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sistertotheknowitall · 3 months

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Tim is crying.

Now Jason hears Tim crying and how he sounds just heartbroken. And this upsets Jason, and Jason is mad. He doesn’t know why he’s mad but it’s the same feeling of anger he gets when any of his siblings are badly injured. Like he’s not just pissed at them for being stupid and getting hurt, but like he’s pissed at the thing that hurt them. So he can’t say why he cares just that he does.

So Jason takes it upon himself to get back at the ducker who hurt his brother replacement.

Now I know this can sound like hurt/comfort and trying big brother Jason with a side of angst for Tim.

But that’s not where my mind first went to.

Hear me out!

Now Tim is crying for a silly reason, okay? (He’s been up too late and saw a puppy rescue video that had him sobbing and then he thinks to himself ‘okay wow, big emotions, time to sleep.’)

Jason hears Tim and he may not know what’s going on but he’s connecting the dots. He’s connecting the wrong dots. But he’s connecting the dots all the same. He has come to the conclusion that Kon-El/Connor, Tim’s boyfriend, has upset Tim and/or broke up with him. Now mind you he has not talked to Tim.

So Jason calls Dick because Bruce changed the password to the vault with the kryptonite and Dick has a weird ability to correctly guess Bruce’s passwords. (When asked Dick said he knew based on Bruce’s mood that week. As if that answered the question.)

Now Dick is confused, “Why do you need kryptonite? Oh god, you’re not going to try and fight Clark are you? Please don’t. He gets so sad.”

And Jason doesn’t really explain the reason just what he thinks he knows, which is 1)Kon and Tim got into a fight and maybe broke up and 2) Tim is sobbing in his room and “now I have to kill Kon.”

“Kon and Tim? Jason. They weren’t dating.”

“Oh poor little Goldie. Always so oblivious.”

“….. were they actually dating?”

“Yeah? Why else would they be glued at the hip? And the flirting? They’re always flirting! If they’re not together I’m eating my left foot.”

“Why the left one?”

“I like the right one better.”

“Wow…. I can’t believe it. They were together this whole time and he didn’t tell me. Am I not a good brother? Why couldn’t he tell me?”

“It doesn’t matter! Are you gonna help me kill Superboy or not?”

“……… yeah, sure. The code is 10 1 18 18 15.”

“Seriously?”

“Well, he is the favorite.”

Cue Jason hunting down Superboy and Superboy being really confused. Dick has informed the others of Tim’s break up and they cheer Jason on but do not get involved. Eventually Superman and Batman do get involved once they realize what’s happening. Jason has to explain and Tim is embarrassed. Kon is amused but also why does Jason kill first ask questions later?

#were Tim and Kon dating?#you decide #batman #batfamily #batboys #batman fandom #batman wayne family adventures #dick grayson #jason todd #kon el #tim drake #Jason being a big brother #a protective one #superboy #fanfic #batkids #dcu

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shartlock-holmes · 7 months

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Headcanon that 99% of the batfam HATES the justice league. Especially Superman.

When Superman was trying to recruit Batman into the justice league he was like ;

“we could be an incredible team, and we could better protect the world and Gotham if you join.”

And all of the present Batfam was like “are you stupid? He works ALONE.”

*there is a hoard of kids and a few adults trailing behind him as batman turns and walks away*

*he only walked away because he loves his family and wanted to validate them in the only way he knows how*

*which is agreeing subtly with their opinions and suggestions*

#batfam #Batfamily #Superman #batkids #Batman #justice league #batman headcanon #headcanon #shitpost #silly #fanfic #autistic bruce wayne #protective batfam is so silly #gordon is among them btw #he’s one of the adults

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batcavescolony · 2 years

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Tim: this is Damian, we do not get along.

Damian: we will never work together, we have noth-

Someone: *talking shit about Dick Grayson*

Tim: but just this once

Damian: yes, an exception is made 🗡️

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thisiswhereikeepdcthings · 2 years

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Bruce’s Playboy image is suffering because his kids are overprotective and won’t let anyone get near him. Someone tried to pinch his ass once and Damien stabbed their hand with a fork. Someone else tried to get suuuuuper close and Jason “accidentally” pushed them into the fountain.

This happened and you can’t convince me otherwise

#this is canon now thanks #batman #bruce wayne #batkids #batfam #jason todd #damian wayne #permanent bachelor bruce wayne protection squad

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frownyalfred · 4 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Clark Kent & Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne & His Kids Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Diana (Wonder Woman), Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), J'onn J'onzz, Shayera Hol Additional Tags: Starvation, Hurt/Comfort, Bruce Wayne Has Issues, Protective Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Batfamily (DCU) Feels, no major character death i promise, no beta we die like jason todd, superbat if you squint, The Author Regrets Everything, POV you're superhuman and you have to watch your bff starve Summary:

He knows the pain Bruce is trying to spare, the gnawing, aching feeling of hunger that no child should ever know.

It bites at Clark -- scrapes at his very marrow, the things that sink deeper into him than Kal or Superman. To think that Gotham believes Bruce Wayne to be a man who has never known want.

#look #idk what happened either #but here's a fic #it was gonna be a quick reply to an ask #and now it's almost 3k #myfic #theresurrectionist #batfamily #bruce wayne #dc #dc comics #batkids #protective batdad #tw starvation

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pansexualhousecat · 1 year

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i love when in jayroy fics dick is a protective older brother, because its always so fucking funny to see him refer to the mountain that is jason as his baby brother and trying to protect him from his best friend

dick: ROY WHAT THE FUCK WHY ARE YOU FUCKING MY LITTLE BROTHER?!?!?? HE'S MY BABY BROTHER, I'M GOING TO BEAT YOU UP YOU DISGUSTING PIG!! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE MY BEST FRIEND, WHAT ABOUT THE BRO CODE HUH

roy: DUDE, HE CAME TO ME FIRST AND SEDUCED ME WHAT DID YOU WANT ME TO DO??? NOT KISS HIM????

jason, with his like 2m tall looking ass and 22 years old, just looking down at his older brother fighting his boyfriend: jesus fucking christ i hate you both.

#i guess im just a sucker for protective older brother dick grayson #roy is always a little shit about it tooo #and then gets scared and runs around a table to not get punched by his best friend #jayroy #jason todd #roy harper #dick grayson #batfam #batkids #batfam headcanons

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brucewaynehater101 · 9 days

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Protective Dick and Bad Parent Bruce short fic:

Dick, calmly glancing at Batman, leans forward in his chair. The other man shifts his weight at the sight of his oldest.

Dick's eyes narrow as he grabs the file in front of him. He leans back and opens the folder upon his lap. Depicted in cruel clarity are brusies, broken bones, cuts, and other injuries on three separate individuals. It seems the evidence has been collected over a period of time.

Bruce's eyes regard his son as he flicks between each photo. If the man was asked before this confrontation, he would have guessed that Dick's anger would have gotten the better of him. The son would react physically before allowing Bruce to explain. Batman even had contingencies in place to ensure Dick was contained in that instance.

Instead, no emotion is shown on his face. Dick Grayson regards the file as if it were a school assigned reading.

Finally, the young man closes the file and glances up at his father.

"Bruce."

Although Dick's tone is impassive, there's considerable implications in that word.

Did you think this was justified? It wasn't just me? How long?

Bruce remains silent.

Dick purses his lips and nods. Of course the man would refrain from speaking. That is his MO, after all.

Similar to how Bruce reverts back to stony silences, it seems Dick will always revert back to his angry Robin days.

He picks up his chair and slams it into Bruce's gut.

#all the batkids aren't doing hot in this au cause fuck bruce #tw abuse #protective dick grayson #angry dick grayson #angry dick grayson scares me #bruce wayne #all the batkids were treated bad and there's no need to compare trauma #if dick got a folder of all the things bruce has said or done to the kids that didn't leave physical marks #bruce wouldn't leave that room for weeks #dick grayson

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bruciemilf · 2 months

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Hiii<33 Sorry to bother, but in your point of view, what are your favourite posts (yours and everyone else's) of superbat dynamics? In terms of relationships, friendship, loves etc? What makes this duo separate from the rest? Moments in the comics or animation that stuck out like a sore thumb by how lovely it is? I'm just curious and I always love to read the essays of comments and rants about such things ^^ (p.s I used to send a lot of asks so long ago, and now I'm back because i genuinely miss your talks

LOVE LOVE LOVE Clark being a raging good person, yet, needing Bruce there as a leash. Or damage control. Same thing.

Cringe fail stepdad Clark (affectionate) doing THE MOST to bond with the bat kids and failing with every single one of them. Except Dick. Because obviously.

ROMANTIC CLARK…… remembering Bruce’s heartbeat,,,, quality time fanatic. A wanton for gift giving. A slut for making the bat boy feel safe and appreciated, if you will.

Clark fining for Bruce’s trust. Seeing as a prize most desired. Stalking it like a beast waiting for something to bleed in its mouth. God that’s good.

Bruce fiercely denying any and all of Clark’s patient attempts at building their relationship at first. It’s self-defense guised under martyrdom. He likes to think he’s doing Clark a kindness by keeping away, because Death stalks Waynes like angry lovers, but it’s really just to spare himself a guaranteed heartbreak

But Clark’s got enough stubborness to fill an ocean with, so he’s not leaving anytime soon. “I won’t let the fear of what could go wrong stop what could end beautifully.”

The bat kids being super protective of their dad 😔 There’s been reports of a red masked vigilante causing sheer HAVOC in Metropolis since Superman saved Bruce Wayne last week. CLEARLY Red Hood is a jealous ex of Bruce’s.

#Jason sees that the media portrayed him in a jealous ex girlfriend light and feels the need to make a public interview #as red hood :))) and explicitly state his disgust with media and their goddam opinions #but in rest??? Clark is toast. rip that man #superbat #bruce wayne #clark kent #protective batkids #Battinson #MY BATMAN TY #text #dc comics #dc

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livingdeadvoid · 1 year

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First part! :D

Dick Grayson wasn't expecting Conner Kent to show up at his doorstep. Yet here he was.

"Kon? Dude it's eleven o'clock at night. What do you want?" There were hints of annoyance in Dick's sleep laced voice.

Conner smiled sheepishly. "Yeah sorry. I spent longer at Jay's then expected," Kon ignored the confused look on Dick's face that come from the sentence. "Can I come in? I need to talk to you about something."

Dick rubbed his eyes, yawning softly. "Sure I guess. Wally's probably awake by now," he opened the door some more for Conner to walk in.

The Superman clone walked in slowly. He set down his jacket with a small sigh. "I'm sorry to disturb you this late at night. But trust me this is important."

Wally quickly zoomed to Dick's side, juice from the fridge in his hand. "Conner. Hello."

He gave him a small wave. "Sorry to wake you guys. God knows you both need sleep," Conner let out a dry chuckle. "I need to ask you something Dick, something very important to me."

The older man motioned for him to continue with a yawn. "What is it Kon? Did something happen or-"

Before he could finish his question, Conner slammed the box down on the counter. "I wanna propose. To Tim."

Dick's tired eyes instantly shot open. "Whoa, what?" His voice was shock filled. Clearly he was not expecting this. Yes, he expected Conner and Tim to get married but he didn't expect Conner to show up at his doorstep with the ring. He was surprised. And confused.

Conner nodded eagerly. He was excited. Excited to show off the ring he knew Tim would just adore. He hadn't even popped the question yet and he already felt like the happiest man... or clone in the whole world. "Look at it. Made it personally for Tim."

He took the box carefully, opening it slowly. Wally watched from over his shoulder with anticipation. "It's very pretty, right Richard?"

Dick rolled his eyes. "It is." There was no emotion in his voice. Conner couldn't tell what he thought about the entire situation. He was worried, scared even. What if Dick didn't want Conner to marry Tim? What if he didn't approve?

"You're telling me this, why exactly?" Dick looked back at Conner, no emotion showing on his face. The question broke Conner out of his dark thoughts.

He brought the hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it. "I wanted to... To ask for your permission. I asked Jason and he said yes," Conner smiled slightly. He wasn't expecting Jason to say yes. Mostly because he didn't think Jason liked him.

The older man yawned before shutting the box, setting it down in front of Conner. "Have you asked Bruce?"

Conner shook his head. He knew he probably should've went to him first, but he was honestly too scared to. "I've only gone to Jason and you. I was saving the scariest one for last," Conner smiled nervously. Usually he wasn't this nervous. But everything was just... So nerve racking.

"I'm upset at you Kon," he frowned at Conner before smiling slightly. "You seriously went to Jay before me? I'm offended. You're lucky you came here before Bruce." He walked towards Conner, pulling him into a tight hug. "Of course you can marry him!"

Conner smiled wildly, quickly hugging back. "Thank you Dick, thank you!"

They pulled away, both smiling brightly. Wally clapped his hands excitedly from the side. "AHHHH, this was too cute."

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wheredostarsgowhenyoudie · 2 years

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Once upon a shopping spree Wednesday...

Selena (walks into the Wayne's kitchen, sipping coffee): Where's my fav child?

Bruce (snorts, shuffling files from his seat on the table): Shopping.

Selena: And your fav child?

Bruce (glares): I love all of my children equally. But Cass is the one who invited Mari to get new clothes.

Selena (smirking knowingly): And the boys?

Bruce (sighs): Jason volunteered himself as bodyguard. Dick is chaperoning. Tim is on surveillance. And Damian... well, you know how he is when the Agreste boy is around.

Selena: Ah. So scaring off stalkers/admirers... how many is he at?

Bruce (deadpans): Fourteen now. It's like they never learn.

Selena: (nods, pulling up her phone when it beeps. She reads it quickly and laughs, quickly finishing her coffee to get to leave.)

Bruce: Where are you going?

Selena: Well, my fav child just sent me an S.O.S. Apparently, her crazy fans/protection squad are driving her crazy. I, as the fav adult, will rescue her like the cool parent in shining kevlar of course.

Bruce: Hey!

Meanwhile, in Paris...

Marinette: (about to pay the cashier, but Adrien gives his card first)

Marinette (glares): Seriously?

Adrien (grinning): I'm a gentlecat, my lady. It's one thing my father did right. Let me do this for you, please.

Marinette (stomps away, ignoring Cass and the boys' snickering)

Rena Rouge (on coms): Potential threat, three o'clock.

Tim (subtly responding through a nod, already signalling Jason to be on move): Copy that.

Mari: (about to speed walk and bump an unknowing tourist. Suddenly, said stranger is yanked back with only a loud warning of 'HEY' --*cough* Jason *cough*)

Marinette: (groans)

Marinette (whisper-hisses): Guys, I can defend myself. You know, I'm literally Ladybug, right? Parisian heroine. Hello?????

#Everybody loves Mari #miraculous ladybug #ml #mlb #miraculous #maribat #adrienette #adrinette #mlxdc #batkids #Bruce Wayne #Damian Wayne #Marinette and the batkids #Selena Kyle #marinette protection squad

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lovely-lynn · 1 year

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O'Malley the Alley Cat (And I'm Very Proud of That)

This is for @karmawillcollectyourdebt who requested a birdflash fic based off of the Thomas O'malley song in the Aristocrats.

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The annual Wayne Family Christmas Gala. Also known as the cesspool of rumors and fake smiles and the bane of Wally's existence.

Galas were one of the very few things about dating Dick that Wally found less than enjoyable. The were stiflingly hot, loud, and everywhere you turned there was another influential person ready to pass judgement. Wally had lost count of the amount of galas he had attended that ended in some tabloid article that the Wayne Enterprises PR department would have to try and cover up.

Dick generally laughed and told him it was no big deal by Wally would be lying if he said it didn't bother him. Maybe it was because no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the hang of it. Generally Wally was a pretty fast learned but it seemed that, with these things, the harder he tried, the worse he failed. It infuriated him to no end that he couldn't find a way to successfully make it through a gala without a scandal, or offending some wealthy prospective partner to Wayne Enterprises.

Maybe the reason it bothered him so badly was because everyone else seemed to be so good at it.

Everyone in the bat clan, save Jason and Damian, had an alter ego they pulled out especially for social event. It was frankly quite startling. Bruce had Brucie. Tim had Timothy. Dick had Dickie. Cass, though much more subtle than her brothers, had Cassandra. Duke usually made himself scarce but on the occasion that he did make an appearance, he too pulled out a different persona. Wally had yet to give it a name, mostly because he hadn't spent that much time around Duke yet.

Bruce was probably the most startling of all the personas. He wasn't dark and overprotective, communicating in grunts and glares that sent chills through Wally's body. Nor was he an overprotective and exhausted father of way to many kids. No, here he danced around the ballroom filling it with booming laughter. He made a great show of being slightly tipsy but Wally knew just how sober he was. He was hyper vigilant during these events. His blue eyes constantly scanning the crowd, searching for any threat that had managed to slip past Jason and Alfred, while also taking a mental headcount of all his children.

Tim smiled, looking uncharacteristically rested. His eye bags expertly hidden with an absurd amount of concealer. He was speaking with a prominent businessman ,whom Wally couldn't be bothered to remember the name of, his shoulders pushed back in confidence. Seemingly unburdened by the weight of his night life.

Dick was always bright, energetic, and happy but when it came time for galas, he turned it up to a whole other level. He was the life of the party, sometimes even giving Brucie a run for his money. He danced around, chatting with people, and bringing attention away from any uncomfortable questions people might try and bring up.

Cassandra moved with the grace of the dancer she was. The lethal edge to her gait carefully hidden like the knife she kept in the folds of her dress. No one knew how she managed to sneak it in and everyone had long since given up on trying to stop her.

And then there was Wally an awkward speedster that was just along for the ride. He felt horribly out of place. He didn't belong and everyone in the room made sure he knew it. The wealthy families, the ones that even deemed it suitable to talk to him, spoke to him in a condescending manner. Like he was a child getting to sit and the adult table. Though honestly that's kind of what it felt like. He had to endure these underhand and often hateful remarks until Dick would notice and come over with a bright smile on his face but burning fire in his eyes.

No one dared to publicly go after one of Bruce's children, especially with him in the room. The entirety of Gotham knew what happened when you messed with them. It had only taken a few long forgotten reporters and overly nosy businessmen to get the message across. Unfortunately that meant that Wally took the brunt of it. Not only because of his overall status but also his relationship with Dick.

When he was out on the streets, in his suit, at the watchtower, Wally was confident, probably overly so. But here he was out of his element and he felt like he was in way over his head.

It was time like these that he was reminded that Dick was way out of his league. Dick was talented and seemed to succeed in everything he did. Even in the uncomfortable and boring events, Dick exuded confidence and optimism. It should have been discouraging but in reality it just made Wally feel lucky.

Galas had so many rules and expectations, not all of which were spoken. That was something Wally had learned the hard way. Because, sometimes it was those unspoken rules that were the most crucial. After his first gala, where he had made an absolute fool out of himself, Dick had sat him down and explained all the rules to him. It was enough to make Wally's head spin.

In order to survive in the world of the aristocrats, you had to be a shark. You had to be a master of manipulation. You had to frame your words in such a careful way that you could assert your dominance, for lack of a better word, without seeming as if you were doing so. It also took incredible patience and a strategic mind.

In comparison to the Wayne's, Wally felt like a simple old alley cat. He was brash, impulsive, and blunt. Patience and subtly were no skills that he excelled at. No matter how hard he tried, or how much he practiced, he couldn't seem to nail it. And so these galas continued to be absolute torture. Though Wally would rather saw of his own arm or live a life at normal speed than face the puppy dog eyes of doom if he admitted it to Dick.

Dick had this look that he got that completely mimicked a kicked puppy. It was mostly unintentional and it never failed to make Wally feel like the worst person on the planet. Dick would insist that it was fine and he would attend the galas himself, suffering through them on his own. He would never ask Wally to come again, no matter how desperately he wanted to. Wally didn't think he could handle that.

So he continued to attend the gatherings for Dick's sake. Even though the aforementioned man usually ended up either wandering off the mingle or being pulled away, leaving Wally to his own devices. Despite not being physically close to him, Dick had expressed in the past how much calmer he felt when he knew Wally was there. When he could look over and see, what Wally thought to be the absolute train wreck he called his support system. Wally smirked as he imagine Dick rolling his eyes when he referred to himself as a train wreck.

Luckily, they generally didn't stay for longer than two hours, unless the gala was held at the manor. Which was incredibly rare, and those generally ended early anyway. Wally glanced down at his watch, an expensive one that Dick had picked out to go with his suit. Dick himself wore a matching one, Something th other man had found highly amusing when he bought them. He was relieved to see that they were nearing the two hour mark.

He scanned the crowd in search of Dick, intending to find him and whisk him away, preferably back home. However, he quickly averted his gaze when he met the intense, burning, soul sucking stare of Bruce Wayne. Wally couldn't stop the shiver that crawled up his spine.

Wally didn't think Bruce hated him per say but he knew he definitely wasn't Bruce's favorite person in the world. Bruce is incredibly overprotective of his children, especially when it comes to metas. Though Wally had a suspicion that Bruce was going to have to get used to it if the shared glance between a certain bird and Kryptonian meant anything.

Nevertheless, despite his obvious dislike, Bruce recognized that Dick was happy and therefore never openly opposed Wally. That didn't stop him, and the rest of Dick's family from making it incredibly, and in very gruesome details, clear what would happen to him should Dick ever not be happy. Still, Wally tried, and often times succeeded, to interact with Dick's family. Because, loving Dick meant loving all of him. Overprotective fathers, coffeeholics, and angry murder children included.

Pushing his way through the thick crowd, and silently praying that no one would stop him, Wally made his way over to the coat room. An agreed upon meeting spot should they be unable to get away before ten o'clock, which it was rapidly approaching. Logically he knew it would probably be closer to ten thirty before Dick could politely claw his way out of the party but there was no harm in waiting a little early.

He pushed into coat room and sigh as his ears were met with blessed silence. The sounds of the party could still be heard, loud music and fake laughter coming through the thick oak door. However, the relative silence was still a blessing to Wally's ears. Now that he wasn't surrounded by people and their judgemental stares, he finally felt like he could breathe again. He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, basking I'm the silence.

He lost time of how much time had pasted before the doors the coat room opened. His eyes shot open as the door clicked shut. He listened intently, desperately hoping it wasn't another patron. It would be hard to explain why he had decided to hide out in here. At least not in a way that wouldn't start all kinds of wild rumors. He could see the headlines now: "Wally West caught cheating on Richard Grayson at the Wayne Christmas Gala (more on page 4)".

" Wally?" All the tension faded out of his body at Dick's quiet whisper. Wally stepped forward, an overly fluffy brown cloak smacking him in the face. Dick tried and failed to stifle a snicker.

"Yeah Yeah, laugh it up. You try being assaulted by sounds and lights all night and see how your coordination is," Wally grumbled, choosing to ignore the fact that Dick had in fact been doing just that and looked as graceful as ever. He expected a smart remark pointing out that very thing but instead Dick's expression shifted to one of worry.

"Are you feeling over stimulated? " He questioned, lowering his voice even further and stepping closer. Wally instantly felt bad for making him worry. Sure the sounds and lights were a bit much a few minutes prior and he had the small beginnings of a headache, but he was no where near a sensory overload. Definitely no reason for the concern rolling off of Dick in waves. No matter how cute he looked with his face all scrunched up in worry.

"No, I'm okay," Wally soothed, "I just don't think I'll ever get the hang of being pretending I'm fancy. I never was one for undercover work," He teased getting a smile from Dick.

"Wally West, you will never be an aristocrat. But you're you and that's enough," Dick said , his thumb slowly stroking over his cheekbone. Wally let himself smile, allowing his shoulders to drop. Dick was right, he would never be the perfect picture of class nor would he ever have the approval of the people in attendance. But maybe, just maybe, He was something to be proud of. And as Dick leaned down to capture his lips in a gentle kiss, Wally found himself being very proud to be exactly who he was.

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I apologize that this, as many of my other fics, is so late. As I mentioned in a previous post, my best friend recently lost his battle with cancer and I haven't really had the motivation to write, especially as finals creeped up on me as well. Thankfully finals are over and I'm starting to kind of get my motivation back. This fic isn't exactly how I envisioned it. I think I ended up focusing more on the difference between the alley cat and aristocat . I hope its okay and let me know if you have any requests.

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