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spidernuggets · 25 days

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Hi! Im new here. I was wondering if you could maybe write something inspired with "Gorgeous by Taylor Swift"? Jason Todd obviously lol, that's why i am here for.

Thx,

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Jason Todd x Reader

I SHIT YOU NOT, I've been thinking about this song with Jason Todd all week

Note: For the sake of the song, Jason has blue eyes here.

It was once again another Bruce Wayne Gala. You were already on your 3rd drink, less than an hour in. You already promised Bruce that you'd show up, and it seemed rude to not go last minute. Being there would've been easy if that didn't mean trying to avoid Jason all night.

You knew if he found you, he'd try to ask you why you're always avoiding every time, everywhere. So you've been busying yourself at the gala, trying to talk to as many people as you could so Jason wouldn't disturb you. You talked to Dick, Steph, Tim, even Damian!

You're now on your 4th champagne, and your vision was getting a little blurry already.

But Jason, being Jason, he made it his personal mission to find you. You were his friend, and you always accompanied him during Bruce's long, boring galas. Well, except for the previous two. The last two galas were during the period where Jason was dating Artemis. And you couldn't stand being in the same room as them. Of course, you were happy that your best friend loved someone, but damn, you wished that someone was you. You knew for a fact you could've loved Jason better than any person he had clinging to his arm.

Two could play that game.

Did you try and make him jealous by bringing another guy (a significantly older guy at that) to the last gala. You sure as hell fucking did. Did the plan work?

Fuck no.

Jason came up to you, last gala, asking who the guy was. You introduced him as your boyfriend, but really, you just promised a guy a chance to see Bruce Wayne in return for being your date. And all Jason said was, "I'm glad you found someone to spend time with here. I didn't want to leave you alone while I'm with Artemis!" You wanted to strangle yourself.

You spent the rest of that night alone anyway, as the guy was just bothering Bruce the whole night. You had to formally apologise to him.

But this time, you came alone, expecting Jason to be with Artemis again. But you didn't see the tall red head anywhere. She was probably running late, but you would've expected her and Jason to come in hand in hand like the last two times.

"Y/n!" You grumbled at the voice that called out your name. You tried to casually speed walk away, but in a failed attempt, you felt a rough, calloused hand holding yours, preventing you from going away any further.

"Y/n! I've been looking for you all night," Jason says, turning you around. His warm hand embracing yours made your face heat up even more than it needed to. And the dimly lit room didn't help hide it. "Why are you so red?" He asks, placing the back of his hand to your forhead to check if you were feeling ill or such.

"Nothin'..." You murmur. You never really had a high alcohol tolerance. You tried to swat his hand away from your head.

"You sound drunk, sweet thing," he smiles down at you, hand now placed on your shoulder to keep you balanced.

"No, you sound drunk. You always talk nonsense. No one understands shit comin' out of your mouth," you tried to bite back.

"Okay, that means that's enough for tonight. It's barely two hours in, N/n," he says, taking your champagne flute away from you, holding you back as you whine, trying to take it back from him.

You sigh, knowing it was no use trying to fight against him. "Where's red head?" You murmur, leaning into his hold as he tried to keep you upright.

He looks down at you. "Artemis? Did I not tell you? We broke up. Uh.. well, she broke up with me. I don't know. It's complicated."

Well, that's just fantastic! Sure, when he was dating Artemis, you were jealous as hell, but at least it was easier to stay away from Jason and get rid of your feelings for him. Now that he's available, your brain is going to feed into the poor delusion that you actually might have a chance with him. And to top it off, now that you're on the edge of being wasted, your dumb mouth might run on its own an actually confess to Jason.

"And where's your date, Y/n? The old guy," he snickers.

You scoff. "Hardly old... only.." You count with your fingers. "Ten years older," you show your ten fingers to Jason.

"Mm.." He hums in response, combing your hair back with your fingers. "That's old, sweetheart. So, what happened to him?"

You sigh. "I don't know. Clubbing, probably. He's not allowed back here. Annoyed Brucie last time," You mumble.

"So.. Are you going to tell me why you were running away from me all night?" Jason asks.

You shook your head. "Was not.." You pathetically tried to lie. Suddenly, you felt your stomach gurgling. "Mm.. feel sick, Jay," you say, pushing away from him, not wanting to get sick on him, but he immediately pulls you back.

"Aha, okay, sweet thing. Bed time now." He laughs, placing your arms over his shoulder, guiding you out of the ballroom.

"Can go on my own," you mutter, trying to walk faster than him, but his hand remains on your waist, holding you closer to him.

"Yeah, yeah, sure you can. C'mon, up to my room." He says, leading the way to the elevator and up to the bedrooms.

"Want me to help you out of your clothes, or do you want to do it yourself?" He asks after letting you sit on his bed.

"Myself," you were able to sputter, reaching your arms out to take the shirt and sweatpants thathe already fetched from his wardrobe.

He kisses your forhead after giving it to you and heads towards the bathroom. He comes out with makeup wipes and micellar water.

"Eyes up, babe. You got eyeliner smudged all over," he whispers, grabbing hold of your chin to stop you from moving around.

"Up, up," he says, grabbing your hands and pulling you up as he leads you to his bathroom. He throws away the wipes and puts the water back in the cabinet. "You said you feel sick. You need to throw up, yeah?" You only mumbled in response, kneeling in front of the toilet.

Jason lightly rubs your back, waiting for you to throw up as your hand is over the toilet seat, your head leaning on it.

You started to groan, which alarmed Jason that you were ready to hurl. He combs your hair back, away from your face.

"You done?" He lightly asks, grabbing a paper towel and wiping your lips.

"Mm.. water."

"I know, I know, sugar. Come on," he helps you up again, going back to the bedroom. He opens a bottle of water and raises it to your lips, swatting away ypur hands that try to take it off him.

You hum when your thirst has been quenched, and he wipes away any droplets on your lips with his thumb. He then moves a small trash can beside the bed. "Bin is here if you need to get sick again, okay, Y/n?" He pokes your cheek to ensure you are listening.

You nod and hum in response. Jason lays the blanket over you, tucking you in, and you couldn't help but admire his features; His curly, black locks, sharp nose, plump lips, and those annoyingly gorgeous blue eyes that looked so deep that you could drown in them, but you'd still die happy.

"You're pretty, Jay," you mutter, your consciousness at the edge of giving up on you.

He shushes you. "It's bedtime now, sweet thing," he tries to get you to sleep.

"I'm not that bad of a person, am I?" You ask, now staring at the wall behind him.

"No, no. Why would you think that, babe?" He asks, fingers, once again, travelling through your hair.

"I don't think I can be your friend anymore. 't's Too hard," you're now ranting your silly little thoughts. The one thing you prayed wouldn't happen. And Jason stares down at you in hurt and confusion. Before he can ask why, you speak up again. "I don't think I can..mm. be your friend and not be in love with you. Not fair. I can't have you.. you chose.. uhmm.. red head.."

Jason couldn't help but smile. You were so adorable, and he just wanted to kiss all over your face so bad. But he knew you'd forget by morning. He can wait.

He gets up, removes his blazer, and shirt, leaving on the floor, and walks to the other side of the bed. He lifts up the blanket, getting into bed behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he shuffled to lay closer to you.

He kisses the back of your head. "Me and Artemis broke up, remember?" You grumbled an "Oh yeah."

"Wanna know why?" He finds your hand, holding it, and caresses your smaller hand. You hum in a questioning tone. He leans in closer, his lips just barely grazing your ear lobe. "She said I couldn't stop talking about you. Everything we did, I'd always find a way to bring you into the topic. She said I was in love with you. I kept denying it because I knew - Well, I thought you didn't, and you'd never feel the same. Guess I was wrong," he also knows you wouldn't remember this in the morning.

He felt you take a breath. "Remind me in the morning? When I'm sober? I wanna remember. And kiss you." You say, voice muffled into the pillow.

He kisses the back of your head one last time. "Of course, sweet thing."

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inthememetime · 2 years

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Alfred finds and adopts three homeless teens while the whole of the Batclan is away, the three teens are of course The Fentons. Alfred on the other hand had been dealing with a bit of Empty Nest Syndrome and takes the trio in, so by the time the rest of the Batclan filters back there are three extra people in the Manor but the Fentons deliberately ghost the rest of the residents.

I love this for four reasons:

The potential for Alfred, who wishes Bruce would stop adopting small violent children, realizing that HE is the same.

You can't tell me Alfred, Danny, Dani, and Jazz won't be BFFs. Jazz is the only (mostly) sane person in this house besides him. Dani absolutely WILL spy and report on injuries in exchange for more of that casserole. Danny and Alfred have similar sarcastic wit.

"If we had a nickel for every billionaire with a secret identity we know, we would each have 2 nickels. Which isn't a lot, but weird it happened twice."

The SHENANIGANS!!!!!

Shenanigans include:

At first, Alfred doesn't tell the Batfam because they're a family of detectives. Surely they'll notice. Over time, it becomes a contest of who can make them suspect the most without being found.

Alfred either playing it off or staring with a raised eyebrow when one of the Batfam asks why/if he's talking to himself.

Jazz can only be turned invisible in the nick of time so many times before somebody finds out about her. "It says here, Ms. Fenton, that you have a brother?" "Yes, Danny. He died. But don't worry, he got better!"

When Tim is forbidden caffeine for a week, Danny drinks his coffee super fast or Dani replaces it with chamomile tea with black food coloring.

Dani: "You know Dick, you really shouldn't do that."

Dick, after a moment of panic, realizing there's nothing in the room with him. "....God?"

Dani, realizing how much chaos she can cause: "yeah, that's me! God."

Danny and Dani take turns being human just to walk past open doors. They all look enough alike to Tim, Dick, Damien, and a young Jason in uncertain light that the rest of the fam has to do double takes.

When someone calls Constantine over as a favor, he takes 2 steps into the manner, says no, and RUNS.

"So I've heard the voice of God, and it sounds like a 14-year-old girl."

"....how hard did Bane hit you again?"

"God says Jason is the one who stole your book."

"...right ok."

Bruce decides he's gonna go be Batman while wounded. He snuck out, so Al calls his Secret Ghost Squad.

Batman is repeatedly interrupted (*cough* saved) by 2 OP glowing metas. Constantine will no longer cross Gotham's borders.

Danny: "You need more ectoplasm. You're a growing half-ghost."

Jason: *shoots the wall* "WHAT THE FUCK WHO WAS THAT?!"

Danny: would you believe it was God?

Jason: NO

Jason figures it out first because he's being parented by a dead guy. He actually doesn't mind that much because he gets to visit the GZ

Cass figures out second because she's observant.

Dick figures it out third by spraying 'God' with paint. He then realizes he attacked an invisible creature that can go through walls with no idea how to fight it.

Tim figures it out by deliberately putting salt in his coffee to see what would happen.

Damien finds Cujo. He is Upset that Cujo already has an owner. Danny tells Damien in exchange for Damien to stop yelling insults at him. (Dani calls him Weak for this, and tells Damien 15 minutes later because he thought she was calling HIM weak and had Opinions)

"Oh shit."

Steph bribes the 'house spirits' for prank help, and then tricks them. They tell her out of Respect.

Duke starts talking to himself about star output on his homework, gets stuck, and SpaceBoi helps. Duke's 10 minutes into stars actually being interesting for once before he realizes he's talking to a ghost.

Bruce has been introduced to them by Jazz. Alfred made her after the 4th sleepless night due to researching the surprise metas.

Dani: its cool dude, but now I have to go prank Tim. Bye!

Vlad shows up for a private meeting with Bruce Wayne. The ghosties reveal themselves in order to kick his ass.

Alfred is the only person who can get away with calling Danny 'Daniel' and Dani 'Danielle'. Anyone else has Serious Regrets.

The Joker breaks Alfred's leg in a bombing. He's never seen again. Danny, Dani, and Jazz are a little TOO innocent

#inthememetime #danny phantom au #ask answered #dp x dc #come ask me things!#batfam

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galaxymagitech · 20 days

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Bleed the Poison Out

Written for Dick Grayson Anniversary Week: Day 3 Prompt: Apologizing to Dick

@dickgraysonweek

Summary

When is an apology not an apology?

Bruce apologizes to Dick. The apology turns into an argument and the argument turns into another apology. Standing on the smoking dumpster-fire of the past, Dick tries to find a way on. Two steps forwards, one step back.

Characters: Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne

Warnings: Discussions of physical and emotional abuse, possibly depiction of emotional abuse.

Dick drives home in the rain. It’s a good thing that there aren’t very many cars on the highway at this time of night, because he’s doing a pretty poor job of keeping his eyes on the road.

The car skids through a puddle, throwing up a dirty, toxic spray of water onto his windows. Dick ignores it and tries to keep his hands from shaking on the wheel. Things had been going well, damn it! He’d been trying, Bruce had been trying. Batman and Nightwing. Batman and Batman. Surely, the two of them can get along if they just put their fucking minds to it.

But Damian had needled and Jason had raged and Tim had gotten that closed-off look of his and Duke had thrown up his hands in disgust and stormed out, and that had left Dick and Bruce standing on opposite sides of the cave, tempers high and rising higher.

It hadn’t gone well. The fight wasn’t even supposed to be about the two of them, but Dick couldn’t resist bringing up old arguments, could he? It didn’t matter that he was right, they had fucking moved on, and—

Dick swerves, ignoring his turn signal as he crosses over a lane and then onto an exit in an almost 90 degree angle. The momentum throws him against his seat, but he makes it out into Blüdhaven. He needs to focus and leave the self-reflection for when he’s not manning a several-ton souped-up vehicle.

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Twenty minutes later, Dick enters his apartment, tossing his keys on the table by the entrance with a tired sigh. Immediately, he feels on edge. There’s someone else here with him. It could be one of his siblings, it could be Deathstroke, it could be anyone, but—but it’s probably Bruce. The World’s Greatest Detective can’t ever just leave things be, can he?

That’s not fair. Dick doesn’t leave things alone either. It’s just that he normally waits until the argument’s already started to bring shit up instead of seeking out fights.

He catches a glimpse of a suspiciously-Bruce-shaped shadow and forces himself to relax. If this fight is going to get nasty again, he deserves a cup of coffee first.

Unfortunately, Bruce clearly doesn’t have the same plan, shifting silently out of the darkness.

“Hey,” Dick says, unable to keep the bite out of his voice. He steps into the kitchen and considers the table. There are five chairs, which isn’t enough for all his siblings, but it’s all that could fit. When the Titans are over or there’s a large Batkid gathering, they normally hang out in the living room, sprawled all over the couch and the softest rug Dick could find. It’s now covered in stains, mostly pizza sauce (and some blood, not that the stains look much different), but is still just as soft as it was when he bought it.

“Dick,” Bruce says quietly. Bruce, because the man surprisingly isn’t wearing his Batman suit. Dick resists the urge to comment on it.

“Bruce,” Dick responds, because he likes being difficult.

“Sit down,” Bruce says. Dick bristles. He knows that’s just how Bruce talks a lot of the time, short and to the point, but this is Dick’s apartment and he’s certainly not going to let Bruce stand over him while he yells.

“You sit down,” Dick says tiredly. Surprisingly, Bruce…does. He takes a seat at the table, facing the wall, hands clasped together. Dick cautiously walks around the table and sits across from him. He can see all the exits in the room, but Bruce is between him and them. Was that purposeful? Everything is purposeful, with Bruce, but Dick should probably give him the benefit of the doubt. Bruce is paranoid as hell and would prefer to be sitting where Dick is, with a clear view of everything. Dick in-between him and the exit wouldn’t even be a consideration for Bruce. It shouldn’t be a consideration for Dick, not in his own fucking apartment, where he should be able to kick Bruce out if he feels trapped with him. But if Bruce wants to talk, he’ll talk, and now Dick can’t storm out without getting his path blocked.

For a moment, Dick considers voicing his thought process out loud. He’s well aware of how crazy it sounds, thinking about exits and danger and seating preferences like this. And he kind of wants to shove that in Bruce’s face, like, look, look what I’m thinking about, is that normal, Bruce?

But he doesn’t say a word, just watches Bruce until his mentor is ready to speak. Dick’s paranoia is more of a reflection on himself than a judgement on Bruce.

“Are we okay?” Bruce asks.

What a stupid question. An hour ago, they were wrapped up in a vicious screaming match. “What do you think, B?” Dick deflects.

“I want us to be okay,” Bruce tells him earnestly. “I…you brought up a lot, when we talked.” Talked. That’s one word for it. More like screamed at the top of their lungs. “I didn’t know all that was still weighing on you. Some of what you said, it’s been years.” That sounds like an accusation. “I’m concerned.”

“It’s not like we ever talk about things after the fact,” Dick says. “What, do you think I’m going to just get over things? Well, that’s not how it works, B—” He cuts himself off before he says more. If he continues speaking, he’ll get patronizing.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Dick snorts. Does he want to talk about it? Of course he does, but every time he brings up past disputes, it just makes the present ones worse. “You know,” Dick says, “I think we could’ve been fine if you just apologized. But you never did.” Thrown in there is the assumption that Bruce owes him an apology. It’s so out of nowhere that Dick can feel tiny electric spikes prickling across his sweaty palms. Bruce won’t take this lying down.

“I’m.” Bruce looks down at his hands. Up. Meets Dick’s eyes so intensely that it’s painful, and then says three words. “I’m sorry, Dick.”

And. And. And—

And something inside him sinks and something inside him floats and he feels like he’s been crushed even as he’s cleaved in two. This is all Dick has ever wanted to hear. The fact that Bruce is saying it is miraculous. Dick never would have expected this. He expected another argument at worst, and at best a simple handoff of a case with the implicit message that he’s still allowed in Gotham. Not an apology. So, it’s amazing, it really is. But it’s not enough.

Too little, too late, Dick wants to say, but that’s not really fair, is it? And he wants to say it, but he doesn’t want to mean it. Just say it because he could mean it, and then watch Bruce’s face fall, and then reconcile. That’s cruel of him. He shouldn’t be trying to cause pain. He should be trying to fix this. This is the best opportunity he’s gotten to fix things in years, maybe since Jason’s death. He does want to fix this, right?

“You have to say it’s not my fault.” The words slip out before Dick can even realize he’s about to say them. Immediately, he winces at how childish he sounds. He’s adding on requirements, moving the goalposts. And yet, he’s spent years trying to apportion the blame for their every fight, and this could settle that once and for all. Dick needs this.

There’s a long pause, and Dick thinks that maybe this is where Bruce draws the line. But then—“It wasn’t your fault that I…hurt you,” Bruce agrees.

“Get out,” Bruce had ordered.

“I’m not going until you get your head out of your ass.”

“Get out, now, before I get you out!”

And Dick, well, he could never do anything but pick at a scab until it bleeds. “Yeah, how’s that work? Going to hit me, Bruce? Wouldn’t be the first time!”

Wouldn’t be the first time Dick has brought that up in an argument, either. But it’s the first time Bruce hadn’t just shot right past it. Tonight is the first time Bruce is actually acknowledging it.

Dick closes his eyes. He should be watching Bruce, soaking in every second of this. After all, he’s only going to get this apology once. But Dick can’t bear to look at him.

“Do you even understand what you’re apologizing for?” Dick pushes. “Is this about me, about us, or is it you just being upset about your lack of self-discipline?” He doesn’t mean to, he swears. He never means to start a fight, to turn what should be a conversation into an argument, but he always does it anyway. It’s a twisted talent for incitation and escalation, his dramatic stage presence turned toward making his life hell. But no—he’s the one speaking. He can’t pin his constant confrontational attitude on something nebulous like “stage presence.” He has to take responsibility. Dick knows exactly what he’s doing, and he can’t—no, he doesn’tstop.

“I haven’t been fair to you,” Bruce says quietly. “You’ve made a valid point that I’ve ignored your boundaries. And when you confronted me after—after Jason’s death, I…shouldn’t have hurt you.”

A valid point. Like Bruce is the final arbiter of that, judge and jury and his executioner’s axe is hanging right over Dick’s neck. It grates on him and his hands twitch, begging to curl into fists. Instead, he smooths them out palm-down on the table and presses lightly, enough to soothe himself without becoming threatening. Bruce doesn’t mean anything by the phrasing, it’s basically like lawyer language, carefully worded so as not to offend. Like Dick is a bomb that can be set off at any moment. The pressure of his hands on the table is the only thing holding his anger in. A valid point. Boundaries. Hurt you. Dick snorts. “Call it what it is, B. You hit me.”

Bruce, to his credit, doesn’t deny it. “Yes.”

How dare he be so calm? Dick is fighting everything in him not to yell right now, not to scream and fight and shout. And maybe that’s a sign that he’s everything that’s wrong in their not-quite-father-son relationship, because Bruce is sitting there calmly and apologizing even as Dick gives him a hard time about everything. “You hit me more than that. You didn’t mention those. Just right after Jason.”

“Once more,” Bruce says. “I’ve hit you twice and I—I apologized for the second time.”

The second time—though Dick isn’t even entirely sure it’s the second time, too many alternate timelines and ambiguous mental influence situations warping everything, making it impossible to keep count (and there’s a subtle sort of horror there, that he has to keep count)—the second time, Dick hit first. Bruce was being an asshole, abandoning his civilian identity and the entire family along with it, but Dick hit him first, and he hasn’t exactly apologized for it either. “I don’t care about that one. I attacked you. You defended yourself. It’s fine. You didn’t even need to apologize. But when you—when you thought Gordon was dead…I tried to stop you from going too far, and you hit me. I was just trying to help.”

“I’m sorry if you feel hurt by that, but—”

“I do,” Dick interrupts. How is Bruce supposed to apologize if Dick keeps interrupting? “I do feel hurt, because I was hurt, because you hit me. It’s not if.”

Bruce exhales. “I’m sorry that you feel hurt by that incident, but I threw you off me, Dick. I didn’t hit you.”

The funny thing is, Dick thinks, as the static fills his ears, I don’t think he’s lying. Bruce has never been one for lies. He’ll say he doesn’t care about emotions or something, but it’s about the words, not getting people to believe them. He’s as transparent as glass on that. And he’ll trick villains, but he doesn’t…he doesn’t lie about stuff like this. Dick’s good at reading people—he has to be. So, as he looks at Bruce’s face, he can confidently say that Bruce isn’t lying.

But Dick isn’t lying either, because he remembers it.

Dick should drop this. He has an apology, he has Bruce saying it wasn’t Dick’s fault, he has Bruce admitting it, mostly. Dick got what he wanted, or close enough, and he should just end the conversation here.

But Dick can’t seem to stop pushing. “You definitely hit me, B!”

“Are we really going to do this?” Bruce asks.

Dick stands up, his chair loudly scraping against the floor. He’s escalating again. He knows that, but it—it isn’t enough to make him stop. His heart clenches. It feels like the blood in it has turned to oil, slick and sickening. Everything feels so wrong. “Yes, we’re going to do this! I’m not lying, I’m—”

“I’m not accusing you of lying.” Bruce is still so fucking calm.

Dick hates when he’s like this, because sometimes Bruce is a raging storm and then sometimes it’s like he’s the most reasonable person in the universe. Dick never knows which version of his father he’s going to get. And when he gets one of them, he never knows if he’s just imagining the other.

“I’m saying that it was a complicated situation, and—”

“No!” Dick is breathing heavily and his voice is far too loud. Because he can’t listen, he doesn’t want to listen, he can’t listen, if he listens then he’ll start to believe it and he knows he’s right. But avoiding evidence is a sign of fearing the truth, and that’s not something a detective should ever do. Is Dick wrong? Mistaken? Accidentally trying to trick Bruce into believing something that isn’t true?

No. Deep breaths. Form an argument. Context clues. Dick can prove it, to himself and to Bruce.

“I had blood on my face, because you hit me. And I’m certain I did because I remember smelling it, tasting it. And Babs asked me what happened and I remember thinking, I don’t want to lie to her, and then doing it anyway. Where do you think that came from? My face just decided to injure itself after you politely pushed me off?”

“You’re arguing against a strawman—of course your face didn’t just injure itself. But I know I didn’t hit you.” It’s clear Dick’s sarcasm has gotten a rise out of Bruce, because Dick can hear the tension simmering in Bruce’s voice, watch his shoulders move from his normal awkward stiffness into something ready for offense. “Hitting someone in the face isn’t an effective way to stop them from pulling you away. I wouldn’t have hit you, it would be illogical.”

“Bruce, you weren’t thinking reasonably. I know what happened!”

“And I know what happened too. I’m telling you the truth, Dick. Please believe me on this.”

“But I’m telling you the truth! And you’re telling me—what, my memories are wrong? Come on, Bruce.”

“I am Batman.” Yeah, I fucking know that, no way do you think my memory sucks that much, Dick thinks, but he doesn’t say it. Sarcasm makes Bruce bristle, and Dick really needs to stop pushing things. Not that he’s. You know. Actually stopping. “I’ve trained for years to perfectly remember combat situations.” But not when he’s emotionally compromised. Not when he doesn’t want to remember. “I’m sorry I threw you off of me, but I won’t apologize for something that you’re misremembering. And I won’t let you force me to doubt my own memories.”

Dick lets out a hollow laugh, more for show than anything else. They’re dancing around the word, Dick knows, refusing to call it what it is. And suddenly, Dick can’t stand that. “You’re seriously accusing me of gaslighting you?”

“And what, you think it’s the other way around? I’ve made mistakes, Dick, but that is not something that I do.”

Dick throws his hands into the air. “I don’t know what to think!” He needs to calm down. This was supposed to be Bruce apologizing, and he’s ruining it. “I don’t know what to think,” he repeats more quietly, forcing himself to sit down. It sets him on edge. Batman—Bruce—is still blocking the exits. But he sits. “Okay,” Dick says. He breathes and imagines all the anger leaving his lungs. “I remember what I remember and…you remember what you remember. And neither of us are going to change our minds. So it…it is what it is.” He pivots. “But what about the tooth?”

“The tooth?” Bruce asks, and he’s back to being so fucking calm that Dick wants to sock him in the jaw and, well. If he feels like that, maybe he should have some empathy for what Bruce has to deal with when Dick’s being difficult. And, as this conversation is showing, Dick sure puts in an effort to be difficult. But, difficult or not, he’s still going to say his piece.

“You punched me hard enough that I lost a tooth, Bruce, what do you think I’m talking about?”

“I had to prove—”

“There’s such a thing as an X-ray.”

“I couldn’t risk—”

“No.”

“I didn’t have time—”

“No.”

“You wouldn’t have—”

“No.”

Dick can feel his heart beating too fast, can feel the rush it gives him to listen to Bruce try to defend himself and cut him off at every turn. But that’s not good. That’s not right, Dick shouldn’t be enjoying this, shouldn’t be playing like this is some sort of game, shouldn’t—

“Three times,” Bruce agrees quietly. “Three times. Dick, I—”

“And Spyral?” Dick asks. “What about in the cave, Bruce? Because what you did then…”

“We sparred,” Bruce says, but his face is closed-off.

“Some spar.”

“You wrapped your hands.”

Dick hadn’t remembered that part. But thinking back…Bruce was right. He did wrap his hands. Why had he done that? Why had he given up the one thing that would defend him now, show Bruce that this was wrong? By wrapping his hands, he had made it a spar. He had agreed to participate. It’s not fair to Bruce to pretend otherwise. But… “I asked to stop fighting.” But that’s wrong, isn’t it? He said no, he asked Bruce what was going on, he made it clear he wanted to stop, but he didn’t say that exactly. He wrapped his hands and he fought back. Fuck, he just lied, didn’t he? Dick just lied, but he didn’t mean to.

“You asked not to go to Spyral. You never tapped out.”

And yet… “I didn’t hit back until you sent me flying off a platform into Jason’s memorial. That’s not a spar, Bruce. I wasn’t fighting. You were, but I wasn’t. It wasn’t fair.”

“Dick.”

Dick feels himself falter. Like a marionette with his strings cut, his head tips down to hang loosely over the table. Slowly, he brings a hand to cover his face. It’s humiliating, it’s weakness, but he just. He just needs a moment. “I didn’t want to fight you, Bruce,” he says eventually.

“You could have said that.”

“Would you have listened? You sure didn’t listen the other times I’ve tried to talk to you. I wrapped my hands, I’ll admit it, I’m not being unreasonable Bruce, but I agreed to a spar, not a beating. I wanted to tap out. But.” Dick’s losing the thread. He was saying something really important, but he can’t remember where he was going. “I wanted to tap out,” he repeats. “I wanted to tap out, but I didn’t think I could. And you just kept hitting.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Dick.”

“I want…” It’s not about what Bruce is saying. He apologized. He said it wasn’t Dick’s fault. But Dick kept pushing for more and more and more. Because it wasn’t enough. Because it was just words. “I want you to be sorry.”

Fuck, Dick sounds like the Red Hood right now. Except, Jason’s grievances are legitimate and Dick’s…well, it’s not that his aren’t, he really hopes he’s in the right here, but his are certainly less important.

“I want you to hit me again,” he admits. It comes out of nowhere, but it’s not a lie. Because if Bruce just…just hit him. Now. After Spyral. Not under mind control. No Court of Owls, or dead sons, or dead friends, or justification. If Bruce just hit him, Dick would be right. He would know. And he tries to be a good person, a good leader, a good son, but he can’t get rid of that insufferable need to be right. Then again, Dick’s been scorning every single one of Bruce’s attempts to make things right this conversation. He’s been provoking Bruce at every turn, like it’s some sort of game. If Bruce hit him now, it probably wouldn’t change anything. Dick would be upset, but he’d know that he was also being an asshole and, when it came down to it, it was mostly his fault.

Bruce agreed it wasn’t, something in him says. But Bruce didn’t mean that.

“Dick…” Bruce says quietly. He sounds. He sounds devastated. And all Dick can think is good, and yeah, Dick’s definitely being an asshole right now. What kind of kid—not that Dick is a kid, but he sure feels like one right now—what kind of kid wants his father to hit him? What kind of kid says that out loud?

“I want to forgive you,” Dick says, “but I can’t forgive you if I can’t figure out if there’s something to forgive.”

The two of them are quiet for a long time. Dick doesn’t have anything else to say. He didn’t start this. He’s not the one who broke into his apartment and forced a conversation. And Bruce…

Dick watches his father sit still as a statue, clearly searching for words he doesn’t have.

Eventually, Bruce swallows visibly. “There is,” he says quietly. “I never meant for things to end up like this.”

Like what? Dick sitting across from him in an apartment a city away? All things considered, this is a pretty alright way for it to have gone. Dick could be away with the Titans permanently. They could be completely estranged. Dick could be dead.

“I should have adopted you earlier,” Bruce says, out of nowhere. “I shouldn’t have told you that you weren’t welcome in the Manor. I should never have hit you. I—”

“Stop,” Dick hisses. It’s too much. It doesn’t feel real even. It feels like someone’s skinning him alive and he’s just out of it enough to realize that this has to be a dream, but it isn’t and— “Just stop. I get it, okay? You’re sorry. Fine.” He leans over, resting his forehead in his hand and propping his elbow up on the table. It doesn’t make his growing headache any better. “I know I’m still allowed in Gotham. We’re fine. Alright?” Dick should be savoring this, but he just wants it to be over. “Now go and focus your efforts on the kids who actually need them. Tim still isn’t convinced he’s part of the family. Jason thinks you wish he never came back. Damian has some of his drawings in an art show, you should—”

“I know,” Bruce interrupts.

“Huh?”

“I know about the art show,” Bruce says awkwardly. “It’s in my calendar. I plan to go.”

Dick feels the wind leave his sails. “Yeah, good. That’s good.” He looks up at Bruce. “Did you want anything else, or did you just feel the need to invade my home so you could offload your feelings and stop feeling guilty?” That was unfair. Really unfair. Dick had just said they were good, he didn’t mean to say that, and Bruce clearly is trying. More than he’s ever tried before. More than he needs to. Dick should be grateful.

Bruce freezes, like he never even thought breaking into Dick’s apartment after an argument could be a bad idea. “I…shouldn’t have come here,” he says eventually. “I really was trying to. To be better. I was trying to be calm. I think I did a good job of that. But I shouldn’t have come here.”

Yeah, Bruce did do a good job. Dick was provoking him at every turn, and Bruce didn’t shout once. Dick wishes Bruce shouted. When Bruce is reasonable, Dick feels like he’s crazy, but…that’s a Dick problem, not a Bruce problem. If people being reasonable make him feel crazy, then Dick has something wrong with him.

“I shouldn’t have said that,” Bruce says suddenly, breaking Dick out of his thoughts.

There’s a lot Bruce shouldn’t have said. There’s even more that Dick shouldn’t have said. “What?”

“That I did a good job of being calm. I don’t know why I said that.” Dick doesn’t know why he said half the things he said in this conversation either. He feels like a yoyo, de-escalating only to escalate again. He can’t make up his mind. “It’s difficult not to fall into the same patterns. Not that that’s an excuse.”

“I understand,” Dick says. He does. It’s a familiar rhythm, arguing with Bruce. Fights and betrayal and rage and storming out, accompanied by the occasional physical altercation. It’s almost comforting, even as it tears him apart. And it’s very, very difficult to avoid. “And you weren’t wrong.”

“I was.” The frustration is evident in Bruce’s voice. “I did the bare minimum.”

Dick shrugs.

“What do you want from me?”

Dick shrugs again. He wants to pause this moment in time and save it away and then come back to it later, when he has an actual answer that will leave him satisfied but won’t start another fight. But he doesn’t have that. Right now, he wants to go to sleep. Maybe have some hot cocoa first.

He has a feeling that he’ll be lying awake for a while tonight, even without caffeine.

“We’re fine, Bruce. This is the most…you’ve apologized, okay? Maybe not for everything I wish you would, but you apologized. Just...go back to Gotham and I’ll come over next weekend or something.”

“What do you want me to apologize for?”

Dick shakes his head. “Bruce, you’re not even going to remember half the things I care about. They were big to me, but not to you. I mean, do you even remember our fight after you made Jason Robin?”

“Not very well,” Bruce admits. “I know you were…upset.”

“You broke a display case,” Dick says. It sounds ridiculous when he says it. Sure, breaking things is one the checklist questions he’d ask a civilian—why the fuck is he thinking about the checklist?—but in the grand scheme of things… “It’s not that big of a deal. But I was really freaked out. See? It’s mostly little things.”

Bruce, in an uncharacteristic break from stoicism, rests both elbows on the table and puts his head in his hands. A few moments later, he raises his head again and looks Dick in the eye. “I shouldn’t have done that. And. And I find it difficult to believe I hit you when I you tried to stop me from going after Gordon’s killer, but…I have done similar things enough times that…I probably should not find it so difficult. So, I’m.” He swallows. “I’m sorry, Dick.”

“Just stop,” Dick says. Something’s crawling underneath his skin. This isn’t right, it isn’t real, it’s all just so wrong. Bruce is telling him exactly what he asks to hear, and it’s so ridiculous that he’d be more inclined to believe he’s currently in a simulation controlled by a fifth grader than actually listening to Bruce speak. Wait. There’s an idea. “38D90234FJK16.”

Bruce’s eyes widen. “9021V4Q3.”

Well, he got the identification code correct.

“I should go,” Bruce says, and this time, he stands up.

“That’s not suspicious at all.”

Slowly, Bruce sits down again. “I. You think I’m an imposter?”

“No.” He got the identification response code correct. And despite the weird turn Bruce has taken, he still gets the base mannerisms, the speech, the Bruce-ness correct in a way that Dick has never seen an imposer manage. It’s pretty embarrassing that Dick had to check, but he thought that Mr. ‘It’s not paranoia if they’re actually out to get you’ would appreciate the diligence. “I just figured…”

“You figured I don’t sound like myself.”

Dick doesn’t deny it.

“I shouldn’t have come here. I said that, and then I kept talking, didn’t I?” Bruce sighs. “Do you want me to leave, Dick?”

Dick doesn’t particularly want to stand up from the table. He didn’t want Bruce here, but right now, well, he is here. They’re not fighting. It’s okay. This is okay. “I don’t know.”

“I…” Bruce exhales. “I won’t hit you again. That’s a promise. If I break it, I want you to deal with me.”

Dick sighs. “We fight plenty, Bruce. I don’t—I’ve hit first, before. That’s not a promise you want to make.”

“I promise,” Bruce repeats. “If you want to talk, in the future, you can come to Gotham. Or call me. But I should leave.”

“Okay.”

Bruce stands up again.

“Wait,” Dick says suddenly.

He isn’t sure what he’s supposed to say. I forgive you? But Dick doesn’t, not really. He wants to, but he’s still so angry. Maybe irrationally so. Definitely irrationally so. I want you to stay? Dick doesn’t want the conversation to be over, but he’s too tired for it, and Bruce probably has things to do in Gotham. I don’t forgive you? Dick wants to see what happens. Wants to watch the illusion break the second Bruce can’t get his reconciliation. He needs to say it. Needs to prove that this is all fake. He steels himself for the anger, for the mask to break, for the hurricane to start again and drag him into its winds.

“I don’t forgive you,” Dick whispers.

“You shouldn’t.”

Bruce turns around and leaves. Dick sits alone at the kitchen table for a long, long time.

#fanfiction #dick grayson #bruce wayne #batman #tw: abuse #dc comics #dcu #dc #batfamily #batfam #dc fanfiction #batman fanfiction #dick grayson fanfiction #bad parent bruce wayne

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luwritesomething · 2 years

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DAMIAN WAYNE HEADCANONS !!!

ah, love of my life. this man right here got me years ago into learning more about the batfam and now here i am. you can say it’s kind of his fault. anyways,,, no one asked for this but my brain did.

requests are open! hit that anon button and tell me your idea!

warnings: swearing, hadn’t been proof-read.

damian’s head is a MESS. don’t get me wrong, the guy is a little genius, but imagine the chaos of languages he has -- arab, english, chinese, i’m a hundred percent he knows russian, urdu is nanda parbat’s official language...

because of this (^^) he just sometimes shuts down and stays silent. he can’t even think.

he loves all animals but he can’t handle insects. jason found out, and damian bribed him with a collectors special edition of classical books. nobody must know his weaknesses.

he writes in cursive, i have no clues but also no doubts.

words are difficult for him, that’s why he talks the way he does -- so professionally, like he is from another age.

can stand tim (in small amounts) but no longer they will always have an intellectual rivalry -- it’s probably more from damian’s side rather than tim’s.

he still feels like he has to hide that he looks up to dick.

damian searched what fanfiction was. he’s scarred for life now.

he’s straight up bored of paparazzi. he’ll go lady gaga on their ass and stare at the ones that are hidden in a bush trying to take pictures of him in secret.

also he will go full cole sprouse on the people trying to take pictures on him while he’s walking through gotham (this means he will snap pictures of the civilians before they snap a picture of him. camera duels, that’s the name)

listens to A LOT of music. everything his siblings listen to, he does too. classical music is his favorite, however. (also enjoys jazz).

taking care of his animals and his duties as robin are his favorite activities.

doesn’t understand social media, but still uses it. he’s too stubborn to admit he’s bad handling that.

too lazy to figure out how to cook, but if he tried in the slightest, he would be an amazing cook.

damian is an incredibly fast learner. it amazes the fuck out of bruce how many new things he can learn in just one day.

he grows to be an actually very kind person, but his snarky remarks and dry humor never disappears.

likes the addams family. what a surprise.

doesn’t get horror/slasher movies. he keeps getting bored and doesn’t react to the jumpscares. jason says he is dead inside, which everyone agreed on.

they don’t know (^^) that damian is making a superhuman effort to not kick someone when the jumpscares occur because this little guy has his senses to the maximum all the time.

can’t be bothered unless someone is being ignorant or trashing about his family. he’s the only one that trashes about his family >:(

texts like a grandpa but at least he knoews what’s happening (most of the times)

like jason, damian has been kicked out of the wayne family chat numerous times.

has an elderly person soul except for when he’s fighting. then he’s a vicious little shit-

plays piano. no, i will not elaborate.

will correct your grammar in a condescending tone of voice.

“don’t patronaze me.” @ everyone.

has general knowledge about a shit ton of things. and since he doesn’t know how to properly socialize (canon) will spill those facts in order to start a conversation during galas.

has threatened the police -- 10/10 will do it again.

damian couldn’t care less about gossip but since he’s a good listener he always ends up knowing the tea about E V E R Y T H I N G.

cocky bastard. that’s it, that’s all i’m saying.

he has no idea how to handle compliments. it still makes him freeze whenever someone says he’s cute or has pretty eyes.

“no.” (damian’s answer every time someone calls him cute).

believes in soulmates and in love at first sight, not as a superficial concept but as a ‘i’m clicking and mystically attracted to this person rewardless of their looks’.

reads A LOT.

never as much as jason, and also he doesn’t just read like narrative books -- he reads those thick books about how to do things, biographys, and studies about subjects he randomly knows about.

barely sleeps, if he ever does.

sleep is for the weak™

(^^) proceeds to randomly fall asleep during patrols or family dinners.

acts like a brat but he actually isn’t -- it’s so complicated to explain, i hope someone just gets it.

at 17 he’s taller than dick and almost as tall as jason. suck it, @ everyone who mocked his height.

jon kent is his Best Friend™

(^^) damian told me himself.

he’s very handsome (canon lolz)

no but like, i mean, he will actually be one of those men you think ‘good fucking lord, he’s handsome’

damian thinks selina is cool.

has a lot of anger and frustration inside. it calms him down knowing jason also has problems like those because it makes him feel more... normal.

because normal is something damian would have liked to feel if he hadn’t been conceived to be perfect.

he would love six of crows -- would really like kaz brekker.

secretly enjoys the ya genre, will never admit it out loud.

#damian wayne #damian wayne headcanons #damian wayne headcanon #batfam #jon kent #!!!!#batfamily #damian wayne fic #robin #fifth robin #fourth robin #ask me for a part 2 #im begging

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robinsdearest · 2 years

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Three Steps Back (Part 2)

Jason Todd x Reader | Dick Grayson x Reader

Part 1

It had been six weeks since the alley incident. Six weeks since Jason returned to your world. He had reappeared in your memory where you were still lost from his. Your encounter had essentially ruined most of Jason’s progress. More than just a few steps back.

He lost his older brother: Dick declined Jason’s calls, he refused to join the rest of the family in stakeouts or takedowns, and he has not been seen at Wayne Manor since. Jason wasn’t positive Dick was avoiding him specifically until the devil spawn approached him after a night on patrol. Damian said Dick wanted space, but Jason didn’t think he had meant the whole damn galaxy. He just wanted answers. He wanted to speak to someone that could provide information, but he refused to speak to you.

You had flooded his thoughts after that fateful night. His dreams were filled with the photos from his phone, now turned to moving pictures- they felt like out of body experiences, Jason now watching you and circus boy in his place. A third wheel, unwanted and forgotten. Is that how you had felt?

Maybe this was for the best. After all, Jason seemed to remember everything else. Or so he thought.

Jason tried to go back to the small basics to see if you truly were the only missing piece. He walked his old neighborhood to find the alley where he first took the Batmobile wheels. He instantly knew the route to his favorite cheeseburger diner. He followed the path that led to Dick’s old apartment- the fire escape still creaked on the third step. Jason even borrowed Tim’s bicycle to make sure he at least remembered the simple mechanics. It took him a whole week to go through different parts of memory lane.

Jason’s head hit the pillow back at his apartment. It’s been an exhausting time- he hasn’t taken any mercenary jobs since meeting you again. It was early in the morning after a particular long patrol night. He just needed a clear head. Jason’s memory held true for even the smallest things. But you were no small thing. His mind crawls to the saying from one of those cheesy romance movies Stephanie made him watch with her last week. “Distance makes the heart grow fonder.” Yeah, what a piece of shit. Jason feels sick.

The phone ringing brought Jason to his senses. He answers with a grunt.

“I want to talk.”

Jason shoots upward from his position, sitting tall.

“Dick?” Silence must mean compliance. “Sure. Name the time and place.”

The older man speaks softly away from the phone. Jason can’t make out what was said, but assumes it was with a third person for confirmation.

“B’s cave. Tonight.”

And before Jason could ask for more specifics, the line drops. It’s two more steps forward at least.

With no direct scheduled meeting, Jason arrives to the cave late in the evening. Nerves ultimately kept him home, even if the vigilante convinced himself otherwise. Tim and Dick are standing by the weapons vault, Dick smiling at something Tim had said to him. The smile fades quickly when he hears Jason.

“What’s this “oui” bit, French man?” Jason attempts his own joke to ease the tension. “I thought you said it was just you.”

To Jason’s delight, Tim snickers in response. Dick’s frown tightens. There’s a vein on his neck that could pop at any moment.

“Timmy’s here for mediation.” Dick nods in the aforementioned kid’s direction. “I don’t have much to say to you in all actuality.”

It’s Jason’s turn for a vein to pop. “Then why the hell did you call me all the way out to the manor? I’ve got cases to follow.” Lies to cover his own turmoil.

Dick puffs air through his nose. He can probably see through the lies. “Whatever.” Dick finally turns to face Jason, scowling at his brother. Jason gulps, not expecting the intensity of his gaze. “I want you to know that nothing you say will change their mind. They’ve had a lot of time to think, and I’ve been chosen.” The last word has more venom than anyone would care to admit. It’s said with malice: a choice was made. The ferocity of his voice surprises even Dick. He swears under his breath, putting a hand on the back of his neck. He apologizes quietly.

“They just want to clear the air. Get closure.” Jason finally registers that circus boy is speaking about you. A twinge of pain has Jason desperately searching for words, but all he can do is nod.

Dick takes Jason’s response in stride, gliding right past him. From somewhere behind him, Jason can hear Dick lower his voice. Tim turns to follow Dick, motioning Jason to follow. As Jason turns, his breath is stolen from his lungs.

You’re sitting at one of the data tables. Your leather jacket is thrown across the back of your chair, and your cheeks are tinted pink- from crying, Jason can finally tell. You’re even more breathtaking than the night he first saw you. He sits in the chair next to you, there is still a safe distance between your bodies. Jason wants to give you the room to run if you wanted, but he can’t help but need to be close. He wants nothing more than to remember everything. Remember you.

Dick and Tim both leave the cave for now. Dick is calm as he gives you one last glance before the door shuts; the exes are left alone for the first time.

You’re refusing to look at him. He cranes his neck to meet your lowered eyes and whispers your name, an easy tenderness rolling off his tongue.

“It really is you.” Your lip begins to tremble. Jason doesn’t initially understand the feeling in his rib cage. “I was in denial for so long.” Your hands shake with your voice. “I mourned you.” A tear finally falls, and Jason can’t breathe. Guilt. Inconsolable guilt.

“If it’s any consolation, it’s not exactly what I wanted.” Jason mentally kicks himself. This is not a good time for humor to fill the void of uneasiness. You scoff, causing Jason to flinch.

“No. Nobody wanted it.” Your tears are flowing faster now. Jason can’t help but feel empathetic. He doesn’t know you, but he feels for you. He hasn’t felt anything for a long time.

You’re still refusing to look at him directly. You use your T-shirt sleeve to wipe your nose. Adorable, but gross. His eyes refuse to leave your face, searching for anything to help him remember more.

“You were itchy.” Your sudden confession causes Jason to choke on his spit. He coughs a few times.

He speaks when he finds his tongue. “Hold on. Itchy?”

Your teary laugh bubbles through him- he can’t help but smile.

“People say everyone has an itch they can never scratch just right.” You look up at Jason through wet eyelashes. A deep breath in. “You and me.” A deep breath out. “We scratched all our itches. We joked about it all the time actually. How we thought we were perfect for each other. Everything you did for me was just so perfect, even when we were that young. We melded. We scratched each other’s itches, made everything feel just right. Itchy.”

The way the last word rolls off your tongue burns Jason’s heart. It was said with such familiarity, so many memories embedded in just a single word, an unfleeting feeling.

“Do you really not remember anything about me?” Your eyes are shining, boring a hole through Jason’s heart. He can’t lie to you.

“I see glimpses.” You nod, letting him continue. “Dreams of possible memories. I don’t know if they’re real.” You wipe your nose again. He stumbles on his next words. “I wa- I want.” Breathe, for crying out loud. “I want them to be real.” A confession of his own that Jason didn’t know he needed to say. He mindlessly thinks he’s going crazy.

You were left with everything when Jason was killed. Jason was left with nothing. You were forgotten from Jason’s memory and from his heart. Jason continued to leave scratches in your life, now turned to painful scars.

Your thumbs are kneading into your palm. A nervous tick that has Jason’s own hand flexing in response. The action reaches a part of Jason’s mind he didn’t know existed. Is this remembering? It almost surprises him how badly he wants to hold your hand.

Almost.

Jason reaches forward, attempting to close the space between the digits. Your mouth drops only slightly as you watch his hand inch towards yours.

A voice stops Jason’s movements, only a few centimeters away.

Dammit.

“5 minutes are up.” Tim was always going to keep up his end of the deal with Dick. Damn replacement.

Jason throws a look at his younger brother that the evil genius seems to ignore. Tim shuffles awkwardly on both feet as he watches you gather your things. You reach down to grab Jason’s hand. Yours seem much different than his: small, gentle, soft. But it fits so perfectly in his own. Itchy. The breath in his throat catches when you squeeze his fingers.

“Take care of yourself, Jay.”

As you walk away, the smell of your perfume trickles around Jason’s nose. Almost comically beckoning him with a cartoon finger to follow you. The nickname sticks to his ears, making them ring. Maybe Jason really is going crazy.

Tim nods in your direction after you place a hand on his shoulder with a simple thanks. The two men watch you exit the cave, eventually out of sight but never out of mind.

Tim whistles a small tune after a beat of silence.

“Dick suggests you forget about it. Everything. The photos. Everything about the two of them, the two of you. Move on; move forward.”

Jason knocks the table a few times in contemplation, giving an apathetic hum. If he is going crazy, Jason will need help.

“And what do you suggest, Timmers?”

Jason rolls his eyes when he’s met with silence. Tim whistles a long, low trill, almost as if he’s giving himself time to think. Jason dares to look towards him, yet the younger man is doing nothing but grinning ear to ear.

“You’ve never been too keen on following direct orders.”

#jason todd x reader #Jason Todd #dick grayson x reader #red hood fanfic #dc fanfic #robinsdearest #dick grayson #tim is good cop bad cop #haha get it oui like we #do we want a part three to see who is chosen officially #itchy

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morgansunflower · 1 year

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Let Me

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language

Words:1453

Requested taglist:@too-strong-to-lose

Arthur's notes! Third P. O. V

Jason is under Ivy's control and hurts those he loves.

Jason let's out a loud yell punching his fist into the wall. His breaths were heavy but not as heavy as his heart. He was free of her control. His eyes change from bright green back to his natural blue color. He sees the bruising form on Y/N's arm. He looks at his hands seeing the pistol. He throws it to the ground, horrified with himself.

"Jason" she slowly stepped to him "are you ok?"

He felt like a monster, that he had snapped like he always feared he would "st-stay away from me"

"Jason you didn't hurt me, Ivy did. It wasn't really you, you could never hurt me, hurt us"

He looks at her angel like eyes, but how could he ever think of even looking at her after what he did to her. He fought the control though not everyone made it out ok. He sees Grayson holding the bullet wound on his shoulder. Cassandra was fine, of course. Damian was pretty beaten up with a few bruises. Stephanie had a black eye and many bruises. Tim had his arm cut deeply from Jason's knife. Duke thankfully was sound asleep at home. Bruce was fine like Cassandra. His body feels heavy as he forces himself to stay standing. Each altercations were brutal with each of them, but he shaked with every shot or blow. He looks back at Y/N. His love. He couldn't touch her. He takes a deep breath.

"Little-Wing it's--" he quickly prevented his older brother from speaking

"shut up Dick!!"

"Jason please listen to me. This wasn't your fault, it's OK. You're not a monster..." she reaches to touch his face. Her touch felt too perfect.

He steps back further away from her, he carefully moved her hand away from him "don't touch me! I Fucking.. I Fucking fucked up o-okay. Just stay the hell away from me" he coldy said turning away

"son" Bruce pleaded

Jason continues to walk away from them. Y/N steps to comfort him but Bruce stops her.

"give him time" he encourages

-"Jason go back to her, what are you doing? You have to go back to her" Oracle said to him

"I don't deserve anything Barb" he brokenly said cutting off his com off

It was 3 horrible days later Jason eats his fry and swallows hardly eternally breaking. He remained quiet as Alfred eyes his grandson with genuine worry. Y/N had been calling him for days even his siblings. He won't talk to anyone but Alfred, still consumed with guilt that he hurt them.

"you were under another person's control. You had no true intentions to hurt your loved ones" Alfred said, trying to reassure that he's still his grandson. That he's still apart of the family.

"..but I did"

"they do not see it that way, they love you. Y/N is truly heartbroken over the situation. She truly desires to be with you" Alfred pleaded.

That night. Y/N wakes from her sleep hearing something in the kitchen. She takes her batarang and hides it behind her back. She walks into her kitchen dropping the weapon as she sees who's there.

"Jason?" her heart warms.

"ha-hey.. I da--I didn't mean to.. I didn't want to wake you up" his voice shaky, this was so hard.

She didn't bother asking why he's snuck into her house, she's just worried he's not ok.. She knows he's not. If he was he would've called ahead. He needed to see her fave that brought him peace. To hear her voice that melted the pain. He wanted to confide in her. He gripped the kitchen island his heart racing. She was really beautiful in that f/c sleepwear. He never felt as good with someone else. She was incredible.

"are you ok?"

"I'm trying to get there.." she walks closer to him "look.. This is really hard to say.. I.. I've been lying to myself about being ok for a long time" he confessed letting out a deep breath. "lying to you that I've been ok these past few days.. the times we were together have really helped me heal.. I don't really do shit on my own well, I don't want to be alone"

She touches his face "you're worthy of love Jay. I will remind you that every single day. I want to be here for you, just like you are there for me"

He let's out a heartfelt sigh as his worry leaves his heart. He leans down to kiss her and wraps his arms around her waist. They made their way to her bedroom both holding each other. In her arms Jason never felt more safe and loved. He was finally going to sleep well. 3 weeks later Christmas day. Jason and Y/N walk with their arms locked up the steps to Wayne Manor. She had given him his gift already. It was his favorite first book when he was Robin. He told her he was saving his gift for later. She was a little worried he must have forgotten to get her anything or couldn't figure out what to get her. He hasn't seen the family since what had happened. His girlfriend had been trying to encourage him to see them but he was too nervous. Now he didn't exactly have a choice.

"it's OK, you'll always be apart of this family" she encourages

"I know.. I just.. I feel like I failed them. They must think of me as a mon--" she stopped him by kissing his lips, she wouldn't allow him to think such a horrible thing.

"they know how much you care. You are a good man Jason. I'm proud of you and I love you"

With her, he grew into a better person. He felt whole. The more he thought how deeply he loves her, the more emotional he became. He opened the door. Thru are instantly greeted by the family. Stephanie ran hugging her big brother. Cassandra hugged Jason with her feet off the ground. He was like a giant teddy bear. Jason was, taken aback by his sisters kindness. Y/N softly smiled her heart warming. Bruce was grateful this Christmas includes all his children. Jason sat in Bruce's study trying to imagine the best way to ask her. He reaches in his pocket taking her present. He loves her so much. He wanted to marry her. If they had a baby? That'd be pretty great too.

"son?" Bruce said surprised to see what he was doing.

Jason panicked and quickly placed it back into his pocket. He stands to his feet looking to his Dad.

"hey B.. Alfred finally done with the dinner? You know I've been waiting for hours" he awkwardly asked.

Bruce softly smiled "I didn't see anything" he lied

Jason walked into the kitchen Y/N reached to hug him. He holds her tightly. He couldn't wait another second.

"want to go do those cheesey ass pics?"

"yes! Thanks, I know you hate doing pictures but I just love the to remember the moment"

Jason had to bite his lip, the fact that he chose Christmas was cheesy enough. This certainly will be a moment to remember. He asked Cass to help because anyone else would freak out and wouldn't shut up. They did a few cute and funny poses. Cassandra continued to click the button getting adorable photos of them. Jason gives Y/N a blindfold

"what are you doing?" she asked with her eyebrow crooked

"just trust me" he pleads

"ok" she sighs a little nervous.

He puts the blindfold on her. He walks to Cass showing her the present. Cass softly gasped and hugged her brother to congratulate him. He walks to get into position. Back inside the Manor Steph looks out the window. She screams so loudly everyone within the Manor heard. They all run to her in worry but are instantly relieved to see she's OK. She stutters jumping up and down while pointing out the window.

"Jason's proposing to Y/N! JASON'S PROPOSING TO Y/N! Aww, is he crying?!" Stephanie exclaimed.

Y/N takes the blindfold off and screeched in shock. She takes a deep breath trying not to cry. She feels tears fall down her face as he smiled up to her. While on his knee he couldn't help getting emotional. Cassandra was even getting emotional from the beautiful moment.

"Y/N.. Will you marry me?"

She nods repeatedly overwhelmed "yes!"

He quickly places it on her finger and lifts her off her feet. He kisses her deeply. He yelled out excitement while spinning her around. He looks up to the Manor seeing his family celebrating.

#Jason Todd X Reader #Jason Todd #batfamily #dick grayson #Bruce Wayne #Damian Wayne #Duke Thomas #Stephanie brown #Tim Drake #Cassandra cain #Barbara gordon #Alfred Pennyworth #Angst #heavy hurt #Hurt Batfamily #Fear #Crying #fluff

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themurderofcrowscollective · 1 year

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Yes, this is another post! A bit angsty? Yes Jason mostly involved? Also yes I'm proud to present to you, how everyone approaches Jason if he's having either a mental breakdown or panic attack! Be prepared for fluff too. Bruce: As someone who has had a lot of bad shit happen to him as well, Bruce does his best in being there for Jason and despite each other having their differences, Bruce's hugs help a lot to keep him grounded to this reality. He also is quite the man of many words of comfort. Dick: While he does try his best, Dick often just sits next to Jason with an arm around him after covering him with a weighted blanket and making sure he has tissues and tea. Sometimes he says something, but it's hard for Dick to say anything in fear of hurting him. Tim: At first if Jason approaches him to help him, Tim might be a bit cold while being under the impression that Jason is just there to pester him about something but upon seeing Jason in such a state, he'll do the technique of saying five things that he can see, four things he can touch, three things he can hear, two things he can smell and one thing he can taste. This helps most of the time, and Tim lets him stay near him or he turns on a movie while covering him with a weighted blanket. Damian: Surprisingly the little demon cares for Jason, teaching him breathing techniques and meditating or having Jason focus on his breathing and matching breathing patterns. Afterwards, Damian has Jason eat something while having him drink a lot of water. Then they just hang out with Batcow and the rest of the animals. Duke: He'll worry a lot and visibly too, but he remembers a few things he learned online and from the others like the 5 Things method but Duke knows Jason likes singing so he'll sing something calming. Bonus points if Jason sings along too. Sometimes they'd sing 'Not Today' from Twenty One Pilots Cass: She'd catch on to the early signs of panic showing on Jason's face and in his body language so before it gets bad, she'll remind him to breathe and remember that he is in a place of love and acceptance with people who love him as a brother and would fight as hard as they could to help him and find him if he went missing. Her hugs are nice too. Stephanie: Pep talk champion, and bad jokes are great medicine. Most folks would take the calm and careful route but sometimes Jason just needs Steph who doesn't take that route and actually has something good to say instead of being careful. She'll also hang around him a lot with the offer of going outside for a walk or a moment of quiet in the library. So far he picks the moment of quiet in the library. Alfred: Top tier, he's had to manage with Bruce so he knows the tips and tricks to ease Jason from what's ailing him.

#some jason todd angst #with fluff #batfamily headcanons #batfam #batfamily #batdad #batkids #jason todd

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jiminsbabexxx · 2 years

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Afraid

Afraid Part 8

It had been a couple days since the blowout between Bruce and Jason, and Jason was yet to come home. Which led to now you were getting ready for your first day back on patrol, but you couldn’t help but be a little sad that Jason wasn’t here with you. “Y/N, you look good.” Dick said, you smiling softly. “Thanks Dick, I feel good.” You said, standing up from tying your ties on your boots. “Well I’m a little sad that Jay isn’t here.” You said, Dick crossing his arms. “Never underestimate Jason he can hold a grudge for a long time, I mean even you saw he even tried to kill Bruce.” Dick said, Damian and Tim walking into the room.

“What are we talking about?” Tim asked, Dick coming up to you to put his arms around your shoulders. “Talking about Y/N’s first night back out.” Dick said, you smiling. “You’re going to kill it Y/N!” Tim said, Bruce walking in the room. “Y/N, can I have a moment?” Bruce asked, you nodding and walking over to Bruce. “How are you feeling, you okay?” Bruce asked. “I’m okay, a little nervous.” You said.

“That’s okay, normal.” Bruce said. “Dad, what about Jason?” You asked, an angry expression flashing across his face. “Listen Y/N Jason is fine.” Bruce said. “How are you sure?” You asked. “Y/N listen Jason grew up on the streets he knows how to survive.” Bruce said. “And he’s staying at a safe house of mine not to far away.” Bruce said. “Hey, you guys ready?!” Dick shouted, you and Bruce looking over at him. “Cmon beautiful.” Bruce said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

You were on patrol with Tim, standing on top of a rooftop monitoring a transaction with Penguin and his goons. “So what exactly is going on between you and Jason?” Tim asked, you rolling your eyes. “Nothing!” You said firmly. “That’s why you have his name tattooed on you.” Tim said, you shooting a glare at him. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell.” Tim said, hands up in defense. “He seems obsessed with you.” Tim said, after minutes of silence.

“Can’t you see?” Tim asked, you ignoring him. “Y/N?” Tim asked. “Jesus Tim can you shut the fuck up?!” You whisper yelled, Tim being caught off guard. “Sorry Y/N.” Tim said, being caught off guard by a scream. You and Tim both rushing over to the edge of the rooftop seeing Dick being held by Penguin and his goons, you standing up taking your grapple off your belt. “What are you doing?!” Tim asked. “Going to save the day.” You said, Tim grabbing your leg.

“Are you kidding that’s a suicide attempt?!” Tim said, you shrugging him off. “Well someone has to help him, guess it’s me.” You said shooting your grapple, landing in front of the building taking care of the goons outside of the building. “Look’s like the Bat isn’t coming to save you any time soon, might as well get comfy lover-boy!” Penguin said, holding a gun up to Dick’s head. “Nice to see you didn’t learn your lesson P.” You said, walking into the building. “Who the bloody hell are you?!” Penguin asked, you smirking. “Phoenix.” Dick said simply.

“Phoenix?!” Penguin asked. “That’s Miss to you.” You said. “Get her!” Penguin yelled, his goons coming after you. Dick then getting the upper hold on Penguin seeing him distracted, you were fighting off his goons till Penguin then grabbed you by your hair putting the gun up to your temple. “Phoenix!” Dick yelled, walking towards you. “One more step and I blow her brains out!” Penguin yelled, Dick stopping.

“Put the fucking gun down!” Jason said firmly, walking up behind Penguin. “Who are you?!” Penguin asked. “Your worst fucking nightmare.” Jason said, putting a gun up to Penguin. “Red Hood.” You said. “Miss me beautiful?” Jason asked, hitting Penguin in the back of his head with the gun causing Penguin to pass out. Bruce, Tim, and Damian then rushing into the building. “You okay?” Jason asked, you pulling him into a hug. “Don’t ever do that shit to me again.” You said, Jason chuckling. “I won’t.” Jason said.

Song~ Ghost By Confetti

Taglist: @itsybitchylittlewitchy

#jason todd smut #batfam headcanons #arkham knight x reader smut #arkham knight x reader #arkham knight smut #red hood x you #jason todd x you #jason todd fluff #arkham knight

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tea-and-bacon · 1 year

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My Tim Drake Headcanon

I have this head canon were Tim at some point in time became fed up with fighting the same villains, muggers and assasins over and over. And took that very personally. Like they are the reason he can't learn that cool skate trick he saw online. They are the reason he can't take fucking vacation without waiting for the phone to ring. Because of them he can't do all things he wants to. And he is even angrier because he can't just walk away and retire. Ra's is still on his ass and he is fucking done. Ethics matter too, but he needs someone to blame.

So he fights them, with the same anger his brothers had at the beginning. And it started to get personal, but he had a talk with Jason (it was awkward but good) and now has a whole plan for when he needs to take some breathers. Doesn't mean he still isn't spiteful as fuck. He is. At this point it's a running joke within the family. He bitches about mission worse than anyone else, ironically he is very funny when he does. Bruce told him off before, said something about serious business and the moral of the team. That made it worse because Tim bitching doesn't mean he doesn't go and do the thing.

Dick tried to talk him into Yoga and 'letting go of certain resentments' but was quickly discouraged. Ever since then he just waits scowling until Tim is done.

Damien can for the first time relate to Tim. Although he bitches back about Tim 'getting his shit together. Deep down Damien is laughing, even tho another voice tells him he was the same way once; and really their Position just have been switched.

Jason for the first time can relate to Dick, who 'ilke a wimp' gave up, cheering Tim up and not letting Bruce hear too much of the complaining. Now he is the eldest all of a sudden and has to manage his siblings. He didn't want this job.

Cass just laughs and eggs him on. Her favourite is the Killer Croc rant, mainly because it involved a stupid amount of biology and ethics. Which would lead to a back and forth between Tim and the other on duty. Which then evolved into bickering about food (frozen Pizza is shit and no one could convince her otherwise). It was Fun and it always went that way. Always.

Duke would just laugh and pick out important/ interesting things, like were Damien hid his paintings when he wasn't ready to share or how you can tell it's gonna be a bad night, because someone had a bad day (Tim just mutters under his breath those days, execept when it's Damien 'Lil' Hellion can't complain, he was the same'). And how to tell when there will be more of Joker soon. Also it's really funny.

Steph has stopped listening entirely. To her it's just background noise. Dick thinks he has it bad, but really it's Steph. Tim calls her. All time. She fell asleep to his rants more often than not. And don't get her started on the tea Tim gives her. If only she could share it with more people than Cass, who never cares.

#it's been living in my head rentfree #tim drake #tim drake wayne #batfamily #batman #tim drake runs on spite #change my mind #headcanon #red robin

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melancholyandfrogs · 2 years

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Things that Tim Drake has said about/to Jason Todd:

"Looking at you makes me want to die. Well—die more."

*is in a fight with Damian while Jason watches and wants to get out, points at Jason, who's genuinely just trying to read his book* "He fucked your mom, remember?" Then he ran away.

"You're making my coffee sad." "You make me sad." "Great comeback, Bucket Head, really."

"It's not normal for someone to be as stupid as they are tall, and yet there he stands."

*after Jason complains about Bruce* "I don't know why that bothers you. You're practically alike." Jason looks like he just got killed again, and gasped. Tim smirked. "Birds of a feather, Jay-bear, birds of a feather."

"Whore."

"Trust him? Dickie, no offense, but he's the idiot that got him into this mess in the first place." "And I'll get myself out—alone!" "No you won't, you're too stupid for that. Move over, I'm coming."

"Oh sorry," Sipped coffee. "Did my back hurt your knife?"

"Stop shooting, you white-streaked bitch!"

"Oh, Tim-bone! I have something to cheer you up~" "A firing squad you're about to walk in front of blindfolded?"

"It's like you watched all the greats and then did the opposite."

"Every time you talk, you meet every single criteria to get you into Arkham. It's like a sleep deprived party trick."

"Can you please find your self esteem? It's lacking these days and seriously affect the aura in this room." "You hang out with Steph too much."

"I could take you" Cue Jason's laugh.

"I'm not sure how you have your foot in your mouth like a baby, your head up your ass and your nose in my business, yet here we are."

"Okay, zombified Casanova, calm down."

*about medicine* "Put it in my mouth? Dude, I'm not your mom."

"A lunatic, truly—love him though." *gags*

"You're a slut." Because Jason wore shorts.

"This is why B won't let you at W.E." "Nah, it's because I'm dead." "Nah, it's because you suck."

"Suck my dick." He snapped, making Jason step towards him, at which point Tim screamed at the top of his lungs.

Calls him literally anything other than Jason

"Zombie."

"Pea brain."

"Dead boy."

"Dead bird."

"Boy Stupid" (like Boy Wonder)

"Bucket head."

"White-streak."

"Raised dead."

"Mom-fucker." (Talia Al Ghul)

"Mini-Bruce." (the worst one)

"Mini-Dick."

"Big-Damian."

this is for the people who think that Tim doesn't fight back, that he's just a tired Robin who has no spark / Tim Drake has fire / he's an annoying little shit / he knows it too / fuck you

#tim drake #jason todd #incorrect quotes #batfam

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castyells-yeehaw · 2 years

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52 damijon :D the angst potential is killing me

52. “All I want is you and if I can’t have that-“

“What do you think you’re doing, Jonathan?” Damian asked as Jon picked all his belongings and messily put them in his bag, both breathless and anxious

“I’m sorry, Damian, I’ll go”

“You don’t have to” Damian insisted, taking the bag from Jon’s hands so that he’d stop, and it worked but not as he had predicted.

He’d thought Jon would helplessly look him in the eyes and let him talk. Of course, that didn’t happen ( why wasn’t he in a universe in which Jon Freaking Kent fucking listened? )

Instead, Jon muttered a broken apology and flew away.

Damian decided to give him space. He needed some himself. He wasn’t even sure of what he was going to say…

That evening he swallowed all his pride and knocked on Jason’s door.

“Come in!” Was heard from inside, and Damian took a breathe before walking in, “oh, it’s you” he rolled his eyes

“Obviously, Todd”

“What do you want?”

Damian stayed at the door

“I need to make my peace with someone”

“And you think I can help because…?”

“Because if I asked Dick he would tell me to apologise and some cheesy shit, and I’m not interested in it”

“Bruce? Tim? Alfred?”

“Are you going to make me beg for it?” He frowned.

Jason seemed to think about it for a few seconds, that idiot, until he replied

“No, I guess not. So, what have you done?”

“Nothing!” He said before Jason’s unimpressed gaze

“Listen, you’re either too stupid to see you’ve fucked up or too proud to admit it. Either way, you won’t get that person back without acknowledging it”

“Jon was supposed to stay here yesterday”

“I’m aware” he invited him to continue, and closed his laptop as he saw it was going to last longer than he expected

“And we were doing our homework so we could have all day today to play video games and go to the zoo” he told the story, “but I took his phone to check an operation with the calculator because I didn’t have mine. And I put in his password-“

“You know his password?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Nothing. Continue”

“Well, the notes app appeared first thing on the screen and there was a draft of a letter there, that he wrote himself. And it was for me”

“Is this your ego talking, or facts?”

“Dear Damian, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about this for some time- need I continue?” He asked, deadpanned

“It’s weird that you remember it word by word, but no. What did it say? And I don’t have all day, so summarize”

“Basically that he loved me. As in… love, love” Damian dropped his gaze. It was the first time Jason had ever seen him talk about it without his head held up high, in pride and self-respect.

“Well, what did you do?”

“Nothing, he didn’t give me any time!” He complained, “he just ran to my room, tried to take his things and then flew away!”

“Tried?” Jason inquired, fearing Damian had tried to force Jon to stay.

“Yeah? I took the bag because he wasn’t listening to me and-“

“Okay, first of all, you can’t keep someone from leaving if they want, Damian. Think about how Jon felt in that moment… you discovered his darkest secret, one that could basically blow up your whole relationship, and when he tried to back off and clear his head you ran after him and tried to get him to stay… by force?” He raised his eyebrows, as blush crept to Damian’s cheeks.

“You make it sound way worse than it was, Todd”

“No, I think you’re sugarcoating it because you only see what you want to see, and that’s yourself. You can’t be in a relationship if you don’t think of the other”

“Who says I want to?” He fought back

“Do you not?”

“I mean, I do like Jon, but love?” He asked, fearful, dropping at the feet of Jason’s bed, and in that moment everything clicked in for Jason.

Damian had the wrong concept of love. First Talía taught him it was a weakness, then Bruce said it wasn’t but showed otherwise, Dick loved with his heart up his sleeve but in a particular way, and Tim and Jason had a lousy way of showing it.

No wonder the kid was emotionally constipated!

Jason sat with his legs crossed in front of him and said

“Okay, I want you to listen very carefully okay, because I’ll only say this once” Damian nodded carefully, and then he kept going on, “You’re 15 years old, kiddo, and you have a dysfunctional family. Those two things don’t mix up well in terms of love. Now that we settled that… there are people that love you, right? Bruce, Dick, Tim, Jon, Alfred… me” he added, swallowing his own pride so that Damian saw it was alright to open up sometimes. “When you love someone, you like spending time with them, you laugh at their jokes even if they suck, you want what’s best for them, even if it hurts you in the process… you know life hurts more than anyone, so if you have a chance at happiness it would be stupid to let it go, wouldn’t it?”

Damian raised his doubtful eyes

“I don’t want to hurt him”

“You should be talking about this with him. The most important part of a relationship is communication”

“And how do I know he’s the one? What if I fuck up?”

“He’s the only person that has gotten you whining and asking me for advice. I think that means something”

“I’m not whining” he muttered under his breath, “but alright. I’ll go talk to him” he stood up

“And Damian. Boundaries. Don’t rush him nor force him into anything he’s not prepared for”

Damian nodded, and instead of thanking him he offered him a small, grateful smile.

Jason replied with one filled with confidence and encouragement.

“What do you want?” Jon asked, as he heard Robin’s footsteps entering his room. He’d recognise them everywhere. They were the lightest footsteps he’d ever heard, and were walked by a person that carried the weight of the world.

Ironic.

“I want whatever you want to give me. What do you want?”

Jon sighed, and decided to be honest. It was one of his best traits, after all. He was truthful, and he thought Damian deserved an explanation for what he had read.

“I want you, and if I can’t have that-“

“You are an idiot, Kent” Damian bowed his head, “you didn’t even let me explain, and I shouldn’t have kept you from getting the peace you needed so… I’m sorry for that. I’m not sorry for having read the letter, though”

Jon’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion

“I’m sorry?” He thought he’d heard wrong

“Jon, I do love you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you straight away”

“You’ve apologised two times in a single conversation, are you alright? Is this a joke?” His face turned into a suspicious grimace

“No? Do you think I’d ever try to play you with something like this?!“ he argued, indignant, “besides I just said I loved you and you totally ignored it!”

“No, you’re right. I’m sorry” Jon apologised too, and then opened his eyes widely, “wait, did you say you love me?”

“God, had I known you were so off I’d come back later”

“Damian, just answer!” He lost his patience

“Yes! I said it, alright?!” They both fell silent, looking into each other’s eyes, and then uncertainty crept its way up Damian’s mind. “Do you?” He asked, his voice a barely audible whisper, but loud enough that Jon heard it.

Jon, as he had mentioned in his letter, loved hearing what Damian wasn’t strong enough to say out loud, being Damian fully aware of it and still muttering it… it was just a whole new level of trust.

“Yes, I do” Jon smiled, brighter than he ever did, and then got closer to him. “Why did it take you so long?”

“Yeah, you see, my inability to fly held me back a bit” Damian rolled his eyes sarcastically.

“You ran to Dick, didn’t you?” Jon asked with a knowing, playful smile and passed his arms around Damian’s shoulders so their faces were close enough to feel each other’s warmth. ( God he was glad he hadn’t eaten anything since he last brushed his teeth, for having bad breath would be absolutely embarrassing. )

“Nope” Damian replied proudly, putting his hands in Jon’s hips. “I went to Jason”

“Jason?”

“Yes. Now, are we going to keep talking about my idiot brother or are you gonna-“

Jon kissed him. At first none of them knew what to do, and then it turned messier than both of them expected, but it was a kiss that erased all words from Damian’s mind, replacing them with fireworks.

“You talk too much” Jon said when they separated.

@wannajointhecrabcult Hope you liked it💛💛

Pick a prompt and a ship and I’ll write a shot!

#damijon #jondami #dc #prompts #fic #Logan writes

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aalghul · 2 years

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“Jason was reckless because he didn’t wait for backup before going to Sheila” is such a stupid take. He didn’t have backup. Batman had to chase after the truck because that was life or death. Jason had to save Sheila because he knows the Joker wouldn’t just let her live. Jason didn’t care about stopping the Joker as much as he did saving Sheila, hence why he went to talk to her outside of the warehouse instead of going in to kick Joker’s ass.

If this decision qualifies “recklessness” to be a defining train of Jason’s, then I hope you all understand that every Bat is now reckless by nature. That’s what you’re saying. Because all of them (provided we give them all parents that have no training & are just average people) would have done the same thing, especially at that age. Any of them, and I’ll stand by that. Especially Bruce or Dick or Tim. Someone said that us saying Jason isn’t reckless, as proven by this choice, is fans seeing everything in black & white, is or isn’t. But if that’s the stand you’re going to take, be prepared to explain to me why technically reckless decisions made by other Bats don’t qualify them as reckless (no, “they didn’t die” is not a valid answer when we all that Jason would have found a way out if Starlin didn’t hate him).

Every character makes stupid decisions sometimes, they would be boring as hell if they stuck to a prescribed list of traits. That doesn’t mean that every decision is an accurate measure of any character’s tendency for any one trait, especially when there was more than just “recklessness” involved in that decision. The situation itself had other factors besides just Jason “not thinking something through”. Why is it that people only say fans are thinking in black and white when it comes to people saying that [insert something that makes Jason seem like The Bad Robin] isn’t all his character is? Regardless, reducing characters to singular traits based on one decision, despite every interpretation of Jason (pre & post-crisis) before Starlin contradicting that?

More to the point, every Bat has to be reckless. Half the shit they walk into is guaranteed to kill them! Even planning gives them less than a fair chance! They have to take risks, and they do, all the time. Jason’s not the only one to have ever made a reckless decision (because yes, it was reckless of him, but it was his only option because he knew Joker’s unstable & Sheila was in immediate danger). Everyone’s so stuck on labelling everyone with one word traits, and basing that off singular incidents. Characters don’t work like that. Not dynamic ones, at least.

#this was actually part of a reply to someone but i retyped it twice & tumblr just kept deleting it ?? so now it’s thid #it was under one of my posts on jason not dying cuz he was reckless and for some reason an inc*st shipper thought id want their opinion #jason todd wayne #red hood

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lily-drake · 3 years

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De-Aged

Jason: holy shit- she's so tiny!

Dick: *agitated* Jason, focus, what do we do??

Jason: *coos at the baby Marinette* I haven't seen her this small in forever.

Dick: we need- Jason! Focus! what do we do???

Jason: *shrugs* wait it out? I don't know.

Inspired by @bambicambi

Annoyance coursed through Marinette’s veins as she saw the new Akuma of the day. Of course it happened when her family came to visit. Looking up to the sky and praying for strength she turned her back to the chaos, something she would soon regret. Her brothers were asking her what the heck was going on, and as she opened her mouth a baby pink ray of light hit her, and Marinette poofed and in her place sat 4-year-old Marinette Wayne.

Jason and Dick stared at the small child on the ground in shock and after the moments were over Jason eagerly picked her up and spun her around.

“Holy sh*! She’s so tiny!”

Jason called out as he held the small giggling girl to his chest. Dick, was rightfully frustrated and walking in small circles and quickly said,

“Jason, focus, what do we do?”

Upon hearing Jason making cooing noises, he swiftly turned to look at Jason.

“I haven’t seen her this small in forever!”

He exclaimed, nuzzling his nose against the small Marinette.

“We need-Jason! Focus! What do we do?”

Jason shrugged as he held Marinette against his hip. She giggled and tugged at his jacket.

“Wait it out? I don’t know.”

Dick opened her mouth, but stopped when Marinette began to speak.

“Jay-Jay! Ride! Ride!”

Jason’s grin grew and gently set her down while holding her hand. He squared down and carefully released her hand. He could not express the pure amount of joy he felt when she climbed onto his back and wrapped her tiny hands around his neck.

“Jason, have you just forgotten the weirdly dressed flying child that not only turned Marinette, but all of Paris into kids?!”

He…had forgotten. But can you blame him? Marinette was so tiny when she was a kid, and he hadn’t seen her like this in forever.

“Look, contact Zatanna while I keep her safe and distracted.”

Dick sighed in relief replying,

“Alri-wait a minute.”

Jason was already running with a giddily screaming Marinette.

“No fair, I want to cuddle my baby sister too!”

He sighed in frustration, and no he was not pouting. Quickly pulling out his communicator he dialed Zatanna.

“Hello?”

“Hey, so I’m in Paris visiting some family, and this flying kid in really weird clothes is going around de-aging people. Could you come see what’s going on please?”

“Pardon, but what?”

“Yea, it sho-“

Dick quickly ran through the streets dodging beams that were now directed towards him. Why did stuff like this always happen when they traveled?

A few moments later a portal opened and he had never been more relieved to see Zatanna in his life. Zatanna looked around and looked at the villain. As she studied it and was about to jump in, a neon butterfly mask appeared over the child’s face and she realized what this was.

“I can’t do anything, sorry Dick.”

“What?! Why?!”

“This is ancient magic, probably the most ancient magic in the universe. There should be others…, see,”

She said pointing to a cat-like figure in the distance. Dick stared in confusion, what was happening?

While Dick was trying to figure everything out Jason was having the time of his life with Tiny Mari. He was especially thankful that when she was blasted that her clothes were transformed into a white t-shirt and overalls with lions stitched throughout them. He had taken so many pictures of them. We’re people running around everywhere scared, yes, yes they were. But that didn’t stop him from enjoying as much time as he could with his tiny sister like he used to.

“Jay-Jay! There’s a fairy in my pocket!”

“How is there a fairy in the Pixie’s pocket?”

He asked jokingly while swinging the hands back and forth!

“Lookin lookie! It’s a Ladybug fairy! She’s so pwetty.”

Marinette held Tikki in both of her hands and jumped up and down trying to get him to look. Jason chuckled and looked down at the toy. It was cute, he had never seen something like it before. Then it blinked, and flew out of Marinette’s hand, and oh gosh, IT CAN TALK?!

“Marinette, you need to help Chat Noir defeat the akuma?”

“Akuma matata!”

Marinette called out with a giggle. Jason would have laughed, if it weren’t for the flying bug thing talking to his sister, who was currently 4, telling her to help someone defeat the crazed villain.

“Woah! Are you insane?! Look at her?! How do you expect her to fight?!”

The thing looked conflicted before sighing and saying,

“Well, do you want to fight it? You just need to wear the earrings, I can run you through what you need to do!”

“No!”

Marinette screamed.

“I want to be like you and daddy! It’s my turn to help people!”

“Marinette, you're too young.”

Tears began to well up in the small child’s eyes.

“I-it’s no fair! You al-always say that! I want to help!”

She finished stamping her foot definitely with a sharp glare. Jason sighed in exhaustion and turned to the floating creature. He mumbles under his breath,

“Can’t believe I’m letting this happen.”

He knew by the way Marinette was gripping at her ears and the definence in her stance. He could easily take them by force, but he didn’t want to hurt her or make her angry and feel betrayed.

“Can you assure above all else that she will be completely and utterly safe. I will join as well in my hero suit to make absolutely sure.”

“Yes, she has a partner as well who will watch out for her.”

He sighed in relief at that, but there was a new and very heavy weight on his chest that wouldn’t leave until this event was over. He listened to the fairy tell Marinette what she needed to do and almost smiled at the determined face she was making. Her cheeks were so chubby and-no, focus! He pulled out an extra domino mask he always carried with him and zipped up his leather jacket. When he turned around there was a burst of pink light and where Tiny Mari once stood stood his sister in the cutest outfit he had ever seen! It was similar to his old Robin outfit, but closer to Tim’s as she thankfully felt that there needed to be pants. She had small wings on her back with a black cape with red bottom edges that shielded them from view. And in her hands was a tiny yo-yo. Before anything else could happen, he quickly pulled out his phone and took pictures. He wanted to show this to Bruce and brag, sue him.

Soon after that they both left to the rooftops. He was honestly surprised by how easily she maneuvered around the roofs and how easily her yo-yo grappled and released from things. They soon landed next to a Cat Woman knock-off who turned to look at them in surprise and exhaustion. When Marinette saw him she quickly turned to him and tugged on his sleeve. Jason crouched down and Mini-bug leaned close to his ear and whispered,

“Does Selie have a son?”

Jason snickered and glanced up at the kid. He seemed to have heard them if the ears twitching and confused look said anything.

“No Pix. He was just inspired.”

“Oh, okie-dokie!”

“So, I’m assuming you two know each other and she was hit out of suit?”

“Yep, basically.”

“Right. Well, we just need to break the wand, but I can’t get close.”

“Little Lady, cast your charm.”

Mini-bug puffed up her cheeks making her old —and most adorable— thinking face before yelling out while throwing the yo-yo into the air,

“Lucky Charm!”

“A red and black spotted rubber bullet dropped into Mini's awaiting palms. Jason promptly took the bullet and loaded it into his gun, it was the perfect fit. The hideously dressed child flew over to them and flourished her wand creating the opening Jason needed. With one quick shot the bullet flew through the air and hit the wand causing it to snap. A black and purple butterfly began to fly out and mini quickly caught it. She quickly released it bouncing on her heels in pure joy as a wide smile grew onto her face.

“Told ya I coul’ do it!”

“Yes you did, good job Pix.”

Chat Noir, who they hadn’t noticed disappeared, came back with the bullet and handed it to the small girl. She threw the bullet into the air jumping up as well and yelled out,

“Miraculous Ladybug!”

Millions of Ladybugs flew through the air repairing damages and Turing people back to normal ending with Ladybug herself. Ladybug looked around confusedly and saw Chat on her right and Red Hood on her left. Memories of the past hour flashed through her mind and she promptly hid her face in her hands and a deep blush bloomed across her face.

“This is a disaster, a complete disaster.”

“I don’t know Bug, was it?”

Jason asked with a crap eating grin.

“Yes.”

Came her mumbled response. Jason laughed and ruffled her hair, Marinette was too miserable to care.

“We should go make sure golden boy isn’t panicking too much, don’t ya think?”

Marinette sighed tiredly and nodded, I guess so.

“Sorry Chat, I promise I’ll explain later. Bug out.”

And as quickly as she could she swung away with Red Hood laughing and not too far behind.

“B is going to hate that he missed this.”

He called through the air causing a loud groan to escape her lips.

“Don’t show him!”

“Too late Pix, already sent them all to the group chat.”

“I hate you.”

“Love you to Babybug.”

Marinette groaned again and Jason laughed all the way to where they found Dick and Zatanna talking in an alleyway.

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The Brother's Keeper

A Dick Grayson and Batsis One-Shot

Word Count: 2.7K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst, References to Past Abuse

Author's Note: Another story edited and re-posted! Enjoy! -Thorne

Despite having not lived at the manor for almost a decade, she still knew every hallway and room like the back of her hand, every sound was a familiar net of reassurance she could count on. The hum of the hidden wall closing behind her, the creaking of the third step from the top that they always avoided, the clicking the bats above made. She descended the steps into the cave, balancing the heavy manila files in one hand, the other holding two protein shakes, knowing her father probably hadn’t consumed nutrition in at least a few hours since he called her.

Her eyes fell on him where he sat at the Batcomputer; he’d changed out of his suit and was in a pair of joggers and a long sleeve shirt. She walked over, setting the files down beside the keyboard. “Here’s the files you asked about, dad. I alphabetized them too…and color tabbed ‘em but that’s not important.”

He glanced at her with a warm smile before nodding and turning back to the screen. “Thank you, sweetheart. I appreciate you doing so.”

She leaned an arm on the back of the chair, propping her chin on his shoulder as she stared at the screen. “New antidote for Scarecrow’s toxin?”

“He’s synthesized a new formula, so I need to make a new antidote in case anyone gets gassed,” he replied, tapping at the screen until the numbers were apparently in approval with whatever he was thinking about—who knew.

She hummed, taking note of the lack of noise. “Where’re the chuckle-heads?”

He chuckled and tipped his head towards the locker room. “They put their suits away and went to change.” She nodded again and patted his shoulder before walking off in the direction of the room.

When she got there, she didn’t see them, but she could hear them harking on one another in the locker room, and she moved in that direction. She stepped into the room and took in the image of the four of her brothers standing in front of the mirrors in their underwear, pointing at each other like they were shocked to see the other.

“Do I even want to know?” she asked, unblinkingly.

Their heads shot up and they saw her; Dick greeted, “(Y/N)! What are you doing here? You usually don’t come to the manor.”

(Y/N) shrugged and stepped inside, taking a seat on one of the cool metal benches. “Dad needed some files over a few previous encounters I’ve had with galactic enemies. And me being here brings me back to my original question.” She gestured to them with a wave of a hand, brows furrowed in confusion. “Why are you guys in your tighty-whities?”

They snorted, and Jason turned around. “We’re comparing scars.”

(Y/N) let out a ‘pfft’. “Of course, you are.” She paused for a second and observed them. “Who’s got the gnarliest one?” Immediately, they pointed at Damian who simply motioned to his chest, and she looked at the faded scar that rested over his heart.

A frown instantly drew her lips, and Damian, being ever so vigilant, caught it and shook his head. “It wasn’t your fault, sister. You tried to save me.”

She met his eyes and murmured, “I didn’t try hard enough.” She glanced at Jason, seeing the scars line his chest, her voice just as soft. “For either of you.”

Jason’s lips pulled downwards, and he walked over, sitting on the bench beside her. “The fact that you tried is good enough for us, Queenie.” He reached out, patting her head.

She sighed and shook it off, giving them a smile before she turned to Tim. “Any on you Nerd-bird?”

He grinned and turned around, running his hand along a scar that rested along the left side of his ribs. “When I fought Ra’s, he got me right here.”

(Y/N) looked at it, then leaned back, a curious look in her eye. “Other than dad, aren’t you the only person he’s called ‘detective’?” Tim gave her a firm nod and she pulled a grin, nodding at him. “Look at the Nerd-bird kicking all our asses in the game. I’m proud of you.” He gave her a sheepish smile and she turned to Dick. “We’ve all had brushes with death, but I don’t think you have a lot of noticeable ones. Which is surprising because out of all of us, you’re the most reckless.”

The others laughed while Dick glared at her, then he shrugged and showed his back, and they saw faint white lines that resembled lightning strikes. “When Wally came back out of the speed force, he accidentally shocked me. Of course, it wasn’t enough to damage me severely, but it’s here.”

They looked at him once more, then Tim tipped his head to the side. “What about you, sis? You’ve been doing this longer than we have. Do you have any good ones?” (Y/N) looked at him before pulling off her jacket and pulling off the tank top she had on. She stood up, walking to the mirror and staring into it.

She pointed to one that lined across her left breast. “Even covered by my bra, you can see how badly this one was.” She paused running a hand down it, gaze far. “When Jason died, I got into it with Joker some time after.” (Y/N)’s eyes drifted to Jason’s, who’s were wide with shock. “I beat him worse than dad did, but he left me with this one before I did.”

“I…didn’t know you did that, Queenie.”

“Of course not Jason. I didn’t tell you.” (Y/N) pointed to a patch that rested on her right hip. “Took a bullet for Tim a few years ago.”

“That was when Deadshot was running around, right?”

She nodded, answering his question. “Mhm. They say he never misses. But that day, he did.” Her hand moved and she touched a curved scar that ran down her neck. “After you died, Damian, I found Talia and we had it out.”

“What happened?” he questioned curiously.

(Y/N) met his eyes in the mirror and frowned. “She and I gave each other a fair share of wounds…but I think the ones I gave her hurt more than the ones she gave me.”

“And those were?”

(Y/N) looked back at her reflection and stared at herself. “The infuriated words of a grieving sister.”

Silence enveloped the room and after a few moments, Dick pointed to a particular scar on her back that ran down the length of it. “How in the world did you get that one?”

She looked over her shoulder and reached behind her, fingers brushing over the raised, jagged skin that had sealed unevenly. “On my back?”

Dick snorted and nodded. “The only one on your back sis.”

She went silent for a moment then she admitted, “…Tarantula gave it to me a few years ago.”

No one noticed the way Dick froze for a split second at her admittance, and Jason asked, “Why did you and Tarantula get into it?”

Her eyes met Dick’s for a flash before she looked at Jason. “She killed an informant of mine and I got even with her.”

“Looks like she rocked your shit, Queenie.”

The others laughed, save for her and Dick, then (Y/N) muttered darkly, “I beat Catalina Flores within an inch of her life that night.” Her statement brought their laughter to a grinding halt, and she continued. “Hell, I almost killed her. But I didn’t.”

Damian crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. “And why not? It would not be the first time you’ve killed someone.”

(Y/N) rolled her shoulders and moved back to her clothes, pulling on the tank top and jacket before turning to him. “Because then she would’ve gotten of scot free, and she wouldn’t have to live knowing what she’s done.”

Jason’s eyebrows furrowed and he followed Damian, crossing his arms and leaning against the lockers. “Not to be nosey, but the way you’re talking about her almost seems like you’ve got a vendetta against her. And I mean like, me to Bruce vendetta.”

(Y/N) met his gaze before reaching down and tossing his muscle tank to him, then passing the others their shirts. “The informant she killed was a good friend of mine. There was…a lot of fury.” She paused, meeting Dick’s gaze once more. “There still is.”

The others simply stared at her before pulling on their shirts, and she looked at them. “I’m gonna get dad to go out and eat somewhere with me. You guys go on out and start working on him, would you?” The three nodded and started towards the door, (Y/N) following.

She was almost out of the door when Dick’s voice reached her quietly. “…(Y/N)?” She paused, turning around, and looking at Dick, who wore an unreadable expression; he glanced up at her, his eyes searching as he inquired, “Was there another reason that you two fought?”

“Me and Catalina?” He nodded and she shrugged. “There might’ve been. But the immediate fight was about my informant.”

Dick stared at her for a few moments before whispering, “…You didn’t start your informant network until I donned Batman.”

(Y/N) tipped her head back and leaned against the door frame, eyes narrowed as she mentally picked his words apart as only an older sister could. “What are you getting at, kid brother?”

He fell silent all at once, but when he finally found it in himself to bring his eyes to hers, she saw such pain in them. “Did you fight her…because of me?”

“No,” she immediately replied, firmly and confidently.

Dick’s eyes widened momentarily, but he looked down and nodded. “I see.”

She kept staring at him, then cleared her throat and turned, grabbing the doorknob. She pulled the door open and stopped, murmuring, “Dick.” He glanced up at her, but she faced forward and said, “I don’t know what happened to you in Blüdhaven all those years ago, and frankly, it’s none of my business.”

Dick’s heart sunk at her words, but then she looked over her shoulder, a solemn tone matching her stance and gaze as she affirmed, “But I am your sister…and I run the best damn informant network this side of the galaxy.” She paused, her words taking on an underlying tone. “There isn’t anything that happens in Gotham and our sister city that I don’t know about.”

Something passed between their eyes and she declared, “I am the family keeper. And I will always be the safety net that catches everyone when they’re in their darkest hours. When there’s something you can’t handle, I will for you.”

Her words made his eyes shine with unshed tears and she gave him a faint smile and a wink before she stepped out of the locker room, leaving him sitting alone, his thoughts drifting back to the rooftop in Blüdhaven.

***

She walked across the floor of the cave to see her father standing there, Jason and Tim hanging off his arms and Damian around his neck; he wore the expression of a tired dad and she couldn’t help but laugh at him. “Having fun, dad?”

He shifted slowly as to not knock one of her brothers off and glared at her. “This is your fault.”

“Guilty as charged father dearest! But it’s food time! Let’s get street tacos.”

Jason grunted at her and shook his head. “No, let’s get gyros!”

“Gyros are disgusting, Jason.”

His features contorted in something only described as an insulted disbelief and he declared, “Just because you don’t like limes and lemons, does not mean gyros are gross, (Y/N).”

“We’re not getting gyros, Jason,” she shot back.

“What about Chinese food?”

(Y/N) looked at Damian and nodded. “I’m down for tacos or Chinese.”

“Can we stop and get some shawarma?”

“Tim, which part of tacos or Chinese sounded like shawarma to you? It’s one or the other. Take your pick.”

“But last night was pizza night! And if I eat Chinese or tacos, I’m going to eat more carbs than I need!”

“You do need more carbs, twig-boy.”

“That was mean, sis.”

“Truthful. I mean how have you not been snapped in half yet? You look like a toothpick.”

The others laughed at her comments, and Bruce looked at her. “Where’s Dick?”

(Y/N) tipped her head back to the lockers. “Still changing.” She motioned to the stairs. “You guys go ahead. I’ll wait on Dickie.” They nodded, and she watched her father trudge past with her three brothers hanging off him.

A smile crossed her lips and a few minutes later, she heard footsteps behind her. “Where’d everybody go?”

She turned around and nodded to the stairs. “Told them to go ahead and get ready.” (Y/N) had barely made it up the first ten steps when she felt Dick stop beside her, and she glanced back at him. “Dick? You good?”

He gazed up at her. “Thank you, (Y/N).”

She gave him a knowing look and said, “I didn’t do anything, Dick.”

“You did.”

“Agree to disagree.” They stared at each other for a second then she tipped her head to the stairs. “Let’s go get some food, kid brother.”

He nodded and started climbing the steps beside her. “I don’t tell you enough, sis…but I love you.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and mumbled, “God, you are so sentimental.”

“It’s one of my perks.”

“More like a curse…but yeah…it is.” She paused and he stopped beside her, and she reached over, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I love you too, little brother.” His arms wound around her, and they shared a moment before she patted his back. “Alright. Let go. I’m done being overly affectionate.”

He laughed, letting her go and she walked up ahead of him. He kept his eyes trained to her back, and he remembered something she once told him.

The two of them walked silently down the twisting and turning garden path, following the little white concrete plates that made the trail. Dick looked up from his hands, calling out to the older girl in front of him. “(Y/N)?”

She hummed in response but didn’t look at him. “What is it, Dickie?”

“Why won’t you let me walk beside you?”

(Y/N) glanced over her shoulder. “Because I’m protecting you.”

His head tipped to the side and he stopped walking. “But were at the manor?”

“And something could always happen. I’m in the front, so that if something comes, I can protect you while you run.” She turned around and looked at him. “One day you’ll be old enough to walk beside me instead of behind me.”

Dick’s eyes widened and he jumped excitedly. “When! When do I get to walk beside you instead of behind!”

(Y/N) giggled at her little brother and reached out, holding his shoulders to stop him from jumping up and down. “When you don’t need me to protect you anymore…you can walk beside me.”

“When will that be?”

(Y/N) pulled her hands away and spun back around, continuing her walk. “When it happens…you’ll know.” It was all the answer she gave the young boy, but he continued following her, still behind.

Dick blinked, the memory flashing away as fast as it had come, and he saw her back once more; he called out to her. “When do I get to walk beside you instead of behind?”

(Y/N) halted, mid-step and she glanced over her shoulder, a faint smile playing her lips as she replied, “When you don’t need me to protect you anymore, you can walk beside me.”

“And when will that be?”

She huffed a laugh chuckled at him before she turned back around, though she paused just as she was about to cross the threshold and peered back at him. “Don’t you already know the answer to that?”

“I’m not sure I’ll ever know the answer to that one, sis.”

(Y/N) shrugged and turned back around, declaring, “Then I guess you still need me to protect you.”

Dick watched her disappear into the manor, listening as she got into the argument that her brothers were bickering about with each other, and he smiled faintly. “Yeah…I guess I still do.”

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