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Gotham’s Twins Chapter 14
So I did fuck with everyone’s ages. Damian’s 12, Tim’s 15, Jason and Marinette are 17, and Dick’s 22. I wanted them all to be closer in age.
Also, major OCness. I can’t pin down Bruce.
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The car ride was brief. But while they drove, Marinette and Jason chatted about their lives apart. Jason told her about being Robin and then Red Hood, and then about the Waynes. Marinette talked about being Ladybug and her foster family, she told him about being the Guardian and her friends. She left out the part about Lila and her pathological lying.
Talking with Jason was amazing, Marinette missed talking with someone who was on the same wavelength, even Adrien, her partner, didn’t think quite the same way.
“Well,” Jason said, pulling into the driveway of a freakishly large mansion. “Here we are.”
Marinette hopped out of the car before Jason parked it, she was careful not to upset the sleeping cat on her lap. 
“Pix! The hell are you doing” You’re gonna get hurt!” Jason called from the car.
“I’ve fallen off buildings and seen my own death, I don’t think jumping out of a car is that much of a risk.” Marinette said, smiling and bounding up the stairs of Wayne Manor
“You’ve seen your what?” Jason chased after her.
Marinette giggled but froze as the door opened suddenly. She quickly placed the cat in her sweater and covered it with her arms; they didn’t need to know she practically kidnapped a stray kitten.
In front of her stood a clean-shaven man who was even more massive than Jason. Marinette’s eyes widened almost comically. It was Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne.
“I--uh, hi,” Marinette squeaked. She had faced supervillains and Akumas of massive power, but seeing her twin brother’s adoptive father was probably the scariest thing she’d ever faced.
“Hello there.” Bruce said, he seemed to be studying Marinette, probably taking note of the wiggling lump in Marinette’s sweater vest.
“Jesus, B, stop scaring her.” Jason said, coming up beside Marinette and throwing an arm over her shoulder.
Bruce smiled at his son and nodded at Marinette. He opened the door and gestured for the twins to enter the manor.
Marinette smiled brightly, she wasn’t going to let this man scare her, despite her shaky introduction. Bruce seemed a little taken aback by her smile, though she didn’t know why.
The entrance room was absolutely beautiful. Fancy bookshelves covered most of the gray walls, casting a dark aesthetic over the room when paired with the intricate--and probably expensive--carpets. It was an inspiration heaven.
“Marinette!” Dick, who was running towards the trio waiting in the hall, screamed before scooping up the girl in question in a hug.
Marinette giggled as Dick twirled her in circles. “Hey, Dick!”
“Aw, Mari, it’s so good to see you!” He said, squeezing her tightly.
“You two know each other?” Bruce asked.
Dick finally let go of Marinette, who had scratch marks covering her stomach from the cat attack (words of advice: cats don’t like being sandwiched between two people).
“Of course, B! I was the first one to see her in Gotham! I figured out the whole mystery connection!” Dick boasted, eyes closed and smiling proudly. “Which makes me Marinette’s favorite!”
Marinette rolled her eyes and smiled.
“Hey! I’m Marinette’s favorite!” Jason glared at his adoptive brother. 
While the two argued, Marinette leaned over to Bruce and whispered, “You wanna know a secret? Tim’s my favorite.”
The man stared down at her for a moment before chuckling deeply. The chuckle turned into full blown laughter, which made the previously arguing boys turn and stare open-mouthed.
“Marinette! You’re here! In our house! Oh my god I think I might pass out!” Tim gasped, suddenly appearing in the doorway. “Wait, is B laughing? What the hell?”
“Are you magic?” Dick gasped in awe.
Marinette giggled at the boys, turning to wave at Tim. “Hey, Tim! How’s it going?”
Tim mumbled something incoherent and turned bright red.
“Tt, Drake, you look like a tomato.” A new voice came from the shadows in the form of a small boy with bright blue eyes and ebony hair. He wore an annoyed expression and looked to be about 12 years old. Wait--was this Damian Wayne? The boy Lila claimed to be dating? He was a child!
Marinette smiled cheerfully at him and held out her hand for a handshake. “You must be Damian!”
The boy looked unimpressed. Marinette bit her lip and thought for a moment, what could she do to impress him?
Damian was dressed casually, a black turtleneck and black jeans. Nothing too flashy. But there it was: Marinette’s first impression saver, a tuft of dog hair on his shoulder.
Marinette’s smile widened. “Do you like pets?”
Marinette reached down her sweater vest and pulled out the little blue kitten, holding the cat out to the boy.
“Did she just pull a cat out of her shirt?”
“Shut up, Dick.”
Damian blinked a few times at her before narrowing his eyes. “Did you dye this cat?”
Marinette recoiled. “What! No! I found him in an alley by my hotel before Jay picked me up! I’m thinking he must’ve been part of a dog fighting ring, I was hoping to find him a nice home and you seem perfect!”
Damian seemed shocked by her words, did he not understand that dog fighting rings sometimes dyed cats for bets? Did she offend him?
Finally, after a way too long silence, Damian reached forward and took the kitten from her, who immediately curled up in his arms. “I--thank you.”
Marinette grinned and gave him a thumbs up. Everyone else in the room was quiet, Damian didn’t thank people often--or ever.
“No problem! I’m just glad there’s someone to take care of him! His name’s Bat Cat by the way.” Marinette said the last part with little smirk and a wink.
Marinette turned back to the others, who all stared at her in shock.
Did she do something wrong? Marinette’s smile dropped. “Sorry, is something wrong?”
“Holy shit, she is magic!” Dick screeched, darting forward to try and hug Marinette again before Jason smacked him upside the head.
“Oh shut up, dick head. Of course she’s magic, she’s related to me.”
“Very funny, Jay.” Marinette elbowed her brother in the ribs, grinning.
Before Jason could retort, another voice cut through their bickering. Seriously how many people were in this house?
“Master Bruce, dinner is ready.” The voice was British and...old. it resonated with something in Marinette’s chest.
She whirled to see an old, graying man standing in the doorway beside Tim. She blinked. Could he be...
“Bug.” The man said, nodding in respect.
“Peacock.” Marinette nodded back. She understood it now, this man was one of Duusu’s past holders.
“Uh...what just happened?” Dick asked.
“Did Alfred just call Marinette a bug?” Tim said, brows furrowing.
Marinette waved them off, “I’ll explain later.”
Alfred led them all to the dining room, a very shiny room Marinette was definitely going to draw later for inspiration.
Dinner went by smoothly, the dinner was delicious and the company was fantastic. It wasn't until dessert that everything went to shit.
"So Marinette," Bruce began, setting down his fork. "Where have you been all these years? I didn't see you at Jason's funeral."
Oh sweet Kwami, that was an awkward statement.
"B--" Jason started, but was cut off by a look from Bruce.
Marinette quickly swallowed her cheesecake and glanced at Bruce.
"Paris." She whispered. "I was in Paris."
Bruce folded his hands together and gave her a pointed stare. Marinette squirmed under his hard gaze. The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
"And why is that? I would have taken you in with Jason if you were together at the time."
Rage simmered under Marinette's skin. Exactly what was this man implying?
"For your information, Bruce, I was in Paris because I was adopted. Jason and I were separated months before you adopted him. And I looked for him everyday until the cops found me. So if you think you can try to scare me with your whole 'rich asshole looking for gold diggers' act then you've got another thing coming. Especially because that would imply I was trying to fuck my brother, which, gross."
Marinette's voice was cold and final. She would not let this man boss her around just because he was someone important to Jason.
The two were locked in a glaring contest, waiting to see who would break first.
But then they were interrupted by Jason. Specifically, his laughter.
"Pix-- you...oh my god." Jason was laughing so hard he could barely get the words out. He had his hand pressed against his eyes and his shoulders were shaking. Finally Jason looked up to grin at his sister before ruffling her hair.
"What exactly is happening right now?" Tim asked, staring at Marinette like she was the ninth wonder of the world.
"I think sweet little Marinette just roasted the hell out of B." Dick was gaping, his mouth open wide.
"Tt, Father deserved it." Damian said, continuing to pick at his dessert.
Bruce was ignoring his sons, once again studying Marinette the way one would study an impossible math problem.
He leaned forward, tilting his head to the side.
Marinette was freaking out internally. She loved Jason--he was her best friend--but standing up for herself to someone who was basically sort of her dad (he was Jason’s dad and they were twins so...) was making her freak out just a bit.
And then the weirdest thing happened.
Bruce Wayne...smiled.
What the god damn fuck is happening.
“Welcome to the family, Marinette.”
“What the fuck nuggets,” Tim whispered.
“Language, Drake.” Damian said.
“She really is magic!” Dick grinned.
Jason was completely silent beside her. He was studying Bruce with a masked expression. After a few moments of silence from him, Jason sighed and finally spoke up.
“You’re not putting a mask on her, B.” Jason grumbled, rubbing his face tiredly.
Before anyone could speak up about secret identities, Marinette interrupted. “I already have one anyway.” She took another bite of her cheesecake.
The clattering of silverware and chattering of voices screeched to a halt.
“What?” Dick choked out.
“Does no one understand the secret part of secret identities?” Jason groaned. Marinette shrugged and continued to eat her dessert.
“You’re Ladybug.” Bruce said, raising an eyebrow.
Marinette gave a hum of affirmation. She frowned at her plate, she had finished her cheesecake.
“You’re MTD and Ladybug!?” Tim jumped up from his seat. “Will you marry me?”
“I’m gay and I have a girlfriend so maybe another time.”
“How old are you Marinette?” Bruce asked.
Marinette blinked lazily at him, thinking about how she should’ve saved some of that cheesecake for Plagg. “Same age as Jay, 17.”
“So you must have been 12 when you became a hero?”
Marinette hummed her agreement. She wasn’t really paying attention to Bruce anymore, her and Jason were kicking each other under the table. Marinette was about to twist her leg up to kick Jason in the crotch when Alfred returned.
“Why don’t you guys ask Alfred more? He’ll probably know more than I do.” Marinette sent a sly smile to Alfred who returned it with a nod.
“Indeed, Guardian. I know much about the Miraculous. I was once a holder myself." Alfred said.
"What exactly is a ‘Miraculous’?” Tim asked, shoving the rest of his dessert in his mouth.
“And what did he mean by ‘Guardian’?” Dick cut in, pointing his fork at Alfred.
"And you were a holder? You were a hero?" Jason asked.
“Miss Marinette here is the Guardian of the Miraculous. She holds and protects all the Miraculous Jewels, giving them out or taking them away when needed.”
“I own the Miracle Box, which is the home of various Kwami’s and their respective Miraculous. Like Tikki. You can come out now.” Marinette said the last part to her Kwami, who flew out in a blur of red.
“Hello everybody! It’s so nice to meet you!” Tikki smiled brightly. Everyone stared at the red and black goddess.
“What the hell is that thing!?” Dick screeched, jumping up away from the table.
“Dick! Be nice!” Marinette chided.
“What are you?” Damian whispered to the Kwami that floated in front of him. Tikki smiled at the boy and sat down on the table.
“As Marinette said before, I am the Ladybug Kwami. Kwami of creation. I give Marinette her powers.”
“Hey, Tikki, how’s it going?” Jason asked, waving slightly.
“Hello Jason! Wonderful to see you again!”
“Wait,” Dick said, slowly sitting back down at the table. “You two know each other?”
“We met earlier.” Jason shrugged.
"What? How? When? Where?" Tim fired off questions like a revolver.
"After Scarecrow..." Jason trailed off, glancing at his sister.
"Speaking of Scarecrow, how are you feeling Marinette?" Bruce asked.
Marinette shrugged. She didn't feel awful, a slight headache was all that was left. It wasn't like she hadn't seen her dead family--she's had plenty of nightmares.
"I'm fine. The antidote worked and I had a while to rest so I'm all good."
Jason tensed for a moment, remembering the girl that tried to get an interview.
"Do you by chance know a bitchy reporter?" Jason asked, turning to frown at his twin.
Marinette's sweet smile turned sour. "So you met Alya."
"Oh yeah, great first impression."
"Was she the one that called you a dramatic attention seeker as you were literally dying?" Dick asked.
Marinette couldn't help the flinch that came with the words. Even after months of name calling and bullying, her best friend's betrayal always hurt.
"She did what?" Bruce growled. Marinette shrunk back in her seat.
"Doesn't matter. She's been like that since Lila showed up." Marinette murmured. Tikki flew over to sit on her shoulder and nuzzle against her neck. 
"Would you like me to kill her for you?" Damian asked, looking far too serious for Marinette's liking.
"Normally murder's pretty bad but I think this Lila deserves it if she hurt you." Dick said, making Marinette flush a bright red.
"No one's murdering anyone. Marinette, please explain who she is."
Marinette sighed, staring down at her plate.
"Lila came to school two years ago. She lied about everything--knowing celebrities, heroes, she faked injuries and got out of assignments. She even pretended that she and Ladybug were best friends, which was how I knew she was lying in the first place. When I tried to call her out, she threatened me by saying she would ruin my life and I would lose all my friends."
A sharp intake of breath from Dick had Marinette pausing to breathe.
Marinette took a deep breath. "I didn't think it would work, I'd known all my classmates for years, I didn't think--" Marinette cut herself off with a choked sob. Tears brimmed her eyes.
Under the table, Jason grabbed her hand and squeezed tightly, grounding her. "I didn't think they'd believe someone they'd just met over me. Over the years I've helped them with so much, I got couples together and I made clothes and food for them all for free. I even introduced Alya to Ladybug for her blog."
She took a shaky breath. "But then Lila’s lies starting to take root. She told everyone I was bullying her and that I stole her designs. She got everyone but my friends to trip and push me when I walked by or to throw things at me. Eventually it got so bad that I had to retire a few heroes because they were no longer trustworthy."
"Lila even tried to kick me off the trip by stealing my plane ticket. And then she made everyone leave me at the hotel, that's where I met Dick." Marinette sniffed and wiped away a tear. She gave a watery smile to the oldest Wayne boy.
"But my friends helped, Chloé got me a backup ticket just in case, and then Dick gave me a ride to Wayne Enterprises."
Dick flashed her a grin and a thumbs up.
After a long silence, Marinette grew more and more uncomfortable. What if they didn't believe her?
"Today is the day I'm going to kill a child." Jason growled, Marinette tightened her grip on his hand.
"Technically, Todd, you are still a child." Damian cut it.
"Well I'm not!" Dick snarled. "I'll kill her!"
Marinette was growing more and more worried by the second.
"You guys aren't killing anyone." Bruce said, though he looked absolutely murderous.
"What? B, she hurt Mari!" Tim said, shocked and angry.
"I'm aware. Which is why we are going to deal with her civilly and legally."
There were grumbles all around the table. 
Before anyone could protest even more, Alfred cut in. "As much as your murder plots help us all, it is rather late and Miss Marinette needs to return to her hotel soon."
Marinette checked her phone, eyes widening at the time. It was far too late and she needed to wake up early tomorrow!
"Oh! Thank you Alfred! And thank you guys for the dinner and company! I really need to get going!"
As she spoke, Marinette hastily stood up, opening her bag for Tikki to fly in after saying her goodbyes.
Marinette went around the room to kiss all the Wayne’s and Alfred on the cheek (Tim turned bright red) before waving goodbye and leaving with Jason.
The Wayne’s followed the twins out the door and stood on the porch waving their goodbyes.
After the twins left, Bruce stood on the steps in silence for a moment before speaking. "We're going to have to do something about this Lila Rossi."
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Heat Waves (TimKon)
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Hi! I’m so glad you’re here! I’ve been working on this for way too long and definitely have a pt2 planned out if you guys like part one! I hope you’ll take the time to read this because I spent way too long on it and I’m pretty happy with how it turned out!
for the like 0.1% of my audience that this overlaps with, yes, i too am utterly obsessed with Heat Waves for DNF and have been listening to this song on repeat for three days straight waiting for chapter 8. But, i figured why not let that amazing piece of absolute art inspire a Timkon fic cuz they have the same dynamic as DNF in my eyes! All credits go to tbhyourelame on ao3!
if you don’t know what heat waves is that’s fine this is just a regular fic but I highly recommend you checkout the amazing song here 
It was as hot as death itself in Kansas. Not to mention a farm with no AC was just about the worst place Conner could be forced to “vacation” at. But Ma and Pa had been begging to have him over and the month of June just seemed to overlap, so there Kon was, sweating buckets in the middle of nowhere. 
It felt so cold in Gotham. Though, the temperature was comfortable- the most comfortable it had been all year- but Tim always felt colder, lonelier, when Conner wasn’t by his side. The two of them were a duo, fitting together like a puzzle piece, the absolute best of friends and best of heroes. But now, he was using his mandatory away-from-the-tower weeks up while Conner was in Kansas, it was some sort of mandate that Bruce’s kids come home occasionally and instead of suffering weekends in Gotham Tim opted to just grind out a few weeks at the manor, even if it meant dealing with Damian’s unrelenting murder attempts. But it wasn’t all bad, Tim got to patrol with Bruce again, hang out with Jason occasionally, and even see Dick from time to time. “Family” bonding at it’s finest. 
“Hello?” Tim’s voice was quiet, Kon constantly felt himself turning the volume button up on his phone just to hear a decibel more of his best friend’s comforting tone. 
“Hey Timbers how was your day?” Conner felt himself relaxing to the light sound of Tim breathing, he was laying on the floor, spread like a starfish so that no sticky part of his body could touch and create more sweat. 
“Nothing much, no patrol tonight- I guess you remembered,” Tim’s voice was filling his ears. I remember everything you tell me. “Yeah, yeah I did,” Conner quickly replied. “Any boring farm chores today?” Conner heard the familiar rustling, he could hear Tim stand up, he’d memorized the sound of Tim taking him off speaker and resting the phone in between his shoulder and ear. He could hear Tim’s hair, that he knew he was probably growing out, brush the mic. I always liked his hair longer. 
“Kon?” Tim snapped him back into the stiflingly hot room. “Oh sorry, it’s really hot here, kinda makes me zone out. Um, I’m alright I got to hangout with the cows today which was cool- they don’t like the heat either but Ma says it’ll be over soon,” Conner rambled, all too focused on Tim’s breath in his ear. 
“Sorry for making you zone out, I guess nothing interesting is happening here,” Tim sighed, Conner shook his head, rolling over on the floor, leaning down into the mic of his phone. 
“Nothing about you bores me Tim,” 
Tim didn’t reply. Conner mentally cursed himself, he was really too tired, too hot and bothered to be this flirtatious with Tim, who was a complete wild card when it came to Conner. 
And then he answered, Tim’s voice was higher pitched, the way it ascended when he was blushing- he was blushing. “Well that’s not true, I’m very boring. When I’m doing cases or training or-” Conner couldn’t take it. 
“Nothing about you could bore me Tim. I’m down to be with you whenever, doing whatever, you know that,” he felt his tone soften, loving the way Tim’s breath hitched with every compliment.
“Be with me?” Tim shot back playfully, Conner could practically hear the smirk toying on the smaller boy’s lips. 
“Did I stutter?” Conner heard a loud noise, a thump. Tim’s voice was high pitched again, “Sorry- uh I dropped my phone,” Conner felt himself growing warmer, if at all physically possible. “No problem. So, what are you doing tomorrow with Bruce?” Conner didn’t like pushing Tim too far, hell, he barely knew how he felt half the time. Tim’s voice brightened, “Oh! We’re gonna go to this old ice cream shop I adored as a kid! It’s been too long since I’ve been there, you remember me talking about it?” 
Conner didn’t need a second to answer, “Sub 30, you always get the one with the espresso poured over it,” he couldn’t lie, ice cream sounded absolutely heavenly at the moment. Tim’s voice flooded through the heat, “Right as always- I swear they programmed some sort of photographic memory inside of you,” Tim teased, Conner answered honestly, “I just listen when you tell me things”. The night went on, Tim quickly had to go, believe it or not he did sleep when given the opportunity. “Try not to die of heat exhaustion, drink lots of water throughout the day, not all at once,” Conner smiled, “will do, goodnight Timmy,” Tim answered mid yawn, “night Kon”.
And then he was alone. Alone with the heat, with his thoughts, the latter far more dangerous. He’s my best friend, of course I remember everything. Conner found himself staring at the ceiling, Ma had painted constellations on the walls and ceilings of the room, something funny about alien genes liking the stars. Conner used to be able to find every pattern, name every star, but the only shape he could trace was Tim. There were his eyes, they were pools of deep blue, they sparkled when he laughed but could glare bullets when he tried. If he stared hard enough Kon could find his hair, it’s always soft and smells delicious, layers falling effortlessly- cascading to frame his face. Then there were his lips, Conner found himself constantly mesmerized with the way Tim bit his bottom lip when thinking, the way they scrunched together when he said something funny, how they constricted when he bit the inside of his cheek just enough to hide the emotion he was so scared of portraying. They were perfect. 
He let the heat take his mind, flowing with the stars as he thought dangerous thoughts about his best friend. His thoughts danced around Tim’s waist, flowing carefully around his chest, wrapping Kon in every layer of Tim’s personality, every smile, laugh, tear, scowl, it was Tim. Kon’s Tim. 
And there, on the floor, he drifted to an uncomfortable, sweaty sleep.
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Tim was scrolling aimlessly through his phone, Gotham was surprisingly boring. He once found the city bustling and distinctly alive but now it only left him cold, cold and bored. 
“Ice cream as good as you remember?” Bruce’s voice lifted him from his device. “Yup! Can’t believe you let me have espresso at like 10, you basically started my addiction.” Tim threw on a smile, glancing down at the half eaten dessert. “Yeah, can’t say I was the best father but, I tried,” Bruce’s shoulders shook lightly, but the laughter didn’t make it to his eyes. Did you really try? Truly? Tim dove back into the creamy sweet, admiring the bitterness the espresso brought the flavor. His phone buzzed.
K: Did you get the ice cream?
T: yeah, you remembered?
K: You literally told me last night
T: have i been off your mind since? 
K: No.
Conner always did this, every time Tim thought he’d throw him off guard with something funny or flirtatious just to have a little fun Kon took it and ran with it. And I’m always the one who ends up blushing. Tim thought, shaking his head. It was really his fault he let Conner get him riled up. They were best friends, flirting or dealing out little sexual quips were natural, and often pretty funny. 
“Earth to Tim? I’ve got a meeting you wanna head back while I head to the office?” Tim glanced over at Bruce who was now standing up in front of him. “Yeah, I can work on cases back at the manor, you gonna head to the office?” stretching his arms he stood up, noticing Bruce had put on his business face- the one stone cold and dry that only brought back the worst memories. “Yes.” His response was gruff, Tim suppressed the shudder that tried to dance down his spine. “Uh yeah, I’ll head back, have a nice day B,” he smiled, hoping it made it to his eyes. 
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“You can’t keep calling me while I’m on patrol, it’s not safe,” Tim chastised Conner loosely, appreciating the company as his patrol with Damian was always deathly silent. “C’mon, you’re used to having me in your ear,” Tim gulped, glancing around for Damian who was three buildings over, deeply uninterested. “Kon, oh my god, I’m gonna mute you,” Tim whispered, revelling in the chuckle that stirred in Conner’s chest. It was deep, and warm, so distinctly warm Tim felt the heat budding in his chest. 
“So, patrol with the demon? He hasn’t cut your grapple line yet?” Conner’s tone was low and silky smooth. Coughing to clear his throat Tim replied, “nope, he’s most horrific when Bruce is here, when he’s not the punk couldn’t care less whether I live or die,” 
“I care,”
“I know Kon,” If only you knew how much I appreciated it. 
“Asshole, can you hear me? I said we’ve got a gang robbery on second? You coming genius?” Damian’s disgusted tone flooded over his comm, and Tim quickly turned his attention to the bat-brat who was already grappling towards the alarms and shouts. Conner’s whisper asked, “can he hear me?” and Tim replied, “no, you’re on a separate channel, Dami can only hear me when I unmute. Just be quiet while I take out these thugs,”
“Why? Because my voice distracts you?” Conner’s tone shifted into dangerously flirtatious. 
“No, cuz you’re annoying as shit,” Tim smirked, running across the top of a building, letting Damian call the signals so he didn’t get all upset. 
“Do I make you uncomfortable Tim? Do I make you forget just exactly what you’re doing, whether you want to use your batarang or bo staff? Do I make you, warm? Because it’s so warm here, so hot, god I’m just so hot I-”
“Shut. Up.” Tim struck the gun out of a scared looking man. Rolling his eyes at the man in his ear.
“Why? Are you too focused? We’ve taken out much harder criminals all while talking. Aren’t we just talking right now?” Kon’s voice was ringing in his head like never before. 
“I’m trying to focus but it’s no good when you’re in my ear.”
“And what if I wasn’t in your ear? You remember? When we work side by side, so close- are you an affectionate person Tim?” Tim could feel the heat dripping off of Conner’s voice, but he was taken aback by Conner’s new line of thought.
“Wha- what? Am I affectionate? I don’t know. Sometimes?” Tim almost missed a hit, huffing as Damian blocked what would’ve been a hard blow on him. “Start paying attention Drake,” Damian’s tone was acidic. But he was drawn back into his com as Conner’s voice flooded his ears again.
“Would you be affectionate with me?”
“Yes” Tim’s breathless reply was instant, his brain not giving him a chance to think.
“Good, I like that. You know I’m very affectionate too? I like getting to hold the people I care about close, feeling their warmth. You know I’m very warm right now?”
“I- I know Kon, I bet, are you doing alright? Drinking water?” Tim shook out the thought of Conner lazing out in his room, sweaty, lips parted as he pushed out warm breath- Stop. Focus. Your job is to defend these people. Damian’s doing a good job, You just have to round up the civilians. Tim forced himself back into the real world, taking on one of the gang members with ease, tying him up swiftly before moving on to the next.
“I heard that, I can hear it every time you take out one of those men. This is easy isn’t it? I can’t be that distracting to you. You’re too good.”
“You always do this,” Tim felt his cheeks heating up, his steps felt forced, like he had to remind himself to breathe. Tim carefully rounded up civilians, escorting them to safety as Conner started again in his ear. 
“Always do what Tim? Tell you how much I appreciate you? How much I miss you? Do you not think you deserve to be missed? To be loved?”
“Conner” Tim’s tone was harsher than he wanted it to be. But nonetheless Conner continued. 
“Why not? Why the hell not? You’re amazing Tim.”
Tim scoffed, playing it off as a cough to the people in front of him.
“What do you need to hear Tim? That you’re amazing? Brilliant?-”
“Oh my god Kon-” Tim interrupted, but Conner wasn’t done.
“Talented? Impressive? [his tone deepended] - Attractive?” 
“I’m gonna hang up,” Tim was breathing so hard he was practically hyperventilating. The compliments were all that consumed his thoughts, swirling around his brain, packing it full of deep, dangerously flammable thoughts. 
And Conner was ready to let it burn.
“You need to be kissed Tim,” Conner murmurs, throat raw, “so hard that you can’t remember your name- maybe then you’ll understand what I mean.”
The batarang in Tim’s hand clattered to the floor. Damian’s head whipped to him as Tim struggled to regain function. 
“I’m muting you, see you in a bit,” was all Tim could choke out before he ripped the earpiece out, unable to let it sit, burning into his skull. You’re almost done here, cool down, finish up. Tim told himself as he manually reminded himself to breathe. You’ve got this. 
~
Conner knew Tim ended the call. But he didn’t have the energy to stop the endless beeping from the disconnected phone. 
He was laying on the floor of his room, limbs spread out as he clawed for anything that could cool him down, but all he could feel was heat as he stared up at the stars.
He had to admit, he’d pushed Tim further than ever before. But it felt too right to stop, too good. He couldn’t stop replaying the way Tim’s breath hitched after every word, desperately grasping for the feeling budding up in his chest. It was too addictive to not let the words he’d spent too long crafting pour from his lips into Tim’s heart. 
Kon didn’t know how long he laid there, dazed in the heat, just trying to relive word after perfect word. 
Until his phone rang.
“Tim?” his voice was ragged and raw.
Tim’s was high pitched and tight. “Conner what the hell was that? Was that funny to you? Saying all those things- flirting with me while I’m trying to do my job?” 
“Flirting?” Conner mused, staring at the stars with a tattered smirk on his face.
“Don’t act dumb, I don’t know what kind of sick joke it was saying all that while I’m on patrol but I’m glad you think you’re funny,” Tim’s voice was cold. But not the cooling tone, it was sharp, like the way the freeze of ice can feel so painfully hot when applied too harshly. 
“I would’ve said it to you no matter what you were doing,” Conner whispered, resting his phone on his chest, wincing at the sticky noise it made as he tried to adjust it’s positioning. 
“So that was just all for you? To let you listen as you screwed with my brain?” Tim retorted. 
Conner was done dancing around the truth, all forms of control eluding his mind. “Yes,”
“That’s cruel Kon, can you imagine if I did that with you? Told you how you needed to be kissed while you’re out with Jon or something?” Tim sounded exasperated, but at the end of each quip Kon could hear the deep breaths he was taking. Does- Does he like this?
Tim continued. “Don’t answer that. Shut up, I know what you’re gonna say. ‘Oh Tim it’s not the same,’ just- just get out of my head!”
Conner sat up. He was floating. Floating in the middle of his room, the phone on his chest tumbling to the floor as he scrambled to grab it again, feeling his feet touch the ground as he held the phone as close to his lips as he could.
“What do you mean Tim? How am I in your head?” Do you feel the same way I do right now?
“You- you just know me. So well, and when you say stuff like that- when you’re in my ear saying those things your voice, it’s like fire, it burns.” Tim sounded desperate, his voice painfully strained. 
Conner’s head was spinning, “I burn you?” he matched Tim’s desperate tone.
“You melt me.” 
Conner’s head slammed against the roof of his room, as he tried to regain control of his senses he heard Tim murmur, “does that make sense?”
“More than you know Timbers, more than you know,” Conner could hear Tim let out a sigh, the kind that told him all would be okay. 
As Conner took a deep breath, steadying himself for what was to come Tim spoke first. “It’s so late Kon, I’ve been up to long, I think I need to go to bed,” Tim’s tone was soft again, the cooling, comforting tone that Kon was scared he’d never hear again. 
"Yeah, I- uh, have chores in the morning anyways.” Conner answered, hoping to give Tim some peace of mind.
“Okay, sounds good. Goodnight Conner,” Tim said quietly, his tone thoughtful and slow, finally letting the sleep crowd his mind. 
“Goodnight Tim, talk to you tomorrow?” Conner let too much hope sink into those last few words. 
“Yes, night now,” Tim answered easily, quickly hanging up the call, letting Conner sink down back into the carpet of his floor. 
“Tomorrow,” Conner whispered to himself, feeling the intense heat start to creep back in as he drifted into a sweaty sleep.
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“Tomorrow,” Tim whispered to himself, trying to swallow the nerves he didn’t know Conner could draw out of him. 
“I’ll figure it out tomorrow.” 
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not my usual fic but I really hope you enjoyed! 
taglist: @vintageroses10 @idkmanicantenglish @kishony-the-geek @foenixphire @how--are--you @psych0crybaby @romance-is-tragic @birdy-bat-writes @subtleappreciation @officiallydarkgeek also kita cuz i love u and wanted to try writing timkon more in your style hehehe @river-bottom-nightmare 
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miss-choco-chips · 4 years
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Put a ring on it 2
Gonna drop this here super quick and then go back to cram for my finals. Who allowed me to schedule six finals in one week? I’m gonna die. Pray for me.
Tagging @jedissica ‘cause they asked me to, and @animemangasoul who I think will like this.
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-Batman, here we are. It’s been a while since you last called an emergency meeting. Is everything okay?
-Were you aware that our children eloped together?
-...what.
-As in, my third kid, your first one, Diana’s second, and Barry’s… grandchild. I’m not exactly sure about who married who, but there was more than one wedding and they have a group chat called ‘hubbies and waifu’. Whatever that means.
-...
-...
-That’s my girl. I always told her, go big or go home.
-Diana, no.
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Cassie’s phone went off again with her specific Diana ringtone, and she gave up, turning it off and throwing it on the pile with Kon’s, Bart’s and Tim’s (the last one had four all by himself, so it was quite a big ‘phone tower’; Hah, pun intended).
-You’re gonna freak out so badly over this when you actually wake up -she informed Tim’s fluffy hair. 
Said vigilante only released a cute little snore, face buried on her lap, legs thrown over Kon’s, one hand that had fallen from the couch resting on Bart’s head where he sat on the floor in front of them.
-Well, they were going to find out one way or another. And this was probably among the best scenarios.
-How? I’m sure this one was top five on Tim’s ‘worst case’ nightmare list.
-I was there and saw their faces. I didn’t even know Batman could express any emotion other than ‘cold’ and ‘overflowing with rage’. That image will bring me joy in future distressing times, I’m sure. My patronus memory, if you will.
-I’m soooooooo jealous, dude.
Cassie snorted, carefully not moving an inch, fingers cradling through Tim’s hair. Over her dead body would he ever cut it, now that it was finally long enough to make itty tiny braids all over it, her favorite therapeutic iddle work.
-We’ll make Tim give us footage when he wakes up. He has to provide for us, after all.
Kon let his arm, resting on the backrest of the couch, fall over Cassie’s shoulders- Be sure to include footage from after we left, too. Nightwing’s  ‘As in more than one?!’ part was solid gold.
-No kidding, I want that as my ringtone for you and Tim -chimed in Bart, carefully moving Tim’s hand back to the couch and then running to the kitchen- Ice cream?
-Do you even need to ask?
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By the time Tim woke up, the hero gossip network had done it’s thing, and almost everyone with a costume was aware of the news. Even Cissie, who was officially retired, and Zachary Zatara, away on his shows and usually out of reach, had called, the first one to offer congratulations and ask if the thing was real emotionally-wise, the second to just laugh at them for full six minutes before hanging up. 
He did text them later, asking when the celebration ceremony would be.
-It’s not a bad idea -mused Cassie, showing them her phone screen with the magician’s text- a party, I mean.
Tim, from his place working a case on the Titan’s main computer, tuted- Batman might actually kill me for that. I think we’ve survived this far only because there are no written records making this official, and a part of him must think it’s all some elaborate prank.
-It’s not -insisted Bart, head poking out of the kitchen- we are family now, officially. No take backs.
Their Robin shifted in place just enough for them to see his smile, a gift on itself- I know, guys, and the sentiment is much appreciated. But from a legal standpoint, it’s not that different from what a few kids on a playground could do while playing family. Only place this could stand against judgement would be the future, some ancient Amazonian tribe, or Krypton.
-Doesn’t matter, as long as it’s true for us. And, I mean, we didn’t want to cut your options if you ever wanted to actually get married the classic way.
This time, their bird actually turned around, a warmth on his expression that he usually reserved for his team. It made them feel special like nothing else.
-Yeah, I know. Thank you for that. It was really considerated.
As if they would drag Tim into something like legal marriage without previous consent. The fact that he even felt the need to thank them for showing him basic human decency was making their blood boil with the need to punch a bat on the face.
Kon flew over, the high chair preventing him from draping himself on his best friend’s back, but not from hugging his neck and messing his hair.
-Back at my point -cleared her throat the amazonian-, your former mentor can suck my metaphorical Freudian dick. We could throw a party, and it would only be different from a normal one because marriage celebrations include gifts, which I’m totally for. I haven’t seen Zatara, Cissie, Greta and Anita in a while, and Miguel, Raven and Gar might murder us for not telling them about our plans and not making it up to them with a party. No ‘adults’ out of the ones on team, or mentors, invited, enough alcohol to re-drown Atlantis, fancy food bought with Bat’s credit card…
-You are right, it does sound kinda nice -hummed Kon, floating just out of Tim’s range when former Wonder Boy tried to slap his hands away. Silly bat, always denying affection.
-All in favor?
-I don’t know -giving up, Tim went back to his case files- I have a lot to do this days, and there’s a lead that might take me to Asia…
-Isn’t Cass there? Ask her to take over it for you, as a marriage present or something. C’mon Tim, do it for the gifts. Imagine what Zatara might get for us. So crash.
-If  it’s a magical object, I won't want it anywhere near me. We bats don’t have the best track record with that stuff, and I swear to god if I get deaged I would use my non-prosecutable age to murder someone. Probably Zatara himself.
-Adorable as that might be, it totally won’t happen.
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-....can you repeat it one more time? Slower, though. I think I’m getting hearing problems.
Raven, through the video call connecting the Cave with the Tower, didn’t seem fazed by Nightwing’s slightly threatening tone.
-I said, the team had a party, everyone got drunk, and it was fine for a while. I was watching over them, but then I needed to use the restroom. When I got back, someone had gotten ahold of Zachary’s gift for Tim, Cassie, Kon and Bart, and…
-Why for those four? -asked Hood, standing right by N’s side. He had came in during Raven’s first explanation, and felt like there was something he was missing.
-It was a marriage gift. Moving on…
-A what?! Since when is Lil Red married? The fuck happened while I was in Russia?!
-...someone had gotten ahold of the gift -Raven kept going, cool as a cucumber. On the background behind her, teen heroes were running back and forth, people were screaming and something was smoking-, which happened to be some sort of magical artifact. Zachary wasn’t really aware of what it did, he just randomly choose it from among his collection of magical tools when he remembered at the last possible time a gift was mandatory for a wedding party. I returned from the bathroom and everything was a mess, the couch was turned upside down, a pipe had burst, the tv was on fire and Tim had been de aged.
There was a battle scream, in a distinctly childish voice, somewhere on the room out of view of the camera, and Raven’s eyes left the screen for a second as if looking at it.
-Was that Red Robin? -Batman, because of course he was listening in, started typing at the console, frantically trying to get a new angle to see what was going on on the Tower.
-He’s unharmed, and everything is under control.
Another scream, this time louder.
-...that didn’t sound under control -mused Dick, apparently still processing the information. Bruce typed faster. Robin gripped his sword tighter, as if readying himself for a war.
Jason still looked utterly lost.
-Marriage? She said marriage? AND YOU ASSHOLES KNEW ‘BOUT THIS?!
-He’s… throwing a tantrum -the woman ignored him, still looking only at her former leader-. Something about using his age to kill Zatara without being convicted. I’ll need to leave now, I only called to ask you to take over Tim’s cases while we solve this issue.
-Wait! Rae, if Timmy’s a kid, he needs to be with us. We are his family, it’s our jurisdiction.
A green bird suddenly landed on her shoulder, halthing whatever response she might give. Gar pecked her on the cheek lightly before turning his beak their direction.
-Husbands and Wives get priority, N, you know that. Cassie, Kon and Bart are looking after him, and keeping him from killing Zachary, while the rest of us research how to turn him back. Zach is actually trying to contact his cousin, maybe the great Zatanna will quicken this process. So, yeah, no Bats allowed on the Tower until then!
-But/!
A loud crash, followed by a wail, made Gar wince and Raven’s head to snap to the side and growl.
-Whelp, gotta go, Tower out! -a ‘Tim!’ could be heard in the background just before the screen went dark.
-...
-...
-...
-...Anyone gonna fill me in?
-Drake eloped thrice over without informing us and has been living in sinful unworthiness with his three partners since last month or so, that we know about. Probably more.
-...Partners?
-You heard her. The speedster, clone and amazonian.
-...
-...
-Dickie, how t’fuck did ya allow’is to happen?!
-IT’S NOT LIKE I WAS ASKED FOR MY BLESSING, JASON!
-B, what the utter hell, ain’t ya supposed to keep track of this kinda shit?!?
-...
-Don’t bother, Father has been broken since learning of Drake’s mistake, and will go unresponsive at the most inconvenient times.
-...
-Fuck, I need a drink. Also, ’m going there.
-You heard Gar, Jay -pointed out Dick- we can’t just walk in there, and the Tower is legally his. We have to be smart about this, plan this through, and/
-Yeah, no, he said ‘no bats’-gesturing at his gun holsters, he started to walk to where his bike was parked-. RIP ya’ll, but I’m different. See ya.
-...
-...
-Tt. Useless. I’ll go back to training. Father, Grayson, should you two, as the plebeians say, ‘snap out of it’ and come with a good plan to get Drake back under our tutelage, I’ll be by the mats waiting.
-...
-...Don’t look at me like that. I raised him for a few months tops, but he’s your kid, not mine. Same with Tim, and Jason’s entirely your fault.
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Meanwhile, back at the Tower, Kon let out a screeching ‘Tim!’ before diving out and catching the baby bird in his arms, halting his fall from the ceiling rafters where he had been climbing. Behind him, Cassie let out a relieved breath.
-God’s above, you almost gave me a heart attack. Okay, new ground rules, this two little feet stay on the ground.
Tim, as proudly as a three year old toddler could, frowned at him.
-Don’t patwonize me, Kon. And lemme go, I havta cacth Zac/ Zat/… Magic-boy.
Bart materialized by their side, arms looping below Tim’s armpints to carry him to the recently put back to its correct place couch. He dropped there, tiny bird in his lap, cooing all the while.
-Aww, you’re precious.
-I could still huwt you -pointed out the toddler, resigning himself at being manhandled.
-I know -replied Bart lovingly, softly stroking his turf of hair.
Somewhere on the side, Cissie clapped her hands, as if getting rid of the dust there.
-Okay, I putted out the fire, so now I’ll be heading home. This magical bullshit is way out of my ‘retired’ comfort zone.
Cassie landed by her side and gave her a quick hug, while Greta walked up to them- I understand, thanks for coming.
-Give us a call when this is solved, we can have a coffee while you complain about your husbands. And… child, now, I guess. God, it was already weird calling Tim your husband, but now he’s a baby and it's doubly weird. Figure this out quickly.
-Will do. See you guys later.
One by one, they all left, some offering their support (appreciated, but not needed, thank you, we’ll manage), some still laughing. In the end, only the Core Four, Gar, Raven and Miguel remained. Zachary probably was there somewhere (if he dared leave without helping them fix this, he was dead meat), but out of the enraged toddler’s sight, which. Wise.
Even if said little human being was pint sized and cow eyed, he was probably still the most dangerous person in the room, unarmed or not (you know what, scratch that; if time with Tim taught them anything, was that no bat was ever unarmed. Even bare handed, their own bodies were weapons).
-...So... What should we do while we wait for Zatara’s solution?
-I vote movie night. It’s not like we can keep on drinking, with a kid in the room/ Auch! Pointy elbows, Tim!
Kon swooped in, picking Tim from Bart’s not invulnerable lap and cuddling to him on the couch by the speedster’s side. Tim knew better than to hit the Boy of Steel without proper equipment, so he let himself fall back against the broad chest. Cassie, talking to the older members of the team on the side, smiled softly at them before returning to her conversation.
As mad as his current situation made him, Tim couldn’t bring himself to pout too much. It had been a fun night, all things considered.
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valiantvigilant · 7 years
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Compromised [Part 2] (Dick Grayson x Reader)
hello everyone! This is Compromised Part 2! If you haven’t read Part 1, you can read it here (Hopefully this link works, if not please let me know!!) Well, I hope you enjoy! I apologize for this taking so long to be posted. I had a lot of shit going on in my life that wasn’t very good, but things are better now! I went on vacation and it really helped me relax and unwind so I could heal! Now that I’m back, I decided it was time to finish and finally post Compromised Part 2 haha! _____
Dick Grayson didn’t like waking up to an empty bed. Normally, you would be there, warming up the other half of the bed with your body heat. But, today when he rolled over and woke up, the right side of the bed was cold. He frowned and got up, his joints popping as he stretched. He looked down at his phone on the nightstand and picked it up. Unlocking it, his thumb instantly went to your contact and hovered over the call button. - You were packing your bags, Jason accompanying you. The two of you sat in the living room as you picked out what you wanted/ needed to bring. Simultaneously, you had the file on Danilo Carrera pulled up on your hologlove. “What’s this Danny guy like anyway?” Jason asked as he folded his clothes. “He is a total creep. He kept touching me and flirting with me,” you reply in disgust. “I don’t regret punching him in the face one bit. I’m pretty sure I broke his nose.” “I’m proud of you (N/N),” Jason said with a grin. You roll your eyes and smile back. You were about to say something back when Dick’s contact came up on your screen, indicating that he was calling you. You pursed your lips and decided to answer the call. “Hello?” “(Y/N)! I, uh…hi.” He began awkwardly. “I woke up and you weren’t next to me…” “Yeah, I stayed at the Manor last night,” you reply. “I figured…” There was an uncomfortable silence before he broke it again. “I h-heard that you and Jason have a flight to an island near Santa Prisca.” You raised your eyebrow at the fact that he stuttered. Dick hadn’t sounded this nervous since he first asked you out back when you were teenagers. “Yes, we do.“ “If it’s okay with you, I was wondering if I could…come say goodbye before you go.” You chewed the inside of your cheek as you took in that sentence. “Sure.” “R-Really?! I’ll be over soon!” He said hurriedly and hung up. You sighed and ran your fingers through your (h/l) (h/c) locks. “Even with the way he acted yesterday, you still give him your entire heart. Just as you do every day.” Jason comments with a side smile. You turn and look at him, giving a soft one in return. “He’s the love of my life, even if he did act like a complete asshole.“ - Dick Grayson drove anxiously to the Manor, clutching the ring tightly in his right hand. He felt so nauseous right now, his palms were sweaty and the stress was building again. He wasn’t used to this feeling, not at all. Dick was accustomed to stress, but nothing like this. He took a deep breath once he pulled up and exhaled, slipping the ring in his pocket. Alfred opened the front door, greeted him, and then told him that you were upstairs in your room. Dick thanked the kind butler and headed directly to your said location. He took another shaky breath and knocked on your door. You had just finished double checking your room to make sure you hadn’t forgotten anything when there was a knock at the door. You opened it to see your boyfriend, a weak smile on his usual cheery face. You figured it was all the stress he was under. You know from personal experience that stress can throw patience, empathy, logic, and control right out the window to be forgotten. You allowed him in and shut the door with your foot, giving you two some privacy. As soon as the door shut, he instantly began spewing apologies from his mouth. ”I’m sorry,“ he croaked out pathetically. “I’m so so sorry. I ruined everything last night. The mission ended up in shambles because of me and now you and Jason have to risk your lives to go to Santa Prisca because of my mistake. I’m so sorry, please forgi-” You cut him off by wrapping your arms around his neck in a warm hug. Stunned by the sudden embrace, Dick wasn’t quite sure what to do at first. However, he quickly snapped out of his little trance and hugged you back, almost immediately sinking into your figure. Pulling away from him for a minute you look at his face and see the dark circles and pale features. You put a hand to his cheek and rub your thumb under his eye. “What’s up with you? You haven’t been yourself lately,“ you ask gently. All your annoyance and disappointment because of his actions, vanished as you saw his stressed state. “I’m just so…overwhelmed,” he mumbled. “Bludhaven is becoming more and more of a mess, that case is tied into that, I messed everything up, and…” his voice trails as he thinks of the circular object in his pocket. “And?” You question. He shakes his head. “It’s nothing. But, I’m just so…done (Y/N). So stressed out. It’s making me feel sick.” You ran your fingers through his hair and he closed his eyes in relief. He loved it when you did that. “You do look quite pale. Maybe you should take a little break, love.” “I can’t. I need to protect people, and be there.” “My dear, you already do so much.” You replied. “Bruce is right. You need to get yourself in check before going out into the field again. You’re emotions are all churned up. It isn’t healthy to keep going like this.” He pulled away from you, his eyebrows knitting together. “I knew you would side with him. I know, I compromised the mission. I fucked up. It won’t happen again.” You frowned and crossed your arms over your chest. “We can’t take the risk of that happening again. Not when Black Mask and now Bane are involved. It’s too unpredictable.“ “Whatever (Y/N)! It’s always been about the mission with you anyway,” he snapped. Your eyes widened and you gave him a look of hurt. “That’s a bit hypocritical, don’t you think?” You say, becoming somewhat agitated. “You are working yourself to the bone Dick, you are loosing control of your emotions left and right. This is not normal.” “Don’t tell me what I need to do and not do (Y/N)! It’s my body and my life! I’m an adult and can make my own decisions!” He growled. “Perhaps you should start acting like an adult instead of a rebellious teenager!” You yelled back. The two of you glared at each other, the stare being full of fire and anger. You take a deep breath and close your eyes. “Look, obviously you have some shit you need to deal with right now. So, it’s good that I’m going away on this mission. It’ll give you some space,” you say, calming down. He sighed and ran a hand through his dark locks. “I’m sorry (Y/N)…I just…you’re right. I do have a lot on my mind,” he mumbled. “Of course I’m right,” you tease with a wink and a grin. You took his hand and the two of you made your way to the Batcave where Jason was waiting for you along with Tim and Damian. Bruce was at work, and Alfred was upstairs making lunch. (He had wished you and Jason a safe mission while you came down.) “Well, boys,” you state. “We will see you in a few days. Hopefully.” You engulf Tim and Damian in smothering hugs, which ended up in them two arguing over who you loved to hug more (besides Dick). You chuckled at their bickering and shook your head. “Okay, well if you two dumbasses are done arguing, (Y/N) and I have to get going.” Jason cut in. “Plus we all know that she loves to hug me more!” “No way Todd! She definitely loves to hug me more than you and Drake. I am best after Grayson,” Damian said, puffing out his chest. “Pft! As if!” Tim said sarcastically. “Boys, boys. After Dick, I love you all equally!” You assure with a laugh. Looking down at your watch, you realize that your flight was going to leave soon! “Alright, I’ll see you guys soon!” You give Tim and Damian one last hug before you turned to Dick. He engulfs you in a tight squeeze, burying his face in your hair. “I love you,” he murmured. “I love you too.” The two of you parted and he pulled you in for a passionate kiss (which had Tim and Damian gagging.) Dick put a hand to your face and rubbed small circles onto your cheek. You could sense the worry in his blue hues, so you gave him a gentle smile to calm them. “Don’t worry Bird Boy, I’ll come back to you in one piece,” you state with a wink. He lets out a small, nervous, laugh. “I won’t let anything happen to her,” Jason piped up. Dick and his brother locked eyes and the eldest sent a nod his way. He wanted more than anything to go on this mission with you. It’s not that he didn’t trust his brother…he just wanted to be by your side. He always was by your side, and you his. That’s just what you guys did. You were Dick and (Y/N), Nightwing and (Y/H/N). You were a team. You gave him one last kiss before you and Jason made your way to the zeta tubes. “(Y/N)! Wait!” Dick called out just before you walked in. You turned around and looked at him. “Hm?” He had the ring clenched in his fist and he opened his mouth, but no words came out at first. “Dick? Are you okay?” “I…I have something important to ask you when you get back,” he finally spoke, internally kicking himself as soon as the words left his mouth. “Oh, alright,” you reply with a crooked grin. “I’ll see you soon! I love you!” With those words, you and Jason disappeared with your bags. Dick sighed and put the ring back in his pocket, running his fingers through his hair in a stressful manner. “Grayson, you are pathetic,” Damian stated flatly. Dick whirrled around and glared at the youngest sibling. “I have to admit, the Demon is right Dick. That was just sad. Why don’t you ask her already?” Tim stated. “I don’t know! It’s just been plaguing my mind lately, and especially with last night’s mission and all the other crazy shit…I just can’t do it. I know, it’s sad and pathetic. Believe me, I’m aware.” “You better ask her soon, she is gonna find out eventually, whether you tell her or not.” Damian commented. Dick sighed once more. “I know.” - The flight to the safe island near Santa Prisca didn’t take long. (The perks of Bruce having connections got you two a faster flight.) From there, you guys took a motor boat to Santa Prisca, and the mission began. You and Jason were dressed in your hero uniforms and had placed comms in your ears before splitting up. You swiftly made your way through the thick jungle terrain and to the warehouse that Bane and Danny would most likely be in. Batman had said they received a tip that Black Mask would be here and they would finally conduct their business. You made your way to the roof of the building and wriggled into the air vents. “Red, I’m entering through the ducts. What’s your 20?“ “Garage number 3 was open because of a recent exportation of drugs which was to be shipped to…” his voice trailed. “Bludhaven, Gotham, and Metropolis. This apparently is bigger than just the Bat’s territory. I’m downloading and transferring the delivery schedule to you.” “Copy that,” you reply, pulling up the computer that was built into your hologlove. The information was downloaded and your eyes skimmed over the delivery schedule before receiving other files from Jason. An update map of the facility was one of the files, which you were grateful for. You had a lock on Jason’s location and scanned the map for a save rendezvous point. “Down the hallway, to the left of this room is a storage room. It’s right below me and it appears to have not been open for quite some time. According to its contents…in there are old vials of venom. The former formula it appears. It’s going to be sent to be destroyed two days from now,” you state. “Meet me there.” “10-4, (Y/H/N).” You quickly and quietly made your way through the vents to the room. Slipping down into the said place, you landed quietly on your feet. Jason soon entered the room as well and walked over to you. “What’s the plan (N/N)?” He asked. You pulled up the map and information of the facility so the two of you can see. “Well, there is a storage room down at the other end of the hall that contains the new Venom formula. We need a few samples of that, so Bats or Red Robin can analyze and break down. Now, down at the opposite end of the hall I’m going to go out on an educated guess and assume that this room is where Black Mask is having a meeting with Bane,” you explain. “One of us needs to get the Venom and the other needs to get evidence of this meeting,” Jason stated. “Precisely.” “You’re definitely are lighter on your feet than I am. I’ll get the samples while you eavesdrop.” “I planned on being the eavesdropper anyway, especially with your habit of always causing a scene,” you tease. You could practically sense his eye roll as he punched you playfully in the shoulder. “Alright, I’ll catch up with you soon.” “Stay safe, Red.” He sent a nod your way as the two of you exited the room in silence, going your separate ways once more. You followed the map until you were outside the room in which the meeting between Bane and Black Mask was supposedly being held. You looked around and found an air vent and wormed your way into the ventilation systems like before. You pulled up the computer on your hologlove, quickly hacking and disabling the motion and heat sensors. You smirked and crawled to where a vent was in the back corner of the room. You could hear the voices of Bane and another man speaking in Spanish. “That girl really did a number on your face, eh, Danny?” Bane said in his native tongue. “That bitch will pay, next time I go to Gotham I’ll hunt her down,” the voice of Danilo Carrera replied, tone full of spite. You held back a chuckle as you remember how you broke his nose. “You don’t even know her name,” Bane continued. “I wish I did…she asked a lot of questions. She was beautiful though, too bad she has a husband. God, the things I would do to her.” You scowled at his words, your face crunching up in disgust. “Focus, Mask is supposed to be here any minute now.” You silently pried open the vent and placed a small camera in the corner of the wall. You closed the vent and linked your hologlove to the camera. On the screen came a clear view of the room. You snickered internally as you saw Danny’s nose all taped up. A few minutes passed before Black Mask finally entered the room, two of his assistants following, a female and a male. “Gentlemen, it’s nice to finally be able to discuss things in person. Our last meeting was unfortunately interrupted, I apologize,” Black Mask stated as he took a seat at the table across from Bane and Danny. “Some bitch and her husband caused a scene,” Danny said in an annoyed tone. “Yes, my men are working on trying to track them down.” “If you find the girl, I want to get my revenge,” Danny mumbled. “That isn’t the objective here,” Bane hissed in Spanish. He turned back to Mask. “Ignore him, we came here to talk about business. Not some girl who happened to get a good punch on him.” “I completely understand his desire for revenge. If we find her, she is all yours.” Danny’s lip curled up into a sinister grin. “Anyways, back to business like you stated. You have shipments of your new Venom formula ready for Bludhaven, Gotham and Metropolis, correct?“ “Yes, the shipments should arrive by morning.” “Excellent. Once in Gotham my people can do a little experimenting with it with some of the drugs, chemicals and technology we have. If all goes smoothly, more supplies and things will be sent for you to make more, as long as I get fifty percent of the profit you make from this new formula.” “Fifty percent?!” “I think fifty percent is a sufficient cut for me, considering I’m now your number on supplier for things so you can make your Venom,” Mask said cunningly. Bane grit his teeth in annoyance, then took a deep breath. “You drive a hard bargain Señor,” Bane said, clearly annoyed. “You have a deal.” Mask smiled wickedly and the two shook hands. He opened his mouth to say something more when a huge rumble shook the building, almost knocking you over. Thankfully you didn’t, or you would’ve fallen through the loose vent. “What the hell was that?!” A man burst into the room and spoke in rapid Spanish, too fast for you to translate. Bane cursed as he heard whatever the man said. You pressed your finger to your comm. “Red, what’s your ETA to the storage room.” You question. “Busy. Can’t talk.” He grunted back, the sounds of fighting in the back ground. Shit. Jason must’ve caused that explosion and blew his cover. He really does enjoy causing a scene…although I was considering blowing up that shipment of Venom before it left for the States…perhaps he beat me to it. We need to get rid of the rest of it though. At least what they have already made would be destroyed until we need to analysis on it. You thought. You helplessly sat there, monitoring Jason’s location from your hologlove. Unable to do anything, for it would blow your cover as well, you tried thinking of ways to get out of here. You had gotten all the Intel you needed to confirm Mask’s and Danny’s relations with Bane, and you had gotten several files from them. You hoped, Jason got the samples. The door to the room slammed open and you saw through your camera, Jason being dragged in by three men, seven or eight others following. He was tied up with rope and was bleeding from several areas. He looked up at Bane from behind his red helmet and you could tell a sneer was on his face. “Ah. One of the Bats Birds, came to visit my island.” “Uh…sir…the shipment headed to leave tonight was destroyed..” one of the men said awkwardly. “What?!” Bane roared. The man when to repeat himself but Bane punched him in the gut, sending him to his knees. “You’ll pay for this Red Hood,” the Santa Priscan man snarled. Jason chuckled, wincing slightly. “Looks like your little drug plan got delayed. How unfortunate,” Jason said sarcastically. “Mr. Hood, you always seem to have a way of fucking things up!” Mask yelled slamming his hands on the table. Jason laughed again. “Oh, I know.” Mask walked over and kicked him in the head and stomach. He saw a large wound on his chest and knelt down, sticking his finger in it. Jason let out a small cry of pain. “These men can have a go at you, but once their done, my partner and I will make sure you aren’t here to fuck things up ever again.” Your eyes widened at this as your mind raced for a plan. Suddenly, an idea popped into your mind. You went to your hologlove and gained access to the systems again. You swiftly shut down the power in ths building and set it to come back on in about a minute. Lifting the vent silently, you began your plan as the lights went out. “What the hell?! What now?!” Mask said angrily. You grabbed your camera on the way down from your hiding place and ran over, starting to take down each of the men easily. Reminder to thank Bats for the teachings on the ‘Element of Surprise’ and the nightvision upgrades in my mask, you thought to yourself as you took out the last man. Bane and Mask stood in the dark, confused on what was going on. You had about twenty seconds before the lights came back on so you untied Jason and started to pull him along. “He is escaping!” Mask yelled. “Not off my island he isn’t!” You shoved Jason through the door and just as you were about to go, the lights flicked back on. You turned around and saw Bane with a small knife in his hand. Before you could process, he threw it and it stuck right in your shoulder. You let out a scream of pain, and Jason grabbed your hand, pulling you through the door way. The two of you ran, twisting and turning down hallways. “Are you okay?” You ask, panting because of the pain and adrenaline. “Just a scratch,” Jason replied, clearly lying. “You?” “Just a scratch,” you state with a smirk, gesturing to the knife in your shoulder as you reached over and yanked it out. “Looks like Bane is getting interested in toys that are a bit more lowkey,” you muttered as you put the small knife in your utility belt. “We need to get out of here.” “No shit Sherlock!” “No, we really need to get out here. Possibly within the next three minutes and…twenty five seconds.” Your eyes widen. “Did you do what I think you did?” “If what your thinking is ‘plant a bomb that destroys the rest of the new Venom except the ten vials I have in my utility belt,’ then yes.” You smirked again, letting out a laugh. “Funny, I was thinking of doing the same thing.” “Perfect. Batman isn’t gonna be happy when we get back, is he?” “Probably not. So much for strictly recon.” “We never listen to that rule anyway.” You looked behind Jason and yourself and saw men, and Bane running after you. More of them burst out of rooms, guns in hands and they started to shoot. “Things are getting hot in here (Y/H/N), any ideas on how the hell we are gonna get out of here?!” “Down this hall, make a left then a right. It was your entry point. From there we can run into the jungle and head to the motor boat,“ you state. “Slight problem. My entry point was destroyed.” “That’s our only option. Everywhere else we will for sure be cut off and put in the blast considering the rest of the Venom is near by where we need to exit.” You state as the two of you follow your directions. Garage number 3 was no longer there, just as he said. Flames were everywhere from the explosion and debris were mangled and jagged. You two continue to run, although slower because of your wounds and the fire. “We aren’t gonna make it past the blast zone in time (N/N)!” “Just keep running!” Fire and smoke swirled around you, bullets whizzing past your ears due to the terrible aim of Bane’s men (which you were thankful for.) You two made it to edge of the jungle before a searing hot force slammed you forward. Your body was flung and impacted the ground in a harsh manner. Rocks and sticks scraped you and your body screamed in pain. You looked around, everything was fuzzy and chaotic, your vision was blurry and you couldn’t find Jason. Screams of people could be heard behind you, though it was muffled due to the ringing in your ears. You stumbled and tried to get to your feet, but no avail. The blood loss was finally taking it’s toll and you collapsed on the ground. Looking up to the sky, the last thing you saw were the stars before darkness enveloped it’s blanket around you. - The last thing you expected to happen after this mission, was for you to wake up in a hospital bed in the Batcave. Although, you weren’t all that surpised, considering the events that took place. However, let’s just say, the light stung your eyes when you woke up and you were not happy about that. You cracked your eyes open and saw the white popcorn ceiling. You squinted and sat up, wincing slightly as you looked around. The heart monitor next you beeped and you looked down at your arm and saw an IV sticking out of it. Then it all came back to you. The mission. The explosion. The flames and the knife wound in your shoulder. Saw your uniform ripped and cut in certain places so you could be bandaged. You looked to your right and saw your beloved boyfriend asleep in a chair. Your eyes softened at his exhausted looking state. Behind him was a cloth curtain and you felt curiosity well up inside you. You bit your lip to prevent from wincing loudly as you slowly slipped out of the bed. Taking the IV with you, you looked at yourself in the mirror that was in the room. Your shoulder was bandaged up as well as your head. There was a bruise on your cheek and a few stitches under your right eye. That’s definitely gonna scar, you thought. You walked over to the curtain, peeked your head in, and saw Jason laying there. He was bandaged up as well, an IV in his arm too. He looked up from the book he was reading and his eyes filled with relief. “Thank God you’re awake. I was sure Golden Boy was gonna have a heart attack.” He said sitting up more. You took a seat on the chair beside his bed. “What the hell happened? How did we get here?” You questioned. “After the explosion, I, in my partially conscious state, was able to get the two of us to the motor boat and on to open water. I was able to send a distress signal to the Bat Computer and here we are,“ Jason explained. “Does this mean I owe you one?” You ask. “Maybe. But, I’m glad you’re alright. Dick almost had my head on a platter because the Alfred thought you might not make it…you were unconscious for four days.” “Damn…” You murmured. “Well, I’m okay. I’ll make sure he doesn’t try to kick your ass.“ The two of you exchange smiled before you walked back to your bed. You look at Dick, a soft smile going on your face as you brush a few stray hairs from his. You take the spare blanket from the foot of the bed and drape it over his shoulders. When Dick had gotten the call that you were seriously injured, he had been in your shared apartment in Bludhaven. The call made shivers run down his spine and he dashed into the bathroom to vomit. The thought of you possibly dying made him sick and all the stress and worry he had been feeling came crashing down on him. On the morning of the fifth day of your (lucky) recovery, he felt his heart jump into his throat when Alfred had came up to his room to tell him you were awake. The raven haired boy didn’t hesitate to make a run for the Batcave. And there you were, doing some basic yoga stretches as some light ‘training.’ Your shoulder hurt like a bitch, and your torso was all bruised and cut up, but you did what you could to get up and get your blood flowing. You never did like to sit around, even when not injured. He made his way down the stairs and you turned around, hearing his footsteps. Before you could open your mouth and say anything, he wrapped his arms around your frame and held you to his chest. His eyes filled with tears of relief, and he couldn’t help but let them fall. You felt him tremble as you hugged him back, his tears hit your neck and you felt pangs of guilt and empathy. You rubbed his back lovingly, and pulled back slightly, cupping his face in your hands. Wiping the tears from his cheeks, you gave him a warm smile. “I told you I would come back to you in one piece,” you stated. He let out a laugh and sob mixed together, his glossy blue eyes staring into your shimmering (e/c) orbs. “I love you,” he chokes out. “I love you too.” “I told you I had something to ask you once you came back.” “Yes, you did. What is it, my love?” You ask zealously. He took a deep breath, getting himself together. “I love you. I have loved you since I first laid eyes on you. You are the most beautiful girl, in the whole world and I…I want to spend the rest of my life with you.“ He gets down on one knee and holds the glimmering ring out to you. Tears instantly fill your eyes as his continue to do so. ”(Y/N) (L/N), will you marry me?“ A smile broke out on your face, one that was wider and brighter than the sun. “Yes! Always, yes!” ______ I apologize for the ending being so…eh. Ugh I’m sorry.
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Birthday = Saved [Damian Wayne x Sibling!Reader]
Requested by anon: “Damian x reader (sibling relationship) where the batfam forgets about Damian’s birthday except the reader"
A/N: Hope you love it anon <3
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Slowly you woke up, yawning while running a hand through your hair. In attempt to tame the rat’s nest. Still half asleep and groaning when sitting up. Like it was the hardest thing you’ve ever done. Your blankets were so warm and cozy, maybe five more minutes wouldn’t hurt.
Though when you glanced at the clock, your eyes widened in horror. IT WAS PAST NOON! “Shit!” quickly throwing off the blankets and running into the bathroom adjoining your room.
Panicking while taking your shower. How could you sleep so late on Damian’s birthday? Why didn’t anyone get you?
Getting out of the shower and changing into some day clothes, brushing your teeth and hair.
Running down the manor steps and walking into the kitchen. “Sorry guys I didn’t realize I —” But you were cut off to find the kitchen empty. But seeing a note on the counter. Picking it up, it read:
Out on mission. It’s just you and Damian in the manor. Jason, Dick, & Tim are with me. Alfred had personal business and is out of town. Be home later tonight
-Bruce
Wait hold on! They just left on his birthday? His biological son’s birthday? You love Bruce but sometimes he’s an ass.
“TT, [L/n] I thought you had left as well” Turning to see Damian with his hands in his pockets. Looking pretty down in the dumps.
“Hey what’s with the frown birthday boy? Who needs ‘em, right?” You smiled at the young man. His face seemed to brighten at the words ‘birthday boy’
“You remembered” Shock laced in his voice. You chuckled, “Of course I remembered! How could I forget?” staring at him in disbelief.
“I was just surprised because father..” His sentence trailed off. “Bruce? Oh yeah he’s on a mis- wait hold on a sec! They didn’t remember it was your birthday?” Your voice raising in the process. Now you’re pissed, it’s one thing to leave but to forget! Nu-uh not okay!
He simply shook his head. “Assholes” mumbling to yourself. “You know what! We’re going to have the best birthday just the both of us. We can go anywhere you want and get cake and after that I’ll give you my gift.” smiling at him.
“You’d do that?” Was this kid serious?
“Of course I am Dami! We’re family remember? Now go grab your shoes, who needs them” Reaching for your keys. He did as told and went to get some shoes as you did the same.
The both of you climbed in your car. “So where to?” turning to him.
“I don’t know” he held his chin between his index finger and thumb.
“Well, is there anywhere you’ve never been but always wanted to go?”
He sat up like he had an idea. “It may seem childish but I’ve never been to a zoo”
A grin grew on your face, “Hey that’s not childish, I’m older than you and I like the zoo still. Zoo it is” before putting the car in drive.
During the drive you listened to Damian talk about his birthdays back with the league. They didn’t really celebrate but they always remembered. He especially talked about his grandfather and mother. Honestly you’d never had a conversation like this with him.
It was nice.
Once parking and making your way into the park you walked around the whole place. Seeing every exhibit, but ending  with the lions.
Damian was captivated by all of the animals but the Lions were amazing. The large male was so elegant and graceful.
“It’s so magnificent” he muttered eyes glued to the creature. “King of the animal kingdom.” you said back, watching the lioness’ graceful movements to be beside it’s mate.
“Have you ever heard the saying, ‘Rise and rise again, until lambs become lions’?” turning your eyes to him.
He shook his head. “Well it’s about being someone who was once vulnerable and weak, but over time and obstacles they become powerful and strong like a lion. Growing as a human being.”
“What is the point of telling me that?” he asked in confusion. Shrugging your shoulders, “I don’t know it’s just a quote I like to live by, kind of applies to me ya know? And you too”
“I’m not vulnerable” crossing his arms and turning back to the habitat. “I’m not saying you are, but in order for someone to be as strong as you are kid. They had to be vulnerable at some point. Don’t dwell on it, just remember it for me okay?” Sending a smile his way.
“I suppose it’s the least I could do” he uncrossed his arms.
“Are you hungry? Cause I am.. What do you say we go grab some lunch?” as your stomach growled. You chuckled and could’ve sworn you saw a grin pull at his lips. “I could eat”
Deciding to go to his favorite place for lunch. The both of you just talked like you had in the car ride. Though this time you explained some people and things that were in your life before becoming a bat.
He seemed grateful for your opening up to him.
After lunch you took him to a bakery where he picked out a treat to sever as his birthday cake. Going to a nearby park, but you stopped at the car to get his gift.
Sitting by a pond he began to eat the treat. “You’re not going to let me sing ‘happy birthday’ to you” mock hurt plastered on your face. He smiled… HE SMILED! It’s possible!
Staring in disbelief at his curved upwards lips. “What?” he asked wiping his mouth like he had crumbs there.
“Oh, nothing. How about you open this now” handing him the rectangular box wrapped in green paper.
Taking the gift he tore off the paper, revealing a long white box. Carefully taking off the lid. He stared at the object within.
His sword had broke on his last mission. So you got him a custom replacement. “The blade is two times stronger than your old one, but half the weight. The grip of the hilt is specially made so it won’t slip in your grip. And finally there’s an engraving” Pointing to the hilt. On it was a small engraving of a robin.
“I don’t know what to say” mesmerized by the piece of weaponry.
“Your face says it all, I’m glad you like it” Smiling at the young boy. “Thank you [F/n], this is very special. I will treasure it” He said, your grin widening at the sound of your first name.
“Come on, lets get back to the manor and set up some pranks for the guys to get back for forgetting your birthday” Mischief sparked in his eyes. A evil grin spreading on his face. Putting the sword in the box.
“They won’t know what hit them”
Bonus:
Entering the batcave the guys all looked exhausted. Well except Bruce. You and Damian were hiding out of view, but had full access to seeing your prank at work.
Looking at Damian you gave a devious smirk before nodding for him to hit the trigger he set up on his phone.
Tapping the screen, alarms blared through the cave. Then the fire sprinklers turned on soaking the four. “What the hell?!” Bruce yelled as you and Damian held in your laughter the best you could. Dick was hiding under a table to keep from getting wetter. Jason was letting a string of expletives run from his mouth. Tim was trying to save his laptop. And Bruce was trying to shut it all down.
Once he did you and Damian couldn’t hold it in any longer. Wiping away a fake tear you and Damian showed yourself.
“You.. You.. hahaha! You should’ve seen your faces. Oh god I should’ve recorded that, Alfred would die” Sentence being broken up with your laughter.
“TT, no need to worry [F/n] I’ve got us covered” Pointing to a camera in the corner. “You smart little devil” ruffling his hair.
“What the fuck [F/n]!!” Jason yelled, looking like a drenched bat. Something they had in common. “What was this all about, I want an explanation now!” Bruce raised his voice.
Though unaffected and sharing a look with Damian. “Something called sweet revenge” a sickeningly sweet tone in your voice.
“Revenge for what?” Dick was next as Tim was fretting over his laptop.
“Think about it. Today’s date, a certain brother of yours. That all of you abandoned by the way” Crossing your arms, sounding protective now.
They all stood thinking for a moment, but you saw Bruce hit realization first. “Oh! Oh god! I’m so sorry Damian” turning to the boy. The rest of their light bulbs lit up.
“We forgot your birthday” Dick said in disbelief with yourself. “We’re sorry Damian, we probably ruined the day”
They all wore regretful looks and were obviously beating themselves up. “It was actually my favorite birthday yet. [F/n] and I had a nice time together”
“You know we did! Get on my sibling level suckers” before turning and exiting the room with Damian. Leaving the drenched bats to dry off.
“Best birthday ever” Damian mumbled entering the manor. A smile growing on your face, you were indeed sibling #1 right now.
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