to Gotham with me.”

“I want to come back,” you assured him. “And I’d love to train with you. I’m kinda excited to show you my katana skills. Jason says I’m pretty good.”

He grinned at you, “Yeah?”

“Mmhm,” you hummed and snuggled closer to him. “Stay tonight?” You asked, you weren’t ready to let him go just yet, not when you hadn’t held him for so long.

“Of course, don’t think for a second I’m going to leave you for the next couple of days. I want to hear everything,” he said. “I want to hear what the last seven months have been going.”

The two of you curled up in your bed together and you just talked. You told him about the friends you had made and what your job was like. You told him about your training with Jason and how frustrated you had been at first. Damian listened while tracing patterns on your back. And slowly you grew more tired and your words slurred, soon you were asleep and Damian smiled.

Kissing your forehead he whispered, “Goodnight, Y/N,” before closing his eyes and falling asleep himself.

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Surprise Siblings

A follow up to Tire Iron. Also available on Ao3!

Dick sighed, resting his forehead against the steering wheel. He really didn’t want to get out of the car, because that meant going inside the manor, which meant dealing with Bruce. He’d already had a long week at work, so a worse weekend was not something he had in mind when he clocked out this evening. His plan had been to do nothing but sleep and patrol, that is, until Alfred had called and told him it would be prudent for Dick to come back to Gotham for the weekend, which Dick took to mean: Richard John Grayson, get your ass home, now!

So he went. The inevitable confrontation with Bruce aside, it would be nice to catch up with Alfred. Dick unbuckled his seatbelt, slung his duffel bag over one shoulder, and made his way to the front door. He stepped into the foyer, only to be greeted with the sound of laughter coming from the kitchen. His brain stuttered to a halt because the sound was so out of place. Baffled, Dick wandered into the kitchen, feeling his jaw drop as he took in the scene before him.

Two kids were sitting at the counter, watching as Alfred baked a batch of Dick’s favorite chocolate chip cookies. The smaller of the two boys chattered excitedly, hands waving around as he talked. The other boy watched him in amusement, only cutting in to make sarcastic remarks, which set the littler one into giggles every time. Every now and again, he’d try to sneak a bite of the batter, but Alfred caught him each time with a gentle admonishment. Dick stood in the doorway, frozen in place. Alfred noticed him first.

“Ah, welcome home, Master Dick. How was the drive over?”

“Fine,” Dick said slowly. He couldn’t stop staring, wondering if he was hallucinating. The small boy smiled shyly and waved, and Dick waved back, feeling dazed. “Alf, why are there two tiny humans in the kitchen?”

“Meet Masters Jason and Tim,” Alfred said, eyes twinkling with amusement. “I’m afraid Master Bruce found them in a spot of trouble and decided to step in.”

“Nice to meet you,” Dick said, still a little dumbstruck.

“We’ve actually met before,” the little one—Tim—said. “Did you know you gave me my first hug?”

“What.”

Tim’s face and ears turned scarlet, but it was Jason who broke the awkward tension, dragging Tim from his chair and into a hug. Tim gaped a little, startled, but he quickly melted into the hug. Dick’s heart twisted in his chest at the sight. He crossed the room and joined them, drawing the two boys into his arms. Jason shied away from the contact, but Tim leaned into it, smiling sweetly.

“It’s nice to meet you, Jason. And it’s nice to meet you again, Tim. Is that a thing people say?” Tim laughed a little, wrapping his skinny arms around Dick. “So,” he said, turning to Alfred. “I haven’t visited in three weeks, and B goes and adopts two kids in the meantime.”

“His impulse control is abysmal,” Alfred replies sagely.

“We’re not adopted,” Jason said. “He just has custody of us because my parents are dead, and Tim’s parents suck.” Tim pouted at him, but Jason rolled his eyes. “C’mon Timbit, we’ve talked about this.”

“At least you two are here now,” Dick said. “Wanna tell me how that happened?” Both boys nodded, and Dick noticed Tim brighten a little.

“Jason stole the tires off the Batmobile and knocked me out with his tire iron. Then Batman kind of caught us, and I blackmailed him a little bit.”

“You stole the tires...and blackmailed…” Dick looked at the boys, both smiling sweetly at him, and burst into laughter. “My new little brothers are amazing, oh my God.” He paused, as a thought occurred to him. “Wait, how exactly did you blackmail him?”

“Oh, I figured out yours and Batman’s identities last year,” Tim said proudly. “I didn’t actually threaten him or anything.” He wrinkled his nose. “That would’ve been mean.”

“How’d you figure it out, Timmy? That’s really impressive,” Dick said, ruffling the kid’s hair. Tim’s blush darkened again. Jason’s grin turned a bit wicked as he nudged the other boy in the ribs.

“When we met, you promised you’d do your quadruple flip just for me, so I recognized the move when Robin performed it a while later.” Dick’s eyes lit up.

“You’re that Tim? I still have the photo of us!” He smiled broadly at the boy, but he was internally fighting back an undercurrent of sadness, thinking of the last picture of his parents, given to him by a small little boy at one of Bruce’s galas, years ago. Tim blushed to the roots of his hair, but his smile never wavered.

“Timmy’s a genius,” Jason said, grinning widely and slinging an arm around Tim’s bony shoulders. “Ain’t that right?” He asked, and Tim, somehow, managed to get even more flustered. He sputtered out a few unintelligible syllables, and both Jason and Dick broke into a fit of laughter.

“Hey,” Tim complained, pouting adorably. “Jason’s awesome, too!”

“I don’t doubt it,” Dick said, grinning. Jason stuck his tongue out at Tim, who just giggled in response. These two kids were adorable, and Dick couldn’t believe Bruce didn’t tell him about them. “I’m gonna go say hi to B, okay? Then maybe we can watch a movie or something.” The boys grinned at him, and Dick wandered up to the study, where Bruce was working on some paperwork for WE.

Dick leaned against the doorframe, tapping his knuckles against the solid oak. Bruce looked up and grinned at him, eyes alight with amusement. He set down his pen and folded his arms atop his desk.

“I take it you met Jason and Tim?” He asked. Dick nodded and moved into the study. He sent an annoyed look at Bruce, but the wide grin on his face diminished the effect.

“You should’ve told me. I would’ve brought presents,” Dick said. “It’s not every day a guy finds out he’s a big brother, after all.” Bruce rolled his eyes, but the fond look on his face didn’t go away. “Seriously though, where on earth did you find those two?”

“Crime Alley,” Bruce replied. “Jason was stealing my tires. Tim tried to stop him at first, but as soon as I showed up, the two of them banded together. They’ve been inseparable since.”

“Sounds like I’m going to have to come home more often,” Dick said. “We’ll be the Terrible Trio, and you’re never going to know a moment of peace ever again.”

“You boys are going to make me go gray far too soon,” Bruce grumbled. He stood, stretching his back as he crossed the room. He patted Dick’s shoulder. “It’s good to see you, son.”

Dick hesitated. Things with Bruce hadn’t been the greatest lately, but he was willing to take the olive branch offered to him. He smiled and pulled Bruce into a hug, and he was fiercely pleased when Bruce relaxed against him. He heard the sound of footsteps bounding up the stairs and stepped back, glancing over his shoulder to see Jason and Tim peering through the doorway.

“Alfred sent us to check on you,” Jason said. Tim nodded in agreement, like a little shadow. “He said the lack of yelling was suspicious.”

Dick snorted a laugh, and even Bruce cracked a smile. He waved the boys into the study, and they came trotting in together. Jason flung himself onto the couch, and Tim moved over to Dick, who wrapped an arm around him and dragged him into a hug. Tim smiled up at him, leaning into the warm touch. He sighed a little, resting his cheek against Dick’s shirt.

“He needs lots of hugs,” Jason said sagely, rolling his head to look at them from his spot on the couch. “Like, all the hugs in the world.”

“I think I can help with that,” Dick said. His heart twisted a little at the sight of the little boy clinging to him, but he resolved to do what he could to be there for him. He seemed too tiny to have such a somber look in his eyes. He hid it well, but Dick could still see the loneliness clinging to him. “Do you two troublemakers want to watch that movie now?”

Jason and Tim both nodded, and Jason leapt up, grabbing Bruce’s hand and dragging him out of the room. Dick laughed at the startled look in his eyes as he was pulled away. He glanced down at Tim, who still had his skinny arms wrapped around Dick’s torso. The boy looked up at him with a sheepish smile. Before he could move away, Dick knelt down to offer him a piggyback ride. Tim climbed up onto his back, clinging to his neck.

Dick carried Tim down to the theater room and set the boy down on one of the plush couches. He tossed a blanket over Tim’s head, laughing as he struggled to free his arms and face. Dick sat down on Tim’s left, and Jason plopped down on his other side. Tim wrapped the blanket around himself, all but swallowed by the fluffy material. Bruce turned on one of Dick’s old childhood favorites and settled in on one of the squishy armchairs. Dick passed Jason another blanket, taking a moment to steal a corner of Tim’s for himself. Tim curled up next to him, leaning his head against Dick’s arm as the opening credits began to play.

Alfred brought them a bowl of popcorn a few minutes later, smiling fondly at the sight of all four of his boys relaxing together. Dick draped an arm around Tim, and he wasn’t surprised when he realized Jason had already looped his arms around the boy in a side-hug. He also wasn’t surprised when Tim fell asleep halfway through the movie, still draped against Dick’s side. Jason lasted three-quarters of the way through before he fell asleep, too. Bruce and Dick exchanged amused smiles over the heads of the two sleeping boys. Everything felt warm and affectionate and absolutely perfect.

Sure, he hadn’t expected to come home to two little brothers, but Dick wasn’t complaining.

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chloe-bourgeois-is-big-gay · 4 years

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//Day 8//

//Robin Hood AU//

Damian snook out of the ball, careful not to be seen by any party goers. He changed into his green tunic and mask and waited outside the ballroom doors.

Maid Marinette, now Ladybug met him at the doors. They kicked down the doors and held up their weapons.

"Hand over all your valuables, this is a raid."

…..

Robin Hood and Ladybug were quite the heroes in the villages, they'd bring riches and food to the poor after stealing from the rich.

What the villagers didn't know was the fact that Ladybug and Robin Hood were the aliases of Damian of Gotham and his wife Maid Marinette.

Most of Damian's adopted brothers had come from poverty and so did Marinette.

All of them collectively decided that they didn't want anyone else growing up like that, so they came up with a plan.

During parties, Robin Hood and Ladybug would waltz in and steal all valuables. Everyone was in on it, Dick would decide to wear his nicest rings, Jason would wear an expensive amulet, Tim would wear nice velvet robes, while Bruce and Selina would choose to wear the most expensive jewellery they owned.

Of course, even though the Wayne's were all in on the scheme, a delicate social aristocracy prevented them from giving the poor some of their wealth straight out, so that's where the Prince and Princess of Thieves came in.

They would steal the expensive items from their family first, and take what else they could from snobby party goers.

It really was a perfect system, until the new sheriff arrived.

…..

Gabriel Agreste was really one of the most vile sheriffs in the whole country. He'd steal from both the poor and rich and keep it all for himself.

What's worse, he tried to insert himself into social gatherings by threatening the guard with arrest, which really put a dampener on thievery.

So Ladybug and Robin Hood did what they do best, they challenged him to duels.

…..

On the day of the duel both Robin Hood and Ladybug prepared their weapons.

Of course they couldn't duel him at the same time, that would be unsportsmanly. So they gave him the choice of who he'd like to duel.

Unfortunately for the Sheriff, he deeply underestimated Ladybug when he chose to duel her.

After several failed attempts to take the upper hand, Gabriel had lost and his stolen riches were taken back by the duo and their family. His son, Adrien, who had been badly abused by the man, was adopted into the Wayne's custody where he learned how manipulative his father had really been.

He had taken to the Wayne family business like a duck to water and when Damian and Marinette found out that they were expecting years later, the mantles of Robin Hood and Ladybug were passed down to him and his soon-to-be wife, Kagami.

Robin Hood and Ladybug were the protectors of Gotham, and the mantles were passed down for years to come, from mother to daughter, brother to brother and so on, for centuries the tradition had been passed on from generation to generation, Gotham never realised the Wayne household were responsible.

They never realised the original Robin Hood and Ladybug were Bruce Wayne and his wife Selina. But historians would note that sometimes throughout Gotham history Robin Hood was without Ladybug or Ladybug was without her Robin Hood, so they had to wonder, 'How often do these immortals argue?'

.....

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your-worst-knightmare · 4 years

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Red: Pt. 10

Masterlist here

Jason’s whole morning was a mess of bleary-eyed madness. Louis had left the safehouse with Bizarro long before Alfred had arrived in a limo to pick Artemis and Jason up. Both of them didn’t have many belongings save for weapons, which Alfred insisted that they let him take care of.

“Master Jason, it’s wonderful you and Miss Artemis are able to visit this time of year. Your stay will be busy, I must warn you, but everyone will be there.”

“Wait, what’s happening?” Jason asked, trying to shake the weariness from his brain.

“Have you really forgotten, Master Jason? The annual Wayne charity gala is tomorrow.”

“Well it seems that you won’t have to call the rest of your family now,” Artemis remarked.

Jason could only slap his forehead. “Alf, i came for business, not to party. We’re all in danger. I mean, we don’t know for sure, but–”

“Then it seems suitable that you wait until at least the gala is over. Most of the family hasn’t arrived yet anyhow. Oh, and Miss Stephanie has arranged a shopping trip for the two of you. She assumes you both hadn’t brought adequate clothing in advance.”

“Aw, Alfred–” he was swiftly cut off by a jab to the side.

“Thank you Alfred. I’m sure Jason can enjoy some time with his family without any talk of business.” Artemis gave Jason a look, and he knew better than to oppose both her and Alfred.

The old man chuckled to himself as he pulled up to Wayne Manor. A full house was always nice, if not a bit of a handful. “I’m sure he can, Miss Artemis, I’m sure he can. Try to enjoy yourselves for a while. In the meantime, let me show you to your rooms.”

In short, Jason was not enjoying himself in the least. He was hungry and tired, and of course stupid Stephanie Brown made him go shopping. And Replacement would never let Damian hear the end of it if Jason dared complain. He would get his revenge. Somehow.

The one person Jason wouldn’t mind seeing wasn’t even in the city. Yeah, because Damian’s got friends now. Like Jason wasn’t the first friend Damian ever had. The little brat left him a note apologizing for his absence, but its formality only made Jason laugh. The kid should be with his friends, maybe learning how to talk like a normal ten-year-old.

Naturally, Steph wouldn’t make Damian go shopping. It was dreadful, with Steph practically hijacking Artemis and leaving Jason and Replacement (Tim) stranded in high end stores suspended in utter confusion. It wasn’t that Jason didn’t know how to shop, it was that stupid Brown wouldn’t let him touch anything without her approval of the item first. That left very few items in the store left for Jason to choose from.

It was simply maddening. Steph finally brought him a green suit and insisted that it was the one. “It’s viridian. It’s so in Jason,” he mocked when she asked to see it on him. He didn’t even get to see what she had gotten Artemis.

He didn’t have to try it on. And hallelujah, he got to go home. Much to nobody’s surprise, he didn’t get much rest when he got back to Wayne Manor either. Jason had scarcely returned to his room when he was tacked by a ten-year old whirlwind. Damian. The boy greeted him in the formal dialect of the League, a habit not yet broken. “Akhi! You came back!”

“Well that’s obvious, isn’t it? Woah, okay, let me breathe here Damian.” The boy obeyed and sat on the bed. He clearly wasn’t ready to leave anytime soon.

“Where have you been?” he asked, crossing his arms.” You haven't visited most– if any of your safehouses lately. I… I’ve been worried.”

Well the kid had changed then. Jason had to give the little prince some credit. The kid would never have said that in his right mind had he still been with the League.

“I’ve been busy.”

“Too busy to not even go on patrol? To not answer any messages? You practically disappeared, Todd.” Damian wasn’t buying it. One thing hadn’t changed, that was for sure. The prince would get the truth out of him one way or another. Honestly, Jason was a little (okay, maybe a lot) embarrassed to tell Damian that he’d been caught and in custody for two months. He hadn’t even tried, really tried to get out.

But, Jason figured it was better to be up front. Especially with a family of detectives with a notorious history of using secrets as blackmail.

Damian only scoffed in response.” Tt’. Really, akhi? You’re getting soft.”

“Speak for yourself, brat. Now let me sleep. I’m tired.” He flopped onto the bed, with no regard for the assassin prince still sitting there.

Instead of leaving, Damian snuggled up into the crook of Jason’s arm and soon fell asleep listening to the rhythmic beating of his brother’s heart.

Jason’s next interruption (named Artemis) came too early into the next morning. Damian was still where he had fallen asleep, dozing softly. At the sound of a knock, Jason regrettably blinked himself awake. “Come in,” he yawned.

“I see you’ve been able to rest. I was going to ask if you wanted to come train with me.” Artemis raised an eyebrow at the scene. “ It seems that you can tolerate at least one of your brothers' presence.”

“It’s a love-hate relationship.”

The Amazon snorted. “So are you going to take me up on my offer or not?”

“Yeah, I’m coming Red.” He carefully shifted Damian off of himself. Thankfully, the kid’s eyes remained closed. “Wait, before you go can you help me with my shoulder?”

“Are you not capable?” she asked, nevertheless sitting down beside him. Jason pulled off his shirt to let her inspect the wound. Most of his torso was covered in bandages as well as his shoulder. Peeling them back to see how the wound healed was a tedious task. Enhanced healing made it even more annoying on account of never knowing what to expect.

“Ow. Easy, Arty.”

“ Oh, be quiet. You should be fine by tomorrow. Just keep the gauze on for compression,” Artemis said, starting to re-wrap the bandages.

Jason closed his eyes with a small sigh, glad to sit there and do nothing. Relaxing was a weird way to put it, but he couldn’t find any other way to describe it. The tips of her hair brushed his face, surrounding him the scent of her shampoo. For the first time in months, he felt… calm.

“I assume you’ll be able to take care of yourself from here. Meet me downstairs in five.”

“Thanks Princess!” he called after her.

As soon as Artemis left, Damian’s eyes flew open. Jason groaned.”You’ve been awake this whole time?”

Damian nodded, grinning devilishly. “You’re getting soft akhi,” he piped, poking his brother in the ribs.

“And I’m going to kill you if another word comes out of your mouth.” Jason pulled on some suitable clothes for training and shooed Damian out before going to join Artemis.

Surprisingly, the training room was empty. That was especially unusual for this time in the morning with the Bats. Then Jason realized that everyone was probably helping out Alfred downstairs for that night. Not that training was easy work either. But he’d go help after.

“Took you long enough.” Artemis said, smirking. “Warm up and then we spar.”

She was going to kick his butt. He knew it. But he wasn’t going to argue. “Yes ma'am.”

Jason had half a mind to say that being an Amazon was plain cheating. Yeah, he held his own, but barely. The strength of the Lazarus wasn’t always on his side. Then again, Jason didn’t always have the privilege of fighting people his own size.

“Another round?”” Artemis asked, helping him up from the floor.

“Yeah, give me a sec,” he huffed, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his shirt. “Next round, I pick the weapon though.”

By the time Artemis was satisfied with the amount of training done, Jason felt like he was going to drop dead on the spot. Which–in a weird way– reminded him of how much he’d missed training with her. She didn’t let anyone get away with slacking off. Neither did Alfred, for that matter, which was why Jason needed to hurry up in the showers or else face the wrath of an all-powerful butler. A butler much too tired to deal with any kind of nonsense.

The evening came faster than Jason had anticipated. He examined his appearance in the mirror, doing his best at looking presentable. At first, he hadn’t been sure of Steph’s choice of colour, but he was surprised to say that he actually looked… good? Fingering the cuffs of his jacket, he eyed the ‘finishing touch’ that Bruce insisted he wear. A Rolex– one that Bruce had originally got Jason for his sixteenth birthday. He’d never gotten to wear it. Death tended to preoccupy a person.

After staring at the timepiece for at least five minutes, he finally made the decision to put it on. He headed downstairs, where a few of Bruce’s close friends as well as the boys were already present. The girls were soon to arrive, fashionably late, as Alfred had put it.

As if on cue, the doors to the hall were thrown open (a bit dramatically if Jason had anything to say about it). And Jason stopped. Wow. The girls all looked supermodel gorgeous. And Artemis– Just woah.

Her dress was clearly made to match his own outfit. Steph had clearly outdone herself there. It was green, high-necked and sleeveless, which flowed elegantly to her shins. Her red hair was pulled back, keeping the delicate curls out of her face and making the designs etched into her side-shave all the more striking. A gold armband circled her bicep, emphasizing her muscular physique.

“Good evening, Jason,” she said coolly, practically gliding across the floor.”Tell me, when did you decide to fulfill your dreams of being a statue?”

“This? Oh, this is a technique used to evade the reporters. You should try it sometime. Works wonders.”

The Amazon’s lips curled upward in amusement. “I see.” She reached across the table to steal an untouched patry from Jason’s plate.

“Hey! I was going to eat that.”

“It can’t possibly be that hard to get another,” she said, taking a bite. “Besides, you weren’t eating it.”

He gave her a look. Artemis shrugged, mouth full. “Ah, it’s fine. I’ll steal another one from the kitchen. Bruce wants us there for a briefing anyway.”

“Briefing?”

“Yeah, so the press doesn’t find anything fishy with us.” It sounded like a weird thing to do, but even when he was a kid, Jason had pre-gala briefings. What to say to the reporters, how to act (well mostly) what impression to give off. There was a whole science to it. Alfred didn’t teach the Bats drama in vain.

The kitchen, which seemed colossal while empty, slowly shrank as more and more people shuffled inside. Bruce quizzed each of them of their roles, and things they were not to do. Jason, for example, was not to get drunk and cuss out the press. Much to his own chagrin, Jason was expected to actually talk to some of the guests, and give off a good impression.

“Remember, you are all representing the Wayne name, even if you don’t bear it. Please act accordingly.”

On the bright side, Jason was able to sneak another pastry out. Man, he’d missed Alfred’s cooking. For all of his redeemable traits, Louis hadn’t been the best chef. It was a step up from the cooking at the correctional facility, but Alfred’s skillset was simply legendary.

The flash of cameras and clamouring reporters soon arrived to the manor. Limos that looked long enough to fit thirty people pulled up one after the other. He remembered watching them as a kid, in awe of the lavish use of their money. He remembered smiling so much at the cameras that his cheeks hurt. He remembered eating so much food that he felt sick afterwards- thereafter getting to wait the rest of the party out in his room. There was something satisfying about knowing there was a party downstairs and choosing not to be a part of it.

Jason was relieved once the guests settled into the hall and calmed down. Because he spent so little time with his own family, he felt like more of a guest himself. His brothers were busy talking to the elite, making small talk about whatever rich people were interested in. Artemis didn’t have much care to mingle, which was a small comfort to Jason. At least he could talk to her and not seem like a total loner.

“Bruce said I have to talk to some people this time.”

“Do you really plan to?”

“Well I’m talking to you now, aren’t I?”

“Oh quit your blather Jason. What’s on your mind?”

He leaned an arm on the table, sighing. There were so many things. Coming back to Wayne Manor made him enough of a trainwreck as it was. Add onto that the threat of lurking Owls and the thought of Biz and Louis by themselves didn’t help. And the gala? All of that was the perfect recipe for something to go wrong. Artemis was the one thing that kept him from losing his mind. Well, partially.

“So many things Arty. Everything just piles up, you know?” She nodded solemnly, silently telling him to continue. “And I just…” he stopped, shaking his head, his entire vocabulary ceasing to exist.

She took his hand and looked him in the eye. “I know. It really does happen at the worst times. Family is a difficult thing, Jason, but it’s better to keep them in your life, despite how much you may want to drop-kick some of them off a roof.”

He laughed dryly. “How are you so perfect with everything Princess?”

“Perfect? I’m far from it. But you may keep believing that if you like,” she smiled.

Oh, he was so glad she was back. Her presence alone was strangely soothing. She could say nothing and deliver a whole conversation. He hoped she understood his mess of a mind. Words alone couldn’t convey his thoughts. Life was hard, feelings more so. He’d have to unwind all of that later. Public settings weren’t the place to get emotional.

“How do you think Biz and Louis are doing?” Jason asked, taking a sip of whatever carbonated drink the waiter had given him.

“I’m sure they’re getting along. Louis seems likable enough.”

“I thought you two didn’t get along?”

“Yes, we may not see eye to eye, but I know a sincere man when I see one. He’s dedicated to doing right, and I respect that.”

Jason gave her a small round of applause, making the Amazon roll her eyes. “So glad to see my favorite people getting along.” He raised his glass. “To the reunion of the Outlaws, and you being friendly,”Jason toasted and drained the rest of his drink without another word. Artemis gave him an exasperated look before following suit.

Tipping his glass to the light, he could’ve sworn he saw something. Was that… an owl? There was too much evidence of the Court following them for it not to be. What did they put in his drink? Upon placing the glass down, he nudged Artemis, motioning to his drink. Thankfully, she got his message.

She swirled her own glass around in her hand, watching the last sips slosh around. Finally, she set it on the table. “We really must ask the waiter what mystery drink he is giving out. I simply must have some more,” Artemis said, throwing a little too much enthusiasm into her last sentence.

The guests started to file to the middle of the hall. What the elite of Gotham had with waltzes, Jason would never know. But it seemed like a good way to pass information around the room discreetly. Jason got up, offering a hand to Artemis. “A dance, m’lady?”

“Sounds wonderful.” The pair glided across the floor, Jason grateful for Alfred’s training in this type of thing. He leaned close to Artemis’ ear, scarcely daring to whisper. “We need to tell someone they’re here.”

“We’ll split up,” she breathed. “Find Barbara. I’ll find Dick.”

“‘Kay.”

Jason was just about to hand her off to another partner when Artemis winced. “You okay?”

“Yes, it’s just… my head.” She brought a hand to her temple, grimacing. “I’ve got to go.”

Jason nodded. He could tell Dick himself. “Go on, I’ll meet you later.” He saw her off, and sat down in the corner, trying to locate Dick. He managed to catch his attention, only– his head started to pound too.

“You okay, Jay? You look terrible.”

Jason sucked in a breath. “Some’n messed with–” his tongue felt like lead. Nope nope nope. He needed to leave. “–drink.” he managed, dashing out the door and to the nearest washroom.

#rhato #red hood #jason todd #artemis grace #batfam #rhato 2016 #fanfic #Red:pt10

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m00nslippers · 5 years

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How many mom figures does Jason have in crushing u?

He’s got mom-figures, aunt-figures AND grandmother figures.

Selina and Talia are both like mothers to him. Talia especially has straight-up claimed him as her son, as far as she’s concerned, she has two sons, and their names are Jason and Damian. Damian is very confused by this, because he will be talking to Talia on a custody visit or whatever you want to call it, and she’ll say, “Give your brother my love when you get back to Gotham,” and the first thing to come to mind for Damian is, but I don’t have brothers? and the next thing to come to mind is but I have a whole bunch of brothers? and he’ll say, “What brother do you mean, mother?” because he can’t figure out why she would say that to any of them, and Talia is annoyed like, “The only brother you have, Jason, obviously!” And Damian is just like?? How and when did this happen?! (Like eight years ago Dami, keep up). And I am absolutely stealing @holy-fate-worse-than-death‘s idea that all the Al Ghuls are christened in the Lazarus Pit. When Talia submerged and healed Jason in it, that was her christening Jason as her child too. That was her birthing him. She’s as much Jason’s mother as Bruce is Jason’s father, it’s real to them. She is his mom.

Jason’s relationship with Selina is more more new, like the kid warming up to his step-mom (because that’s almost literally the situation) but they have a strong base. And Selina really understands him like Bruce honestly can’t. She was raised on the streets, ran a mom for a bit there, was a thief/criminal, on almost any point where Jason and Bruce would argue, she can actually trust Selina to understand where he’s coming from an maybe even be on his side. They are very similar in a lot of ways and immediately started to connect when she officially married Bruce (which was the unspoken ‘okay’ for the family to start getting attached to her, before that she was flighty so they always felt she might leave and didn’t want to get too attached to her in case that happened). But now they are getting very close. Dick is still a bit wary of Selina, and Tim and Damian don’t have much in common with her, but Jason is a boy after her own heart, they have similar humor and are both skilled infiltrators and thieves, she loves teaching him a thing or two in that respect.

The family actually tries to keep them from teaming up much on missions unless Bruce or Dick is there too because it all just inevitably gets out of hand because they love breaking into places and joking around, especially at Bruce’s expense. Selina actually thinks a lot about how life would have been if she’d found Jason instead of Bruce, if maybe Jason’s life might have been better. But knowing her luck probably not, so she never voices this thought aloud, all it would do is hurt her boys, but she likes to think there’s a universe out there where Jason was her son first and Bruce’s second–not that she doesn’t love the other kids too but with Jason it just feels especially right and oh-so-possible that he could have been her Stray.

And then there are Jason’s ‘aunts’, good old Ivy and Harley, an anon sent me something that’s just perfect for this and I was holding on to it to think of something to write with it, but I think I’ll post it here because it’s so appropriate:

Ivy and Harley have officially acknowledged him as Selina’s kid, (unofficially they’ve acknowledged the other batkids as her kid too, but they are less excited about their inclusion. Ivy is going to miss tying up Tim with vines and Harley always had fun fighting with Damian but now they have to ugh, HOLD BACK. Harley really likes Duke, though, and has called him her nephew to his face, which Duke is very confused about, and knowing that Damian hold’s the Al Ghul views about saving the environment from humans gives Ivy a positive view of him.) They’d always rather liked Jason, Harley very much approved of him trying to kill the Joker, not to mention that Robinson Park, right next to Crime Ally, had a lot less assholes running around messing with Ivy’s plants when Jason took the territory, so she’s always had a higher opinion of him for that reason alone. So far Jason is the only kid who has been invited to Sirens’ nights, though they are considering inviting the others, maybe one or two at a time. Harley has really been trying to be a hero lately and Ivy, because she loves her, is making an effort to as well, especially now that Selina has taken the plunge, so they’re going to have to get used to these kids if they want to stay in Gotham.

For Jason’s part he likes knowing that he can count on those two in pretty much any situation, they are never going to judged him for having killed people, or for much of anything really because they’ve done worse and don’t regret their actions. It’s very relieving for him to know that he’ll always be accepted by them, even if he messes up with this thing with the JLA and the batfam and everything. If for some reason he royally screwed-up and all the heroes turned on him, he knows Ivy and Harley wouldn’t.

And on to the grandmother figures. Jason has Ma Gunn and Ducra. Jason doesn’t know it, but Ma Gunn is his biological grandmother. She’s your regular ol’ uzi-wielding, cigar-smoking granny and you can see exactly where Jason gets it from. She was never around when Jason was a kid, when she took Jason in the first time she never told him they were related and when he got older it felt too late to mention it. Jason doesn’t like what she was doing before, but he’s been crashing at her place with the Outlaws for a while now and she really does treat him like her grandkid, and she’d never thought she would feel any kind of care or pride over her useless son’s kid, but she can’t help herself. They are just so much alike. If something happened to her, Jason would be pretty upset. If Jason ever found out she was his grandmother, he’d be really betrayed that she hadn’t told him, because he does hold a certain fondness for her and would love to know that she was his real grandmother.

Ducra is his other grandmother figure, and he’s really grateful to her for taking him into the All-Caste. He knows she has a certain fondness for him, because if she didn’t the descent among the Caste at his acceptance would have had her running him out ages ago. They didn’t like that he was an outsider or a human or uninitiated into any organization they respected (like the League of Assassins). That she took it upon herself to recognize him as their prophesied and teach him their ways made a lot of people hate her. In the end she was right, that he was strong and good and was able to learn all of their techniques, yet they still don’t like him. Jason is really thankful that she fought for him against her own people, as well as was the only teacher he had at the time to teach him anything worthwhile or good–while everyone else were awful people like Egon who betrayed his sense of ethics at every turn.

Sometimes Jason wonders if he might be descended from her, far far back in his bloodline or something, and maybe that’s why he can use the All-Caste techniques when most people on the planet can’t even after lots of training, but she’s never talked about having any kids outside of Essence (not to mention that would make his thing with Essence a little weird) so maybe that’s just some wishful thinking on his part. Maybe he just wishes there was a blood connection so he could never lose that relationship, like he worries losing his relationship with Talia or Selina or Ma Gunn. Like he seemed to lose his relationship with the bat family. He had worries that maybe blood was the only way you could be assured that people would stay with you, keep loving you–but some time with Kori and Roy finally changed his mind on that. He knows they will always love him and they don’t need blood for that, so he’s less worried than he used to be that all of these relationships in his life will just go away one day when they realize he’s not good enough.

#Well this got long #Selina and Talia are his two moms and if they were ever in the same room Jason might spontaneously combust #Harley and Ivy are his wine aunts that encourage his bad behavior #Ducra and Ma Gunn are very reflective of where Jason gets all of his crazy power #Jason Todd #Red hood #Talia Al Ghul #Selina Kyle #batcat #pamela isley #Poison Ivy #Harleen Quinzel #harley quinn #Ma Gunn #Ducra #All-Caste #Everyone Crushing on Jason AU #headcanon

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thedcdunce · 5 years

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Nocturna

“If the night is made for dreams, you see, I prefer to experience them awake.” - Nocturna

Real Name: Natalia Knight

Gender: Female

Height: 5′ 10″

Weight: 140 lbs (64 kg)

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Black

Skin: White

Powers:

Teleportation

Pheromone Control

Abilities:

Hand-to-Hand Combat (Basic)

Astronomy

Weaknesses:

Vulnerability to Light

Equipment:

Weaponized Jewelry

Hot Air Balloons

Base of Operations: Gotham City

Universe:

Earth-One

New Earth

Citizenship: American

Marital Status: Single

Occupation: Astronomer

First Appearance: Detective Comics #529 (August, 1983)

Powers

Teleportation: Nocturna is able to teleport between short distances. She has only used this power at night, probably because it only works in the dark.

Pheromone Control: Nocturna used a narcotic perfume on herself, which rendered the males around her spellbound to her charms and also kept her in a constant state of romanticism.

Abilities

Hand-to-Hand Combat (Basic)

Astronomy

Weaknesses

Vulnerability to Light

Equipment

Weaponized Jewelry: Nocturna often carried weapons concealed in her jewels, such as hollow pearls filled with jewels and explosives as well as razor sharp earrings and belt buckles in the shape of moon and stars.

Hot Air Balloons

Origin

Natasha Knight was a street orphan who was rescued by a well-known gangster called Charles Knight at the age of 12. She grew up with him, with all the privileges and luxuries of his ill gotten money. However, Natasha didn't know about his illegal activities until she was of age, when he died during a crime and the police told her the truth. In his funeral, Natasha met Anton Knight, Charles biological son and he proposed to start an alliance to continue their father's lifestyle, but at first she refused.

A few years later, Natasha developed a passion for astronomy and the night sky. She became an astronomer and found a job at the Gotham City Observatory, which was under Wayne Enterprises' management. While working there one night, she became victim to a radioactive laser, which drained her skin of all pigment and also rendered her sensitive to light.

With her new skin condition, Natasha accepted Anton's proposition and they started a large scale criminal spree using his skills. It was around this time that Natasha adopted the alias of Nocturna. When she and Anton planned to steal from members of Wayne Enterprises during a party at Wayne Manor, Natasha met Bruce Wayne and she noticed his fascination for her. When Anton showed up, the crime went smoothly, but soon they were found by Batman, who managed to capture Anton. Nocturna managed to escape from Batman's grasp, but when she tried to release her adoptive brother from prison, she was captured by the Dark Knight.

Crime and Redemption

Eventually, Nocturna escaped from prison and started a new criminal scheme called Nightmares, Inc., organized by a new partner in crime by the name of Nightshade. However, Nocturna ended their partnership after Nightshade became despondent with her leadership and lack of love for him. Without a criminal partner to provide her with wealth and luxury, Nocturna turned her attention to Bruce Wayne's legal battle to gain custody of the orphan, Jason Todd. As Natalia Knight, she filed the adoption papers and became mother of Jason thanks to political manipulation by Mayor Hamilton Hill. This was all part of Nocturna's plan to force Bruce Wayne into marry her in and continue living in delight.

When her former partner, the Thief of Night escaped from prison, she learned that he had become a murderer and her love for him turned to hate. Rejecting the Night-Slayer, Nocturna prepared to receive Jason as her son, but she came across Batman once again. This time, Nocturna assisted Batman against the Night-Slayer, almost killing him and at that moment, she realized she was attracted to the Dark Knight as much as he was attracted to her. During their brief romantic encounter, Nocturna revealed that she knew about Batman's secret identity, but she promised to keep the secret as long as she could become his partner and mother of Jason Todd.

Having won the legal battle for Jason's adoption, soon she was attacked by The Mad Hatter, who wanted to steal her memories for his own benefit. Nocturna was saved by Batman and Robin, and soon she returned the favor by allowing Jason to go out as Robin and helping them capture the Mad Hatter for good. Afterwards, Nocturna tried to show Jason her honest change, but all she received in turn was mistrust.

After having adopted Jason, the Night-Slayer returned and planned to murder Nocturna and her new son in revenge for her murder attempt against him. Although his plan was thwarted by Batman, the Night-Slayer managed to convince Batman that he, Bruce Wayne, was the Night-Slayer and subsequently, Anton Knight started posing as Batman. Nocturna and Robin worked together to stop Knight, but they were no match for the well trained criminal. Afterwards, Nocturna helped Batman capture the Night-Slayer and expose Mayor Hill's crimes, but despite all this, she couldn't earn the love and trust of Jason, for this reason she decided to let him return to Wayne Manor. After returning Jason to Bruce, Nocturna vanished without saying anything and desisted from Jason's custody, leaving only a concerned Batman behind.

Death of Night

Nocturna returned to Gotham when the skies turned red. She settled on the old and abandoned observatory, where she tried to understand why the skies changed as this meant the end of the night as Nocturna loved it. Her comeback alerted the authorities, but before the police could find her, Jason Todd located her and finally accepted to call her “mother”. Shortly afterwards, Nocturna was confronted by Batman, who couldn't take her to the authorities and instead, they surrendered to their mutual love and kissed for a second time. After the kiss, Batman pushed Nocturna away due to her dark and dangerous nature and she pointed out that being like that was what caused him to love her.

Leaving this paradox for Batman to ponder, Nocturna became the new temporary leader of the False Face Society, reaping the profit from them to finance her studies of the red skies. Unfortunately, she was tracked down by Catwoman, who wanted to take her to the authorities to clear her own name. Nocturna only reacted when Catwoman attacked Robin, but the fight was stopped by Batman. After the struggle, Catwoman was struck by lightning, leaving her barely alive and the heroes left Nocturna alone in order to save Catwoman, while the Night-Slayer continued her hunt for Nocturna.

Losing hope for finding a solution to the red skies, Nocturna decided to give away her location so that the Night-Slayer could find her and end their torment. Waiting in the observatory under the red rain, Nocturna was unaware that Robin was exposing himself to protect her. Night-Slayer eventually found Nocturna and she embraced her fate, willingly accepting death. Despite Batman and Robin's intervention, Nocturna was stabbed and seriously wounded by the Night-Slayer and in the aftermath of the fight, she was presumed dead as her body was taken away in her hot air balloon into the raging red storm.

One Year Later

Many years later, Nocturna returned as a member of the Injustice League. She and many of her Injustice League cohorts were exiled to the planet Salvation, and joined as a member of Vandal Savage's camp along with her three female companions Lady Flash, Cheetah, and Phobia. Nocturna and her companions were disgruntled in their situation after they were supposedly promised by Savage that he would made one of them his queen, in fact he never intended to from the beginning. Eventually the women figured out of Savage's manipulation and attacked him until being confronted by the other arriving villains who are escaping from an army of Parademons. Nocturna and many of the other villains were sent back to Earth with a teleportation device built by Lex Luthor and the other skilled villains.

Some time later, Nocturna began stealing from random houses in Gotham until she was stopped during her escape attempt by Stephanie Brown. However, she wasn't captured by Robin, as the only thing that the GCPD found was the hot air balloon in which she tried to escape. A short time later, Spoiler spotted Nocturna again trying to steal from the people at the Robinson Ball and she stopped her, using her invisibility gear to fight Nocturna's newfound power of teleportation.

#nocturna #natalia knight #dc #DC comics #thedcdunce

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maybekatherine · 5 years

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Last night I dreamed that Martha Wayne was wearing a bracelet that said Ravenclaw, so obviously, Headcanons.

The Kane Family was an Old Pureblood Family with Pedigree, so of course Martha was going to to go boarding school in Scotland instead of somewhere on the same continent.

Her brother was a squib, which was terrible, so all of their parents’ high expectations fell on Martha. She did not disappoint.

She did not disappoint up until she married a muggle.

Her parents dis-disinherited Jacob because at this point he was the least disappointing child.

It is a common misconception that Alfred Pennyworth comes with Wayne Manor. He did, in fact, come with Martha Wayne. It is so hard to find good help these days, especially help that doesn’t question strange happenings.

At one point in his childhood, Bruce was convinced that Alfred was a mutated, freakishly tall house elf.

Upon his parents’ death Bruce’s grandparents did try to get custody of him. But Martha’s will was very firm on Bruce not going to his grandparents, where he would probably hear all sorts of things about his awful muggle father.

Bruce was supposed to go to Hogwarts, but Alfred knew a thing or two about Bruce, and a thing or two about British boarding schools. So instead Bruce went to magic summer camp.

Grandma and Grandpa Kane pitched a fit. When that didn’t achieve anything, they moved somewhere tropical to try and forget they ever had kids.

Bruce takes the Statute of Secrecy very seriously. Possibly unhealthily so.

There were strangers around the Manor often enough, so before Dick moved in it didn’t take much effort to get everything magical hidden away somewhere where he Wouldn’t Find Out.

Bruce has to do about five double-takes when the street kid steals his tires, hits him with a tire iron, calls him a boob, and then does accidental magic while running away. Then he decides that he’s keeping Jason.

By this point of course Bruce and Dick are not talking to each other, so even though Bruce is now caring for a magical child Dick still doesn’t find out about the magic.

Bruce Obliviates Tim multiple times before Alfred points out that this can cause serious problems, and obviously isn’t a long-term solution anyway.

“Tim, I need to tell you something important that you can’t tell anyone.” “Do you mean the fact that you’re a wizard?” “...What.” “I found a folder of evidence that I don’t remember putting together, including notes on how I had previously found that folder but didn’t remember putting it together. I came to the conclusion that you were wiping my memory of the knowledge that you were a wizard, so I decided to just not mention it.”

Ra’s al Ghul burns seven secret bases to the ground because creepy owls keep finding them and he doesn’t know how.

Then Damian performs accidental magic and he throws up his hands and tells Talia to send him to Bruce because he’s not dealing with this anymore, do you have any idea how much secret bases cost, obviously it’s something he got from his father because he definitely didn’t get it from Talia’s side of the family, so make him deal with the creepy owl homing beacon Damian somehow turned into, he is so done.

“Beloved, your son did a weird thing and Father thinks it’s your fault, and told me to give him to you because owls keep finding him and it’s distressing Father immensely.” “...I’m sorry my what?”

At some point after Bruce dies, Dick finds Damian packing. “Where do you think you’re going?” “Summer camp.” “Since when? This is the first I’ve heard of it. Is it something you planned with Alfred?” “...Yes?”

Dick still doesn’t know about the magic.

#batman #DC #harry potter

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batreyn · 7 years

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Batbro fic

Title: Babysitting Blues Rating: G Pairing/Relationship: JayDami, brotherly A/N: Ages are roughly Dick: college-age (early adult), Jason: late teen, Tim: mid-teen, Damian: 3

Summary: A grounded Jason gets stuck watching baby Damian.

Life sucked.

To prove his point (and his mood), Jason responded to the knock on his bedroom door by turning his music up louder. If Bruce were home, or even Dick, there would be immediate words, but he wasn’t and Tim wasn’t the boss of him.

“Jason!” Tim pounded on the door again. “Jason, quit moping around and hear me out for a minute!”

Jason rolled his eyes. Normally, Tim either gave him a wide berth when he was in one of his moods or he just picked the lock and barged in, mindless of Jason’s cursing at him to get out. But tonight, Tim had gotten stuck on babysitting duty, and Damian, with eyes like a damn hawk, was about as impressionable as they came.

“I swear to God, if you don’t open this door, I’ll tell Bruce you snuck out and he’ll add another week to your grounding.”

Wrenching the door open, Jason used his body to block off any view of what had become his unwanted sanctuary for the next six days. “What?”

Tim drew back at the snap in his tone. “I need you to watch Dami–”

“No.”

Tim’s hands came up in peace. “Okay, I knew you were going to say that, but you know I would never ask you if it wasn’t an emergency.”

Jason failed to be impressed. The house clearly wasn’t on fire and Damian wasn’t screaming in pain anywhere.

Tim leaned in, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. “We’re out of milk.”

Jason’s exclaimed, “Fuck!” was immediately followed by both teens looking down the hall to see if the three year old had heard.

When there was no childlike echo or overly curious eyes suddenly appearing around the corner, Tim deemed it safe enough to punch Jason in the chest. “Language!”

“Fuck that!” Jason hissed out in a whisper. “What the fuck were all of you thinking, not making sure we had milk before Bruce and Alfred took off for the night??”

It was common knowledge that Damian needed a cup of warm milk exactly one hour before bed. Otherwise, he would do his damn best to break everyone’s eardrums with his piercing wails, kick and scream until something broke, then throw up all over himself.

“Because we had some this morning when Alfred asked me to double check! But then someone,” he stressed, making it quite clear exactly who that someone was, “stopped by because he’s too good for his university’s mess hall breakfast and had to go and have half a gallon with his ridiculous amounts of cereal–”

“You can say his name, you know,” Jason interrupted. “He won’t care if your hero worship of him is lessened in any way.”

“Timmer-ty! I’m going potty!” Damian’s declaration was punctuated with the slamming of the bathroom door.

“Please aim for the water this time!” Tim shouted back. The kid’s aim was so bad, Bruce was seriously considering investing in urinals for half of the manor’s bathrooms. “Watch him while I run to the store and I’ll give you twenty bucks.”

Jason pulled a face. Twenty dollars was NOT enough to convince him to spend any amount of quality time with the brat.

“Forty,” he haggled.

“I could just give you fifteen,” Tim threatened.

Jason made himself comfortable against his doorframe. “And I could ask for half your check tonight,” he pointed out, knowing he had the upper hand.

Tim’s eyes narrowed. “I could also remind you that you’re grounded for a good reason and that any amount of money is more than you deserve right now.”

Jason remained silent, his face expectant.

“Fine!” Tim relented after all of three seconds. “Thirty dollars, tops. And that entirely depends on both Damian’s emotional state and the state of the house when I get back.”

“Deal.”

Jason didn’t bother to slip out of his room until Tim was sliding his keys into his pocket and yelling orders at Damian through the still-closed bathroom door.

“You can just go now! I can take care of myself!” Damian’s proclamation was punctuated by the flushing of the toilet.

“I’m not wiping his butt,” Jason muttered as he squeezed by Tim on his way to the upstairs den.

Flopping down on the couch, he wasted no time in finding the remote and surfing his way up through the sports stations, knowing full well this was going to be something he missed dearly for the next week.

Just as he settled on a station, Damian exited the bathroom, his hand-me-down jeans hiked up nearly to his chest, where he held them in place, his strides long and awkward.

Times like this, Jason couldn’t help but acknowledge the soft spot he had for Bruce’s biological kid. Talia always insisted Damian wore clothes that fit perfectly, a choice that cost her a small fortune every time her child grew another inch. But when staying with his father, Damian preferred stealing his brothers’ old clothes and stumbling around in them.

“Jason,” Damian greeted, looking down at his pants while walking over to the couch.

Jason set the remote control aside and leaned forward, fully expecting to be asked to help button up the kid’s pants.

Instead, Damian came to a stop several feet away and leaned forward, pushing his pants down to his ankles. “Jason, look at my underwear.”

Jason pulled a face, his gaze flickering to the TV to make sure he hadn’t missed anything important. He had no interest in pretending to be fascinated with Sesame Street or Mickey Mouse or–

“Those are stripes,” he stated dumbly.

Damian nodded, his arms akimbo and mouth straight with all the common sense a three year old could hold. “Yes.”

“Rainbow stripes.” Jason had no idea why he was still staring. “Why do you have rainbow striped underwear?” He wasn’t even away such a thing existed for little boys. “That’s not boy’s underwear,” he realized.

Sure enough, the longer he inspected it, the more sure of his statement Jason became. The elastic lining was too thin, the fabric looked softer, and it was missing the tell-tale slit that all male undergarments came with.

Damian shrugged and nodded like it was no big deal, despite it clearly being the opposite since he felt the need to show it off. “My maman has rainbow underwear and I wanted some, too.” He shrugged again and looked down at himself. “So she got me some.”

Jason’s eyebrows shot up at the admission. He definitely never would have pegged Talia as the type to own anything less than silky and sexy, lest Bruce wouldn’t be in this mess (-y custody battle) in the first place.

Man…did Bruce know about his kid’s early life choices?

“What are you watching?” Damian’s attention turned to the television. “Are you watching sports? Father likes sports. He likes MMMA, but maman says I can’t watch MMMA because all they do is beat each other up and get blood everywhere.” He squinted at the TV. “Do you like to beat people up?”

Fumbling for the remote, Jason flipped from the hockey game to American Ninja Warrior. “Not even a little bit. Why are you taking your pants off? I don’t want to see your underwear anymore.”

“Because that’s what you do after a hard day’s work,” Damian explained matter-of-factly as he climbed up onto the couch next to the teen. “You relax with no pants and cuddle with your family and drink wine. It’s how you show you love each other. Do you have any wine?”

Jason snorted. “No.”

“Liar.” He blinked at the conviction in Damian’s voice. “Timmer-ty said you got in trouble for drinking growed-up drinks because you’re not a growed-up yet.”

“Oh yeah? If that’s the case, what makes you think I’d even give you any?” Jason asked, mentally seething at Tim. Why the hell was he sharing that kind of information with a toddler in the first place?

Sliding back off the couch, Damian retrieved his cup of juice from the coffee table. “Because sharing is caring,” he quoted Alfred before taking a long sip.

“It’s because someone shared that I got in trouble in the first place,” Jason admitted with a frown.

The cup was pulled free from Damian’s mouth with a ‘pop’. “Was it a bad man with candy?”

Jason’s mouth opened to deny it and paused. While he certainly trusted Roy as a friend, he wasn’t sure he wanted someone like Damian, or even Tim, to do the same.

“Yes,” he said gravely. “Yes it was.”

“Tt. Stupid,” Damian scolded as he climbed back onto the couch. “Even I know to stay away from bad guys with candy.”

“Good. That’ll save you from getting grounded in the future.”

“Or kidnapped.” Damian turned to look at Jason. “I’m glad you didn’t get kidnapped.”

Jason couldn’t stop himself from grinning. “Why? Would you miss me?”

“No,” Damian’s attention turned back to the TV. “But Maman might miss Father’s money when he has to buy your ram-som to get you back and then I won’t get new clothes or toys anymore.”

The smile dropped off Jason’s face.

Thirty dollars. He was getting thirty dollars for this.

Slouching down on the couch, Jason turned up the volume to ensure any conversation between them was done.

THE END.

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