#let damian be more than just a spoiled brat
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3 Fanon ideas to make a prompt from :)
1). Ectoplasm is Lazarus Water but purified
2). Ghosts can retreat to their cores
3). Protocore Jason AU
Danny has to retreat into his core, Jason somehow finds him and absorbs it. It looks like Jason is pregnant as his own ecto is being purified and then given to Danny's Core.
Enjoy:)
This is a full prompt, though? Okay I'll write mpreg. Gonna bypass that "looks" and make it an "is" though, throwin in some reincarnation and trans Jay.
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Jason was doing one last round before he left for Gotham. Before he left to prove a point. To teach Bruce a lesson he'd never forget.
He wasn't sentimental, no, he was just checking to make sure he wasn't forgetting any sickass weapons that may have fallen behind a dresser or something.
"Todd," a small, imperious voice demanded from behind him. "Observe my new pet rock."
Jason sighed and stood up to humor the little demon.
The kid was holding a weird glowing, cracked orb. It was radiating frost, and Damian had to use cloth between his hands and the magic stone.
"Damian," Jason started, keeping his voice level. "Where did you get that?"
The kid sniffed with all the superiority of a spoiled brat, looking proud and holding the obviously enchanted stone higher.
"Since Grandfather and Mother say that animals as pets would be a weakness, I decided to search the lesser treasure room for a suitable inanimate pet."
Jason sucked in air through his teeth in a soft hiss. There was no "lesser" treasure room; there was the "safe" treasure and the "unknown" treasure. Where was Talia when he needed her?
"Look, kid, I don't think-" Jason started, reaching for the weird rock, just as Damian started pulling away.
"-You are jealous that I have this rock and you do not-"
"-Damian, please, just hand over the fucking-"
"-Cease your attempted theft this instant-"
"-Damian come here you little shit-"
Jason tripped. Damian tripped. The weird rock went into the air...and landed on Jason's chest. It melted into him with a sharp flash of pain.
And that was that.
Damian stared at Jason's stomach, aghast.
"You stole my rock!"
By the time Talia arrived to see what was keeping Jason so long, he and Damian were rolling on the ground biting each other.
~~~~~~
Months later, Jason was beyond ready to murder the newest Robin. He'd originally planned to just beat the shit out of the kid, but he'd been having a rough time.
He was losing his carefully crafted abs.
He was getting soft.
Normally that was whatever, but he was trying to be intimidating, and being soft in any way was definitely going to trigger the dysphoria he thought he'd outrun.
It made no sense; he worked out daily, had started eating on a caloric deficit, drank nothing but water, and made sure what he ate was home-cooked.
Then, one month before go-time with Timmy, he'd started getting nauseous.
He felt bloated, tired, hungry, and most of all; pissed.
As he stalked through the Tower that the newest Robin was hiding in, he may have, perhaps, let the millions of small annoyances pile into one big rage filled pity party with a kid as the target.
It really didn't help that he hadn't been able to don his replica of his own Robin costume, because he...he had pudge. He didn't fit in it.
It was infuriating.
He knew it wasn't little TimTams fault, but he was gonna take his rage out on someone, and the kid was the unfortunate closest person he had beef with.
Was he overreacting? Probably.
But it was lash out or cry, and he refused to cry.
On top of everything, the one thing that had helped with any of the symptoms, the extra purified Lazarus Water that Talia had given him to 'act as an emergency first aide', was gone. He'd drank it all.
With that supply out, he was.
Well.
He was going to kill little Timmy, fuck the consequences.
But little Timmy was...doing a very good job of staying completely out of sight. The kid had been acting far more neurotic than he normally did, only letting out a small gasp when he'd seen Red Hood and immediately darted into some sort of weird hidey hole.
Jason hadn't been able to find him since.
The kid had added his own gopher network to the Tower, fuck.
The speaker system crackled on, just as Jason was about to start laying down bombs.
"Red Hood, please consider your condition. Do not do anything that would raise your blood pressure, or uh..." the newest Robin's voice trailed off, keyboard audibly clacking as he looked something up. "...Or eat peas? No, that can't be right. Whatever, look, just stay calm, take a breather, and don't overstress yourself. It's not good for the uh. The second...yeah. Not good. Do not do. Why am I so dumb sounding when it comes to things like this? Shoulda gotten Steph..."
The kids voice trailed off as he berated himself, but Jason was too busy fighting off the horribly dawning realization of what the kid was saying.
Which couldn't be true, because there was no way for the kid to know, and Jason hadn't had sex in...well. Years.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Jason gasped, thanking his past self for putting the vocoder in his helmet. It sounded far more threatening.
"Oh. Uh. During one of your fights with Batman, you got glanced by something sharp, and there was a little blood. Don't worry though! I didn't tell Batman! I just wanted to see if I could figure it out on my own! So I ran your blood and now I...know. That was actually probably like, really invasive. Sorry Jason."
Jason knew the fight the little Bird was talking about. He'd had a random wave of vertigo, barely dodged a batarang. He'd had to do his own stitches afterwards.
"...You know? Know what?"
"Okay, I should clarify. I didn't tell Batman, but I kinda needed help scrubbing everything, so I had to ask Oracle to help, so she knows, and she couldn't keep it from Nightwing, because he's felt super guilty about how he treated you, but Batman definitely does not know."
Jason sat down on the nearest chair, feeling like the wind had been ripped from his sails. He took the helmet off and dropped in on the ground in favor of running a hand through his hair.
"How can you be sure B doesn't know it's me?" He rasped, staring at nothing.
"Because can you imagine he'd leave you alone for a second if he knew you were alive, much less up the duff?"
Jason had nothing to say to that. Either Ra's had been up to some fucked up experiments while he'd been asleep, or he was the victim of miraculous conception.
The newest Robin was rambling over the speakers, but Jason ignored him and held his head in his hands. The glowing orb flashed through his mind, and Jason didn't even have the energy to curse Damian for doing stupid kid shit.
He was just thankful that the kid hadn't been a viable host.
"Tim, shut up. Do you have an ultrasound machine here?" Jason interrupted, steeling himself. He was an adult sort of, one year before it was technically true, and he could freak out later.
It was time to do adult things.
"Oh, uh, yeah. Why? Has your gyno not done one yet?"
"Don't have one, didn't know. Where is it?"
"...I probably should have broken that news to you like, way softer."
~~~~~~
Jason was...pulling back. His criminal empire was still growing strong, and he was making a shit ton of money from it, but he was pulling back from actively provoking Batman.
As much as he wanted B to be the one to kill the Joker, he knew that the older man probably wouldn't do that, and Jason wasn't going to risk getting anywhere near that maniac while he was pregnant.
Batman had certainly noticed the change in behavior, but whenever he tried to intrude into Crime Alley, Nightwing or Robin would intercept him.
Jason.
Jason wasn't sure what he wanted to do about Bruce.
Dick was slowly earning forgiveness for his pas actions, piece by piece. Tim was surprisingly good at being supportive, and Jason's hatred for him was starting to wear away to the realization that this was just a kid.
Oracle, whoever she was, had apparently designed the best security system in the world and quietly renovated an apartment into a safehouse, just for him.
He hated the charity, but it was better than what he could make at the moment with how many enemies he'd gained.
As the months passed by, he found himself hiding away in the gifted apartment more and more.
The dysphoria was...bad.
There were no more mirrors in the apartment.
The kid, which the ultrasound confirmed they were, was a small one, thank fuck. His belly had popped out, true to most pregnancies, but it was relatively contained.
It was still enough to make a horrible sense of wrongness almost knock him off his feet every time he looked down.
He was, essentially, useless.
If it wasn't for the trio of well-meaning extended family (maybe? he had his suspicions about Oracle), he probably would have just laid down on the floor of his apartment and not gotten up.
Tim, surprisingly, had adopted some stupid Alvin Draper alias and was running his crime network in his stead. He was doing a concerningly good job, actually, and Jason and Dick had exchanged more than one worried glance over the kid's head.
Dick had moved in, citing that Bruce was getting suspicious and it was easier to pretend that he'd moved back to Gotham than it was to continually make up excuses. In reality, he was making sure Jason didn't lay down and rot, keeping him active and healthy.
Jason was...trying. He was trying. But between needing to stop HRT and the changes and his fucking voice and just. Everything. All of it.
He hated it.
But he still wasn't sure what he wanted to do with the kid.
Dick and Tim had set up a nursery, just in case. Dick had also surreptitiously reached out to the Kents, also just in case. There was no judgement. If he decided to keep the kid or give it away, it would be well taken care of.
That should have been a weight off his shoulders.
But instead, he felt like he was getting worse.
He was so, so fucking tired. He was starving but he couldn't stomach the food Dickwing put in front of him. He had worked so hard to build his criminal empire, but when Tim tried to tell him about it he couldn't focus long enough understand what was being said. He knew that they were getting more and more concerned, and when he woke up one morning and vomited straight Lazarus Water, Tim snapped.
"I'm calling B."
"Tim, no, we can-"
"-No, Dick, we need to figure out what's going on! This isn't something Leslie can handle, we need Bruce!"
Maybe it was just something buried deep inside Jason, but he agreed. He wanted his dad, not a doctor. He didn't care about Tim's reasoning, he just. He agreed. He wanted Bruce.
"Do it," Jason rasped from the floor, leaning into the cold tile. "Get B."
~~~~~~
Jason was still on the bathroom floor when a set of far, far heavier footsteps paused at the doorway.
The wood from the doorframe creaked as whoever it was tightened their grip on it.
Their breathing stuttered. They swallowed.
The footsteps continued, and they knelt next to Jason, wordlessly running their fingers through his hair.
"Hey Jaylad," Bruce whispered, voice tight and controlled even as his hand shook. "Looks like you've got a bit of a situation. Wanna tell me what happened?"
"Got knocked up by a magic rock," Jason muttered, thoroughly enjoying the hand in his hair. "But it ain't going right, and I'm tired and hungry all the time, and I'm throwing up the Lazarus Pits."
"The magic rock info is new," he heard Tim mutter from the hall, right before he was forcibly shushed by Dick.
"Did you have any weird cravings? Any symptoms that don't normally match a pregnancy?" Bruce asked, keeping his voice calm and controlled even as he lifted Jason from the floor and into his lap. "Should I get Constantine on the phone?"
Jason let it happen, turning to hide his face from the shitshow that had been his life for the past six months and shoving it into Bruce's stupid fancy shirt.
"Had Lazarus water. Drank it. I'm hungry but I can't eat anything. I can hear the kid chirp sometimes."
"Like a bird? That's adora-"
"-Shut up Dick not now!"
"You shut up!"
"You...drank. Lazarus Water." Bruce repeated, voice stilted as he clearly started working through something in his head. "I....hm. Okay. I'm...I'm going to call Constantine." Jason couldn't help the snort at the clear distaste in Bruce's voice as he said that.
He expected Bruce to put him down and go get changed into his Batman kit.
He did not expect Bruce to adjust his hold, lean back onto the cabinets, and make the call then and there.
~~~~~~
Constantine was officially unofficially his doctor for the duration of his pregnancy.
That was not something that anyone wanted, Bruce especially.
Jason wanted to throw up and aim it at the Hellblazer, but he had a feeling the man had been covered in worse and would, at best, be unfazed.
At worst, tempted to just smear it on Jason to prove a point.
The Mage of the hour himself was hovering over Jason, eyes unfocused as his glowing hands rested on the despised baby bump.
Jason was laying on the couch, trying not to let the sound of Bruce's pacing drive him up a wall.
"That," Constantine started, head tilting as if he was listening to something. "That is a core. And a baby. And another core. Two Ghost Cores, two bodies. If you're meetin' the needs of the physical, and you're still havin' issues, prolly need to see to the spritual, love."
"Don't call him love," Bruce warned, pausing his pacing long enough to glare at the Mage.
Constantine didn't bother to acknowledge him.
"Don't suppose you've got any spare Lazarus Water lying around, eh?" The man asked instead, eyes refocusing as he removed his hands from Jason's person.
Jason shook his head, but Tim nodded his.
Everyone stared at Tim.
Tim shrugged.
"What? It's under the city. Not like anyone will miss it if we take some."
"How. Tim, how do you know that?" Dick asked, sounding a little scared.
"Because I found it? I tried throwing dead rats in it but it doesn't work on rats, so I tried larger dead animals that had gotten down there-"
"-B you've raised Dr. Frankenstein," Jason groaned, covering his eyes from the realities of a mad scientist little brother.
"But I'm not an undead being stitched together?" Tim asked.
"You uncultured swine," Jason snarled, practically throwing himself into a sitting position and was quickly met with Constantine trying to wrangle him back down. "It's common fucking knowledge that Frankenstein was the doctor, not the monster, and if you paid any attention in English class-"
"-I'm gonna go get Lazarus Water okay bye!" Tim shouted, bolting for the door.
~~~~~~
Jason drank his fifth juice pack of Lazarus Water, finally starting to feel like himself again, and stared at Bruce.
Bruce, to his credit, was clearly trying very hard not to stare back.
Jason imagined this was rather hard, given that he couldn't stop fucking purring. Apparently, that was a Thing that his body could and would do, according to his unofficial doctor.
Dick and Tim were helping Constantine put the Lazarus Water into the juice packets, all of them desperately pretending that they weren't there at all and trying to be as quiet as possible.
"So, Hellblazer. Nothing to say about the Big Bad Batman?" Jason asked, eyes never leaving said man.
"Not particularly any of my business, mate. I don't really care one way or another."
Bruce actually looked a little put out at that, much to Jason's satisfaction.
"I imagine you have questions," Jason sighed, finishing off his juice pack.
Bruce finally turned to look at him head on, gaze steady.
"They can wait. Do you have any plans for...this?" Bruce didn't motion towards Jason's stomach, but he didn't have to.
"...Maybe. I don't even really know what this is." Jason muttered, sinking further into his chair.
"I told you, love, it's a baby. With a ghost core. It was probably an adult ghost, at one point, but if it was cracked near as bad as you say, it was either reincarnate or disappear." Constantine shrugged, taping another stupid tiny straw to another juice box and moving to repeat the action. "Either way, since it's reincarnation, the baby ain't gonna know tit from tat. 'S just a baby."
That. Damn. If he'd been faced with the same choice, he probably would have done the same thing.
"You keep saying that. What does a ghost core do when it's in a human?" Bruce asked, knuckles white on the couch's armrest.
"Dunno, haven't seen it before. Heard of it, though. Just makes the person powerful, but now sure how much. Flight is definitely gonna be there, though, so I'd ask supes for some pointers." Constantine answered without really answering, true to form for him.
Jason heaved himself up and waved everyone off as they started to get to their own feet to help him.
"I'm gonna take a nap. Snipe at each other in here and don't fucking bother me."
~~~~~~
Jason was disgusting.
Alfred and Bruce and everyone else assured him he wasn't, but he absolutely was.
It was so bad he'd gone ahead and, without informing anybody, arranged for an induced labor at Gotham General as soon as he could.
He didn't want to deal with Dick getting scared and frantic, or Tim overplanning and having a mental breakdown, or Bruce's rigid shoulders as he both tried to apologize and do something stupid like take over from the actual doctor.
Alfred would probably be composed, but if Alfred acted a little off then they'd know.
Hell, Jason had started getting some Braxdon hicks contractions and he swore he watched Bruce's hair grey in real time.
So at the eight and a half month mark, Jason lied to everyone and told them he was going to another safehouse to get away from their coddling.
He ignored their objections and reached for the keys to his car-
-and pissed himself.
Or, it felt like he did.
The apartment went dead silent as everyone looked down.
Then the contractions really hit.
~~~~~~
Bruce actually did try to take over the maternity ward and do the doctors jobs.
Jason was delighted to have an excuse to kick him out.
He couldn't force the man to avenge his murder, but he could make him wait in the waiting room like the rest of the peasants.
Alfred he allowed to stay, though.
~~~~~~
Jason still hadn't decided what to do with the kid.
He didn't know if he was gonna send them off to a farm or if he was gonna keep them.
So he let himself hold them, to see if any of the disgust he'd felt during the pregnancy had been directed at the kid or if it was all just him hating how he looked.
The little bean of a child, eyes bluer than his own, proceeded to free one arm to pull on Jason's bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
Ah.
Nah, the hatred had been towards how he looked.
This one was his, the Kents could get visitation rights.
#dpxdc#dcxdp#dp x dc#dc x dp#phanfic#like an actual one shot#mpreg tw#trans pregnancy#trans jason todd#dysphoria tw#when damian comes into the picture he's astonished his pet rock became a little person#constantly tries to be the best uncle#that was his pet rock before it was jason's son#yes#jason names him Daniel#he doesn't know why but it seems like a good name for the kid#ma and pa kent do get visitation rights#danny was almost theirs and they are delighted to help jason when danny starts manifesting his powers#and when jason starts manifesting his#long post
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A crack treated seriously concept that I have just swimming in my mind;
Runaway sugar baby Bruce Wayne AU.
Here's the thing; Bruce and Harvey are married. Bruce may not realize they are! but they are.
Oblivious fucker really went,
" yes, I will have children with my best friend, raise them together happily, occasionally have sex, and wear this cool ring he gave me. Platonically, of course."
I think it all started when Tim came home from school, wearing a bit of a guilty expression, asking with a pinch embarrassment if Bruce could pretend to be a doctor for career day.
Bruce blinks, " I am a doctor, darling." Graduated with flying colors, mind you!
"Well, yeah, but...You know, not anymore. "
True. Ever since he adopted Jason and Tim, he just found it harder and harder to leave home. They were just too precious and he didn't want to miss a moment!
"I just don't understand why he'd lie about it."
"I can," Harvey looks so handsome, arranging his tie. He does a mess of it, but he doesn't look less tantalising,
" Little brats would be...Yknow, mean. They get finicky when they see a weak spot."
He knows it's Harvey because there's no accent melting like whisky on his mouth. " Weak spot?"
" doll, cmon, --"
" I do work, Harvey. Just because it's not defending criminals doesn't mean it's less vital."
" I knowthat. But you're also a rich guy who, let's face it, wouldn't need to work a day In his life. And that's fine by me. "
because Harvey HATED seeing his mom break her back to support their family when his father was drowning face down in debts.
He wouldn't put anyone through that, let alone his pretty little husband. But Bruce doesn't take this well.
" well! I'll show you! I'm more than capable of making it on my own, I'll prove it!"
Now. Bruce doesn't think too much. He's not an expert in it. Man can stitch up a 5 inch incision with floss, but his own well being? Leave it to Alfred.
But he'll make them proud. So next time, they don't have to lie.
He just packs up way too many luggages, packs Damian up too, and leaves while Harvey's at oh his back breaking, gruelling office job.
It's only when he's on a bus that he realizes he forgot the rest, but that'd be cruel! Their boys loved their father.
Dick, who's in his I Hate Dad phase, is extremely hysterical while they leave to find Bruce. Only stopping occasionally to fix his eyeliner, then start over again.
Jason, Harvey's second oldest, drives beside them on his motorbike.
He guesses its an extra middle finger to him to not wear a helmet. His beloved little hellion, raised on the devil's edge.
"Listen to me; If I find him, I'm moving back home. If I don't, I'll put you in the ground."
" I'll let you."
Now; Bruce does find a place. It's a little town with big characters.
Harley has a diner that she's more than happy to welcome him in, even if Bruce, Spoiled Spouse of the Year, can't quite pick up.
Anything for old roomies.
But there is someone in there who catches Bruce's attention. Towns mechanic.
Clark, his name tag says, who played with Damian behind Bruce's back while he talked to Harley.
He smells of salty motor oil; Fresh sweat, smoked apple pie. His eyes are dreamy blue, rendered with sharp cleverness. And Clark likes him.
Clark recommends him a good motel, brings Damian some toys to play with, even brings his own babies so they can have a playdate. " They're not mine. The toys! These two are. I have a receipt from the hospital."
"...A birth certificate?"
He's delightfully awkward.
When Harvey comes to pick him up, when Bruce jumps in his arms, claws at a pristine shirt stained with his brand new blisters and cracks and worked hands, he's not awkward.
He's disappointed; Like Bruce strangled the joy from his soul.
"You're...Married?"
When Bruce and Harvey respond, in perfect, consice sync, " Oh no, darling,--" " Yes he is, four eyes--" they're ALL confused.
"Oh, dear..."
#bruce wayne#dc#dc comics#dick grayson#tim drake#harvey dent#clark kent#bruharvey#superbat#runaway sugar baby au#no capes au#text#text post#batfamily#batfam#jason todd
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Family Time
Damian Wayne x Reader Headcanon
Meeting Damian’s family and getting close with them
A/N: This is my first time writing ANYTHING so plz be nice. I won't do any major writings, just small head canons and maybe rabbles. Saving the big stuff for all you professional writers.
Word Count: 1,704
Warnings: Jealous Damian, injured reader, threats, implied smut
Meeting the Waynes
You and Damian have been dating for about 5 months now.
Damian has already met your parents and they LOVED HIM.
He was polite, respectable and always said the right things at the right moment. DAMN HIM!
Now it was time to meet his family.
You’re pacing back and forth questioning your entire existence while Damian is sitting on the edge of your bed trying to calm you down.
“Do my clothes look good enough? Does my hair look good? What if they think I’m with you for your money? What if they think that I’m a gold digger? Do they know that my family is also very wealthy? What if they think I’m a stuck up spoiled brat? OMG WHAT IF THEY HATE ME?”
You’re digging yourself a deep hole of negativity until Damian grabs you by your shoulders forcing you to look at him.
“Beloved. You’re going to be fine. Everything about you is perfect and my family will love you”
He always knew what to say and when. DAMN HIM!
“Thank you. Ok. I think I’m ready, let's go!”
As damian pulls up to the manor, you start to rethink your decision
“Is it too late to cancel lunch? Would they believe I suddenly got ill?”
“Beloved, as I said before they’re going to love you”
As always he was right.
You and his family immediately hit it off and got along well.
A little too well for his liking.
He knew his family would like you but what he didn’t know was that you would spend more time with them instead of him. DAMN HIM!
Bruce
Bruce loved you for his youngest son
Damian as had a girlfriend before, Raven, but after they broke up, he thought Damian would never open himself up to anyone again
Even though you and Damian are a kind of opposites and balance each other out, you understand him and what he’s gone through
He was the one of the first people, after your parents and Alfred, to learn about your relationship
Though business isn’t your first option as a major, you still want to learn as a backup
Who better to learn from than the man who runs on of the top companies in the country
Bruce offers to teach you the basics and even a small internship at WE
You refuse the internship but gladly take the lessons
Dick
Dick is an acrobat
You did gymnastics for 4 year
What could go wrong?
A LOT
Dick tries to teach you a double full out
You already perfected a full out
You’ve always had trouble perfecting your landings
It didn’t come a surprise to you when you were able to perfectly do the flip but mess up the landing to bad you twist your ankle
Damian is furious with Grayson for teaching you suck a difficult move knowing there was a chance of you getting hurt
Damian is about to lunge at Dock ready to attack until you stop him
“Damian, stop. I’ve twisted my ankle plenty of times trying new gymnastic moves. I’ll be fine in like 2 weeks. You don’t need to hurt Dick, I knew the risks”
“Ok. But if Grayson teaches you another move and you get hurt, he will need to sleep with both eyes open”
Normally, Dick would be somewhat frightened by one of Damian’s threats but he’s in shock from how quickly you calmed him down
He’s going to call you from now on everytime Damian is angry
Jason
You and Jason connect over your interests in books
You two form your own book club
You two discuss the book you picked out for the month and talk about many other books you two have read in the past
Both of you love to read a book and watch the movie/show that goes along with it
You two argue over which aspects were better in the book or the movie/show
“Elena and Katherine are blonde in the books though”
“I know that Jason. I read the book too. But let’s be honest Katherine is better as a brunette than a blonde. It fits her personality in the show way more.”
“You’re right.”
“I think it’s Nina Dobrev.”
“It definitely is.”
“I would have liked to see angel Elena though.”
“ME TOO!”
Tim
Tim had a nack for tech
You were attached to your phone
Of course you two got along
Tim taught you tricks on the computer and showed you secret games companies hide
You had learned from Damian that Tim was a bit of a caffeine addict
Damian’s words were “Drake will be the caffeine addicted idiot in front of a screen or head deep in a case”
You take it upon yourself to find caffeine substitutes to try and help his addiction
He is reluctant at first but gives it a try
After a few months Tim is drinking less coffee than before
He still drinks coffee but limits himself to only 3 cups a day, much better than 2 an hour
He drinks more water and gets in more sleep than before
Damian who never openly admit it but he’s happy his older brother is being healthier and taking better care of himself
Duke
You and Duke bonded over your similar senses of humor
It also helps that he’s also on TikTok as much as you
The two of you jokingly talk in TikTok lingo
“Bombastic side eye”
“Criminal offense side eye”
“Duke this is probably the most important question I’m about to ask… Team Hailey or Team Selena”
“I’m offended that you even have to ask. Team Selena til the day I die. Alex Russo practically raised me”
Everyone else is looking at the two of you confused
Damian is used to this already
When you asked him the same question you went on a 3 hour tangent and it was evident who’s side you were on
Damian didn’t care about “silly celebrity drama” but since he knew it would make you happy, he chose Selena
Cass
Cass is a pretty quiet girl, almost mute
With family she barely ever talks, with strangers she uses sign language
Once you learned Cass communicated mostly with sign language you took it upon yourself to learn
When you we were first introduced to Cass you signed
“Hi! My name is Y/N, you must be Cass. My sign is rusty, I’m still learning. Nice to meet you”
Cass gave you a small smile and you were ecstatic
According to Damian Cass almost never smiles and even if she does its for a split second
You both enjoy each others quiet company, watching movies or painting nails and braiding hair with Stephanie
The more time you and spend with Cass the more she opens up to you
After a few months, she starts giving you short answers without signing
“If you could only wear one color nail polish for the rest of your life, what would it be and why?”
“Black…”
“Good answer”
Steph
You and Steph connect as feminists
“Anything a boy can do we can do better”
Steph often includes you in any competitions he has that are girls vs boys
Does she include you because you can be used against Damian?
Yes
Are you upset about it?
Absolutely not
Why?
You love beating Damian in any possible way
Other than competitions, you both love pranking the boys
You two prank damian the least because you know well enough that damian can hold grudge and you love to cuddle at night
Pranking Tim is best
Before he got better he would fall for anything because he was too sleep deprived
He would fall for the simplest broken screen video on youtube almost every time
Once he started getting better, you two had to up your game
Your favorite prank on Tim was the fake virus that played the SHrek opening over and over on blast
Alfred
You couldn’t forget about Alfred now can you
Whenever you enter the manor Alfred is always the first one to greet you
Whenever you are waiting for Damian at the manor you go straight to Alfred and talk with him
You often assist him with whatever he’s doing
Baking, cooking, cleaning
He finds it refreshing a young person would help him
The others would try and help but often with miss up and make some kind of mess
One year they tried to make Alfred’s favorite cake for his birthday… and failed… miserably
They didn't include Damian because eventually he would take over and the cake would basically be made by him and not all of them, although he would’ve made it perfectly. DAMN HIM!
After 3 failed attempts they opted to buy a cake they knew Alfred would like from his favorite bakery downtown
Though they ruined the kitchen, Alfred was touched at the effort they put to try and make his favorite cake
Even though, none of them, except Damian, are allowed to cook or bake in the kitchen without his supervision
Back to Damian
It soon becomes evident as you spend more time with his family that Damian is jealous
Damian loves that you get along with his family, but he misses the quality time between just the two of you
You felt bad because you thought you were neglecting your boyfriend
So you made the executive decision to make it up to him
“My parents are out of town for the next two weeks”
“Business trip?”
“Yup. Do you want to spend the week?”
“No siblings?”
“Nope just you”
You lean in placing a soft kiss on his lips and pull back
You giggle when you see him lean in for more and he gives you an unamused look on his face because you refused to kiss him back
“So do you want to spend the week? We’ll have the place all to ourselves”
“Let's go. I already have my bag packed”
That entire week is just you and Damian hanging out and enjoying each others company
You give him all the kisses and cuddles he wants
He even knows just want to say to get more 😉
DAMN HIM!
OMG OMG OMG!!! I did it. Took me a hot minute but I got it done. I wish it was this easy with my assignments and homework. But I hope you enjoyed this.
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The Drakes Spoiled Brat. (im sorry dad)
by Yellow_sprouts
Tim Drake died at seventeen, his family long broken beyond repair.
A Cuckoo finally rid from the nest.
But when he wakes up in his time, but now just a year after the Graysons death and appearance of the first Robin.
Tim wouldnt let his family suffer again, even if it meant he couldnt join them.
Bruce Wayne is not "Brucie Wayne"
Tim Drake is not "Timothy Drake"
They are both personas, a front to prevent people from looking at whats really under the surface. But sooner or later Tim should have known Gotham being a city of secrets, nothing stays buried forever. Especially not when the bats get involved with their trashy next door neighbor whose behavior seems more and more contriditory.
Tim had saved them all more times than he could count, maybe this time they could return the favor.
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Inspired by @brucewaynehater101 on tumblr- Time Travel AU- Timothy "Trash" Drake
Words: 4187, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of Batfam one shots/drabbles
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DC Extended Universe RPF
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: Other
Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Barbara Gordon, Oracle (DCU), Rogues Gallery (Batman), Batfamily Members (DCU)
Relationships: Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Alfred Pennyworth, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Duke Thomas & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne
Additional Tags: Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily (DCU) Feels, Protective Batfamily (DCU), Tim Drake-centric, Tim Drake Needs a Hug, Tim Drake Tries to be a Good Sibling, Protective Tim Drake, Protective Jason Todd, Protective Dick Grayson, Protective Damian Wayne, Protective Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne B- parenting, Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, BAMF Cassandra Cain, BAMF Tim Drake, Tim Drake is Not Red Robin, He is Cardinal, Batfamily is a Mess (DCU), Good Sibling Damian Wayne, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, Good Sibling Stephanie Brown, Good Sibling Cassandra Cain, Good Sibling Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown Being a Little Shit, Batfamily Paranoia, Family Dynamics, Protective Siblings, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Protective Barbara Gordon
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Liberación- Ch.2/? (WWE Fic) (18+) (Repost)
Summary: Harper and Drew started Liberacion as a way to heal. And it slowly became bigger than they could've have ever imagined...
Main Pairings: Drew McIntyre/OFC, Damian Priest/OFC, Roman Reigns/OFC.
Side Characters: Mercedes Mone, Liv Morgan, Seth Rollins, Becky Lynch, and more.
Tags: 18+, praise kink, daddy kink, size kink, kink negotiation, consensual kink, consensual non-consent, BDSM, knife play, light blood play, bratting, hair-pulling, breeding kink, and more.
Word Count: 3,733
~Past~
‘’Inconsiderate pricks...’’ I growled under my breath as I picked up after the insufferable club goers.
It had been a busy night and things were just starting to die down.
As lonely as my house was starting to feel, I couldn’t wait to get to home and bury myself under the covers.
But the universe had other plans…
Working at a BDSM club could be fun at times but, other times it was an absolute drag.
Especially working at Oasis where it was a bit of a free-for-all.
I had no idea why I stayed at this job.
I had no idea why I stayed in shitty situations in general.
The Saturday crowd usually consisted of spoiled, rich trust fund babies fresh out of college.
Most of which had no clue what they were getting themselves into and treated the establishment like a cheap motel- or like their parents’ mansions.
I had no idea how this place hadn't been shut down yet.
I had nothing against BDSM or Kink.
Quite the contrary actually.
I just wanted things to be safe and for everyone to be careful and mindful of what they were getting themselves into.
It pissed me of when people treated this space as if it were simply a swinger’s club where they could do whatever they wanted.
If this were my club, things would run a whole lot differently.
I was going to do something about that real soon, though...
I kept ranting under my breath in a mixture of English and Spanish as I swiped a damp cloth over the tables when I noticed something- or rather, someone that made me pause.
‘’Drew? You alright, babe?’’ I asked the Scotsman who for the last couple months had been coming to Oasis along with his partner.
Monica was her name.
He didn’t look okay at all, but he still nodded, just as I suspected he would.
‘‘I’m fine, Harper...’’ he said, his shoulders hunched and his voice barely audible.
During the months that Drew and Monica attended the club, Drew and I became quite close friends.
We’ve known each other for a long time now, but it seemed like his sudden visits to Oasis just brought us closer.
It helped break the ice to know something that intimate about someone.
Both of us were shy about it at first but, once we got to talking, we told each other pretty much everything from there on out.
But with our closeness came some observations.
I couldn’t stand Monica.
It was just one of those things where I couldn’t quite pinpoint why I felt the way that I did.
How I wished that those witchy senses had worked when it came to Jason...
And I never mentioned it to Drew because I didn’t want to put him in an awkward position so, I just silently observed whenever she was around.
From what I knew, Drew was her Submissive, but it didn’t seem like a happy arrangement at all.
But again, I said nothing.
I waited for him to come to me if he needed to.
Until tonight.
Drew was obviously not okay, and I was going to get to the bottom of it.
The look on his face alone was enough for me to say, ‘fuck it’ and step in even though I knew that sometimes the best thing to do is to let the person come to you.
But if I had to face Monica’s wrath- or even Drew’s, I would do it gladly.
‘’Drew. What happened? And don’t say ‘’nothing’’. This isn’t nothing. What did that pendeja do? Did you guys fight or something?’’ I asked Drew, setting the rag aside and coming toward him.
‘‘Nothing I didn’t agree to.’’ Drew said, shrugging nonchalantly.
But his gaze said differently.
His eyes were slightly unfocused and glassy, as if he just got done crying his eyes out.
They shifted from jet black to their usual blue and back again.
Okay. I guess this was gonna be like pullin’ teeth, then.
Being a little out of whack after a scene was pretty normal, but usually the Dom/Domme would stick around long enough to make sure that their Sub could at least get home safely.
And with Monica being Drew’s girl it was even more odd to not see them leaving together.
‘’I’m going home... I’ll see you later, H.’’
Drew went to stand but I stopped him with a gentle hand on his broad chest.
The second I did that, it was like something shifted and before I knew it, Drew crouched down and buried his face against the crook of my neck.
He was shaking like a leaf.
It took a few more coaxing words from me but eventually Drew told me what went down.
To say I was livid was an understatement.
I had a few run-ins with inconsiderate Doms when I first came into the scene, starting with my ex-husband.
Those situations weren’t exactly fun, and my heart went out to Drew.
Someone shitting all over the trust you’ve put into them absolutely sucked.
Monica and Drew had apparently agreed on doing a caning scene.
The scene was a bit more intense than either had anticipated and Drew sunk deeper into Sub space than either of them were comfortable with and Drew freaked out.
And like any low life ‘’Domme’’, instead of being there for Drew as best she could, Monica snuck out the back of the club and left him in one of the reserved bedrooms in the club with his racing thoughts.
‘’I don’t know what I did wrong...’’ Drew mumbled pitifully against my neck and my heart broke instantly.
He was so out of it…
I wanted nothing more than to tear Monica a couple new ones but, that was going to have to wait.
‘’Let’s get you taken care of, okay?’’ I whispered in his ear and watched him with sad eyes as he stood upright and began to walk slowly toward my car without any further protest.
I followed closely behind, wracking my brain about where to start on cleaning up the mess Monica left behind. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
‘’I keep letting him know that I can heal him but... man, he won’t let me near those welts… And he hasn’t left the guest room in weeks. I dunno what to do…’’ I ranted to my best friend, Tatianna.
Aside from Drew, Tatianna became one of my closest friends who also happened to be a wrestler like him, and the eldest adoptive daughter of Stephanie McMahon and Triple H.
She was adopted from Australia and from the second we met it was like we had known each other since forever.
From past lives, even.
She wasn’t much younger than me, so we clicked instantly.
She has also known Drew the longest, so it made sense for me to call her and tell her about the situation.
This was especially frustrating as a witch.
I felt like I should know how to help, and the fact that I couldn’t figure this out bothered me to no end.
‘’Well, think of how you were after the whole thing with Jason... Maybe he just needs some time, H. He’s probably healed his wounds himself. You know we vamps heal fast.’’ Tatianna said, eyeing me as she took a sip of piping hot Peppermint tea.
‘’I know,’’ I sighed.
‘’But-‘’
I was interrupted by a raspy Scottish lilt from behind the couch that made us both straighten up with guilt.
We were so caught up in our concern for the Scotsman that we didn’t realize he had finally left the guest bedroom.
‘’Time for what?’’ Drew said, looking between us both with a slightly angry glint in his eye.
I scrambled quickly for a response, but before I could, Drew interrupted once again.
‘’Never mind. I’ll just grab my things and get out of your way. I’m sorry for inconveniencing you.’’ Drew said dryly before turning to leave.
That made me find my voice and I shook my head, setting my mug of tea onto the coffee table in front of me.
I knew he was just sulking, but because of my frustration, I couldn’t help but feed into it for a moment.
‘’You know damn well that’s not it, Andrew.’’ I said in a clipped tone, and I watched him bristle.
I didn’t want to fight with him, but I welcomed an emotion from him other than the stoic misery that was brewing within him since I brought him into my home.
‘’Guys. Stop it.’’ Tati sighed.
‘’We’re just worried about you, D.’’ She said and I didn’t miss the way Drew’s eyes softened, if only for a second.
Just then, my doorbell rang.
Instantly, my pupils narrowed to dark and angry cat-like slits as I caught a whiff of the person’s scent…
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I'm a big fan of those moments in stories where a character who has previously been utterly obnoxious lets a bit of the façade slip and you get to see for the first time what's really behind it and how they might be capable of growth after all--and you have to completely recontextualize your understanding of them.
For instance...
When Kon is introduced, he's a showboating egomaniac who is rude, violent, or inappropriate with just about everyone and has a massive sense of entitlement. There's an incident in which his showing-off leads to the destruction of a Daily Planet helicopter and the death of its pilot. Steel, who had to step in to deal with the problem, grabs Kon up by the scruff of his neck and gives him a severe talking-to. Kon's initial response is to get defensive and angry, but after flying off alone, he self-examines for the first time in his very short life and has to come to terms with his own selfishness (and goes back and apologizes later). This will be the start of a pattern for him: he often reacts in anger but he's also capable of rethinking and learning from mistakes. The attention-seeking is a role that he was created to play, and behind it there's a child with no guidance who wants to do the right thing but doesn't know how.
(Superman: The Man of Steel #23)
Bart is introduced trying to kill Wally on sight and, after getting his aging straightened out, proceeds to be a reckless, thoughtless, petulant nuisance. This is compounded by the fact that we see him almost exclusively from the perspective of Wally, who can't stand him. After Wally passes over Bart as his intended successor before a potentially fatal mission (it's actually a ruse to try to motivate him to learn), Bart and Jesse Quick spend some time together, and he opens up enough to reveal that he's determined to prove himself, he cares about Wally more than he lets on, and he still hasn't adjusted to not being in his own time. He's a displaced child from the future, transported to an era in which he is scolded and belittled for doing things according to the definition of normal he was raised with, which accounts for his near-constant frustration. And yeah, he could use an attitude adjustment, but he's not just being annoying to be annoying. He's even capable of loyalty, however begrudging, to the cousin who has made no secret of his disdain for him. There's complexity here.
(The Flash 1987 #98)
Thad is introduced as a villain and presented as such for most of his appearances--until we're given his narration during the time he spends impersonating Bart and we find out that his motivations are not limited to his murder mission. There are moments previously that hint at his being more pitiable than evil, but I think we first see what he really wants out of life after one of the social interactions that he loathes results in his managing to make "his" friends laugh. He's not just a supervillain bent on revenge; he's a kid getting his first taste of being liked and accepted on his own terms and realizing what he has missed out on his whole long, long lonely life. This complicates our understanding of him and makes his defeat in the climax more tragic than triumphant.
(Impulse #65)
Damian is awful when he first shows up. He attacks his father, refuses to follow even the most reasonable of instructions, loudly insists that no one can make him do anything, cusses out Alfred, throws a tantrum when his father won't let him have a laptop or a sword, insults and rejects food, steals the Robin uniform and goes out and beheads a criminal, tries to kill Tim, and generally behaves like a spoiled brat. It's made clear that this behavior is a product of his upbringing, with its horrifying combination of violence and indulgence. But the moment when we first see the vulnerability behind it is when Damian spills his mother's plans to his father and adds frantically, "See? I can be useful!" The ruthless assassin is really just a ten-year-old boy who is desperate to help the father whose respect he longs for. Given guidance and love, he could be better, and will be, but it's a long, difficult road there.
(Batman #658)
There are further examples, I'm sure, but these are the ones that stand out from what I've read.
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Day 4 - Number
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There came a time in life when people are assigned partners or a group to work with. Rarely does it matter if you get along with the person or not, but what matters is the end result, no matter how it was reached within legal and ethical parameters.
If Marinette Dupain-Cheng could strangle the person who put her with Damian Wayne, then she would. Damian Wayne was, on all accounts, an entitled, arrogant bastard who had the brains and brawn to back it up, much to her chagrin. He was intelligent beyond his years, an Adonis with symmetrical features (that may or may not have influenced her new designs and sketches), and somehow had the maturity of an old wise sage and a thirteen-year-old brat all at the same time. He berated her on the little mistakes she made and poked at the contributions she made to the project in question.
It wasn't like she was a saint either. After the initial bumpy meeting, she would blow her fuse earlier than she did with her friends, and snark made its debut into her attitude. Funny enough, it only came out when she dealt with him.
They were too opposite of each other to get along, yet too similar to each other to let bygones be bygones. Both of them were bull-headed, independent, creative diverse people who work against people two or three years older than them. But where she was bubbly, he was prickly. Where he called it realism, she called it pessimism. Her idealism was his half-witted optimism. Stubborn to a fault, they both were unwilling to see the other's side. She hated him, and he hated her.
Jon was her — their, if they were being technical — only saving light in this whole fiasco. He stepped in before the arguments got too big, slinging an arm over Damian's shoulder, or asking Marinette about her latest fashion project. His smile was their saving grace, and she wondered, on more than one occasion, how he managed to put up with the asshole that was Damian Wayne.
Which brought her to her impromptu lunch with Jon in the campus cafeteria. It was not a date, thank you very much. Or at least, that's what she was telling herself and the little Adrien devil sitting on her shoulder. Jon was there to accompany Damian, and Damian was there to attempt to finish their project together.
At that moment, Damian was out buying his vegan lunch while Marinette and Jon had already found a table and were chowing down on their homemade lunches. She had almost rolled her eyes when he made a snide comment about her squished pastries, biting back a remark about how spoiled he was, buying subpar lunch at a cafeteria that jacked the prices way too high.
"Jon," she whined, slamming her head on the table. "Why, why are you friends with the démon himself?"
Jon gave her a smile, gulping down a bite of his sandwich. "Our dads are friends, and we've been friends since I was twelve. We get along."
"But why? You are like me, so how can you put up with him, but I can't?" She wanted to point at him with her chopsticks, but she could already imagine the earful she'd get from her Maman. She shuddered at the thought. Maman always knew, always.
"Why? We're two different people, so I guess opposites attract." He took another bite of his sandwich, eyeing the crowd.
She stared him down. "Let me put it this way. We," she gestured to the two of them, "we are like terms. X, if you will. Now, he is Y, which is the perpendicular to X, and by all means, should not get along. How is it that you intersect with him while Damian is like a parallel line to me?"
"Because..." He trailed off, trying to process what she said and refute it at the same time, gave up and shrugged. "I don't know. Something about getting put in near-death situations where you can only rely on the other person just does it. You learn to get along."
Marinette blinked at his unflinching smile. Dazzling, yes, and she never would have thought he talked about being in near-death situations if she hadn't heard it herself. They stared each other down. She wanted to know what he meant. He started sweating under her gaze, sandwich laid forgotten in his hands.
He looked away first. Ha.
"I think I can hear Damian calling me. I'm just going to—" He muttered and cut through the crowd like a blade in water. Not even ten seconds later, he emerged from the crowd again, dragging along a grumbling Damian behind him.
Her face twisted, pastries forgotten on the side. "How the hell did you hear Damian calling out to you?"
"Please, I could hear the both of you from a mile away." The green-eyed boy scoffed. "Maybe you should get your hearing tested."
She narrowed her eyes. "If you were listening, you would have noticed I was talking about hearing you, not—"
"Ok then." Jon interrupted, seeing the signs of a brewing argument. "How about we just chill for a bit, maybe not kill each other until the rest of the day?"
They glared at each other from the corner of their eyes and gave a solemn nod. Jon was trying to make an effort to get his friends to like each other, and they both agreed to compromise for Jon. It didn't make it any less irritating to sit with each other though.
Jon grinned. "Great! Now, I think we were in the middle of discussing our favourite heroes the last time we sat together."
Damian and Marinette groaned. If there was one other thing they agreed on, it was their mutual dislike of whatever topics Jon brought up. Specifically if it had to do with heroes.
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Marinette stretched her hands up, rolling her neck. "I think that's it. The hell project is finished."
"Yes it is." Damian cricked his neck with his hand, groaning.
Jon looked at them with puppy eyes. "Come on, it couldn't have been that bad."
"Jon, I don't know where the hell you've been for the past two hours, but this was absolute hell." She glared at the innocent boy, who answered with a blank stare.
"Save it, DC." Damian huffed, not looking up at her. Jon's face lit up at the nickname. In his eyes, it was a step forward to friendship between the stubborn geniuses. "Kent isn't going to suddenly become more aware just because you've pointed it out. You have to wait for him to come to the conclusion himself."
Jon looked like he sucked a lemon. "Hey, rude much!"
"Everything I've said was true, and you know it." Damian rolled his eyes. If she got along with the boy, she would have laughed. As it was, she settled for a minute smile. "And if we're talking about rude, then I would appreciate it if you would not insist on using my phone to talk to Dupain-Cheng between classes."
"What?" Jon's face lit up Peach pink, and she felt hers do the same. "I mean, you're the one with her phone number for the project—"
"—and it's not as if you hadn't memorised her phone number already." Damian gave her a terse nod. She stared at him. What was he doing?
Before the two stunned people could move, he stood up. "Now, if you will excuse me. I have better things to do with my time than to watch this paltry game of chicken."
They watched as he strode off, and the room was quiet. They couldn't make eye contact with each other, and their eyes were glued to the table.
Come on, Mari, she thought, new country, new university, new you.
She took a deep breath, glanced up then back down again. Nope. Couldn't do it that time. Maybe once more.
This time, she met shy blue eyes and a blinding smile.
"So..." He trailed off, phone in his hand.
Her heart fluttered, and she channeled as much Lady Noire energy as she could. "Can I have your number?"
He nodded and gave her that wonderful heartthrob smile she loved so much. She almost melted on the spot. Oh Kwami, she was doomed from the beginning.
hello and welcome back to hlmhlmn! they've exchanged phone numbers now, marriage is next— kidding. but anyways. thank you again @maribat-calendar-events for the lovely prompts and i hope you stick around <3
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Everyone's relantionship to the runaway?
(Continuing off this post)
Strap in, this is gonna be long.
Like I hinted at in the last post, I feel like Junia would have the closest and most complex relationship with Bonnie. They would bond over similar experiences, but while Junia internalized the teachings of the Sisters, Bonnie actively fought them. This would lead them to have straight-laced older sister vs rebellious little sister kind of fights as Junia tries to save whatever is left of Bonnie's faith.
Ultimately, I think having someone who lived the same life as her challenging her beliefs could help Junia get over her religious shame, and having someone who is kind and righteous but still wasn't considered good enough for the Vestals would let Bonnie know that she wasn't some rotten, bad kid.
Damian tends to be more pushy with the religious stuff and amenable to the idea that pain is good for you, but at the same time he’s very conflicted. He *chose* his burden, happily in fact, and he was an adult. The whole situation with Bonnie feels wrong and bad. He wants to help but isn’t sure how. It gets a lot better if he manages to talk to Junia, or someone more cool-headed in general, about it.
Bonnie is like a bundle of trauma triggers for Reynauld: an abandoned child, victim of religious abuse that would rather try her luck in the withered Hamlet than stay with under the Church’s gaze. He’s simultaneously distant and very protective of her. Bonnie figures knights are just all constipated like that.
Dismas doesn’t like the idea of a kid getting so close to their dangerous job, for obvious reasons. He actually complains to the Heir about it. When she doesn’t go away, he gets the habit of lecturing her about being a reckless little shit and dragging her out of trouble by the ear, if necessary. At first Bonnie thinks Dismas is mean and doesn’t like her, but eventually she figures out he’s just worried. Later on, their interactions go something like: “Go off, then, brat.” “Fuck you, asshole.” “Take care of yourself.” “You too.”
Barristan didn’t grow up in a super religious household so he’s shocked to see a little girl carry such grievous scars from physical punishment. He got a rigid education, sure, but he can’t imagine his sisters or cousins getting brutalized like that. So he decides this kid is getting her dose of pampering and fun from Uncle Barristan. He may grumble and pose when Junia says he spoils her, but he’ll wink when she turns around and Bonnie knows he’ll let her get away with anything.
Audrey encourages every bad behavior on the girl, at least according to Junia. Good girls don’t get what they want. You got to look out for yourself. And for the love of the Flame, girl, don’t get married young or get a habit of pre-drinking.
Boudica sees a lot of her younger self in Bonnie and treats her like a little warrior in the making, but still tries to instill in her the wisdom she failed to listen to in the past. Bonnie thinks Boudica is the epitome of cool and her pagan beliefs hold a lot of appeal for an ex-convent kid.
Missandei also feels a kinship to this orphan girl with a horrible past. Her way to show care is to teach her practical skills: how to wrap a wound, how to orient yourself on the battlefield, what kind of people not to trust, how to keep your equipment in top shape. Bonnie is grateful for the training, especially later in life when she starts to fight for herself.
William is the uncle with the cool dog. He’ll get on her case about getting into trouble but still be nice at the end of the day, which... shocks her?? Seeing him go “I’m not angry, just disappointed” is actually worse than taking a hit from the Mother Superior??? A moral authority that isn’t abusive and needlessly violent, what the heck is this???? And again: cool dog.
Baldwin is a bit worried that his appearance will scare the kid, but upon realizing the big tough guy is not mean at all, Bonnie would tell him that Mother Superior was much scarier (and uglier) than him and that would be that. He would read for her and try to teach her some letters. Although she’s not great at concentrating on lessons, he’s still much more successful than the vestal sisters.
Paracelsus didn’t pay too much attention to the kid, until she saw her messing around with her very dangerous, very combustible materials. And so Bonnie was forced into a Chemistry and Lab Safety 101 course that incidentally taught her how to make her first molotov cocktail.
Bonnie finds Amani intimidating at first: she’s all pretty and mysterious and tough (first baby gay crush ahoy)! Amani is very gentle to her, though, recognizing this child is a survivor just like her. She makes an effort to draw her attention away from the constant battles and disasters at the Hamlet. A kid shouldn’t worry constantly about her safety and where her next meal will come from. She tries to get her interested in music and dance, and even gets her a cute little doll from the Nomad Wagon.
Tardif thinks everybody is crazy to keep this kid around like a team mascot and tries not to get involved. Somehow he’s the one to bring up that, you know, this kid likes to set things on fire a little too much?? (Para insists that an interest in chemistry is good and healthy)
Bonnie used to be very scared of Alhazred. Running away doesn’t erase all the indoctrination about the dangers of occult magic and Alhazred has a literal monster inside him. With time, fear becomes curiosity. By the time she’s a teenager, she starts asking him questions. Alhazred is always happy to have a captive audience, especially if one is endlessly impressed by the things he’s seen and what he’s able to do.
Bigby hid away from Bonnie for the longest time, afraid he might do her harm or frighten her. The first time they really interact, Bigby has to transform to defend his friends (perhaps during Vvulf’s raid?) and Bonnie quickly realizes the beast doesn’t turn against the Hamlet’s inhabitants. She feels bad about him being so lonely and makes an effort to be nice to him afterwards.
Josephine didn’t worry about the kid until she kept finding her rummaging through her things. Bonnie gets a very stern talk about asking before touching and all the terrible things that can happen to you when you mess with an artifact that belongs to another. Overall, she’s fine with showing her wares as long as Bonnie doesn’t steal anything (otherwise she’ll cut off your thumbs).
Similarly, Bonnie is fascinated by Margaret’s musket. The loud bang, the burst of gun fire, it appeals to her. She might have been a musketeer in another lifetime, but discipline isn’t her strong suit. Margaret is happy to show her the gun (as long as she doesn’t try to take it) and give her demonstrations, but as someone who’s had a very normal life, she doesn’t know quite what to make of this girl who already went through hell and back.
Jester-Runaway relationship can be summarized as follows
Sarmenti: Hey, kid, what is going on?
Bonnie: Teenage rebellion.
Sarmenti: Fuck, yeah, stick it to the old people.
Bonnie *really* likes her uncle Sarmenti.
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Graveyard Siblings (3)
Some for revenge and some sibling bonding.
[Masterlist]
(Part 1)(Part 2)
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Adrien was next to be visited. Plagg woke him up from his sleep.
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“Kit, wake up. I want camembert.”
“Plagg, silence. You are not getting any cheese if you do that.”
“Sorry, Adrien but you are not my ‘master’ anymore.”
“Plagg? Why are you here? Where’s the ring?”
“The ring is as far away as possible and kept safely away. I am here because someone wants to talk to you.”
“Who?”
A cloaked, hooded figure stepped out of the shadows to his room.
“Kitty. My Chaton. Did you miss me?” A sweet, familiar but yet so terrifying voice came from the figure.
She pulled down the hood to reveal Ladybug with a wicked-looking black mask with white lenses.
“What am I talking about? You do miss me. Your Bugaboo. Too bad I don’t feel the same, Adrien.”
Lightning flashed and it started to rain. The mask was gone, revealing his dead classmate, Marinette with chilling red eyes. The pigtails grew longer and curved upwards, giving the illusion of her having horns. Twin blades flashed and she leaped towards him. (Damian gave them to her with some lessons in exchange for spending time with, babysitting, the kwamis.)
Adrien scrambled away from the bed in the nick of time. A sword impaling the spot where he just was.
“Plagg, help. Where is the ring? I need to transform.”
“Sorry, kitten. I am not telling you. Even if you did have the ring, it’s not going to be much help.”
“Kitty, stay still. Then, we can be together. Just like you wanted.”
Adrien continued to dodge.
“What do you mean?” He all but screamed at Plagg.
“Pigtails, here, is a vengeful spirit. She’s not going to stop until she is satisfied. How about asking her what she wants?”
“Ladybug, what do you want?”
“What I wanted was a partner I could rely on, someone I can trust with my life, someone who wouldn’t stab me in the back for his own selfish gain. I wanted a friend who would have my back and not tell me to keep quiet at the price of my mental health and my relationships with people I care about. WAS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?!”
She managed to get a cut on his left cheek.
Soon, he was on the ground, bleeding out on the round.
“Tell Hawkmoth that he better watch out. Because-” lightning struck and Plagg and Ladybug had disappeared, “his downfall is coming.” Her voice echoed through his room.
Adrien laid bleeding until Natalie opened the door after hearing a crash from the room and came to check on him. As she called an ambulance for Adrien, she wondered if it wasn’t too late to ask for redemption and be spared from Ladybug’s wrath for her part in her murder.
Adrien had the word ‘TRAITOR’ carved into his back. Forever reminding him of his crimes.
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He wasn’t in school for a week after the incident. They all were told that Adrien had an accident while fencing.
Gabriel was a little panicking now.
He hired an exorcist, (John Constantine got a hefty amount and did a few flashy magic tricks to appease Gabriel but he didn’t lift the curse Maria put on the place. She is not someone to be on the bad side of and he thinks that he can’t lift it even if he wanted to.)
Emilie gets a little sus at Gabriel when he brought this strange man with a British accent into their home after their son got attacked in his own room with security tighter than Fort Knox.
She doesn’t buy that ‘accident’ bullshit that her husband, son and even Natalie tries to sell her. She thinks it is connected to what happened while she was in a coma.
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Adrien has a curse too.
(Credit to @raeuberprinzessin for giving me an idea)
He couldn’t act like the ‘Perfect Adrien’ in public anymore. Acting more like Chat Noir at first then, later a spoiled brat. His friends thought that he was finally rebelling against his father and encouraged it a lot.
Adrien started criticizing other people, strangers at first then to the people working on the photoshoots to his fans to his other school mates, people in his class and his friends. (The curse planted ideas into his head about what he should say and he said them all without thinking about the effect it has on other people)
People started avoiding him not liking his attitude and his comments about how they should behave and change something about them because he doesn’t like it that way and guilt-tripping them when he doesn’t get his way. Even Nino started to distance himself after he saw how Adrien talked to a fan.
The public thought it was a phase but as he got progressively worse, people started despising him. Adrien doesn’t realize this of course so far, happy that his father let him get away with ‘ruining the Agreste image.’ (Gabriel was worried about a potential vengeful ghost and making sure his wife didn't know about his stint as a supervillain. There was also the fact that the Afterlife made more sales than him again and managed to get on the cover of Vogue when he should have, dammit.) He was finally able to say what he wanted to without repercussions. Until he realized when Nino and everyone else cancelled for a hangout for the third time that week that he was slowly losing his friends.
He panics and tries to fix the situation. He didn’t want to be alone again.
He talks to Nino about it and to his horror, he couldn’t stop himself from saying many things that were a little hurtful. (Second part. The moment he realizes he is going to be alone. He is going to find out that yes, lies can hurt people. He is going to see it happen firsthand.)
Nino moved seats and told Adrien that their friendship was on hold until he apologized.
Soon, nearly every time his mouth opened, lies and insults about his friends or their embarrassing secrets came spilling out. Everyone hated him now and Mme. Bustier tried to give him a reprimand about his behaviour, which when he tried to defend himself, he found himself unable to speak.
He managed to explain to his father what caused his unpopularity by writing what happened to him. Unfortunately due to his poor behaviour before the second part of the curse was activated, his fan base was dwindling and people didn’t like him anymore so there was a hit on the Gabriel brand.
He no longer has to do modeling, clearing his schedule. But no one would spend time with him.
The best solution he could do with his predicament was to keep quiet and endure the loneliness and the glares of his classmates at school. Adrien was relegated to the back and nearly everyone avoided him. He was now a social pariah.
Even Lila avoided him because of her own curse which made Adrien turn into one of her previous victims. (She also didn’t ponder why Marinette rarely appears compared to the others.)
If Adrien felt a tiny bit remorseful or guilty for making Marinette keep quiet or betraying Ladybug, he can gain a little control over what he says.
The curse can be broken if he apologizes to Maria herself or to her grave.
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The first few months, while Marinette adapted to living with the Waynes, Jason stayed over at Wayne Manor because having Maria living with him at his apartment wasn’t a good idea and he had no clue how to take care of a teenage girl.
On paper she is adopted by Bruce because Jason can’t. (Some CPS reasons.)
Making Jason a little more salty towards Bruce. “I found her first. I called dibs.”
Brought Maria to meet the other Outlaws and they adopted her too. “Hey, guys. She’s my sister first.”
Jason was the one to teach her how to shoot a gun because he was ‘the most capable’ of teaching her.
The first few months were a little tense with Marinette not fully trusting them and the same with the rest of the Batfam.
Jason warmed her up a bit to him by telling a little of why he took her here.
He was also the one to book them flight to Paris with Bruce’s credit card so she can tell her friends that she wasn’t dead in person.
They bonded more after stopping some nefarious plot in Paris while they were there. Let’s say Gentleman Ghost and something involving the catacombs in Paris. (I watched some Batman: Brave and the Bold for childhood nostalgia.)
Kwamis were animal-shaped and they were interesting creatures to be around. And very very curious.
There was a stressful day for Maria when all the Kwamis decided to play hide and seek. Damian somehow got roped into helping her as the only available person in the Manor and he will deny that he enjoyed it.
Damian is the little brother she always wanted and she is more tolerable compared to his brothers. There is also the fact that she trusts him with the kwamis and deep down, he feels super-honoured. (I just love older sister!Mari)
Tim and her being insomniac/coffee buddies. There has been many many interventions to stop this.
I get that Marinette is this selfless person and loves making people happy but she has siblings now and them eating the stuff she made for herself to enjoy, should get on her nerves after a while.
She makes a box with booby-traps in which she puts in her cookies and food.
There are many different layers of traps because this is the Batfam and each of them is non-lethal and more ridiculous.
Okay, I once read a fic about Marinette making a bear-trap style box to hide the Miracle Box so this box is also like that but kept for food. (Traps and Sneaks by quicksilversquared)
Someone (I vote a hungry Dick or Jason, maybe a suspicious Bruce) made a mistake of putting their hand into the box and the first trap activated.
Screams filled the house.
Everyone came down including Marinette.
Bruce asked, “Who did this?”
“It was me.”
“Why?”
“They kept eating the cookies.”
“There are other ways to stop them from doing that you know like a ‘Do Not Touch’ sign not a death trap box.”
“They are non-lethal.”
Bruce locked it away but Tim later stole it to tweak it and store his coffee.
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(Part 4)
#graveyard siblings#maribat#ml x dc#mlb x dc#adrien salt#adrien bashing#platonic jasonette#platonic daminette
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Um... I think I made a BatFam AU while half-asleep...
Ok so, I wake up, and it seems last night I wrote out a messy explanation of a story that I just might have to write now... but I've read literally one Batman comic (Death in the Family), and all my knowledge comes from either YouTube, Wikis, and stories on AO3...
Hyperfixation is fun, isn't it?
Anyway, here's a copy-paste of what I wrote in my half-asleep state at around 2:00 last night (note, the doc itself is simply titled "C'mon. You Know."):
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Tireeeeed let’s do this
Okay so
AU: No superheroes. Bruce Wayne is just a rich dude who starts taking in orphans because reasons.
First up was Dick Grayson, who he adopted when he was 9.
7 years later, he added 13-year-old Jason Todd.
3 years later, 12-year-old Tim Drake.
2 years later, 14-year-old Cassie Cain.
And finally, 2 years after that, he learned of and gained custody of his only biological son: 10-year-old Damian Wayne.
Only a year after Damian joined the family though, Brucie boy died, presumably in a “tragic accident”, but it’s quickly revealed that someone’s altered his will, leaving his kids with none of the family’s fortune; not even their home.
Dick, who’d moved out a few years ago, now has custody of his 3 youngest siblings, and only a small, 2-bedroom house in Blüdhaven to care for them in.
Jason, who for a variety of reasons had run away at 15, and had stayed away for the most part, reluctantly agrees to move in Full House style to help Dick, while all the siblings work with their ex-butler/grandfather figure Alfred, and family-friends Jim and Babs Gordon to figure out the mystery of their father’s death and will.
Tensions run high, Dick’s having a breakdown, Jay’s struggling to Dad (verb), Tim’s gay and spiralling, Cass struggles with speech, and Dami’s emotionally stunted. Yay!
So we got:
Dick, 24-year-old officer of the BPD. Adopted at 9 years old after losing his parents in a circus act gone wrong, Dick stayed with Bruce until he was 18, when after a heated argument he left for college. He made up with his father over the next couple years and stayed in contact, often visiting him and his siblings.
Jason, 21-year-old, works part-time at a gym in Crime Alley, Gotham City. Adopted when he was 13, after several years of living on the streets after his step-mother’s death by overdose and his father’s “peace out” moment. Discovered the identity of his birth-mother, ran away to go find her because teen angst and increasing fights with Bruce, then she was found dead a week later (her ex was charged and found guilty) and while Jay couldn’t be found, much of the blood at the crime scene was his. Then, randomly, he contacted his family again 4 years later, at 19. Didn’t move back in, and things were quite tense between him and Bruce, but still hung out with his siblings outside the home (though he was angry at Tim at first, for being adopted less than a year after his “death” and "replacing" him).
Tim, 17-year-old honours student. Adopted when he was 12, but actually started hanging around the house a little before that, as Dick was tutoring him after school. This helped both Dick, and Bruce to discover how neglectful and emotionally abusive his parents were, and Bruce literally had to sue for custody for this kid. He won.
Cassie, another 17-year-old. Adopted at 14, she’d been on the streets much like Jason had, but of her own volition… to a point. She was scarred after seeing her father do… something, when she was only 8 years old (she’s repressed so hard that even she doesn’t remember exactly what), and so ran away. This thing traumatized her so much that she lost her ability to speak for years, and has only just started learning to talk again. Instead, she usually uses ASL.
And Damian, an 11-year-old ball of politeness, good manners, and pure, unadulterated rage. He was born nine-months after his mother date-raped his father, and was raised in quite an… odd way, by said mother and her father. Long and short of it: crime family, but not a close one. He rarely if ever actually saw his mother, and when he did she wasn’t overly affectionate. He spent most of his early days being groomed to be his grandfather’s heir, only for their entire organization to be captured by police when he was 10. It was now when the emotionally stunted, spoiled brat was put into his father’s custody.
Main issues:
-Dickie boy stressed ooooooouut, gotta be a breadwinner and keep his siblings together and safe
-Jaybird technically never made up with Bruce; they’d actually made plans to get together and talk things out, but then, y’know, death
-Timmy, poor thing, is balancing school, work at Wayne Enterprises, and investigating the case of his father’s death, and has seemingly forgotten what sleep is. Adding on the fact that Bruce being dead means his (granted, chosen) role as heir to the company seems much more real (even despite the fake will, he's confident he'll figure it out and find the real one), he’s not doing all that great
-Cassie, sweetheart, has been emotionally traumatized for years, and now just has more trauma to add to that with Bruce being dead. She’s getting better, but struggling
-Dami, baby bird, is filled with more rage than usual, and is endlessly worried about all the animals in his “zoo”; Alfred remains at the manor (though he has not met his new employer), for the sole purpose of making sure they stay fed, watered, bathed, and more or less cared for.
So, to sum up, Dick’s working to support them and trying his best, Jay’s Dad-ing while Dick’s at work since his hours are more flexible, Tim hasn’t slept in years, Cass needs therapy and hugs, and Damian has a growing army of stuffed animals to fill the gaping hole in his life where his zoo used to be (since he could only bring Titus and Alfred the Cat with him to Bludhaven).
Will they be able to figure out who had their father killed and get their family legacy back?
Hell if I know, I haven’t written it yet. Probably. Get off my back.
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So, long story short, I seem to have issues, but this is happening now apparently.
Not right now though, Ima go play Minecraft.
#batfam#batfam au#au#no heroes au#bruce wayne#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#cassandra cain#damian wayne#alfred pennyworth#bat bros#kill me#why do i do these things#hyperfixation#i'm hyperfixating#can you tell?#ok ima go play minecraft now#bye
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Title: A Hindering Hand
Type: Fanfic, crossposted to AO3 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/27270097)
Status: Complete. Chapter: 1/1.
Fandom: DC/Batman
Rating: T
Warnings: Language.
Beta: No beta we die like Jason Todd and also Damian
Pairings: None.
Word Count: 4k+
Genre: Humour/Comedy
Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Stephanie Brown, Damian Wayne.
Summary: When Dick is refused the opportunity to coddle Damian, he decides to lavish his other siblings with his questionably helpful assistance. They are palpably ungrateful.
Excerpt:
Damian didn’t answer the first time, so Jason made use of his annoying gene(s) and called him over and over until he picked up.
“Todd,” Damian snarled, “I am at school. I realise that you were incapable of finishing your formal education but-”
“Your fucking Dick of a brother broke into my apartment and re-decorated my living room.” Jason informed him.
”You have got to be kidding me.”
Jason stared at what used to be his perfectly clean kitchen; now a hollowed out shell of its former self. Cabinet doors were thrown open, his carefully organised supplies haphazardly shuffled around. Every single counter and parts of the floor was covered in flour, cocoa, and something wet and heretofore unidentified. He didn’t even want to look closer at the stove or the sink, both filled with sticky, clearly misused, pots and pans. There was a smell hanging in the air, the same one that had set his inner alarm bells off when he entered the apartment: burnt sugar and something that smelled suspiciously like rotten fruit.
Jason took a deep breath to stop himself from just whipping out his guns and shooting at the mess. It would be cathartic, but ultimately unhelpful. Instead, he fished his phone out of his front pocket and thumbed through his contacts.
He got through two rings before the line opened.
“He got you too?” Tim said on the other end. His tone reminded Jason of Bruce, which was usually a clear indication that Tim was fucking done.
“How can he be this useless?” Jason ground out.
“He was raised by Alfred.”
“So was I. And you.”
“Fine. He was spoiled by Bruce.”
“uh-huh,” Jason agreed, daring to move into his living room. Thankfully, the carnage hadn’t spread there, though there was an oven pan, placed strategically in the middle of his coffee table. The contains looked like what Jason imagined “dubious food” in Zelda looked like in real life.
“I have to stop hanging out with you,” he told Tim.
“Why?”
“I just made a video game reference in my head.”
“Which game?”
“Not the point.”
“I mean-” Tim began, but before he got any further into arguing why the specific game was “of import” to the discussion -fucking dweeb -Jason cut him off:
“I’m going to kill him.”
Tim was quiet for a moment.
“What did he do exactly?”
“Hi Little Wing,” Jason recited from the note that had been stuck underneath his brand new fucking oven pan Dick you bastard that was expensive. “I made you some brownies!” Jason stopped to look closer at the brown sludge that he was pretty sure was stuck to the bottom of his new pan. Martha herself recommended it, Dick goddammit. “I hope they turned out all right! Don’t work too much! D.”
There was a pause.
“Did they turn out all right?” asked Tim.
“No,” Jason gritted his teeth, “No, they did not.”
“He’s really on a spree this week.”
“Yeah?” Jason muttered absently, poking at the sludge with his gloved finger. It jiggled. Somehow, that made everything so much worse.
“Mm,” Tim said, and Jason could hear the tapping of computer keys in the background which meant that he had about 30% of Tim’s attention. “He hit Cass and Steph a few days ago. I guess since Cass is staying there when she’s in town he thought it was two for one. Tried to do their laundry.”
“Why haven’t they killed him?”
“They’re working on big drug bust. So, no time.”
“Well I have time.” Jason groused, already trying to reorganize his plans for the evening. He would need at least three hours to repair the damage Dick had done to his kitchen.
“Good,” Tim said, his voice cold, “because so do I.”
Jason stopped trying to figure out how many new appliances he would need to buy to focus for a moment.
“What did he do to you?”
Tim was silent for a long while, then:
“He tried to clean my apartment.”
Jason shuddered. On one hand, he understood the compulsion. His replacement’s usual idea “clean” was “nothing hazardous is currently growing somewhere”. Still, the only thing worse than Dick trying to clean was Bruce trying to clean. Or cook. Or do laundry. Or vacuum. The Batman he may be, but Jason had never met a more incompetent homemaker in his life. Once, Bruce had tried to dust a little and they had to call the fire department.
“And?” He prompted.
“He moved everything,” Tim said, deceptively calm, “and threw out at least thirty-four irreplaceable things.”
Oh shit. There was a reason why Jason stomped down the urge to clean Tim’s apartment. He once moved an old magazine when the younger boy wasn’t even there and the next day he got received three upset calls and a computer virus for his trouble.
“He re-organised my desk. My cases. My clues.” Tim continued to rattle off. “And he didn’t even manage to clean properly. I’m pretty sure he tried to scrub my TV with vinegar.”
Jason bit his lip to keep from laughing. Looks like Tim got it worse.
“Shut up,” said Tim grouchily.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You were laughing at me.”
How-
Jason’s hand clenched around the phone.
“I told you to stop putting cameras in my apartment.”
Tim snorted.
“So find them and take them down. Think of it as practice,” he said, lilting the word “practice” in the same way Bruce usually did.
“You’re such a creeper.”
“Says the murderous crime lord.”
“At least I’m not a stalker.”
“Have you checked your bottom cabinets yet?”
Jason stilled at the sudden change of subject.
“Why?”
“Looks like the re-organising urge lived on.”
Oh, he had better fucking not.
Jason stepped back into his kitchen and, with the care of someone opening a bomb case, edged open the door to his pots- and pans cabinet. He came face to face with his toaster, nestled between a pasta drainer and three boxes of cereal that he had not owned this morning. It was the sugary shit too.
“Son of a-”
“I think he put your spatulas in the fridge,” Tim said cheerily. Jason was going to wring his little neck. Right after he had stomped on Dick until the unbridled rage in his chest went away.
“This is why I don’t want any contact with this family for-”
“You know why he’s doing this right?” Tim queried lightly. Jason frowned.
“I don’t keep track of the family gossip, pretender. I have better things to do with my time.”
Tim made an offended noise at being called “pretender”.
“Fine. Then why don’t you try to make him stop and call me when he’s tried to clean your guns?”
Jason rolled his eyes. The dramatics, honestly. Bruce 2.0.
“Why is he doing this, Tim?” He asked reluctantly.
Tim sniffed.
“Damian told Dick that he wasn’t needed at the moment, which was the little brat’s way of trying to get Dick to take some time to de-stress, but obviously Dick took this to mean that Damian has cast him aside and considers him a bad parental figure.”
Jason spent a good few seconds rethinking the whole “moving back to Gotham” idea. He could just… leave and never talk to this insane family ever again. It was entirely doable. Just, one little call to Roy and hasta la vista you absolute nutjobs.
He sighed.
“So we have to talk to the demon child?” He asked tiredly.
“Yeah pretty much.”
“I still think my first plan was better.”
“If you kill Dick, the family will never leave you alone.”
That was a surprisingly good point. Dammit.
“Can I punch him a little?”
“I’d encourage it.”
“Hey,” said Jason suspiciously, “just what are you planning to do him exactly?”
“Honestly?” Tim replied. “I’m going to send a false tip to the department of Agriculture, fabricate evidence, and make them recall his favourite cereal.”
Jesus fucking Christ this family was a pizza bagel of crazy with a sociopath topping.
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It took them a while to track down Robin during patrol, and when they managed to find him they were met with immediate resistance. Which, taking into consideration who they were, wasn’t all that surprising.
“Calm down.” Red Hood said placatingly while he jumped out of range from Robin’s swords. “We just wanted to talk to you about N-”
He dodged a batarang that was clearly aimed at his throat. Add psychopath topping to that pizza bagel.
“Would you knock it off,” Red Robin snarled, spinning out of the way when Robin spun to aim a kick at his stomach.
Hood seized the opportunity and darted in to restrain the tiny beast that, let’s be real, was absolute proof that Bruce should not be allowed to procreate.
Robin thrashed in his hold for a good three minutes before he finally settled down, glaring murderously at Red.
“What do you want?” Robin spat. Even when Hood could feel him literally vibrating with supressed rage, he still kept perfect syntax. No abbreviations here. Little freak.
“We need you to call N,” Red said. He looked a little ruffled and more than a little miffed.
“I will do no such thing,” Robin sniffed.
“Think again,” Hood said in his ear, letting his voice drop into a menacing tone.
“Look,” Red Robin said. His hair was sticking up at the back after the struggle and he looked real fed up with this. Hood could relate. “N is running himself ragged trying to prove he’s a good parent or something and you need to make him quit before he injures himself.”
Robin stilled.
“What would Grayson be doing that would cause him such stress?”
“He’s cooking,” Hood drawled.
“And cleaning,” Red added.
Robin’s whole body tensed.
“I will take care of it.” He declared imperiously.
Hood looked at Red, who shrugged. Yeah, good enough, I guess.
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It was not good enough, he guessed, Jason realised as he took in what used to be his living room, but was now a cut out of a living room no one would ever willingly ”live” in from Garishly Tasteless Designs Magazine. He had his phone up and dialling before his eyes had even swept up the full length of the dirt-yellow curtains. It took a while to get the full effect of them, because he kept getting distracted by the frills and the suspiciously Nightwing-esque pattern.
“Yeah?” Tim answered on the other end of the line. His voice said he was knee deep in something and wasn’t really paying attention. Probably his revenge plan, which Jason was seeing in a whole new light right now.
“He redecorated.” Jason’s voice was so low it was almost a growl.
There was a pause.
“It didn’t stop?” Tim sounded much more alert and aware this time.
“No it did I just went out and bought this lime green couch myself from Blind, Bath and Beyond,” Jason snapped. He heard Tim groan into the receiver.
“But we even talked to Damian,” his replacement whined. Like he had anything to complain about. His living room didn’t have- was that a fucking Billy the Bass? Jason was going to shove his guns so far-
“I’m calling the brat,” Jason ground out before hanging up and redialling. Damian didn’t answer the first time, so Jason made use of his annoying gene(s) and called him over and over until he picked up.
“Todd,” Damian snarled, “I am at school. I realise that you were incapable of finishing your formal education but-”
“Your fucking Dick of a brother broke into my apartment and re-decorated my living room.” Jason informed grimly.
“He- you must be mistaken.”
“Look, kid, there aren’t a lot of things I know, what with my not completing my formal education and all, but if there is one thing I will never unlearn it’s how to spot Dick Grayson’s fucking taste in fabrics.”
“I see.”
No, you little shit. You don’t see. Jason was the one who was cursed with seeing this absolute monstrosity of a- was that crystal?!
“You said you were handling it,” Jason reminded him, firmly putting his back to the living room. Looking at it was bad for his blood pressure.
“I do not understand.” Damian said seriously. “I specifically told Grayson to stop bothering you and go back to Blüdhaven where he could be of use.”
Oh. Oh Damian. Jason resisted the urge to smack the phone into his face. Sometimes Damian’s age and social inexperience really shone through. Jason took a deep breath to keep from screaming.
“Listen, Damian.” Jason said carefully. “Dick is feeling a little neglected right now, and what he needs, what we asked you to do, was to start hanging out with him again.”
“-tt-” Damian was probably rolling his eyes. Jason could have Tim check later, he was sure the little creep had cameras in every building in the city. “That is preposterous!”
“No,” Jason said dangerously, “it’s not. So now would you just call him and tell him you need help with your homework or something?”
It was truly a testament to Jason’s level of desperation that he was willing to be this nice and patient.
“Grayson needs to rest-”
“Just FUCKING CALL HIM!!”
Ok, so there was a limit to that patience. Oh well, he was only human. Damian, however, apparently thought that this was one indignity too far because the call disconnected.
Jason glanced behind him and immediately regretted it. Porcelain figurines. Oh, how he missed the days when he was a big-name villain, and the only thing Dick did was fight him.
In the corner, a cuckoo clock struck seven and a tiny robin popped out and chirped at him. Jason’s vision blurred with sickly green for a moment.
Yeah, he was staying in a safe house tonight.
-
It took for days of no progress and Tim having his entire coffee-stash replaced with decaf (“cheap decaf, Jason. Low-level, buy in bulk decaf.”) before they threw in the towel and went to the manor.
The estate looked as menacing to him now as it had when Jason first saw it as a little kid from Crime Alley. It probably always would, no matter how many times he was back.
If Tim was feeling apprehensive, it didn’t show. He just looked grumpy, like a particularly displeased cat. His replacement rapped his knuckles on the door and stepped back to cross his arms, frowning. He looked very intimidating. Like a squirrel with an anger management problem.
The door swung open to reveal Steph, dressed in a t-shirt that Jason was pretty sure wasn’t supposed to be a splotchy pale blue. Her jeans looked new.
“He’s not here,” Steph told them in a biting tone.
“Who?” Tim asked.
“Dick. Though for the record we have to come up with a new name for him because ‘Dick’ is going to be real ironic soon.”
And whoa, Steph did know how to look properly intimidating.
“What’d he do?” Jason asked her.
Stephanie stepped back to let them inside.
“There was an incident with a waffle iron,” she said icily.
“He tried to cook?” Tim guessed, taking off his shoes.
“He tried to laminate.” Steph corrected. Tim grimaced.
“Is Damian here?”
Steph snorted.
“Damian is useless. We need to strike back.” She lowered her voice, her eyes cold. “And strike hard.”
Damn, if this continued, Dick wouldn’t even be allowed back into Gotham. Actually, yeah he would. Only Batman could bar people from entering Gotham, apparently. Because Bruce was only one with any rights around here, that fucking-
He was getting off subject. Also, not paying attention.
“-alking to Dick,” Tim was saying, “trying to talk to him is a good way to make this worse.”
“I wasn’t suggesting we talk to him.” Steph said, cracking her knuckles. Tim looked unimpressed, which frankly impressed Jason a little. Stephanie was scary. Not Batman scary but-
Hang on.
“Hang on,” Jason said, holding his hand up for emphasis, “Batman is the only one who can bar someone from coming to Gotham.”
“What the hell is your point, zombie boy?” Steph asked, crossing her arms.
“We don’t need to redirect Dickies attention back to Damian. We just need to redirect it. To someone.” Jason grinned at them and it probably only looked about 30% insane. “Someone with the power to stop him.”
Understanding dawned on Stephanie and Tim’s faces.
“Someone who deserves to have his clothes ruined,” Steph whispered reverently.
“Someone who has time to redecorate because he doesn’t have a job,” Tim added gleefully, “someone who flounces into board meetings too late and does nothing.”
“Exactly.”
-
Tracking down Nightwing turned out to be the easiest thing they’d had to do so far. He didn’t even try to avoid them.
“Hey guys!” N smiled cheerily at them as if he hadn’t spent the last two weeks putting them through some kind of Donna Reed inspired psychological torture.
“Nightwing.” Red Robin greeted coldly and, yeah, in costume the replacement could totally pull off intimidating.
“Whoa, what’s with the murder faces?” Nightwing said, stepping off the ledge he’d been standing on and walking closer.
Hood crossed his arms.
“You’ve been busy lately,” he commented and even the helmet couldn’t filter away the unvoiced insult at the end.
“I guess?” N replied. “Did you like the brownies?”
Hood tried to remember that they weren’t here to beat him senseless. Based on Spoiler’s clenched fists it seemed like he wasn’t the only one struggling with that.
“N,” Red Robin said with the calm voice he usually reserved for interrogating suspects, “we appreciate you trying to… help us.” On “help us” Red’s voice broke through the calm and straight into “I’m going to kill you and bury you in store-brand decaf coffee” territory. “But we really are doing fine on our own.”
Nightwing pursed his lips.
“You are all working so hard-” he started, but Red cut him off.
“Yes, and that’s why we appreciate it. But we’re actually worried about someone else, who needs your help a lot more than we do.”
Nightwing paused and Hood could almost see the gears in his head whirring.
“Who? Damian?”
“Not Damian,” Red said, because they all knew it wouldn’t work to say it was Damian, “B.”
Nightwing crossed his arms.
“You think B needs help?”
And here was the fragile part of their plan. Hood cleared his throat.
“B,” he said, trying to keep his tone civil, “works himself to the bone and he doesn’t accept help from any of us.”
“He has Alfie though,” N argued.
“Alfie is busy taking care of Damian, since you’re not helping him as much anymore.” Spoiler rebutted. And damn, blondie, good answer.
“We struggle too,” Red said, “but we help each other, right guys?”
“Uh-huh,” Spoiler agreed.
“Right.” Hood lied, thankful that the helmet veiled his eyeroll.
“You guys help each other out,” Nightwing said with obvious disbelief. “You.”
“Red is always helping me with cases,” Spoiler said, “and studies and stuff too. And I help him with staying alive and acting like a human.”
Red nodded.
“And Red and I work together on cases,” Hood said truthfully.
“And sometimes Hood makes sure I eat and stuff,” Red added, “and I help him with security.”
“They also hang out and play video games and watch nerdy movies,” Spoiler revealed. The little snitch.
“Really?” Nightwing said, looking between the three of them. “That’s great!” He shuffled around a little. “So, you guys don’t need me either, huh?”
Oh god. Oh dear god it was the voice. The patented Richard Grayson sad-and-feeling-neglected voice. The voice that could inspire shame and guilt in the most hard boiled criminal. At least he was wearing the mask so he couldn’t give them the accompanying puppy eyes.
“Well,” Spoiler said and Hood could see her wavering. She didn’t have the years of experience needed to withstand Dick’s manipulation.
“But B does!” Tim exclaimed, dragging Spoiler to stand behind him. Good move.
“And the little brat too, even though he doesn’t admit it.” Hood added.
Nightwing bit his lip.
“Look,” Red’s voice was genuine now, “we all really do appreciate it, but B and Dami need your help more. And frankly, the last time I saw B he looked dead on his feet. We’re all good. But he isn’t. He sleeps less than I do.”
Maybe that was even true. Huh. Were they doing B a solid here?
Wait, no. No they weren’t. It was recommended by Martha, Dick you absolute menace.
“Ok, I hear you.” N said solemnly. “I just wanted to help out.”
Martha. Think about Martha.
“We know,” Red said, patting N on the back. It was really awkward. “Did I tell you B has started eating power bars for dinner?”
“Wait, seriously?” Nightwing looked disturbed. “That’s so bad for you.”
“Yeah,” Hood said as if he hadn’t watched Red do that at least three dozen times, “he’s really setting a bad example for li’l D, isn’t he?”
He thought Red might have done the wave if he could have. Hood certainly wanted to give himself the wave for that stroke of genius.
“Okay, I know you guys are manipulating me,” Nightwing told them drily. Shit. “But you have a point.” Oh thank Jesus.
N stretched.
“Well,” he said, “I’m going to make sure B doesn’t kill himself. And yes, I’ll stop helping you guys.” He shook his head. “You three should really open up more, you know?”
They nodded, because at this point they would do anything to make him stop “helping out”.
Red cleared his throat.
“So, good luck, uhm...”
Nightwing grinned.
“I’ll stop, but you all have to give me a hug before I leave.”
Fuck.
N pounced on Red like a jaguar on a gazelle, completely ignoring the scandalised (and very undignified) “meep” Red let out. Hood turned around, ready to make a run for it.
“If you leave before a hug I’ll make you dinner next time!” Nightwing called cheerfully, still holding onto Red Robin like he was a life vest.
Triple fuck.
Hood sighed. The things you do to not have your living room secretly re-decorated.
-
As awful as it was to get cuddled by Nightwing, it was all worth it about a week later, when Tim climbed in through his living room window for their bi-weekly movie night. This week: when the great go bad- The Godfather 3, X-Men: The Last Stand, and Matrix Reloaded and Revolutions.
“I see you got rid of the ruffles,” Tim remarked.
“You didn’t see that on your stalker cam?”
“I’ve been busy watching Bruce lately.”
“Oh?” Jason prompted, putting the pizza boxes on the coffee-table.
“He tried to call me five times today,” Tim said. He walked over and got two beers out of the fridge.
Jason sniggered.
“It’s that bad?”
“He’s only got one target now. B is about to break.”
“Tell me more, tell me more,” Jason said, making himself comfortable on his new -fucking stylish thank you very much -couch. “Like, did he do something to his car?”
“I can’t believe you just made a Grease reference, you absolute nerd,” Tim commented flatly.
“Musicals are cool,” Jason told him. Because it was true and he would fight anyone who said otherwise.
“Was Olivia Newton John your childhood crush or something?”
“Who’s to say it wasn’t Travolta?”
Tim gave him a deadpan stare.
“Because,” he said drily, “unlike Dick, you actually have taste.”
Jason mulled that over.
“Touché." He shrugged. "Now tell me about B.”
Tim looked up from where he was connecting his computer to the TV and grinned sharply.
“You want to experience what the Germans call ‘Schadenfreude’?”
“Hell yeah I do.”
Tim hit a key on his laptop and the Cave flickered into view on Jason’s TV. At least, he thought it was the cave.
“Is that?”
“He re-decorated the cave.” Tim laughed. It was not a nice laugh. Jason approved.
On the screen, Bruce had just entered through the door to the storage area and was making his way to the computer. Trailing after him with a plate of questionable looking sandwiches was Dick. Jason nabbed a beer from the coffee table and leaned back against the couch.
“Oh we are so watching this tonight. Sofia can wait.”
“I made a compilation of the past week,” Tim said smugly, picking up the other beer and folding himself into Jason’s new armchair. It was beige and, most importantly, neither pea-green nor suede.
On screen Bruce collapsed into his new, avant-garde office chair and put his head in his hands while Dick chatted pleasantly in his ear.
“You know,” Tim said thoughtfully while Dick re-arranged Bruce’s files, “sometimes I think he’s being purposefully bad at this.”
“Why?”
“Oh just,” Tim reached for the pizza and Jason handed him the box, “whenever he starts doing this, we all have to interact with each other to make him stop. Like how you and I only started hanging out to begin with because he kept breaking into our safe houses to make ‘breakfast’. Well, that and that time he gave you a haircut in you sleep.”
Jason stilled with his beer halfway to his mouth.
“He…”
Oh god.
“That’s totally what he’s doing isn’t it?”
Tim looked at him over his slice of pepperoni.
“Yeah, probably.”
Jason slammed his bear down on the table.
“THAT SNEAKY FUCKING BASTARD!”
Jason glared at Tim, the proof of Dick's successful manipulation. He didn't even like the replacement. Why the hell was he hanging out with him? Stupid, meddling big brothers who ruin your life.
"It's okay," Tim reached over and patted his hand, "I just confirmed that they're taking his cereal off the shelves this week."
And yeah, that made it a little better, actually.
"I still don't like you." He told Tim.
"I know. Wanna watch Bruce find out that Dick redid his wardrobe?"
"Yeah ok," Jason grumbled. Maybe, he admitted to himself only, the replacement wasn't all bad.
The screen zoomed in on Bruce's expression as he came face to face with a sequined suit.
Yeah, Jason thought, taking another sip of beer, not all bad.
#fanfic#batfamily fanfic#batfam fic#pov:#jason todd#humor#tim drake#dick grayson#damian wayne#Stephanie Brown#special appearance:#Bruce Wayne#rated t#for language#4k+ words#1-5k#oneshot
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Damian isn't a foil for Tim they are the same. Damian had to prove himself2gain Robin. He was already in Gotham working as a solo hero b4 Bruce's death. He proved himself by helping batfam. risking his life2save Tim from dying before he became Robin. He had2earn the right2 be allowed2continue living, to work hard2be accepted by both his parents&his sibling besides Dick. Damian didn't know love could be unconditional till he met Dick. His mum disowned him&had clones as backup+Bruce rejected him
I think some people are getting stuck on Damian's journey rather than considering what the characters represent at the moment of Damian's initial introduction, which is the starting point of their co-journey. Also getting stuck on my use of "unconditional love/respect" in that particular post, when it was kinda supposed to be in conjunction with the other traits - "inherent birthright" and "nature."
I phrase it "unconditional love/respect" because Tim would think of it as having to earn love and Damian would think of it as being owed respect, but they're connected concepts.
Damian, upon first arrival, is very secure in the idea that he deserves respect - not just that, but he deserves more respect than other people. While he's clear Talia is often too busy for him, he's still very clear that he doesn't feel un-respected by her: mother would fight me if I asked, mother would let me do what I want, mother would buy me what I asked for. He's intentionally written to be spoiled.
He believes less in "unconditional love" as we understand it, and more that he automatically meets the criteria for unconditional respect himself. Not as a general rule owed to everyone, but as something specific to him. And early on, we see a version of Talia who is very tolerant of and even loving towards Damian, despite him being such a brat.
"Just do your best" just, quite frankly, isn't the sort of dialog that would be allotted to any other member of the League of Assassins. Damian is given this special treatment because this is a Good Mom Talia writer, and also Ra's al Ghul has need of Damian as a soon-to-be vessel. Damian is led to believe he's special, because Ra's needs Damian's body unharmed no matter how much he acts up, and this version Talia just... loves her son.
I say this version... because there are versions of Talia who are Bad Moms, so whether or not Damian realistically believes he's loved... kinda depends on the writer. And certainly, that trust and belief in his unconditional love and respect is fully and truly broken when Talia betrays him. It was there though, regardless of any later betrayal that changed the way Damian saw himself and the world, though some writers have retroactively made Talia a worse parent in his early years.
Damian's world is effectively turned upside down. He ends up having to work for everything, hence my saying Tim and Damian both end up believing in a meritocracy, but this is where Damian (and Tim) is both right and wrong: he IS owed loved, but he DOES have to earn the respect of others. He can't just act like an asshole and expect other people to like or respect him. Damian's circumstances just change, and he develops new belief systems.
This is character growth. It's not necessarily positive character growth initially, but with Dick's help, Damian does eventually reach an equilibrium. It's a good character arc.
Foils don't need to be polar opposites. In fact, being similar is very common, because it highlights their differences all the more. Tim and Damian both think Bruce loves the other more, which causes them to fight, and WHY they think that is what makes them foils. What they bring out in each other makes them foils. How their differences highlight who they are.
Tim and Damian each start to believe in the other's side, but in all the wrong ways ("I will never be as good as So-And-So because I can't meet X criteria"), so when I say Tim represents This and Damian represents That, we're really just talking about where they begin, because their stances fluctuate with their narrative journeys.
#figures the minute i realize i never opened my asks#my first ask is someone telling me im wrong#i was an english major i WILL BE PUTTING IT TO USE#honestly inconsistent characterization across comics does make these discussions somewhat Difficult#but i standby what i said and the foil-ness of these two towards each other feels very intentional#at least in the comic where they first meet
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Marinette Dupain-Cheng and her Secretive Life
Third Person POV:
Marinette Dupain-Cheng is a girl who has had a very secretive life. It all started when she was four years old. When she was four, an assassination team came to her home and tried to kill her. They failed but she had to leave her home to stay safe. After leaving her home she was sent to Paris with two guards who were married and wanted a child. After getting to Paris she had to keep a secret to keep herself safe from assassins, that was the only secret she ever had until she went to school. Once she got to the age where she could go to school her guardians told her she and her best friend Chloe must act like they hate each other. The girls agreed on Chloe pretending to be a mean girl and her bullying Marinette. Years later once Marinette was 14, she got yet another secret to uphold. That secret was being Ladybug, although she made sure to tell Chloe for Chloe was her only friend who knew about all of Marinette's secrets. A day later Chloe's childhood friend Adrien Agreste came to school, Marinette already had a crush on a boy named Damian but he lived in Gotham City and he wasn't capable of protecting her. Once Adrien came to school, Marinette's Guardians, Tom and Sabine, told her she must pretend to have a crush on the boy. In order to make Marinette and Chloe's false hatred for each other more believable, Chloe pretended to have a crush on the boy as well. These are only a few of Marinette's secrets, but these few and all of the others get revealed because of one small trip back to Marinette's home.
Marinette's POV:
I woke up at 5:00 am again and like always I couldn't go back to sleep. I got up and took a shower. After my shower I put on a white crop top, some leggings and my black doc martens.
My outfit:
I put my hair in a high ponytail and went downstairs to get some breakfast. By the time I was done with my breakfast and all the way ready for school it was 6:00 am. I decided that because I still had two and a half hours before I had to start heading to school and be late I should go for a walk and hang out with Chloe until I had to go. Now I know what you're thinking, me Marinette Dupain-Cheng hanging out with Chloe Bourgeois??? Well despite what everyone thinks and what we've made them think. Me and Chloe have known each other since birth and have been best friends for as long as we can remember. Anyways so once I walked from the bakery to Chloe's hotel I took out my phone and texted her.
Maribug:
-Hey do you want to hang out before school? I have nothing to do for the next two hours.
Queenie:
Sure, I have nothing to do either. Plus I miss hanging out with you. Meet me outside my hotel in- five minutes.
Maribug:
-Lol, way ahead of you already. I got to your hotel before I even started texting you.
Queenie:
Damn, how are you always ahead of me?-
Maribug:
-I'm always ahead of you because I've known you my whole life and you're really predictable.
Queenie:
Oh, oh okay.-
Imma meet you outside now then.-
Maribug has signed off.
Two minutes later Chloe walked out of the hotel and we started heading towards the park.
"I miss hanging out with you, like Sabrina is just boring and she does everything I say even if I mostly don't want her to."
"Damn Queenie, I mean I bet Sabrina would be a lot more fun if you just asked her not to do anything you said and told her the truth. I mean I'm fine with her knowing about the fact that we've known each other our whole lives."
"Oh you know what, that's a really good idea Imma do that later. Thanks for the idea Maribug."
"I always have the best ideas and you know it."
"Alright that's true."
We got to the park and sat down on a bench near the fountain. We started talking about everything going on in our personal lives. Eventually it was 8:00 and Chloe had to go so she started walking to school while I started taking the long way so that I would get there at 8:30 while she would get there at 8:15 and school started at 8:20 so nobody would be suspicious.
Adrien's POV:
I woke up at 6:00 and decided to go walk around and go to the park. I was wearing a black hoodie, white ripped jeans, and all black Nike Blazers. I walked to the park and was shocked with what I saw. I saw Chloe and Marinette sitting on a bench, talking, and LAUGHING!!!!!!!! I thought Chloe and Marinette hated each other. I then decided to just ask them about it at school during lunch. Eventually it was 8:00 so I started going to school and I saw Chloe there already but Marinette was nowhere to be seen. I walked to class and for some reason Marinette was late.
"Sorry I'm late Ms.Bustier I overslept again." Marinette said, looking at Ms.Bustier with an apologetic face.
But she didn't oversleep, I SAW HER AT THE PARK AT SIX IN THE MORNING!!!!!!!!!! THAT IS NOT OVERSLEEPING!!!!!!!!!!!!! Eventually it was lunch time and I asked Chloe to wait in the classroom and did the same with Marinette.
"So why did you want to talk to me?" They asked at the same time.
Then they looked at the other and had thoughtful looks on their faces.
"Well, I thought you two hated each other." I said looking at the both of them.
"What do you mean you 'thought'??? We do hate each other. Chloe's a snobby spoiled brat." Marinette said.
"Yeah I hate Marinette, she's such a goody two shoes." Chloe said.
"I hate you Chloe, I hate you so much." Marinette said, now turning to Chloe.
Chloe just burst out laughing.
"Wha- Chloe, why are you laughing???" Marinette asked.
"Just- I- he figured it out, I don't see the point in keeping this from him."
"Keeping what exactly from me?" I asked.
"Well Adrien, you oblivious cinnamon roll, me and Chloe have been friends, well best friends since we were toddlers. Like I cannot remember a time that I wasn't friends with Chloe."
"Exactly, what Maribug said. We've been friends for longer than we can remember and, I've actually known Maribug longer than I've known you Adrien." Chloe said to me.
"Wait- did you just call me Adrien instead of Adrikins??? Does this mean you don't actually like me??" I asked with hope.
"Well duh, you're like a brother to me jeez." Chloe said kind of disgusted.
"Oh yeah, I don't have a crush on you either, I just pretended I did even though you never caught on. That was to make me and Chloe hating each other more believable." Marinette said.
"Wait- both of you had fake crushes one me???" I said kind of shocked.
"Hell yeah." They said simultaneously.
"But Maribug guess what." Chloe said to Marinette.
"Yeah Queenie???" Marinette asked.
"YOU HAVE TO GO OUT WITH DEMON SPAWN NOWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Chloe shouted.
"FUCK NO!!!!!!!!! HE DOESN'T LIKE ME BACK!!!!!! I AM NOT GOING OUT WITH DAMIAN WHEN HE DOESN'T LIKE ME BACK!!!!!!" Marinette shouted.
"Bish- you're the only fucking person on earth who he doesn't find incredibley annoying, like his nickname for you IS FUCKING 'ANGEL'!!!!!!!!!!! HOW THE HELL DO YOU NOT THINK HE LIKES YOU?!?!?!" Chloe yelled.
"I have no idea." Marinette said honestly.
"Uhhhh I feel like I don't really belong in this conversation........so I'm just gonna leave now." I said a little bit uncomfortable.
"Oh- heh, forgot you were here. Sorry Adrien." They said simultaneously.
"Yeah, okay I'm leaving then. Bye." I said walking out the door.
Marinette's POV:
Damn, I did not realize that Adrien had seen me and Chloe hanging out. Well guess that's another person to know about me and Chloe not hating each other but actually being best friends. After lunch we all came back to the classroom for an important announcement.
"Alright class I have an announcement to make." Ms.Bustier said.
Hmmmm wonder what the announcement could be.......OH I BET IT'S THAT SHE GOT PREGGO AND GONNA HAVE A BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Okay class so the announcement is that we will be going to China for the princess's coronation and then afterwards we will be going to Gotham city to meet her honorary family and her soon to be fiance."
Nope, I was very very wrong.
"Damn, I thought you was gonna say you got preggo earlier this week and that in 9 months you were gonna have a baby. Now I'm a little disappointed." I said.
The whole class just looked at me like I was crazy, I mean I could be considering the fact that I said I was disappointed that it was the coronation instead of Ms.Bustier being preggo but like me and Chloe have been friends since birth because she was born on her parents' honey-moon and they had it in china so she was born at the royal hospital and I was born there too because I'm the princess of China and my mom and dad are the Empress and Emperor. What did you expect after knowing that I moved here because of an assasination attempt, like really why would anyone be surprised??? That's how all the "Marinette Princess of China'' stories start, I mean honestly, if you're surprised then I am sorely disappointed in you.
"Girl- we get to go to a coronation and you're disappointed???" Alya said while looking at me like I'm insane.
Adrien just looked at me like I had more secrets to hide, which I do.
"You know what I'll just explain to you all after school, and don't be surprised if Chloe's there too." I said.
"Uh- okay then." Alya said.
"Alright dudette." Nino said, not really paying attention.
"Why am I not surprised that Chloe's gonna be there too." Adrien said rhetorically.
After school Alya, Nino and Adrien came to my house so that I could explain.
"Wait- girl, why is Chloe here?" Alya asked.
"Cause she felt like it." I said.
"And you just let her in your house?" Alya asked.
"Yeah, it'll make sense once I explain." I said to her.
"Mariiiiiiii I wanna see Tim." Chloe whined.
"Chlo- you're gonna see him in China, AND WE'RE LEAVING TO GO THERE TOMORROW!!!! JUST WAIT JEEZ!!!!!!!!!!"
"BUT THAT'S TOO LONG!!!!!!!!! I DON'T WANNA WAIT UNTIL TOMORROW TO SEE mAH BOYFRIEND!!!!!!!!!!! BESIDES DON'T YOU WANNA SEE DAMIAN AS SOON AS POSSIBLE TOO?!?!" Chloe yelled.
"Yeah, I wanna see Damian as soon as possible BUT AT LEAST I CAN WAIT 24 HOURS!!!!!!!!!!!" I said.
Eventually we stopped yelling at each other and I explained everything.
"Okay so the whole thing is that I'm the princess of china, I left china when I was four because of assasination attempts, Tom and Sabine are royal guards, me and Chloe have been best friends for as long as we can remember and I've known her longer than even Adrien has. Damian and Tim are the guys we like, but I'm being forced to marry Damian even if neither of us mind it that much, Tim is a year older than us and Chloe's boyfriend, Tim and Damian are brothers and are both from Gotham City. Me and Chloe act like we hate each other to make people less suspicious of me being the princess because the assassins know that Chloe is my best friend. Oh and neither of us have ever liked Adrien romantically, he's more like a brother to both of us." I said.
They just looked at me awestruck, well except Chloe of course, she just pouted because she can't see coffee monster. Oops did I say Coffee Monster? I meant Tim. Eventually Alya, Nino and Adrien snapped out of their awestruck state and started asking questions.
"Why didn't you tell us?" Alya asked, looking hurt.
"I wasn't allowed to until today, I asked Tom and Sabine if I could multiple times but they said no every time until yesterday after school, I asked them even though I didn't know about the trip yet but I think they did." I said to her.
"You know, dudette it's pretty cool that you're a princess. WAIT- DO WE GET TO SEE YOUR PALACE OR CASTLE THING?!?!"
"Yes Nino, you'll get to see the palace." I said to him.
"YESSSSSSSS! THIS IS SO AWESOME DUDETTE!!!!!!!!!!" Nino shouted.
We all just started talking and Alya and Nino became friends with Chloe, the real Chloe. After a while everyone went home to pack for China, I had already packed the small amount of stuff I would need because I already have a lot of clothes and things in China. Once it was 11:00 I changed into my pajamas and went to bed.
My Pajamas:
I went to bed happy and excited for tomorrow.
Page Count: 8
Word Count: 2397
#letttuce#I hate this story but I'm posting it anyway#I forgot if this was daminette or timari#maribat#nevermind it's daminette
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The Drakes Spoiled Brat. (im sorry dad)
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/i4eDqrO
by Yellow_sprouts
Tim Drake died at seventeen, his family long broken beyond repair.
A Cuckoo finally rid from the nest.
But when he wakes up in his time, but now just a year after the Graysons death and appearance of the first Robin.
Tim wouldnt let his family suffer again, even if it meant he couldnt join them.
Bruce Wayne is not "Brucie Wayne"
Tim Drake is not "Timothy Drake"
They are both personas, a front to prevent people from looking at whats really under the surface. But sooner or later Tim should have known Gotham being a city of secrets, nothing stays buried forever. Especially not when the bats get involved with their trashy next door neighbor whose behavior seems more and more contriditory.
Tim had saved them all more times than he could count, maybe this time they could return the favor.
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Inspired by @brucewaynehater101 on tumblr- Time Travel AU- Timothy "Trash" Drake
Words: 4187, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of Batfam one shots/drabbles
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DC Extended Universe RPF
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: Other
Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Barbara Gordon, Oracle (DCU), Rogues Gallery (Batman), Batfamily Members (DCU)
Relationships: Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Alfred Pennyworth, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Duke Thomas & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne
Additional Tags: Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily (DCU) Feels, Protective Batfamily (DCU), Tim Drake-centric, Tim Drake Needs a Hug, Tim Drake Tries to be a Good Sibling, Protective Tim Drake, Protective Jason Todd, Protective Dick Grayson, Protective Damian Wayne, Protective Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne B- parenting, Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, BAMF Cassandra Cain, BAMF Tim Drake, Tim Drake is Not Red Robin, He is Cardinal, Batfamily is a Mess (DCU), Good Sibling Damian Wayne, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, Good Sibling Stephanie Brown, Good Sibling Cassandra Cain, Good Sibling Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown Being a Little Shit, Batfamily Paranoia, Family Dynamics, Protective Siblings, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Protective Barbara Gordon
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Liberación- Ch.2/? (WWE Fic) (18+) (Repost)
(My edit. This one's staying... for now LOL)
Summary: Harper and Drew started Liberacion as a way to heal. And it slowly became bigger than they could've have ever imagined...
Main Pairings: Drew McIntyre/OFC, Damian Priest/OFC, Roman Reigns/OFC.
Side Characters: Mercedes Mone, Liv Morgan, Seth Rollins, Becky Lynch, and more.
Tags: 18+, praise kink, daddy kink, size kink, kink negotiation, consensual kink, consensual non-consent, BDSM, knife play, light blood play, bratting, hair-pulling, breeding kink, and more.
Word Count: 3,733
~Past~
‘’Inconsiderate pricks...’’ I growled under my breath as I picked up after the insufferable club goers.
It had been a busy night and things were just starting to die down.
As lonely as my house was starting to feel, I couldn’t wait to get to home and bury myself under the covers.
But the universe had other plans…
Working at a BDSM club could be fun at times but, other times it was an absolute drag.
Especially working at Oasis where it was a bit of a free-for-all.
I had no idea why I stayed at this job.
I had no idea why I stayed in shitty situations in general.
The Saturday crowd usually consisted of spoiled, rich trust fund babies fresh out of college.
Most of which had no clue what they were getting themselves into and treated the establishment like a cheap motel- or like their parents’ mansions.
I had no idea how this place hadn't been shut down yet.
I had nothing against BDSM or Kink.
Quite the contrary actually.
I just wanted things to be safe and for everyone to be careful and mindful of what they were getting themselves into.
It pissed me of when people treated this space as if it were simply a swinger’s club where they could do whatever they wanted.
If this were my club, things would run a whole lot differently.
I was going to do something about that real soon, though...
I kept ranting under my breath in a mixture of English and Spanish as I swiped a damp cloth over the tables when I noticed something- or rather, someone that made me pause.
‘’Drew? You alright, babe?’’ I asked the Scotsman who for the last couple months had been coming to Oasis along with his partner.
Monica was her name.
He didn’t look okay at all, but he still nodded, just as I suspected he would.
‘‘I’m fine, Harper...’’ he said, his shoulders hunched and his voice barely audible.
During the months that Drew and Monica attended the club, Drew and I became quite close friends.
We’ve known each other for a long time now, but it seemed like his sudden visits to Oasis just brought us closer.
It helped break the ice to know something that intimate about someone.
Both of us were shy about it at first but, once we got to talking, we told each other pretty much everything from there on out.
But with our closeness came some observations.
I couldn’t stand Monica.
It was just one of those things where I couldn’t quite pinpoint why I felt the way that I did.
How I wished that those witchy senses had worked when it came to Jason...
And I never mentioned it to Drew because I didn’t want to put him in an awkward position so, I just silently observed whenever she was around.
From what I knew, Drew was her Submissive, but it didn’t seem like a happy arrangement at all.
But again, I said nothing.
I waited for him to come to me if he needed to.
Until tonight.
Drew was obviously not okay, and I was going to get to the bottom of it.
The look on his face alone was enough for me to say, ‘fuck it’ and step in even though I knew that sometimes the best thing to do is to let the person come to you.
But if I had to face Monica’s wrath- or even Drew’s, I would do it gladly.
‘’Drew. What happened? And don’t say ‘’nothing’’. This isn’t nothing. What did that pendeja do? Did you guys fight or something?’’ I asked Drew, setting the rag aside and coming toward him.
‘‘Nothing I didn’t agree to.’’ Drew said, shrugging nonchalantly.
But his gaze said differently.
His eyes were slightly unfocused and glassy, as if he just got done crying his eyes out.
They shifted from jet black to their usual blue and back again.
Okay. I guess this was gonna be like pullin’ teeth, then.
Being a little out of whack after a scene was pretty normal, but usually the Dom/Domme would stick around long enough to make sure that their Sub could at least get home safely.
And with Monica being Drew’s girl it was even more odd to not see them leaving together.
‘’I’m going home... I’ll see you later, H.’’
Drew went to stand but I stopped him with a gentle hand on his broad chest.
The second I did that, it was like something shifted and before I knew it, Drew crouched down and buried his face against the crook of my neck.
He was shaking like a leaf.
It took a few more coaxing words from me but eventually Drew told me what went down.
To say I was livid was an understatement.
I had a few run-ins with inconsiderate Doms when I first came into the scene, starting with my ex-husband.
Those situations weren’t exactly fun, and my heart went out to Drew.
Someone shitting all over the trust you’ve put into them absolutely sucked.
Monica and Drew had apparently agreed on doing a caning scene.
The scene was a bit more intense than either had anticipated and Drew sunk deeper into Sub space than either of them were comfortable with and Drew freaked out.
And like any low life ‘’Domme’’, instead of being there for Drew as best she could, Monica snuck out the back of the club and left him in one of the reserved bedrooms in the club with his racing thoughts.
‘’I don’t know what I did wrong...’’ Drew mumbled pitifully against my neck and my heart broke instantly.
He was so out of it…
I wanted nothing more than to tear Monica a couple new ones but, that was going to have to wait.
‘’Let’s get you taken care of, okay?’’ I whispered in his ear and watched him with sad eyes as he stood upright and began to walk slowly toward my car without any further protest.
I followed closely behind, wracking my brain about where to start on cleaning up the mess Monica left behind.
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‘’I keep letting him know that I can heal him but... man, he won’t let me near those welts… And he hasn’t left the guest room in weeks. I dunno what to do…’’ I ranted to my best friend, Tatianna.
Aside from Drew, Tatianna became one of my closest friends who also happened to be a wrestler like him, and the eldest adoptive daughter of Stephanie McMahon and Triple H.
She was adopted from Australia and from the second we met it was like we had known each other since forever.
From past lives, even.
She wasn’t much younger than me, so we clicked instantly.
She has also known Drew the longest, so it made sense for me to call her and tell her about the situation.
This was especially frustrating as a witch.
I felt like I should know how to help, and the fact that I couldn’t figure this out bothered me to no end.
‘’Well, think of how you were after the whole thing with Jason... Maybe he just needs some time, H. He’s probably healed his wounds himself. You know we vamps heal fast.’’ Tatianna said, eyeing me as she took a sip of piping hot Peppermint tea.
‘’I know,’’ I sighed.
‘’But-‘’
I was interrupted by a raspy Scottish lilt from behind the couch that made us both straighten up with guilt.
We were so caught up in our concern for the Scotsman that we didn’t realize he had finally left the guest bedroom.
‘’Time for what?’’ Drew said, looking between us both with a slightly angry glint in his eye.
I scrambled quickly for a response, but before I could, Drew interrupted once again.
‘’Never mind. I’ll just grab my things and get out of your way. I’m sorry for inconveniencing you.’’ Drew said dryly before turning to leave.
That made me find my voice and I shook my head, setting my mug of tea onto the coffee table in front of me.
I knew he was just sulking, but because of my frustration, I couldn’t help but feed into it for a moment.
‘’You know damn well that’s not it, Andrew.’’ I said in a clipped tone, and I watched him bristle.
I didn’t want to fight with him, but I welcomed an emotion from him other than the stoic misery that was brewing within him since I brought him into my home.
‘’Guys. Stop it.’’ Tati sighed.
‘’We’re just worried about you, D.’’ She said and I didn’t miss the way Drew’s eyes softened, if only for a second.
Just then, my doorbell rang.
Instantly, my pupils narrowed to dark and angry cat-like slits as I caught a whiff of the person’s scent…
(Next Chapter.)
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Damianette December Day 9- book
It may be confusing when the boys are speaking English and when they’re speaking French but, generally, they are speaking English unless they are addressing Marinette directly.
@daminette-december2019-2020
Considering how awful it had gone the last time the class had done this, it was surprising that Ms. Bustier’s class was once again at the Grand Paris to try the various jobs around the hotel. True to her previous actions, Chloe still did her utmost to drag Marinette down, this time, she was stuck cleaning the lobby.
The joke was on Chloe though, because Marinette wasn’t so spoiled that she didn’t appreciate what janitors and cleaning maids did. It was just cleaning, not like it was going to hurt her.
As she was vacuuming the couch, she found something between the cushions, a book. “Hey Tikki, what do you think this is?” she opened it up a bit and saw a sketch of a city skyline. The city was unfamiliar to her but it definitely helped her figure out that she was holding a sketchbook.
“D.a. G.W.,” that was the only thing that indicated who it might belong to. “Should we give this to the front desk, right Tikki? It’s probably a hotel guest’s if it was in the lobby, they’d probably be able to find them based on the initials or at least hold it until they came back.” She looked back to where Chloe was sitting, filing her nails, and groaned slightly. “Or maybe we try to find them ourselves?”
“Marinette. You know the right thing to do here would be to give Chloe the sketchbook and leave it to the lobby clerk.” the kwami understood Marinette’s frustration but, was also dedicated to guiding her partner on the right path.
“Yeah, I know you’re right. I just wish you weren’t,” she made her way to the front desk. “Someone left this behind Chloe.”
The blond glanced at her. “And? What do you want me to do about it? Just throw that dirty book away and be done with it. Do your job properly, Dupain-Cheng.” That was about how well Marinette expected the conversation to go. Instead of talking back and making the situation worse, she held herself back, Chloe would just make some snide comment or complain to her father.
Turning around, she decided to finish the job she had been given and then asked Ms. Bustier if she could try to find the owner of the sketchbook. As someone who frequently used one herself, she knew how important sketchbooks were to an artist, and based on the details of the first sketch she saw, the owner of the book was definitely an artist.
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“It’s great that you got permission Marinette.”
“It is Tikki. Now we just need to get Chloe away from the computer. Luckily she’s easy to read.” Marinette walked up to the lobby desk again after she was sure the Lobby Clerk was still gone. “Hey, Chloe. Did you see all of those fans fawning over Adrien on the Hotel’s rooftop. He’s practically surrounded by them.” Rage instantly filled Chloe’s face when she heard those words.
“No one’s allowed close to my Adrikins except me.” And voila, the front desk was missing one Chloe Bourgeois. Marinette slipped behind the desk, once Chloe was safely in the elevator and went to search up the guest in the database.
She looked up last names beginning with W first, to see if any fit the initials she found in the book. Unfortunately, she was out of luck there. On the bright side, it wasn’t a long list to go through, so she managed to finish quickly.
It then occurred to her that perhaps, like her last name, this person also had two last names, so she looked through the names that began with A next. She still didn’t find anything. Checking the time, she noticed that Chloe might be back soon so she had to come up with a new plan.
“What if you looked for the person based on where they live?” It was Tikki’s suggestion.
“That might work but, I don’t know where they’re from.”
“But, perhaps the sketchbook might give you some clues as to where they may be from. The cityscape at the beginning could be where this person lives, they may find inspiration from the things around them, kind of like you.”
“It’s worth a shot,” she hesitated a bit before she started turning the pages of the book. It felt kind of invasive to go through someone’s sketches without their permission but there was no telling if they would ever find their sketchbook otherwise.
“Oh, wow,” the pictures were genuinely breathtaking. It was like Tikki thought, most of the pictures were of a city, and based on the architecture, it seemed like it was the same city. A few pictures of animals appeared, and one of a fantasy creature but, mostly it was a city.
It seemed that the owner liked to sketch more secluded or lesser-known spots since none of the places had any distinguishing features, especially none she could recognize, until she turned the page, and saw a building with the words “Wayne Enterprise” on the side of the building. There was no mistaking where that building was. “Gotham! Tikki, they’re from Gotham!”
She hurriedly looked up the location on the computer and saw a booking by a Richard Grayson for three rooms on the 5th floor. And they were still there, which was a relief because she wasn’t sure what she would do if they had left Paris already.
The name didn’t match the sketchbook, but it occurred to her just then, that perhaps the owner themselves didn’t make the booking and was traveling with friends or family. Slipping from behind the desk she made her way to the elevator just as it arrived. Out of it, Chloe dragging a reluctant Adrien exited. Adrien caught her eye and winked at her.
Being her superhero partner for the past 3 years, he knew when she was scheming something, and he knew just how to go along with her crazy plans. Sending him a grateful smile, she entered the elevator and made her way to the room number she had found.
Standing in front of the hotel room, she began to second guess herself. They might not even be there right now, or maybe she got the wrong room. Just as she was determined to leave and find one of the actual employees to take care of the situation, the door in front of her opened. She came face to face with a man, black hair and insanely blue eyes, who stared at her just as she stared at him.
“Oh god, Bruce found another one, didn’t he. Dick! Can you please tell Bruce to stop adopting children?” The man spoke in English so she couldn’t quite follow along with what he said only something about children and the fact that he was addressing someone else.
“Excuse me?” she hoped he understood French. “I found this sketchbook in the lobby and I think it might belong to someone staying in this hotel room.” The man’s eyes finally saw the book in her hands just as another almost identically looking man came to the door.
He seemed half asleep as he stood in the threshold holding a cup of coffee in his hand. “What’re going on about Jason. Bruce didn’t adopt anyone recently, Alfred already asked me to keep an eye on any adoption papers that might be processing with his name on it. I’d know if he was adopting someone.” the sleepy man’s eyes landed on her and the cup in his hand fell to the floor with a crash. “Shit. I didn’t think about foreign countries. I’ve got to go tell Alfred.”
The first man grabbed the other one before he could leave. “Relax, it was a false alarm, she’s just returning something for Damian.” He turned to her, “I’ll take it, I know who it belongs to.” Up to that point, Marinette didn’t quite get what was going on, but she was sure that she didn’t entirely trust these people. It was hard to follow their English but their actions were weird.
“I’m sorry Monsieur, but I would feel more comfortable if I gave it to the actual owner of the book, instead of… his acquaintance.”
“Trust me, you don’t want to meet the brat. He’ll probably accuse you of stealing. It would be better to give it one of us to pass along.” The skepticism remained on her face. That was when a voice came from behind the two men in the doorway.
“Get out of the damn way, you morons. I can’t leave the room with you blocking the entrance.”
The first man sighed in resignation when the voice came through and stepped aside. “Well, I guess it can’t be helped now. It’s this demon spawn’s sketchbook.” she turned to see the artist that she had been looking for.
He was about average height, although compared to the person who had initially opened the door, he was small. His skin was also more tanned than his acquaintances, and although they share the same black hair, his eyes were a brilliant green, more vibrant than even Adrien’s.
“Excuse me, Monsieur,” she called out to him. “I seemed to have found your sketchbook in the hotel lobby. Is this your book?” he stopped in his tracks when she started talking.
Numbly, he nodded his head. Recognizing that he hadn’t properly answered, he cleared his throat. “Sorry. Yes, that’s my book.” his responses, while curt were far from insulting as the other man had suggested. Holding the book out to him, their fingers touched as he grabbed the book.
His touch was warm and gentle and it startled her enough that she accidentally let go of the book. Apparently, he was also startled for he too, let go of the sketchbook, and it fell to the floor with a resounding thud.
“Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to let go so soon,” Marinette bent down to pick up the book.
“It’s okay. I’m at fault as well.” He took the book from her outstretched hand. “Thank you, for finding my sketchbook and returning it to me.”
“No problem. I understand how devastating it might be to lose a sketchbook, I’m happy I could bring it back to you.” she smiled at him and then checked the watch she was wearing. It was almost time for her class to leave. “I need to head back but, it was wonderful meeting you.” she waved and turned around towards the elevator.
Damian stared at her back as she left. Only, when she had already been gone for a few minutes did he notice a book on the ground. Picking it up, he saw the name Marinette Dupain-Cheng written on the front, and, opening up the front page he saw that it was her sketchbook.
It seemed that this time he was going to have to find her.
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