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ClarkTim featuring widower and single father to a six-year-old Clark and Tim who just lost Kon. Clark is alerted by Bruce that a distraught Tim is in Metropolis wandering around and cataloguing all the places Kon had frequented. Bruce understands that Clark is having a difficult time right now but he really wouldn't be asking for his help watching over Tim if Bruce could just go over to Metropolis and join his son. As it is, there's been whispers of a plan for a huge Arkham breakout and Robin has been benched for a good reason. Clark just sighs and admits that he really does need the break so he drops off Jon with Ma and joins Tim for his stroll.

It was a quiet affair with a few comments exchanged here and there about a place that Kon or Lois frequented or an event that happened there. It was like pulling out very painful and very tiny splinters from the heart. Eventually, they come across a club that Lois and Kon had been. Lois and Clark had been there because of a lead Lois was chasing while Kon went there often when he wants to pickup girls before he and Cassie dated.

Clark realizes that Tim was in love with Kon and accidentally says this realization out loud. Tim can't help but laugh since his feelings have been so painfully obvious to everyone else. Tim suggests that they go inside to have a drink which Clark tries to say no. But Tim can be so persuasive with his pouty lips and big, sorrowful eyes.

Somehow, Tim manages to get inside the club and con Clark to pay for his drink. Clark tries to make sure his best friend's son (and that title had been placed on loop in his head because he needs the reminder as he watches Tim sway his hips and look like a little minx, seducing everyone who sees him) is safe. He dances with Tim so that no one can grab and grind on his nephew. But that means that he's the one Tim is grinding on.

Next thing he knows is his sinking his cock in Tim's tight pussy inside the club's bathroom. And again when they're in Tim's hotel room. They went on and on for hours.

The next day, he's filled with guilt when he realizes that he just fucked his best friend's son until he passed out and some more. He felt like a scumbag when he told Tim that they really can't do this again but is a tiny bit reassured when Tim shows that he thought their sex was a one-time thing.

It doesn't become a one-time thing. They end up fucking every time they cross paths. Everytime he says that this is the las t time they'll be doing this but it's not. It doesn't help that Clark is falling for a boy who's nearly half his age and his best friend's son after he saw how sweetly Tim interacts with Jon.

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!!!!!!! i LOVE clark and tim starting an affair!!!!! clark being a widower and being lonelier than normal. mourning lois while trying his best to raise his son as best he can but it's not easy. and then kon dies and clark has regrets because he never was able to reconcile with him fully. after lois died and he was left alone clark...well...he receded into himself a bit. it was a hard adjustment period and when kon died all the progress he'd thought he'd made had dissolved. clark wasn't the only one. he wasn't even the one who was taking kon's death the hardest.

so when bruce calls him about tim being in metropolis in 'quite a state' well... of course clark tracked him down to that lonely park bench. and even if he hadn't asked bruce has already done so much for him. after lois died...god it'd been like the world had ended. clark came close to losing his job. he was lucky he hadn't. jimmy covered for him too many times and before long perry had caught on and told clark to beat it. that he shouldn't have been trying to come in with lois's death so fresh.

bruce had helped. he knew clark would never accept it directly so he'd done his best from the sidelines and clark appreciated it. bruce making sure he was never short on rent or that lois's car never got repossessed despite clark not having made a payment in months, jon's afterschool care being paid for...it meant a lot to clark who was going through a hard time. still going through a hard time.

so when that call comes of course clark drops jon off at ma's and hurries back to metropolis where he listens until he finds tim's heartbeat alone in a park.

clark doesn't know tim well. after jason had died bruce had gotten...possesive over his robin. the rest of the league understood why. but it also meant clark was unsure of himself when he met tim.

bruce had sounded worried on the phone, he said that he didn't want clark dragging him back to gotam but to just...check on him. make sure he was alright.

so clark did. tim doesn't immediately rebuke him or his presence and kon is a safe topic that doesn't make him scurry away. before long the two are slowly walking side by side on the streets of metropolis. the sun is going down but with clark next to him he knows that muggers think twice when they see someone clark's size beside him.

slowly, clark finds himself similarly reminiscing. tim points to some building or some monument or some corner and murmurs about kon having done something here or there. clark finds himself swallowing a wad in his throat and pointing out the beauty counter lois would test out 50 different shades of red lipstick before settling on one while they cut through the mall to get to a neighboring city block.

it's...nice. the company, the back and forth. clark is reminiscing and somehow it doesn't hurt as much. his voice is pained and sometimes tears spring in his eyes but tim never says anything about him rubbing them away. and clark doesn't either. the shared pain of loss is what makes clark realize that tim had been in love with kon. the shock has him choking it out and tim only laughs in that wet, painful way while saying that it looked like everyone managed to figure it faster than he did and certainly faster than kon.

they reach a club. the bass is thumping so loudly that clark can feel the vibration in his throat from across the street and tim wetly laughs as he says that kon said this was the best place to dance in all of metropolis.

clark can see why. young twenty year olds are stumbling in and out in groups of two and three and laughing. a few crowd by the entrance passing around lighters and matches for cigarettes and strobe lights flash in darkened windows of the first and second floors of the big brick building.

clark blinks and suddenly tim is no longer by his side but half way across the street. in front of so many people, drunk or not, clark is forced to run after him without the aid of his super speed.

somehow tim manages to get in without getting ID'd but clark gets held up by a heavily tattooed bounced with a lip piercing. a brow gets raised at him when he no doubt spots his age and he gives clark's outfit a once over (a polo and some nice tan khakis) but lets him pass through.

when clark gets inside he gets an immediate headache from the fog machine that spurts out smoke into his face. the music is so loud it drowns out his call of 'tim!'. eventually clark manages to find tim, glued to a bar counter and leaning in close to the bartender to tell him his order.

it's the same thing that bruce orders when he's really hammered. a shirley temple with vodka.

now that clark thinks about it, tim was probably where he got that order from. during some of his drunk musings bruce had mentioned how tim had mixed his drinks for him, usually stirring in more juice than alcohol so bruce wouldn't be tempted to pour with a heavy hand when he DID indulge in drinking.

somehow clark ends up in the seat next to tim, passing his card over to the bartender while tim thanks him. and god...tim is seventeen. seventeen.

he can't be drinking alcohol and he shouldn't be in a club full of people with the wrong sort of interest in him. clark suspiciously eyes a few men shooting looks at tim and appreciating the slim curve of his body and legs. tim is in a long black loose skirt and a white puffy-sleeved shirt with a peter pan collar. tim looks...cute. sweet.

clark can't very well drag tim out of the club, not without people finding out he's under aged and clark will be in a world of trouble if it gets found out he was buying drinks for him.

bruce told him to just keep an eye on tim, make sure he didn't get into trouble. and so that's how clark ends up on the dance floor, following tim around and carefully adjusting his hand so he doesn't end up sloshing sticky juice onto any nearby people. a few more alcoholic shirley temples into tim's system and he's dancing with clark.

alcohol doesn't really work on clark. if he wants it to he needs to drink A LOT of it. so clark isn't drunk when he fumbles about where to put his hands on tim who is incing closer and closer with all the bodies around them. his waist is so little and slim and clark feels heat flood to his face as he feels tim press his plush behind against clark's crotch.

clark does his best to keep the touching to a minimum. but...he's just so nervous and stressed. eventually he begs a bartender for an entire glass of everclear and the man shrugs and clark somehow manages to hear his words of 'your funeral man' over the thumping of the bass.

the alcohol loosens him. just a little. enough to get his heart to stop from racing as he tries to wrangle tim from making too many bad choices.

tim's hands are wrapped around clark's wrists and he's throwing his head back and laughing, a joyful red in his cheeks as his breath that smells like cherry syrup caresses clark's nose.

that's the moment clark's brain clicks something and firmly reminds him this is bruce's son. his best friend's son. his best friend's teenage son that was grinding on him. tim's body is like water against him, sticking close and resting the back of his head on clark's collarbone as his hips swing and grind back with the beat. clark's hands are locked on his hips, feeling their movements as tim starts letting out breathy noises against him.

the everclear warms clark's guts and turn him into a fucking idiot because it lets the warmth of interest in his gut travel to his cock which tim feels.

clark lets himself be dragged to the bathroom and rather than dread feels nothing but excitement as he and tim fall, banging, into a stall that slams shut behind them as they lock lips.

clark is lonely. he know he has been for a while now. but he didn't realize how deep that hunger was until his and tim's mouths were a sticky, saliva dripping mess. tim's deft fingers undid his zipper and every alarm in clark's head was dead quiet as he let out a loud groan at the little hand that started pumping his cock. it was a dry hand but tim's hand's were wet and sticky from his drink but clark didn't care.

he hoisted tim up by his thighs, keeping him pinned while tim let out a delighted gasp as his skirt rode up and revealed pretty, ruffled panties.

one of of clark's hands managed to maneuver between his legs and tug the crotch of the fabric to the side. he groaned at the clear wet spot and held back a full body shiver at the sight of a perfectly rosy little slit with two perfect, puffy lips and the sweetest-looking little clit he'd ever seen. clark brushed a finger against it and was rewarded with a whine from tim and a little twitch from his cunt. the way tim's legs were spread had his pink cunt open and on display. clark was biting his lip just staring at it with want. tim's hand on his cock left and pressed a few fingers in. they came out shiny and coated with a nice sticky slick that tim immediately used to make his hand sliding against his cock easier.

clark held back a grunt and inched closer pushing his hips forward for tim to grip him tighter. god that hand was nice but he needed more, more, more.

clark slotted his twitching cock in between tim's pussy lips, up against his little opening and began grinding it up and down along the seam. clark pressing closer meant the head roughly rubbed against tim's little pink clit. tim gasped when the head mashed to his clit and immediately flattened his hand against clark's cock to feel him closer. tim's hand stopped clark's movement, making him hold still as he pressed clark flush to his cunt, keeping him still and letting him feel the weak, instinctive clench around him, promising heat from his hole barely kissing clark's cock.

the move drew a grunt out of clark. the slide got easier as tim got wetter and wetter and-

"you can put it in," tim whispered in his ear. clark froze.

"'m drunk and my body's all lose, i won't tighten up like normal put it in, god please put it in uncle clark-"

clark shivered. some other dark and despairing feeling curling in his gut alongside his arousal as his brian echoed 'uncle clark uncle clark uncle clark-'.

he didn't waste a moment, momentarily releasing a thigh to grab and steady his cock to press the head against a wet hole and inch into tim.

clark did it steadily, not stopping and just pressing it as far as it would go as tim let out a gasp and jolted around him. his hands were squeezing the cheeks of tim's ass as he sunk all the way home into this tight little pussy. clark didn't manage to get all the way in, just enough for it to feel good before he pulled out and started fucking tim.

tim whined and borderline choked as he was fucked. tim's legs kicked out on either side of him, so overwhelmed from how full he was as clark fucked him steadily but sloppily. it felt so good. so good so good soooo fucking good that clark couldn't focus on technique and anything beyond how good it felt to have a tight, warm cunt hugging his cock.

tim whined and bucked against him, his fingers messily rubbing his clit as clark fucked him faster and harder. tim's other hand was around clark's neck, his fingers gripping the back of clark's neck for stability as they both gasped and moaned together. clark swooped down to messily kiss tim just as someone started banging on the stall door.

"hey both of you!! out! don't do that shit here, find an alley or some cardboard box- this is a place of business!!"

it was one of the bouncers. clark didn't get to finish.

he was forced to hastily pull his cock out of tim's wet hole which he protested but another bang and he was pulling his skirt down.

the two tumble out horny and frustrated that they were close. clark used a bit of speed to pass by everyone in the bathroom and around.

he got them a block away before tim planted a sloppy kiss on him and whispered an address to him. clark happily used the map in his mind to fly there.

they ended up tumbling through the double doors on the balcony of tim's hotel room. they stumbled in the dark and knocked over a table on their way to the bed. clark was pulling off his clothes like a toddler, stumbling out of his pants and underwear while he desperately tried to keep his hands on tim. tim was unbuttoning his blouse and stepping out of his skirt, panties the only thing left and pulled halfway to his thighs before clark was on him and desperately slamming home into him.

tim gasped and arched under him, squirming and whining as his stretched underwear dug into his skin. clark reached for it and ripped the obstruction off his body, tossing it to the side as tim giggled and let his legs fall open. clark did not hesitate to take the invitation, pressing his cock head into tim and sinking in with a wet 'squish'. it's not long before he was pounding into tim, thrusts loud and wet at each slap of skin from how fast he was going while tim was gasping and going all tight around him. clark fucked him through the body trembles and squirming, tugging him back down to keep him on his cock even as he kept fucking his body further up on the bed. tim whined and shook from the force and clark kept going, grunting and keeping his chin on tim's sternum while hunched over him, breathing hard and chasing the feeling of sparkling pleasure that flared every time he punched into tim a little deeper.

tim was so perfect around him, his insides were so tight and wet and hot and clark sunk into him with thick, wet sounds that made him even harder.

tim's squirming got more frantic, his legs on either side of clark bending and kicking slightly, his head going back and forth as he let out sharp gasps of 'ah ah ah' at each slam into him until he let out a cry. tim went all tight around him, insides clamping down suddenly and hard, wetness like a gush drenching clark's cock as he slowed down and hummed, hips grinding to a halt as tim's eyes closed, brows furrowed, and little mouth open as he let out gentle gasps. clark could hear his heart and heard how it had sped up, almost frantic like that of a hummingbird's before finally slowing. clark wetly tugged his cock out before pressing back in, inexplicably pleased at the soft jolt from tim and the weak clench around him.

clark kept it up, kindly fucking tim with slow grinds and thrusts, not wanting to overwhelm him. it took a while but he came. it probably took took long because everytime clark felt himself start to get close he slowed down, wanting to savor the feeling of nice, tight pussy. clark hadn't had sex in years, not since lois passed away and most of the reason for why had been some bone deep loyalty to her keeping him from ever accepting the offers of dates.

but this...this was different.

this was just a nice, good time between two people comforting one another. when clark finallly finishes it's late and tim has long gone limp under him, his eyes having rolled back into his skull and passed out after the sixth or seventh time clark made him seize with orgasm.

the buildup to it was so good, clark tugged tim closer, pressing the head of his cock in until it was kissing the entrance to tim's womb. his cock had been steadily throbbing and dripping tim's insides with enough precum to fill a small kiddie pool. clark stared down at the sight as he came, using his xray vision to be able to see it all. his cum, thick, white and goopy spurting out of the head of his cock and messily smearing on tim's cervix. clark moaned at the sight, feeling his insides tighten as another spurt came out of him and filled tim up until he was dripping clark's cum out of the sides of his plugged hole. clark rutted into tim a few times, using tim's wonderful cunt to milk him of his orgasm before finally letting himself go boneless and collapse on tim.

it took a few more minutes before he was ready again.

tim was so sloppily wet and his hole was so loose and fucked open that clark doubted he'd even notice as he pressed his cock inside once more and started fucking, chasing his orgasm which came quicker this time. it was only fair, even if tim was passed out clark made him cum half a dozen times so he was owed half a dozen orgasms.

clark ended up getting a little more than that by morning when tim woke up on his chest with his hole plugged with clark's wet, soft cock.

clark, of course, woke up to the sun hitting his skin. after a few moments he was completely awake and alert like adrenaline had been injected into his bloodstream and that's when everything that he did sunk in.

clark did not react well. no amount of apologies could make up for what he'd done. fucking his best friend's child. fucking his best friend's underaged child. fucking his best friend's drunk underaged child. fucking his best friend's drunk, underaged, passed out child.

clark was scum. he was the absolute bottom of the barrel scum.

just a few drinks, a little but of flirty touching, some light grinding, and clark had crossed ever moral and legal boundary he could.

clark couldn't do this again. he absolutely couldn't let this happen again.

tim says that it was okay. that he wasn't really looking for anything besides a one night stand.

and clark, burying the fact that his shame is so much greater than a simple 'one night stand', just accepts it because he's seen what opening his stupid mouth will do.

he helps tim dress and check out of his room. tim has no bags, luggage, or money beyond what he had for the hotel. so clark accompanies him to the bus stop where he buys tim a ticket back to gotham. they also stop by a pharmacy where clark buys tim a soda, some chips, and a morning after pill that tim snaps open in broad daylight while clark sheepishly apologizes.

tim assures him it's okay. that he liked it. clark just watches him go, skirt swaying slightly in the wind, red cheeked and stunned.

clark walks home slowly. when he gets home his cell phone that he accidentally left behind has a few missed calls, a text from bruce asking if he found tim, and a text from ma showing a smiling jon with glittering eyes as he stared down at a piece of pie the size of his head with the accompanying message of 'pie for dinner!'

clark smiles softly at the last one before staring down at bruce's message like it was a wad of kryptonite.

he can't keep quiet about this. this is not something friends keep from each other. god. this might spell the end of their relationship forever and clark's chest hurts just thinking about it.

but. but he can't not tell bruce. bruce will figure it out if he doesn't. maybe he already knew. maybe clark not answering him for hours when he usually replied minutes after receiving a message meant he hacked into every security camera in metropolis. maybe he saw them at the club, saw him fly tim to his hotel room and not leave until morning. what if the next time he and tim crossed paths he'd be able to tell from the looks clark gave him.

he can't not tell him.

clarks fingers are typing out the words.

'i have something i need to tell you-'

delete.

'something happened last night and i-'

delete.

'tim and i slept together-'

delete.

'bruce i'm so sorry i don't know what came over me but-'

delete.

'tim and i got drunk and-'

delete.

clark is staring down at his phone and the empty message box. a moment later he's typing another message.

'found tim last night and took him back to his hotel. stayed with him and then got him a bus ticket back to gotham in the morning. bought him a soda and some chips for the road- he seemed better when he left.'

a moment later bruce is typing and clark is watching with bated breath.

'thank you for looking out for my son clark.'

the guilt sits like a stone in clark's stomach.

the next time he and tim cross paths it's at a thanksgiving party being hosted at the kent farm.

ma and pa's house is loud, lively, and happy. alfred and ma are deep in discussion about something and clark is just so happy she's too distracted to pull out the baby pictures to show to other capes. diana and bruce are clearly fighting to keep smiles off their faces as pa happily shares clark's middle school year book photos.

he's on the page showing clark and all the farm animal club members. clark had been acne ridden and there was a photo in there of him letting a sweet mare kiss him on the mouth.

but if clark lets them see the embarrassment on his face he will never live it down.

dick is with wally selecting the next music that will play from clark's old collection of cassette tapes and cd's to play on the old boombox that pa must've pulled out of a box of clark's stuff from the attic.

kids are laughing and playing in another room, all the dining chairs are scattered around with a few fold up ones scattering the porch where dinah, shayera, and hal appear to be deep in discussion about something.

he spots tim around the same time that ma makes a small noise about them being out of sodas. alfred volunteers tim who was curled up in an armchair nearby intensely playing a game on his phone.

at the sound of his name his head shoots up like a meerkat who has sensed danger. it's endearing and clark can't help staring which means tim meets his eyes having felt clark's eyes on him.

they haven't talked since that day in metropolis. clark doesn't even have tim's phone number.

seeing him, meeting his eyes makes it all come rushing back.

he almost doesn't hear ma calling out for him to help tim and show him where the spare fridge is.

tim's eyes lock onto his and suddenly the two are so aware of each other as clark croaks out a strained 'follow me'.

clark leads tim out of the kent house, passing by hal who briefly lifts a hand in greeting to them both.

clark feels tim's eyes on his back and tries his best to keep steady. tim is dressed warmer for the fall. he's in deep black wool pants and a light blue turtleneck. he's wearing pretty silver earrings that glitter slightly in the amber light that clark flicks on in the old barn. a few years back clark helped pa build a newer, bigger barn and the old one was made into a storage shed to hold old appliances, extra parts, machinery, and, most importantly, the old fridge where boxes of soda were.

clark's voice is low and wavering only the slightest bit as he leads tim to the furthest back of the barn.

the two of them are able to keep the act up for only a few moments more. the next thing clark knows he has a brusing grip on tim's hips and is fucking him fast and deep while bending him over some crates meant for corn. clark is biting back his groans while tim moans, his cunt all sloppy and wet and so loud as clark fucks him that he almost worries someone will hear them from the house despite them being nearly all the way down the road. the bit of worry continues until tim is arching his back and crying as he cums. clark fucks him through it, not slowing down until he's splattering tim's walls with his cum.

they take a few moments to breathe before the dread kicks in as tim pulls up his underwear, keeping clarks mess of cum inside him as he buttons his pants.

"it's okay," tim pants, still catching his breath, "i'm on birth control now."

clark hates that that makes him feel better. it was barely ten minutes. he and tim collect the sodas. well, clark does and tim supervises because tim's legs are still shaking slightly.

clarks heart beats faster under his ribcage as they approach the house and he's so sure someone will be able to tell what happened but no one spares them a second look.

an hour later, clark is passing out cake and pie. he's holding a cut of cherry pie when he finds tim again, hunched over his cassette collection. there's a little cup of banana pudding in one hand.

"your music choice blows, didn't you grow up in the 80s?"

tim presses a spoon of pudding into his mouth and stares up at clark with dark eyes. a pink tongue darts out to lick up a small smear that got on his lips.

clark swallows and offers to see if there's some tapes pa missed in the attic. tim offers to come with him.

twenty minutes later clark is sliding his cock into tim's well stretched cunt dripping white onto his cock while he holds him up against a support pillar in the attic. tim gasps into his mouth as he cums around him and clark grunts and holds back a groan as a pumps a hot load into tim.

clark's guilt eats at him for the entire day after the party but by the time the christmas party being hosted at wayne manor swings around he learns to ignore it.

clark gets to see the inside of tim's room, staring up at the posters littering his walls while he fucks tim, being careful to not let the headboard bang into the wall.

tim suck's clark's cock for the first time following a gala that he's reporting on and tim is attending in metropolis. clark cums but it's not long before he's hard again and tim climbs onto his lap in the passenger seat to ride him.

after a big mission he and tim are one of the few who aren't injured and later that night when everyone has gone home or to sleep clark quietly fucks tim on a conference room table in the watch tower.

a press conference for wayne enterprises happens and clark is the reporter sent. tim lets him fuck him on the couch in his office. while tim's cunt is twitching from the stimulation clark goes down on him, gently kissing his pussy and suckling on his little clit until tim is hissing and pulling on his hair.

another mission and tim is lightly injured. clark helps him sleep by rocking him back and forth while he fucks him, he's careful not to cum inside in case one of the medics notice but tim huffs at him and makes clark promise he'll make up for it next time they fuck.

god. next time. there's always a next time.

every time it happens clark tells himself this will be the last time but it never is.

clark tells himself it's okay. that this can just be casual. not serious. he can end it if he really wants to.

but then tim is in metropolis for business and their paths aren't supposed to cross but some winter villain swings in and messes up the weather for the next week. massive blizzard and freak snow storms ground all planes. one of the bridges out of metropolis is down and the city does not have enough snow plows to clear the streets. every hotel is full, the shelters are at capacity, and every single elementary, high school, and the community college have been closed so that temporary cots can be set up in the gymnasium. power keeps going in and out and clark is worried about leaving jon at home to help clear the streets with his heat vision. his elderly neighbor who sometimes watches jon was out of town visiting her sister.

clark is almost on the verge of calling the justice league for backup when tim knocks on his door. his nose is red and his clothes are covered in snow. he was only supposed to be making a day trip to metropolis but now all the roads are closed and the hotels were full and he hadn't wanted to take a bed from someone who really needed it and clark was the only person in metropolis that he knew-

clark invites him in. he feeds him canned chicken noodle soup and gives him some nice dry clothes to change into. jon's are too small and clark's are too big so...clark offers tim an old college basketball shirt that used to belong to lois and some sweatpants and thick socks.

tim is grateful and thanks him earnestly.

tim offers to watch jon for him and clark could kiss him if he didn't think that jon would get curious and ask damian why his dad kissed his brother.

clark gets back late. the roads are better than they were before, enough so emergency vehicles can get through but the snow is still falling and hasn't shown any signs of stopping soon.

he returns to a warm apartment and tim and jon munching on some fresh chocolate chip cookies.

"where did these come from?" he asks while picking one up and eating the whole thing in one bite.

jon leaps up to tell him about how the power in the building went out again and how tim went into the basement to see what he could do and found that the building had backup generators but that they weren't hooked up. with the help of a few of the building's other tenants he manged to get them running while also turning the heat on that the building owner usually had to come over to do. one of them had been so grateful for their help that she'd made them cookies.

tim tugs a laughing jon into his lap while jokingly asking " 'our' help? and what did you do you little scamp?"

jon shrieks with laughter about how he held the flashlight and tim just giggles and starts blowing rasberries into his cheek which has jon laughing louder.

and clark...something about the sight feels so right. a warmth and deep affection fills his chest at the way tim cares for jon and holds him.

jon is clark's whole world. the most treasured thing in his life and seeing tim with him, trusting him to tim...oh god. he's in love with tim.

the realization is somehow not as shocking as it should be. an hour later another one of clark's neighbors pops in with a fresh lasagna and a sincere word of thanks to tim.

he looks over at clark and with deep approval says "i'm really happy for you mr. kent, you found a really good one."

clark doesn't even have to ask what he meant. by the time they get into the kitchen after talking for a little more he and tim catch jon scraping the entire top layer of cheese onto a plate to happily enjoy.

he and tim share a look before bursting out into shared laughter.

that night jon offers tim his bed but appears placated by the fact that clark will be sleeping on the couch while tim gets his bed.

clark's apartment is small. it's enough for his family but it also means clark hears everything, even without his superhearing. so he hears who jon's little snores start and he hears when the door to his bedroom creaks open. an invitation.

the sex is different now that clark has reached the realization that he's in love with tim. clark isn't as frantic, as desperate. he doesn't feel like they're racing against time to finish together.

he and tim kiss for longer before he ever puts his cock inside tim. tim's pajamas are on the floor along with clark's. his hands are tracing every bit of tim, squeezing and feeling him out. his hands cup and squeeze tim's little tits and then trail down to his ass. clark moans while kissing tim's mouth, down his neck, and his tits.

he warms tim's cunt up with his fingers, stretching him out and stroking and playing with his clit until he's dripping and barely makes a sound as clark sinks into him like a hot knife through butter.

clark just stays there for a moment, not moving and just feeling as tim's walls twitch around him. they rock together, tim's hips grinding back as clark works up a slow rhythm. their moans are quieter, whispered to each other. tim hums and moans when he likes something clark does and clark muffles a groans when he wants tim to clench down on him or move his hips a certain way. tim cums and clark follows shortly after, his hips jolting with every spurt of cum he releases into the perfect pussy he's buried in.

he and tim start to make out as they breathe through their mutual release. clark hugs tim close and tim similarly clings to him until he's ready to fuck him again.

they're not finished until they're both trembling and unable to keep going. clark quietly dresses next to tim before flopping down beside him.

clark knows he should go back to the couch, knows that jon finding them like this would mean disaster.

but for some reason his whole body just feels so heavy and clark feels that...the best place for him is right there. by tim's side.

#answered asks #asks #anonymous #clarktim

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fadelion · 2 months

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As much as I want to have Duke Thomas take the Jason Todd/Red Hood slot in a Reverse Robins type story, it feels like it'd be easier to put him in the Barbara Gordon Batgirl/Oracle position. Seeing Batman going about and doing his thing, and then being like, "Yeah, sure, I can pull that off," then having absolutely no quit when it comes to digging into dangerous problems that need to get solved and solving them with smarts and grit. I can also more easily see him catching a few in the spine as collateral damage to psychologically get at his mother more than I can see him getting exploded because he decided to dig into his family history. Imagine Duke's first interaction with Batman is when his parents find the Bat injured and bring him inside to patch him up, much like in canon. I don't doubt that Bruce Wayne would repay the favor, and suddenly Elaine Thomas is a person that Batman sends people to for help while getting all the funding and assistance she could ever ask for (and a lot more that she didn't, but she's not letting it go to waste), while Doug Thomas is brought into a construction labor union on a recommendation nobody can quite place the origin of and begins to work his way up the ranks, being an effective advocate for the rights of the city's workers. Actually, maybe Duke's gunshot wounds are a consequence of the mafia trying to get at Doug Thomas on union business. (MLK got popped speaking at a rally for sanitation workers in Menphis, so it's not like it couldn't happen.) Not even strictly villian related, but a product of the general Gotham environment and how almost every system seems to be corrupt on multiple levels. (Duke: "Do you think one bad day would stop me? It's Gotham, Bruce. Sometimes you just have bad days. Then tomorrow happens and you try again.") He's in a wheelchair for awhile, but slowly starts to heal over time for what seems like no apparent reason. At least until the metagene kicks in fully, anyway.

Then again, Jason Todd's death happened in Ethiopia, and he and Batman were in the country for different reasons. Maybe it'd be easier to get the Thomas Family killed if Duke stayed in Gotham (Jason was supposed to be on the bench if i remember right) and Gnomon popped up to try to claim his son. Things get wild, there's a spike in Metahumans for a week or two as it seems like almost everybody gets to be one, the Justice League on Batman watch to make sure he doesnt kill the Iranian Ambassador (the Joker, somehow), and while it's written off as an issue with the water supply, some get to keep their powers at the cost of being continually shunned and end up being treated somewhere between a like a leper snd like a living bomb.

The "No metas in Gotham" thing (that I'm honestly not sure ever was canon) isn't a Batman rule as much as a "I'm not trying to get hate crime'd so I'm gonna avoid the city like the plague" thing.

Either way, Gnomon ends up beaten and Thomas family ends up dead at the hands of an angry mob while trying to defend innocent metas from the nonsense of some villian. Only, Duke ends up coming back because Superboy Prime's Source Wall punch decides to reactivate Duke's body and metagene. After coming back and recovering in a city that's still, well, Gotham, he decides that that whole Batman thing didn't work and comes at the problem from the other side, making it his personal mission to get at Gotham's crime problem by putting himself in a position where he can fight for people pressured into bad situations, even more so if Gnomon comes back around, wondering why his son would debase himself by spending time among these fragile humans instead of ruling over them. The Omen becomes the feared figure among the mobs and gangs of Gotham, especially when some wake up to a golden hooded figure standing over their bed, before he whispers a warning and fades into the rooms shadows before the light of day fully peeks through the windows. Stories circulate about certain people being protected, like good teachers, preachers, priests, nuns, soup kitchen runners, respected public defenders, certain cops, generally "good" people or people making a positive difference in a way that earns them the animosity of the corrupt. Perhaps the worst of them wake up badly beaten in a jail cell that's permanently darkened by shadow, the only light coming from a small window on the cell door and the glowing eye painted on the ceiling, evidence of their crimes on their chest or on a trusted officer's desk.

Though honestly, I think I just need to learn more about Jason Todd and Barbara Gordon to make either work.

Or maybe just go to sleep.

#duke thomas #reverse robins #dc comics #jason todd #barbara gordon #red hood #dc signal #batfamily #batman #dc oracle

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lurkinglurkerwholurks · 1 year

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For the Batfam fic writing prompt post: Any characters + pushing through exhaustion?

The air felt too full, still reverberating with the vestiges of Tim's final shout. The ringing made his ears hurt, the sound already fading but the heat behind it remained.

Yelling had been less of a choice and more of a need, a way to vent off the pressure into a little explosion instead of one that would level city blocks. It was too much of everything—the case, the squabble over the comms with Dick, the knocked-over Coke can, the gritty sensation behind his eyelids. Bruce had just been the tipping point. Tim knew he probably hadn't meant to sound so... so Bruce about asking for an update. But Tim got prickly over perceived disapproval in the best of times, and this was not that.

Tim sucked in ragged, heaving breaths, not sure if he wanted to yell again, or cry, or turn his back on Bruce entirely and pretend this had never happened. Please, he just wanted Bruce to forget this had ever happened.

You yelled at Bruce. For asking a question. For checking in on a case he's working on. He's going to bench you, and you'll deserve it. You should have figured this out by now, you stupid—

Tim's shoulders had scrunched up to his ears of their own accord, a habit he thought he'd left behind in middle school. He was an adult now, practically, but he felt like a squabbling kid, mouthing off for no reason.

Bruce was staring at him, but not in horror or confusion. Anger? It had to be anger. Tim had snapped at him for asking a question. Bruce had to be angry. Dick had been angry. Maybe Bruce hated him.

"Tim," Bruce said slowly, and made Tim want to wince. This was it. He was going to get fired. Kicked out. Sent away forever and ever. "When did you sleep last?"

Tim blinked. That was irrelevant. But Bruce not yelling back was such a relief that he choked down the sob building in the back of his throat and tried to think.

"Uh," he said as he dug the heel of his hand into one scratchy eye. "Dunno. It's Thursday?"

Bruce's face had a way of changing without changing at all. Like, if Tim snapped a photo of a second ago and now, they would look exactly the same, with grooves scored into Bruce's forehead and around a mouth set into a flat line. But they were different, the one sort of settling somehow into the other, the rise and fall of a determination made.

"You're done for tonight," Bruce said, not an order so much as a statement of fact.

"No!" Tim protested even as Bruce reached out and flipped off the computer monitor. "Bruce, I have to, the case, I told Dick—"

He had told Dick he'd solve it, had all but bit Nightwing's head off for questioning how long it was taking him. Dick would hate him forever if he failed. Or maybe he already hated him forever, the snot-nosed idiot Robin wannabe who couldn't even crack the string of murders before the killer struck again, and this was Tim's one chance to make it right, and—

Tim whup!ed in surprise as Bruce lifted him off his feet with a grunt, too startled but to hold rigid like a fainting goat as he was hefted bridal style. The slight huff out Bruce's nose was his only concession to the slipped disc from last month but Tim remembered and it made the panic rise again in his chest.

"Bruce," Tim tried protesting again, but it was like trying to beg with one of Gotham's famed gargoyles. They really were eerily similar.

"Dick signed off hours ago, and you should have, too," Bruce said, and the even-toned rebuke made the corners of Tim's eyes prick with tears. "Jason and Damian are taking over for now."

Great, great, so he WAS the weak link, then, and everybody knew it.

Bruce carried him up through the house, not slowing or faltering. Tim was too concerned with pushing his luck or tweaking Bruce's back to struggle too much. Besides, just the act of being still, without his focus held captive by case files and police reports, had let exhaustion seep into his bones like acid, eroding the marrow into brittle, bitter strips. He hurt, he realized, in every joint from his cricked neck to clenched fingers to aching ankles. How long had he sat hunched in that chair?

Tim expected Bruce to put him down at every step, or, failing the sensible release, to set Tim down in his own room and leave. Instead, Bruce bypassed Tim's bed entirely and went to the hammock suspended in the corner. He sat crossways, the wide, interwoven body of the hammock stretched to support Bruce from his head to the back of his knees, and Tim still held against his chest.

Bruce breathed, a low and soft pushed between his lips, and closed his eyes.

"Bruce?" Tim whispered, unsure of what exactly was happening. Or, more pressingly, "I don't know what the weight limit on this thing is."

Bruce just grunted, appearing already halfway to sleep himself.

Tim's chest still felt full of hot, prickly static, but maybe the tears running down the back of his throat would drown it out soon enough.

"No one hates you," Bruce said, seemingly psychic until Tim remembered it was one of the fears he had shouted out in the echoing pit of the Cave. "You'll feel better after you sleep."

He wouldn't. He wouldn't feel better until the case was closed, until people stopped dying, until he was sure Dick didn't hate him, Bruce didn't hate him—

Bruce didn't seem like he hated him. Tim sniffed as Bruce's chest rose and fell beneath him in deep, steady breaths.

The calloused base of Bruce's thumb rubbed slow circles into Tim's temple. "Sleep," Bruce said.

This time, Tim did as he was told.

#ok so maybe this one was closer to fic-sized #maybe I was already thinking about something related to this prompt ok #which... now I'm reading back and I don't think this is what you meant sorryyyyy #GONNA YEET THIS OUT BEFORE I OVERTHINK IT #batfic #my fic #batfam #bruce wayne #tim drake #writing prompts

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g1rlr0b1n · 1 year

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I have this headcanon where Damian sees a small child throw a tantrum in store and get what he wants. Then one day while at the League Tower Batman tries to bench him so he throws himself to the ground and begins kicking and screaming, "I wanna go on the League mission!" over and over. Batman is freaking out he's never dealt with this before from any of the previous Robins and he doesn't know what to do. The rest of the Leaguers are either frozen in shock or laughing their butts off. All except Superman and Wonder Woman, who are attempting to help/coach Batman through it,

Diana: "Here baby. You want to play with my sword?"

Damian flinging the sword across the room: "No!"

Clark: "No Di! Be firm Bruce, don't give into the behavior. Put your foot down."

Bruce: "Damian stop this right now!"

Damian continues his reign of terror.

Clark: "Bats, it may be time to call in the big guns."

Bruce: "The big guns?"

Clark: "When Jon used to get like this and I needed to tap out, I'd call in the big guns. Lois."

Bruce nods: "Damian, if you don't stop this right now I'm going to call your mother."

Damian: " Do it old man, I'm not afraid of Talia!"

Bruce: "No, not Talia." internally panicking "I'm calling Dick."

Damian immediately stops what he's doing, stands up, and brushes himself off, "That won't be necessary father. I'll see myself out."

Clark: "what was that?"

Bruce filled the relief of someone who had just barely successfully diffused a bomb by sheer luck: "I threatened him with the one person he can't bare to disappoint...It was a shot in the dark."

#he's 12 when this happens #he definitely knows better #Dick: being a single mother when you're a twenty something man is so hard #weaponized youth #damian wayne #bruce wayne #dick grayson #batman #robin #clark kent #superman #diana prince #wonder woman #batfamily #batdad

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Benched : Jason todd x cheshire!reader

Another story from Cheshire!verse. The others are Cheshire cat, That damn gala and Five years later and Tired.

Summary: Y/N (vigilante name: cheshire) was benched by Bruce because of her strange behaviour. One night all the feelings found a way out and there was only one person who could calm her down.

Warnings: cussing, mentions of anxiety and panic attack, reader is locked in a room at some point, Jason and Bruce dynamics are a warning of itself

“What is wrong with you?” Bruce’s voice was stern and emotionless when he led all the batboys and Y/N to the batcave after a mission.

“Nothing.” She muttered incoherently hoping she wouldn’t have to deal with The Batman himself. She…. Had made some mistakes during a patrol and if it wasn’t for Dick’s reflex and Tim’s quick thinking it could have ended really bad.

“Are you trying to kill us? You’ve been erratic, chaotic and fidgeting for way to long.”

“Hey! Don’t you dare lashing on her!” Jason was always ready to stand up to his beloved Y/N. And now, as he saw her clenching her fists and narrowing eyes he knew she was barely holding. Normally she was strong and resilient, but – as much as Jason hated to admit it – Bruce was right. Something wrong has been happening to her for a while now. However, this was not a reason to attack her verbally.

“Stay out of this Jason.”

“The hell I will.”

“Jace. Come on, it’s ok. Just calm down. Bruce… has a point here.” She squeezed his arm trying to reassure him

“Y/N. He has no right….” He hissed through clenched teeth

“How about we all just take a breather, hm? Look everyone, we are back, safe and it’s all good, right?”

“Shut up, Dick!”

“Look who’s lashing on who now.”

“What do I have to do to have five minutes of peace here?” Tim rolled his eyes and sighed deeply “will there ever be any time when you two are in the same room without fighting?”

“SHUT UP TIM!” both Dick and Jason shouted but Red Robin just shrugged and turned towards Y/N.

“Want to get out of here?”

“I want nothing more than that.”

“You are not going anywhere.” Before either of them could move, Bruce was in the way, blocking way out of the cave.

“Come on, Bruce. We are all tired and stressed and overworked….” Tim tried to bargain

“And that’s coming from a workaholic. “

“DAMIAN! Who’s side are you on?!”

“Mine. The only right one. I am the only rational one here.”

“You are an asshole, that is what you are!”

Before anyone realized it, everyone (except Bruce of course) was shouting at each other to the point where all words became blurry and it was hard to differentiate who was offending who. It obviously started as a little banter between Dick and Jason and took off pretty quickly.

“What are those noises?”

“Oh, thank God you’re here Alfred. You’re like the only one who can make them calm down.”

“What about…..?” Bruce started but was quickly interrupted

“I’m sorry, Master Wayne, but it seems like you have no word in this discussion. And I am not going to be the one to conciliate them. Again.”

“But….” Bruce looked helpless

“Miss Y/N, you look pale. Would you mind joining me for a cup of tea upstairs.”

“I would love to accompany you, Alfred. You’re the best company a girl could ask for.”

“This is enough!”

“Wait, did Bruce just raised his voice?” all of a sudden all the batboys went as quiet as the mouse.

“Father?” for the first time in his short life, Damian was confused beyond recognition and Y/N wished she had a phone to snap a picture

“Well, that’s just made my day. We finally pushed The Batman over the edge” Jason let out a laugh quickly moving to stand next to his girl and grabbed her hand.

“I’m out. Screw you all. I’m going to bed. Are there any cookies left Alfred”

“I saved a few for miss….”

“I’ll be sure to take good care of them.”

“I hate you, demon.” The girl hissed. She was really hoping for a midnight snack.

“Yeah, right. Get in line.”

“Leave us.” Once again Bruce was back to his cold, unemotional self.

“You mean you and Dickhead? Sure, be my guest” Jason’s hold on Y/N hand grew tighter as he tried to drag her away.

“Me and Y/N.” Bruce hissed

“Over my dead body!”

“That can be arranged.”

“You would break your no-killing policy for me? Woah. I’m flattered.” Jason scoffed ironically

“You’re insufferable.” Bruce stated

“Well, you’re die-hard.” Jason retorted

“You never listen!” Bat was starting to lose his patience

“You only listen to yourself!” Jay shouted

“ You’re stubborn like a mule.”

“You don’t care about anything!”

“I tried my best to raise you!”

“Well, I tried my best to live up to your expectations!”

With Damian and Tim gone, Y/N, Dick and Alfred were just left standing in the cave their eyes switching between Bruce and Jason fighting silhouettes like it was some sort of twisted tennis game.

“Can someone please…..?” Y/N started

“I hate you!” Jason yelled, his face almost as red as his helmet

“You finally admitted that!”

“You never cared about me! About any of us for what I know!”

“This is not true!”

“It is the only truth!”

“I always tried to protect all of you.”

“Ok, that is enough.” Dick knew exactly what was going to happen if they did not stop them “Y/N, a hand there?”

“Sure. As long as you’ll deal with Bruce.”

“Take your aim, Cheshire.”

“I hate when I have to do this.”

“I know. But desperate times…..”

“Blah, blah, blah. More action less talking Nightwing.”

“What? I’m chatty. It’s part of my charm”

The girl just rolled her eyes and taking the stance, without an ounce of hesitation jumped right at her boyfriend tackling him to the ground.

“Have you been working out, Jay?” she raised an eyebrow. It was either this or she was getting weaker. It was much easier to ground him last time when he threw a temper tantrum in the cave. Which was last week.

“Maybe. You like my muscles Y/N. It’s ok to admit it.”

“Shut up.” She went red in an instance but much to her relief he was much calmer now, that she captured all of his attention. In the meantime Dick managed to calm down Bruce and everything was going to a good conclusion. All of them, one by one started to leave the cave but before Y/N disappeared Bruce grunted suggestively.

“Ok, all right! Fine! You got what you wanted, they are out. Now, what did you want to talk about.”

“You know, after all this time, you still know how to play both sides and twist people’s mind for your own benefit.”

“That’s not me. That is Cheshire. We are not exactly the same. Just like Bruce and Batman. I wonder what your investors would say if they found the elegant Mr Wayne beating up criminals in some dark and dirty Gotham alley….” She smirked trying to imagine Wayne Enterprises clients’ faces.

“Hide your claws. Now. What is going on with you?”

“Since when are you concerned?”

“Since you put lives of team in danger. Yours included.”

“It was not that bad.” She muttered looking down. It was. And she knew it. And he knew she knew. And she knew he knew she knew ….. Or whatever. Mind games was hard at times.

“Y/N” he sighed deeply. She was the first girl to become his sidekick. The first … daughter of some sort, even if he never truly adopted her. But, even if he did not like it, given their history together he had a soft spot for her. Deep, deep, deeeeeep inside, but still.

“What?” she spat on the edge of desperation

“Do you need help?”

“Help? No. No!” her face twisted involuntarily “why would I need help?”

“You’re obviously going through something.”

“Look who’s talking. That’s hypocritical, even for you Bruce.”

“Is that your final answer?”

“Why do you sound like…..?”

“You’re benched.”

“WHAT?!”

***

He benched her. Holy shit! She was like the only almost stable in the team and now she was on forced leave. For an indefinite period of time. Screw Bruce! In his own words, he was going to let her in again the moment she get herself back together. As if she wasn’t holding herself together!

While the boys were out, jumping on the roofs, chasing villains and getting their lives in trouble she was fuming in the manor walking from one corner of the room to another. Of course, for the last week, she was doing her best to disobey Bruce’s order. She was sneaking out the window the second they left, following suit, using the most of her flexibility skills to squeeze unnoticed, but it was for nothing. The first night, Bruce used some new technology (ironically, it was the tech SHE invented) to transport her back home, the machine claws (another irony) clenched over her body as she was flied to the manor. It was humiliating. The second time, she used the stun gun to knock her unconscious (Jason was ready to kill him for that, but luckily Dick and Damian managed to stop him). Third time she installed some crazy magnets to stop her in her tracks and when the team came back found her plastered to the wall, her hands dangling limply mid-air.

“GET. ME. THE FUCK. DOWN!” she struggled against her containment and Bruce just pressed some button cutting her lose. Luckily, before she hit the ground, Jason jumped forward and wrapped his strong arms around her, saving her from any damage.

“ARE YOU INSANE?!” he yelled, gently putting the girl down with the kiss on the top of the head and turning into a monster throwing himself at Bruce.

“Will it ever stop?” Tim whined without any hope for the future.

The fourth, fifth and sixth time was no better. No matter how strong and stubborn and resilient she was, she finally gave up. After tenth time. When Batman dragged her and locked her in the manor’s safe room. Up till now, she never knew they had one.

“FUCK YOU BRUCE!” she screaming pretty sure this place was wired and he heard her shouts in his comm right in his ear. Hopefully this will make him go deaf.”

“That’s my girl! Go louder, baby.” Jason laughed thought the communicator. So she was right, it was wired.

“Nah, it’s a waste of my throat.” She was slowly losing her voice “as for you Red, try not to get killed again, can you handle that?”

“Dunno. Guess you gotta wait and see, sweatheart”

“I hate you.”

“I love you, baby.”

“Ugh. Can you two just stop!” Damian yelled “I’m getting sick. Of you!”

“Nah. I think we can torture you a little more, demon. Auch! Dick, get the fuck off me!”

Y/N sighed deeply and shook her head. They were never going to change. And despite everything it was the reason why she loved all of them so much. Her reverie was interrupted when she heard the sound of key twisted in the lock.

“Miss Y/N? Is everything all right? I heard you scream and ….”

“I’m fine Alfred, thank you. Would you mind if I come up? Or would that be the violation of the rules?”

“Master Wayne can be excessive, we all know that. I’ve just made tea.” He motioned for her to come with him. Thank god for Alfred.

***

It was 3 a.m. and they weren’t back yet. That was weird. Normally a patrol did not take this long. For the last two hours Y/N was trying her best to fall asleep but instead found herself tossing and turning in the sheets missing Jason’s embrace and his warmth. Even the chamomile tea Alfred made for her did not help. She groaned in frustration feeling her heartbeat fastening. All of a sudden her head got flooded with the thought she has been forcing out of her system for the last two weeks. Bruce was right from the beginning. She was erratic and scatterbrained. She was distracted and nervous. He knew. He knew from the very beginning, even before her. Funny, since it was her organism who was sending warning signals she was purposefully ignoring. Until now. She felt like she was suffocating, her hands shaking, her head spinning and breathing was becoming a problem.

“What…. the hell?” she stumbled out of bed. Once again, it was 3 a.m. and suddenly she felt the rush of energy in her veins and needed something, anything to do before going completely crazy. So she got up and quickly walked to the kitchen hoping there were some dirty dishes or anything to clean up and keep herself busy. Unfortunately, Alfred made sure everything was cleaned before he went to bed. Damn! What’s your next great idea, Y//N? she though. Books, library! Great! That would keep her occupied.

Boys came back an hour later, exhausted, all of them just dreaming about going to bed. Jason in particular. He needed Y/N. He needed her next to him. When he did not find her in bed he freaked out. Like never before and raised an alarm like never before. Was she taken? Was she attacked? Was she hurt, injured, held captive or in pain? He was already reaching for his gun when Tim stopped him from rushing out the manor in his rage. He found her in the library, sitting on the floor, tomes and tomes splattered all over the floor while she was pacing nervously all over the place.

“Y/N.” Jason’s eyes opened wide at her flustered state “what are you doing?”

“Tidying up.” She smiled nervously and giggled. She giggled! Now Jason knew something was terribly, terribly wrong “I couldn’t sleep and though why not. I mean, I could have chosen to do some workout instead but figured that cleaning would be more useful. Or… maybe I should have cleaned up the bedroom instead. I mean, it’s been a while since I did. And the bathroom. Or perhaps I should have worked on that new IT software for Wayne Enterprises, I am way past deadline and HR is going to kill me if…..”

Jason took one stride into her and grabbed her shaking hands.

“Y/N. Please, please, calm down. What is happening?” her eyes were all over the place, everywhere but on him “Hey, you’re scaring me. Look at me.” His voice got a bit more commanding tone than intended but it worked as her terrified gaze fixed on him.

“Breathe with me” he spoke calmly pulling her to sit down on the floor, pushing some books away to make place for them “All right. Just…. breathe. In and out. That is good.” He gave her a couple minutes to regulate her hitched breath before speaking again “What happened?”

“I…. I don’t know.”

“How long has this been going on?”

“For like two weeks…..”

“TWO WEEKS!” he yelled and he jumped “Sorry. Why didn’t you tell me? Or anyone? But mostly me?”

“It wasn’t that bad….”

“Mhm, sure. That’s what I said after resurrecting. It wasn’t that bad. And everyone knew I was lying.”

“Jace.”

“Hm?”

“You never said that. If anything, you were always underlying you were through hell. And no one denied that.”

“Exactly, Y/N. I’ve been through hell. And that is why I know precisely how a person going through it look like.”

“How? How does such person look like?”

“Like you at this moment. Was it a panic attack? Anxiety?” he cupped her cheek tracing her cheek. “Tell me.”

“You are giving me anxiety right now asking so many question.”

“Sorry baby. Do you need a hug?”

“Yes, please.” She nodded weakly and he just wrapped his arms around her pulling her into the comfort of his embrace.

“Whatever caused this, whoever caused this” he groaned “you are safe now. Everything is fine. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“What about you?” she muttered against his chest

“Me?” that was surprising “what about me?”

“Will you make sure no one hurts you, again. Or will you just be your reckless self?”

“Wait. Is that the reason…..?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know. “ she sighed deeply “Partially. I guess I just had too much on my plate. Dealing with work and vigilantism and my restless brain seeing all the possibilities and missed opportunities. I guess my mind just decided to remind me all the mistakes and traumas from the last ten years.”

“No surprise you broke. Bruce gave a hell lot of traumas to all of us. But hey, on the bright side, you survived all of them.”

“Since when are you optimistic?”

“Ugh, your right. It so out of character. I should cut on my time with Dick, his attitude is rubbing off on me.”

“I’ll be sure to tell him that. He won’t let you live through it” she laughed “hey, let go of me” she winced when Jason started to tickle her.

“Better?”

“I think so. But you know what” she ruffled his hair playfully “I like it when you smile. I missed that happy face.”

“Are you trying to tell me something babe?” he leaned toward her clearly going in for a kiss

“Nope.” She put a finger on his lips “I’m not going to wipe it off your face.”

“Really?” he raised an eyebrow “you’re gonna make me work for it?”

“You know me all too well.”

“Fine.” He sighed “I’ll give you 5 seconds of head start. Start running kitty. Because when I catch you, I’m not letting you out easily.”

“5 seconds?? Jason Peter Todd!”

“One…..”

“I hate you.” she turned around and rushed out of the library, avoiding all the books left on the floor in her anxiety haze.

“Five.” Was he cheating? Yes, definitely. But the game was on and he could not stop thinking about catching her and just having her all to himself.

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makethatelevenrings · 2 years

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Actions, Not Words // B. Wayne x f!reader

Requested? yes!

WARNINGS: swearing

Summary: It started with a simple question. It ended with a discussion. Could be read as a sequel to guy.exe

It started with a simple question.

“If you could choose anywhere in the world to visit, where would you go?” Your boyfriend’s oldest child spun around in the chair next to yours. You let out a noncommittal hum, barely processing his question in favor of focusing on the live camera footage broadcasting from the various vigilantes operating on the streets of Gotham right now.

“Is this the part where J’onn comes down, wipes my memories, and Bruce relocates me to the Bermuda Triangle?” You were doing three things at once and didn’t really have the headspace to think about anything other than overhearing the comms conversations between Oracle and the boots on the ground, scanning the streets for anything that the team would need, and sticking gold stars onto the geography tests your kids took yesterday.

“Bold of you to assume he wouldn’t send you to the Arctic Circle,” Dick commented dryly. He made grabby hands for the papers in front of you and you passed half of the stack over and a few sheets of stickers. Nightwing was currently benched thanks to a nasty break so Batgirl and Black Bat were patrolling Bludhaven for the night.

“I would just move into the Fortress of Solitude.”

“Honestly, I think B would hate that more than sending you away.” The both of you looked up at the screens as Red Robin and Red Hood engaged in a fight with a few low level mob enforcers. Shots echoed through the cave speakers and you winced, your fingers curling tightly around the edge of the desk as you watched the boys take down the men with an ease and efficiency that two teenagers shouldn’t possess.

“They’ll be fine,” Dick said. His voice was light, but he was betrayed by the tension in his wrist as he jabbed another sticker onto the test in front of him. Every single bat and bird hated being benched, but for Dick it was especially hard. He was the oldest and watching his little siblings getting shot at, smacked around, and having a litany of toxic chemicals thrown at them on the regular added to the mountain of stress on his shoulders.

The fight appeared to end and you couldn’t help yourself. You leaned forward towards the mic and pressed the “on” button.

“Reds, report.”

“Applebee’s and I are just fine. Tell N to stop being such a mother hen and get his escrima stick out of his ass.” Jason’s modulated voice was clear of any sign of pain and you relaxed.

“Aw, Jaybird, if you cared about my nerves then you wouldn’t get on them so fuc-” Dick started to say.

“Names,” Bruce interjected over the comms just as you called out a reminder of, “Language!”

“And no, Hood, N wasn’t the one worrying. Now, pay attention. Cave, over and out.”

You turned off the mic and leaned back into the chair with a sigh. You wished you had taken Alfred up on his offer to take over your monitor shift that night. There were two weeks left of the school year and you were exhausted. That, and the fact that Dick was injured right after Damian was removed from the injured reserve now that his broken wrist was fully healed.

You had been dating Bruce Wayne for a year and while you never regretted falling for Gotham’s resident vigilante and subsequently adopting his family, it was getting harder watching them come home with bruises and sprains and bloody cuts. You loved Bruce and you loved his kids, but you didn’t know how much longer you could just sit here and watch them get the shit beat out of them.

It was hard enough hearing disparaging comments about Bruce when you were out and about in the city, but hearing people complain about Batman when you knew for a fact that he had crawled into bed the night before with a stab wound in his shoulder made you wish you had Kryptonian powers so your glares left a lasting effect.

“Hey,” Dick said quietly. You refused to look at him, knowing that his damn puppy dog eyes would destroy the careful facade you had applied. If you were going to be part of a family that wore masks, then you needed to learn to wear your own.

“You better not be adding double stickers to those tests,” you warned. “You spoil those kids.”

You knew that the kind-hearted acrobat was considering his next words before he decided against what he was originally going to say.

“You never answered my question.”

Your temples were throbbing with an oncoming headache thanks to late nights, end-of-year student tantrums, and your annoyance with the Gotham criminal underworld. Leaning back in the chair, you grabbed the bottle of painkillers Tim kept by the coffee maker and downed two.

“I want to see the world’s largest teapot,” you deadpanned.

Four weeks and a six hour car ride later, you stared up at the supposed world’s largest teapot with a blank face. Bruce leaned against the car next to you, looking ever so comfortable in jeans and a maroon sweater. Outside of the suits, both business and vigilante, Bruce always looked more relaxed. Right now, however, he looked like a smug fucking bastard.

“I thought it would be bigger,” you admitted.

“Fourteen feet by fourteen feet in diameter,” he said. “Brought here in 1938. Originally a root beer sign.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and thought about good things. Happy things. Alfred’s cooking. How comfy Bruce’s bed was at the manor. The way Cass smiled when you braided her hair. The fact that Damian chose to sit next to you during movie night, even if Dick shot him a betrayed look and pouted until Jason let him cling to his arm.

“We drove six hours to see this,” you stated calmly. He shrugged and turned his head so he could grin at you. It wasn’t that fake society smile you saw plenty of or the small smirks the kids elicited when they did something royally stupid. It was a genuine, crooked grin and you couldn’t stop the warmth that unfurled in your chest at the sight.

“Dick was pretty insistent that I take you here,” he replied. His blue eyes sparkled with just a hint of amusement and you narrowed your gaze in response.

“I knew I should have said the Maldives.”

Bruce let out a low chuckle, his arm snaking around your waist and pulling you into his side. You turned your focus back on the roadside attraction and pressed your cheek against his shoulder. He hummed and dropped a kiss to your hairline before rubbing his hand up and down your back.

“Do we need to start heading back soon so you can get ready for patrol?” you asked, checking his watch.

“I rented us a little cabin about thirty minutes outside Pittsburgh. We’ll drive back tomorrow. Dick is taking up the suit tonight. Just for tonight. Alfred and Barbara will both keep us updated through the night and I know they will make sure everyone gets home safe. I…I trust them.”

You raised your head to study his handsome face, one of your hands coming up to rest on his chest. He had that faraway look to him that signaled he was deep in thought and you knew where his head was at.

“They’ll be fine. You’ve been away on League missions longer than that,” you reminded him. He glanced down at you and nodded. His calloused knuckles brushed against your cheek.

“The kids saw that you were getting overwhelmed with things and I’m sorry I didn’t notice.”

“You’re focused. Dedicated. I know, Bruce. I wouldn’t date you if I didn’t understand.”

He pressed his forehead against yours and sighed. “You shouldn’t have to put up with me. You should be with someone who can give you the attention you deserve.”

“Pretty sure I’m the one who gets to decide that. I love you, Bruce. I love you and the kids and Alfred. I love the way your hair sticks up in the morning and how you still can barely tie a tie. I love how compassionate you are, both in your day job and night job. I love how much you care. And most of all, I love how you love. Not with words, but in actions. I mean, what other guy is going to take me to see the world’s largest teapot?”

That made a smile break his stoic facade and you grinned. He bent down and kissed you, slow and sweet and every bit tender. His lips were soft and pliant and you could taste your own strawberry chapstick on him. Thieving bastard, you thought with no malice behind it.

When you broke apart, breathless and grinning like foolish lovesick teenagers, you brushed your nose against his and chased after his lips. He kissed you again, his steady form pressing you against the car. One of his thighs slid between your legs and you moaned against his touch.

“How far away is this cabin? Because I am not desecrating the grounds of the world's largest teapot,” you panted as he bit and sucked a hickey on your collarbone. Bruce pulled away in an instant and rounded around the car and headed towards the driver’s seat.

By the time you returned to the manor with sore hips and more than a few hickeys all over your body, you knew that you were right. Bruce was a man of action not words, and he loved you.

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Day Twelve

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Prompts For Day Twelve Self-Harm/Sacrifice/Character Death

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Prompts Used for Day Twelve Sacrifice, Character Death, Abandoned

Tw's; Guns, Injury, Blood Mention, Death/Child Death Mention

Chapter Twelve under the cut :)

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Robin stood his ground as the people around him started to yell.

“You just got back!” Babs shouted.

“Master Jason, that is highly ill-advised-”

“Jason, you’re benched, you’re not going-”

He started walking towards the cave’s exit when Dick grabbed him from behind.

“Of all the stupid, irresponsible things you have ever done,” he was saying, “This takes the cake,” He started turning Robin around in his grip even as he kicked and fought.

“Dickface-!”

“I didn’t worry about you,” he continued, “For two and a half weeks,” he manhandled him into the chair, “Just so Bruce could go do whatever the fuck he did with the pits so you could go right back out and get hurt again!”

He went still, quiet. Dick was crying. It wasn’t like the few times he’d seen him cry before; this was fat, hot tears streaming down his cheeks as he hissed venom from his teeth. It should’ve been terrifying.

“It’s my life,” Jason said, voice barely above a whisper. “It’s my twin,” he continued.

Three heads turned to him, confused. “What?” he heard someone ask softly.

Anger bubbled in his chest. “He’s already been fucking abandoned by someone who was supposed to protect him. The same person who was supposed to protect me and left me there with that fucking monster. The same one who fucking kidnapped me to hand me over to the Joker!”

He ripped the face mask off, showing off the J carved into his cheek. “I’m the one who has to live with that night, Dick! I’m the one who has to live with what she did and said. Did you know I have a twin?”

“You what?” he heard Alfred breathe. Glancing around the room, he could see Babs being just as shocked.

“I have a twin,” he repeated, “That she took somewhere and swapped with her friend’s dying kid. The same dying kid she used to manipulate Batman into dropping her case.”

“What are you talking about?” Babs asked, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Catherine wasn’t my bio mom,” he said, trying to make his voice soft.

Batman hadn’t told them. Of course, he hadn’t told them.

He waited for everybody to react before continuing. Dick was acting off; he suspected he knew something, but didn’t call him on it. “Sheila Haywood gave birth to me, an older brother, and my twin. She says my older brother was dead before we were born and named my twin, Daniel, after him. She took Daniel and not me when she fled Gotham after getting in trouble with the law. She said she couldn’t cross the border with him, and her friends had a sick kid our age with the same name and looks, so-”

“She swapped them,” Dick finished. “I... looked through your phone. Not everything, just your emails,” he confessed. “But, Jason, you don’t have to do anything-”

“Like fuck I do,” he spat. “I don’t care what you or anyone else thinks, and I want my phone back,” he added, glaring at him, “But he’s my twin. This was Sheila’s doing. They may not be my actions, but I want to be there for him. I know what it’s like being abandoned by her. And if he died because of her neglect... I want to know. I need to know. Dick, he’s my twin. I have to know what happened to him.”

They looked each other in the face a few moments. “You’d go out anyways, wouldn’t you?” he asked.

Robin nodded.

He sighed. “You grab a com?”

Barbara and Batman both protested. Robin merely nodded again, going for his left ear before remembering it was on the right. He tapped it.

“Testing, testing, one two three,” he said.

Dick nodded. “Let me wash my face and get a domino on. We’re going to find him,” he swore.

“He hasn’t been cleared!” Batman roared.

“You looked over me in the plane!” Robin yelled back. “I’m doing this. If it were about anything else-”

“You don’t even know if it’s him!” He growled back.

“If I was missing and it were a chance it were me-”

“That’s different-”

“No! No, it’s not! Even if it’s not him, it’s still a missing kid. I’m not sitting this one out, papa. I can’t.”

Babs looked at Alfred, who’d raised his eyebrows. That was new.

“I said no, you’re not cleared,” he said firmly.

“Beloved,” Talia jumped in. “Arguing with him does nothing. He’s already said he will go anyway.”

“I have ways-”

“Yes, you do, and they worked well for Dick, did they not?” she said dryly. “He will figure them out eventually. Save them for when he is truly a danger to himself.” She turned to the child next. “This is not an invitation to be reckless. You are to use your training and be careful. Do not make me regret backing you,” she said, looking him up and down.

“Yes ma’am,” he said immediately.

Babs sighed. “I see you finally added pants,” she joked.

He grimaced. “Had to. Scars,” he replied. He fixed the mask back onto his face properly, “Same reason for this.”

She hummed. “We’ll have to develop another one. Maybe one with a cool speaker,” she muttered.

He smiled at her, not that she could see. She was still mad at him, but she was at least willing to understand. It felt nice to have her back in his corner.

“Don’t encourage him,” the bat growled. “He is disobeying direct orders-”

“B, you’ve lost this one,” she said plainly. “We might as well encourage him focusing on other things. Besides, I think he looks cute with the mask,” she said, looking at him up and down. “It suits you,” she said, softer.

Alfred walked over to him, fussing over his cape and masks. “The leggings fit?” he asked.

He took the actions for what they were. Nobody was happy with him right now; they’d all much rather he stay in tonight, let them handle the missing ghost. However, they knew what it was like not to be able to back down from a case. They’d be hypocrites if they tried to keep him benched.

Robin shook his head. “They’re not perfect, but they won’t hinder me in any way for now,” he said.

Alfred nodded and said something about getting measurements when he got back for some leggings of his own.

Nightwing entered the room again, weapons firmly on his back and domino in place. If they didn’t know better, they never would’ve known about the tear tracks that had clung to his cheeks just a few minutes ago.

“Let’s do this,” he muttered. “And Robin?”

He looked at his big brother.

“Please be careful, little wing. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened tonight.”

He nodded. He was, at least, planning on not having any accidents today.

They left the cave together, pulling out grappling hooks and going separate ways. They knew the rough area he had to be in, but there were a lot of places for a child to hide.

Batgirl had been the one to find the camera outage by Crime Alley and the surrounding areas. Searching would take awhile, but if it meant they got to find a missing kid, they would do it.

They gave each other updates as they went. “Cleared the Bat Burger and surrounding buildings,” Nightwing said, “Moving on,” he added.

“Hn.”

“Got to the library, clearing surrounding area,” Batgirl said.

“I see a group of kids. I’m going down and seeing if they know anything,” he said into his com.

“Robin, repeat the last part of that? Your com glitched,” Batman huffed.

“I’m going down to see if they know anything,” he repeated as he touched the ground, going to the side of the building.

“Roger. Be careful,” Nightwing responded.

He walked up to the kids. “Hey-”

“ROBIN!” one of them shouted, throwing themselves at him. He caught them easily.

“What’s with the new mask?” One of the older ones asked.

“Dude, people are saying you died- how are you here right now?”

He shrugged. “I got better?” he offered.

“Dude, did you die?” A different kid asked.

“Look, I’d love to stay and chat,” he said, handing the little kid off to one of the older members, “You guys know I would, but I need to find a missing kid. White hair, green eyes, possible meta. Seen anyone like that?”

They shook their heads. “No, we haven’t seen anyone like that. There is a possible,” he gestured for the older kids to cover the younger one’s ears, “Kiddy ring that opened by the dock. If kid’s been gone for awhile, they might be there. We’ve been trying to flag you down, but-”

“I was out of commission,” he finished and cursed. “I’m sorry. I’ll let the Bat know and we’ll investigate,” he promised.

“Thank you,” he said sincerely. “Nobody we know, yet, but we’ve been keeping an eye on everybody. There are whisperings they’re targeting the Narrows.”

He growled. “Noted,” he said. “I’ll get you guys next time, this is my first night back and I had less time than usual to prep,” he said, genuinely apologetic.

“You’re good, dude, you’ve helped more than you realize,” he said as the younger kids whined. “Good to see you again. And uh, I don’t know what the mask and pants situation is about,” he lowered his voice, “But word is, the Joker got you. Just to let you know, the kids are getting restless. I know we’re not the only group you help, and they’re making some serious waves. It’s as brave as it is stupid,” he muttered.

Robin nodded. “Thank you. Seriously. Don’t worry about me,” he said, trying to be soothing, “But I’ll take care of it. Let the other’s know I’m back, but the bat might be keeping me on a short leash,” he chuckled a bit. “I’m not really supposed to be out tonight.”

“But you can’t keep out of it if it’s a kid involved,” the other boy finished, smirking.

Robin smiled, even if they couldn’t see it. “Yeah. I’ve never known when to quit,” he joked.

The kids waved good bye as he grappled away. He pressed the com in his ear.

“Who’s online?” he asked.

“Nightwing,” his brother said.

“I’m also here,” Batgirl replied. “What’s up Robin?”

He relayed the information he’d just been told, “I’m going to search a bit more around here, but they’re usually pretty on top of all the rumors and stuff in this area. I’ll touch base with more groups soon, but-”

“We understand,” Batgirl responded. “Just cleared the surrounding area of the library. Moving on,” she said.

“Clearing some buildings by the Croc sewers,” Nightwing grunted. “No sign yet,” he added.

“Roger. Going to continue to... I’ll be right back,” he said, trailing off. “Just found something that weirded me out before I took my break,” he said, muting his com.

He could still hear their chatter as he swung down into a nearby alley with some white vans.

The people he’d seen before he got called to the docks that one night oh so long ago were back. Their white suits were perfect, not a spec of anything on them as they walked around, scanning buildings and wearing ugly goggles.

“There’s something in this area,” he heard one mutter.

“Oh for sure,” the other one responded. “But where is it coming from?”

He stood there, listening intently.

“Those ecto-scum won’t know what hit them,” he heard one mutter. He heard one of their machine’s beep and he heard them call out, “Hey, I'm getting another hit over here.”

Ecto-scum? What kind of people were these-

He heard footsteps coming towards the alley he was hiding in. He wedged himself between the wall and a dumpster, intent on finding out more.

“Don’t be scared, little ghostie,” he heard someone mutter. “We just wanna hunt ya-”

He didn’t like where this was going. Anytime a potential threat had said they were ‘hunting’ him, it usually ended up bad. He shuffled down a bit closer to the ground, shoving his legs underneath the dumpster, careful not to let them stick out on the other side. Not that they got close.

Sometimes being short was cool, but this was humiliating. He forced the thought out of his head.

He thought they had left the alley when he felt something grab onto his cape. He managed to maneuver himself out from underneath the dumpster before reaching back and kicking the man that had grabbed him in the elbow.

He started running when he noticed more white suits. He pressed his com, frantically looking around.

“S.O.S! This is Robin calling for emergency back up,” he said as he attempted to dodge more hands. “Guys in white suits, white nondescript van lisence plate unknown,” he continues, ducking out of the way of hands coming at him, “Weapons unknown- too many,” he said as more arrived. “I can’t- LET ME GO!” he said as he kicked wildly.

“Little wing, where are you-”

“I, I’m not sure,” he said as he struggled. “Near the building with the good gargoyle-”

“That doesn’t narrow it down!” Nightwing barked out.

“Robin, what do you see?”

He looked around. He spotted a teenager his age with white hair as he floated on top of the building above them.

“A... glowing teen?” he said.

“HEY!” he yelled, getting everybody’s attention. " LEAVE HIM ALONE! IT’S ME YOU WANT!”

The earth shook as he yelled more, glowing green rings coming out of his mouth. Robin felt the earth shake and the com in his ear popped.

The guys holding him dropped him as he reached desperately for the com unit in his ear, ripping it out. It began sparking.

Well. So much for that.

Maybe if he had any sense he’d run. But, he was Robin, and there were guns being trained at what had to be a fellow child hero. One who’d clearly never had training. One who held an undertone of fear as he squared up to these assholes who had started trying to shoot at him with unknown weapons.

He was Robin, and he’d never backed down from a fight in his life. He stood with his back to the other hero.

“Robin,” he introduced.

“Phantom,” the other boy responded, looking at him weirdly. “I didn’t know you were a ghost, too.” He muttered.

He didn’t have time to respond as he punched someone that had started coming at them.

“We’re talking about that later!” he shouted over his shoulder. He swore he could hear the other boy laugh at him.

So, this was the guy his big brother had been looking for. This... this must be his twin.

He tried not to let his emotions get in the way as they worked together to take down the agents. At one point they pulled out these glowing green shields. Common sense told him not to touch them, but that left him open. He checked his belt.

Thank fuck it had batterangs. He really should’ve checked this thing before he left.

Phantom disappeared and reappeared next to him at some points, catching his blind spots. He threw his projectiles at a few of the people training their guns at the other hero.

It was like they had fought together forever. He, again, had clearly never had formal training, but they worked with it. Instead of getting in Robin’s way, what he lacked in skill he made up with innovation.

His power list had to be ridiculous. He covered the ground in a thin layer of ice, leaving the agents slipping and skating over the pavement.

Robin’s boots were equipped to handle such shenanigans. He couldn’t exactly fight the Penguin or Mr. Freeze if his boots didn’t hold up against ice, now, could he?

They kicked and fought. At one point Phantom covered his fists in green and started punching. Robin could tell he was being careful, but he still left several agents unconscious on the pavement. Robin tried not to take the time to be impressed.

He could tell he was impressing Phantom as he threw punches and hits.

That was when things started to get weird.

He had just socked somebody in the jaw when, as his feet hit the pavement, his left went out from under him. Normally, this would come with searing pain, but he felt nothing. Except...

His left foot felt like his body had in the plane when he saved them from that missile.

He dared to look down. His foot was translucent, which should’ve been the weird part except it was going through the ground . What was happening?

“The fuck?” he asked out loud and tried to use his arms to push himself up. His right gave out- no, it also went through the ground. Seriously, what the fuck was happening?!

Phantom looked at him where he was laying on the ground. “Robin!” he called. “Pull your limbs out of the ground and try to feel them!”

He watched as Phantom tried to pick up the slack, wailing into the different agents. Seriously, where was Batman? Nightwing? Anybody?

He did as he was told, pulling his arm and foot out of the ground. Then he registered the other boy’s words.

“How the fuck do I feel my limbs?” he yelled out.

“You just do! Just, think of how your solid body parts feel!” he yelled back.

“What the fuck does that mean?!”

“Figure it out!”

He tried to focus on how his other arm felt as a suit approached him, Phantom’s back turned and already dealing with three more.

“Fascinating,” the man whispered.

Nope, fuck this, this is getting weird. He desperately searched his pocket for something he could use. All he had was some... Halloween candy? It’ll do, but he should check the rest of his pockets when he got home, it was April there shouldn’t be Halloween candy in his plane belt.

He threw it at the man, who cursed, then choked. He fist pumped; he managed to get a piece in his eye and his mouth.

The man doubled over. “Agent G?” he heard someone vaguely ask. They ran over and started attempting the Heimlich.

Normally, Robin would help, but right now he was focusing on becoming... solid? This was such a weird day.

What did he do on the plane again? He focused on the weird feeling, and it spread. He could feel his left hand go intangible, then his foot, then it traveled along until his whole body was translucent and he was having trouble keeping it above pavement. Then...

He let it go. His body was solid again within seconds.

He had gravel in his pants. That was an issue for some other time.

“YES!” he yelled out, then took a running start at the ‘agents’? Again, a super weird day.

He extended his now-solid leg into the man’s abdomen, using it as a springboard to transition into a flip. It wasn’t a Nightwing flip, but it did nicely for both saving the man’s life and incapacitating him. Nice job, Robin-

He went to jump back into action beside Phantom when he started floating. It was like today was trying to be difficult.

He ended up grabbing onto an cheap ass suit jacket trying to keep from floating away. Phantom looked at him weirdly.

“Dude! What are you doing?!”

“I don’t know!” he yelled back. “I couldn’t do this until a few hours ago!”

Phantom’s eyes widened. “You’ve only been like this for a few hours?! What are you doing out?!” He said as he grabbed onto Robin’s middle.

“Looking for you!” he replied, then- “Look out!”

“Wha- OH SHIT-”

He ducked, covering Robin’s body with his own.

The glowing harpoon missed them by inches. They heard someone curse wildly.

“Now, ecto-scum, you can either come quietly, or we could continue to fight,” they heard someone say.

Neither were very inclined to find out exactly what that meant. Phantom kept a hold of Robin as he attempted to take him and retreat.

“There are too many,” he heard Phantom mutter. “We need back up-”

“I’ve been trying to call the rest of the bats,” he said. “I don’t know why they aren’t here-”

“Fuck!” Phantom shouted. They may have made it a couple streets over, but agents had still been on their tails.

Phantom’s back was opened up. His suit was burned at the edges and he grit his teeth. He descended before the pain could knock him out of the air completely.

“Ow, fuck,” he hissed, “I think they changed the formula, that hurts so much more-” he said as he began shaking.

“Shit-” Robin muttered as he attempted to see what he had in the other pockets.

“Go!” Phantom grabbed his wrist. “Just go, I can deal-”

“No way,” Robin growled out. His feet finally planted themselves on the ground and he hauled up Phantom as best he could, “I don’t leave people behind,” he grit as he began dragging him into an alley.

“Both of us aren’t going to get out of here,” Phantom hissed. “You have the better chance. Just-”

“I don’t leave people behind,” Robin emphasized. “Especially not fellow heroes who just saved my ass,” he added, giving Phantom a look. He set him beside some boxes in the alley, hoping the ground wasn’t suspiciously wet or anything like that. “You stay here, I’m going to see if I can signal someone.”

“Roger,” Phantom said.

Robin could see he was trying not to worry him, but that the wound was bad. He wasn’t sure how bad. He hoped Alfie could help him; he wasn’t sure how ghost biology worked, and he doubted the butler had more knowledge in that area.

He left Phantom in the alley and used his grappling hook to get on top of the building next to them. From here, he could see some agents a couple streets from where he’d stashed Phantom, using the same machines he saw earlier. He figured they were some sort of tracker; they didn’t have much time before they were found.

He thought he could see a spec of something before it disappeared. He didn’t want to shout out to it in case the ‘agents’ heard; they may be tracking them already, but that didn’t mean he wanted to help them hunt them down. He cursed under his breath.

He tried to search more of the pockets of his belt. He found some gauze, some other miscellaneous band-aids, a couple more baterangs, more Halloween candy-

He jumped out of the way of a glowing shot. How rude!

He threw the rest of the Halloween candy, not wanting to waste the baterangs. He grappled back down to hopefully throw them off of Phantom’s trail; he was the one hurt, not him.

He looked around, running through a labyrinth of alleys. Luckily, he knew right where he was. He prayed nobody had ever discovered his secret hiding spots.

He tried to stick close enough to hear Phantom if he yelled out. As long as he has his dark, smelly alley ways correct...

He slid down and checked a brick. It was loose. He removed it and looked inside, grinning.

He pulled out the rubbing alcohol, bottles, and rags. He shoved his hand further into the hole and found the matches wrapped in a plastic grocery bag.

Before he was Robin, he got himself into some... situations. He had never touched them afterwards, afraid he or someone else would need them some day. Turns out, having some of Batman’s paranoia rub off on him was useful. Who knew?

And to think he and Nightwing had accused him of having a hoarding problem. Next time Alfred wanted the bat to look through his suits and get rid of the ones he didn’t need anymore, Robin might just take the old bat’s side. Just for a minute.

Nobody ever went against Alfred for that long. The man was a saint for putting up with them and everybody knew it.

He poured most of the rubbing alcohol into the vessels and pre-wet the rags before shoving them into the necks of the bottles. He only had two, so he wanted to make them count.

He didn’t think he had a lighter in his belt. That would suck when it was time to light one of these suckers, but-

He ran faster to where Phantom was hidden. He could see the vans beginning to pull up, agents pouring out of them.

Just how many men was part of this loser club? He’d been to those boring field trip assemblies so they could go over expectations and things with the parents there, and even those never had this many people. They always had so many people at those things!

He wasn’t even sure if any of their villains had ever had this many men on their side before, including during team ups.

He pulled the match box out of the bag he’d put it in. Miraculously, they had actually stayed dry. He got closer before he attempted to light one, dragging the matchstick against the striker. It caught, causing an orange flame to flicker out.

He held it up to the rag, catching it ablaze. He threw it and took cover, hearing more so than seeing as it shattered on impact. He heard someone screaming. He checked to make sure nobody was in the alley with them, most of them being distracted by the fire that exploded out after he threw the Molotov and ran to where he’d stuck Phantom.

The other boy was halfway up, trying to hover off the ground. “Dude, what-”

Robin held up the pre-made Molotov he had left. “These,” he breathed, “Should be used in hero work more often. I forgot how fun it was.”

Phantom looked at him a minute before registering what he meant. He grinned. “Robin-”

“I know, I’m awesome, let’s go before they get past it!”

He took his hand, dragging him through the alleys. He could see daylight beginning to peak out from the horizon line. He thought of the baby bird; he’d love to get a picture of this.

“We need to get to the rendezvous point,” he muttered. “If we can do that, I think we’ll be okay,” he said.

“What’s the rendezvous point?” Phantom asked. “I can fly up-”

“No,” Robin said. “Even if you weren’t hurt, they know to look to the skies; it’s how they figured out which alley we were in. I was on the roof,” he explained. “The roof tops and skies are off limits until we get to the building we need,” he continued. “Then we get on top of it. The bat keeps emergency coms hidden in one of the gargoyles; we grab one, then we can call them, and they can help us,” he surmised.

“The bats are out,” Phantom said. “I was with them earlier-”

“And Nightwing was dumb,” he finished for him. “He said he didn’t realize what was happening at first. He cried about it,” he forced himself to laugh; he didn’t find anything about the situation funny, “He feels bad. He’s on your side, 100 percent.”

Phantom got quiet, and Robin looked to him to make sure he wasn’t getting worse.

“He... he’s really on my side?” Phantom asked.

The snort Robin let out was genuine. “I wouldn’t be as intent on helping your ass if he didn’t think you were someone worth saving,” he replied.

He snuck another glance at the other hero. He was smiling slightly now; he looked good like that. He looked his age.

Robin figured he could tell him about everything else later as he led him through the alleys.

“Anyways,” he muttered. “You said something earlier. What do you mean I’m a ghost?"

Phantom paled a bit. “I... think we have to get somewhere a bit safer before I explain that. Red, someone on my team, won’t be happy but it’s vital information, especially if the GIW’s already in Gotham. You won’t be able to go anywhere without them being your shadow,” he said.

“Oh, that’s comforting,” he replied dryly. “I get more enemies out of the deal? Sweet,” he continued.

Phantom snorted. “Trust me, I know,” he said. “It’s not all bad. I’ll stick around and teach you some things.”

Robin was already liking the kid. “Like not getting stuck in the ground?” he guessed.

“Yes,” Phantom said. “And how to drop the intangibility without dropping your pants,” he said, laughing slightly.

Robin let out a startled laugh. “If it makes you feel better,” he said, “I got gravel near my junk.”

Phantom wheezed, “I accidentally dropped my pants asking out a girl I liked,” he laughed.

Robin laughed with him.

The situation may be slightly fucked, but at least they were getting along before Robin had to destroy his world view. That certainly made some things easier to believe.

As they approached the end of the alley, Robin signaled for Phantom to stay behind while he scoped out the road in front of them. He carefully looked one way-

There was a white van coming his way.

He immediately ducked back into the alley, pulling out another match and lighting the rag. He threw it at the van and turned to run.

He felt someone grab him by his cape. “Oh, no, little ghostie,” he heard someone say. “You and that other scum from Amity Park have caused enough trouble for us tonight!”

He covered his face as the Molotov exploded, throwing bits of glass and fire everywhere. It cast a menacing light on the face that had caught him.

The white suit had goggles on, like the rest did. She had a scar that disappeared into her hairline, going down behind the right lens of her goggles before ending near her chin. She had a grin on her face. “You and the other one are going to make nice- OOF-”

Phantom was standing in the alley, barely. Wisps of green smoke came from his fist. “Leave him alone,” he growled out.

Robin ran towards him, intending on tugging him down an alley and losing them on foot before more agents appeared.

“Oh, what’s wrong, scum?” One of them asked. “Shocked we know your little alleys as well as- HEY!”

Robin threw a baterang at the man. It hit his gun.

He could probably beat them if he was by himself, but he had Phantom to think about. He pulled out his grappling hook, out of options. He aimed it at the roof of the nearest building, grabbing Phantom’s waist-

Someone grabbed his foot as they were taking off. He kicked wildly, trying to get the agent to let go. His grip slipped.

He watched with growing dread as his grappling hook zoomed off by itself, eventually unhooking from the building and dropping to the ground below. He hoped whoever picked that up used common sense with it.

He tried to remember the feeling he got earlier when he hovered. He managed to get it for a few seconds before his vision blurred. Nonono not right now-

Curse things like blood sugar, always getting in the way when it’s the least convenient. He tried to power through it-

He dropped it, dropping them to the ground. He tried to take the impact for Phantom and popped back up, already in position to fight.

He could only hope somebody found them now.

He swung at one of the agents. The adrenaline and energy he’d had a few hours, hell, 20 minutes ago had greatly faded. Maybe he had bitten off more than he could chew with this one.

He saw Phantom out of the corner of his eye trying to blast weapons out of their hands as they fought. He knew, eventually, something would give.

Either they’d get back up, and they’d get to go to the cave, get some sleep. Talk about things, figure out what the fuck he’d been talking about earlier with the ghost stuff. This was the ideal outcome.

Or, they’d... lose. They’d get captured. Go to who knows where, where these losers in cheap white suits would do who knows what to them, and, if the way that they’d scrambled his com earlier was any indication, the bats wouldn’t be able to track them.

They’d be stuck there indefinitely. And Robin had a feeling it wouldn’t be easy to escape.

Before the Joker, if this had happened, he wouldn’t have even thought twice about it. In spite of his childhood in crime alley, he’d allowed himself to get caught up in the magic. He’d been compensating for a childhood spent knowing the lights could go off today because mommy didn’t pay the bill, that he could go hungry tonight because daddy had debts to pay and he used the grocery money to do it. That any day, he could seek out a friend he hadn’t seen in a while and learn that they had already passed away, way too young, because they were working with some villain or another, or they had starved, or froze to death, or-

Well. You get the picture.

As Robin, he’d never had to face any of that. It was Jason who’d had that experience. Maybe he shouldn’t have separated the identities so much.

Maybe he should’ve remembered the cocktail kits sooner. Maybe he should’ve been utilizing the alleys all along. Maybe he should’ve concerned himself with the kids of the alley more and been more involved, it had been his home for fourteen years for fuck’s sake-

Maybe his morals shouldn’t have been as rigid as the bat had insisted they be. He knew that Dick had left for a reason, and even though he hadn’t wanted to see it, and though he loved his papa, he was beginning to see where the logic had been flawed.

He heard a noise like someone cocking a gun somewhere behind him and felt himself get pushed down. He heard it go off and the aborted scream next to him.

He dared to look.

Phantom had been hit in the chest this time. He just barely clung to the edges of consciousness before going under. A bright ring of white light enveloped him before leaving him looking just like Robin in his civilian identity.

… They could unpack that later. He needed a plan-

What would Jason do? What would he have done-

Jason would’ve left Phantom behind ages ago. But that wasn’t who he was anymore. He had to think of something better-

He saw someone coming towards them out of the corner of his eye. He had blood covering his lenses and he wasn’t sure who’s it was as he wiped it off and grabbed the person coming at them by the wrist.

His vision swam again. Just a few more minutes-

He slammed them forwards and into the concrete wall, using their own weight against them. He grabbed the gun they’d been holding.

One of the few things he’d never been taught is shooting, but didn’t someone once say the best way to learn was real-world scenarios? He supposed it couldn’t get any more real-world than this.

He aimed for someone else’s gun. He squeezed the trigger. The recoil sent shocks down his arm and he closed his eyes, trying to keep his balance. He may not know anything about this, but he was certain that was wrong.

He heard a yelp. He opened his eyes back up to see he’d hit his mark, the gun in the other man’s hand showering them in small bits of plastic.

He tried to cock it to get it ready to shoot again.

He didn’t know too much about guns. Maybe he should’ve taken Willis’s offers to teach him how to shoot when he was smaller, but his mom had always begged him to wait until he was at least 16; Alfred’s attempts at teaching him had always been vetoed by the bat, and he was beginning to regret allowing Batman to do that.

He knew the damage a gun could cause. He knew people who’d been taken by a bullet before they met their fate. He’d always thought he’d never use one, always disliking the destruction and chaos they brought.

He never stopped to wonder what would happen the day he needed to cause the damage and chaos a gun brought with it. He didn’t figure out how to cock it.

A hand wrapped around his, making him drop the only weapon he had remaining. He tried to wiggle out of the grip before he saw they’d already grabbed Phantom. He remembered the glowing green rings that had shook the earth when Phantom first came to his aid.

The sun shine down on them, the dewy morning air still holding that bit of April chill. He took a deep breath, aiming away from Phantom.

He screamed. Loud, harsh, and unabashed as they started dragging them to a van. He caught a glimpse of Nightwing on a rooftop as he did so.

He almost had a spark of hope before the agent carrying him cracked him in the head with their gun before throwing him into the back of the van on top of Phantom.

He felt agents jumping into the van and peeling off. The van shook, like someone had landed on top of it. People began shouting.

“Please, Dickface,” he thought, “Please rescue us.”

A few miles later, he heard the shouts outside stop. He felt the weight on the roof be thrown off.

He could only hope whatever scrambled his com hadn’t completely killed the tracker in his belt as they were driven out to who knows where.

At least he’d found Phantom. At least he knew he didn’t have to go through another kidnapping alone.

#dp x dc #ailesswhumptober2023 #jason todd #danny fenton #danny phantom #dc robin #robin #batman #ail-less whumptober day 12 #kite flies over the nightingale nest

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secretnimh · 2 years

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Misconception that DC has tried to retroactively make the new canon to varying degrees

"Jason died because he was reckless and angry and wanted to prove himself - thus ignoring batman's order's to stay put and getting killed by the joker because his experience was inadequate to take him on"

What actually happened, largely abridged

"Jason was trying to prove himself to Batman" bull, actually - after Jason overheard Bruce and Alfred saying he should be benched from robin, he ran out of the house to clear his head, and returned to his old apartment. there, he unexpectedly came across the info that his mom wasn't actually his birth mom, and decided to go find her (bc Bruce is terrible with expressing his emotions, and inadvertently made both dick AND Jason feel like their place in his life/at the manor was dependent on being robin, so being fired feels a hell of a lot like being unwanted/kicked out - like. we know this. it happened with dick. It's gonna happen similarly but differently with Tim. it's a theme)

finding her just also happened to mean checking out various potential moms, not all of which were local, or even in the country... so, sure, angry, but also really upset and all those other complicated emotions that come along with "I think my dad doesn't want me around anymore" and "oh wow i have a living parent out there in the world"

Bruce didn't even notice he ran away btw?? to another COUNTRY???? Bruce was tracking down Joker for a case and legit just HAPPENED to come across him bc his search for Joker coincided with Jason's search for his mother???? sir????????????? Jason is 15???? and also canonically so, so small. 4'6" i mean come on, not only is he objectively young but he definitely *looks* young, too

anyway they team up. it's kinda cute - also would have been low-key fun if Shiva *was* his mom I won't lie, but like, Cass exists and is so wonderful, that funky lil opportunity for additional bat and shiva drama was banked on

then they find Jason's mom and Bruce... leaves him with her???? Like, okay, sure, she's biologically related to him, and seems like a nice enough person bc she does work w a humanitarian organization, but sir. That is your small child you're leaving alone with a stranger in an unfamiliar place in an unfamiliar COUNTRY can we re-think this decision.

shenanigans happen and they both team up again for the joker thing, which ends w Bruce running off to save civilians from a truck full of bombs or something, and Jason keeping an eye on the warehouse joker and his mom are in. B tells Jason to stay put, and Jason is annoyed but agrees. he has literally every intention of staying out of Joker's way while Batman is away!!

of course, baby 15 year old jason (and b!!) think jay's mom is being *forced* to work with joker. What's a baby to do when his mom comes out and says he needs to leave well enough alone?? a baby will tell her he's robin and can help, that's what!! That she doesn't need to worry and he's more capable of protecting her than she thinks! and what's a shitty mother who cares more about her reputation and money than a child's life to do?? Tell him joker isn't at the warehouse anymore, obviously, it's all totally fine and Jason should definitely come inside while she grabs some things - oh but yes please walk ahead of her, of course. And *then* she pulls a gun on on him, right before they meet the very clown she swore had left.

He's not expecting the joker! He definitely wasn't expecting his mother to lie to him!! Reckless, rash, and angry my ass. If anything killed Jason, it was that he put too much love and trust and the earnest will to see good in people.

And it's really fucking sad that, after all that trauma - his death and resurrection both - after feeling betrayed and forgotten by his family, feeling his life wasn't *worth* a damn in the end, that he ultimately lost that ability to see the good before the bad and just trust that there are better people in the world - from too much empathy to not nearly enough

#dc #jason todd #robin jason #ik this seems out of context and unprompted #but i was getting too rambly in a discord and wanna get my rambles out

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dramatisperscnae · 7 months

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@thegirlwondcr [x]

"Okay, first off--thank you, thank you, thank you." Emma started off, trying to ease into actually answering his question. "Also, you are my favorite brother, I don't know if I've ever told you that, but you are." This seemed like the best way to approach this. The happier he was, the more chances she had of Bruce never knowing about this. The crime? Embarrassment, to say the least. A misunderstanding that escalated way too quick, that probably would have never happened if she had never been trained as Robin. "I was just getting a few snacks at this convenience store. Because there are just some snacks Alfred will refuse to get me because he says they are way too unhealthy, but sometimes it is just nice to have an overprocessed snack full of dye." Emma justified before actually getting into the crime at hand. "Well, I bought some snacks and on my way out some random customer said 'Hey you didn't pay for that' when after I just did that. So naturally, I argued with him, and then he reached over to me to which I then punched him in the face because I thought he was trying to attack me or something. Then he punches back, and then we are just punching back and forth until the cops showed up..." Then she hesitated, embarrassment and regret clear on her face. "Turns out I had left a pack of crackers in my pocket..." "But you have to promise not to tell Bruce about it, he will bench me for an entire year. You also can't tell Alfred because then he's going to just make me eat vegetables nonstop for the next six months." She begged of her brother. "Nobody got hurt! Well except for the guy--but broken noses can heal! And I can cover all my bruises in concealer or just say I fell off the bleachers like five times."

Quite honestly, it was all Dick could do to keep a straight face as Emma launched into her explanation. He hadn't really cared why she'd been at that convenience store - if she wanted snacks she could have snacks, he wasn't going to tell her no considering his own eating habits would probably have Alfred giving him a lecture on proper nutrition if the man ever found out - he'd been more interested in why she'd been in a fight.

Turned out, the story was so incredibly facepalm worthy Dick really had to fight not to laugh. An overreaction of epic proportions that, honestly, as a lone girl on Gotham streets, Dick couldn't entirely fault her for; strange men grabbing for you would make anyone react, and some people's fight-or-flight only had one setting. Add in an accusation of theft and, well, it was almost understandable.

Almost.

The good thing was that Emma seemed to understand she'd fucked up. By rights Dick ought to be delivering the lecture he knew Bruce probably would, about responsibility and reasonable application of force and all that jazz, but quite honestly Emma seemed fully aware of what she'd done and why she'd been in the wrong here. Mostly, anyway. And she'd almost certainly be getting that lecture from Bruce anyway once the man heard about it; Emma was incredibly naive to think it wouldn't get back to him somehow.

"You honestly think you got dragged down to GCPD Central and Commissioner Gordon isn't gonna hear about it?" he asked her, raising an eyebrow. "And once he hears about it, Bruce definitely will. This not even getting into the fact that since Bruce is your legal guardian he's probably already been notified anyway even though you called me to come get you." No, there was no way Bruce wasn't going to know about this. What there could be was Dick on Emma's side to try and soften whatever punishment might be coming.

"Look, you know you fucked up, right?" he asked. "Forget about should'ves and shouldn'ts, you know you fucked up, right? Maybe the guy could've handled his side better, but you going right to violence?" That wasn't how Bruce trained her. Dick knew that for certain. Especially in civilian life, de-escalation should be the immediate go-to.

#thegirlwondcr #dick ic #dick verse: gone solo #[Dick just out here trying not to laugh at the entire situation and be the responsible one for five minutes XD]

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colorfulyetsinful · 1 year

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As like all my other hcs I wrote this on my phone (actually wrote this while at work but let’s not this about that too hard). I wanted to go into more detail, but thought that’ll make it confusing and just choose to do it like this.

This is just something I think about when overwhelmed bc it’s helps distract me. I mostly think about it from a jondami perspective bc why not.

I might do more about this, if 5 ppl like this. Sorry if this doesn’t make sense :(

Enjoy!!!

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Reverse Batfam hc

Duke was the first adopted after his parents died from the joker

he’s still “the signal” but that’s a little later”

Damian joins in after, he’s the oldest of the Wayne kids

Duke looked up to Damian and was a little self conscious of his place in the family

he ended up getting g shot by joker and became oracle (he still calls himself the signal)

Jon is 3 years older then Damian

they met the same way with Damian trying to kidnap him to fight

they didn’t really say they were friends but they were friends

they form the teen titans when Damian was 14

the members are raven and beast boy ofc, then Colin and jon, and maps….kathy, maya, djinn II and Conner queen joining later

Jon is the oldest

Jon started dating Jay (Damian had a crush on Jon)

they broke up later and Damian was in a secret relationship with Colin (not really secret they just never out right said it)

Jon left the team after he graduated high school wanting to focus more on school

(the team kinda disbanded a little after with Kathy taking over for a bit)

Damian gave up being Robin after getting in a fight with Bruce

Joined a cult fight ring where he met back with Conner and met flatline

him and Colin also broke up (it was mutual with just a bit of awkwardness)

Tim became Robin after finding out Batman’s identity and the little shit was so desperate he put his family in danger just to get Batman’s attention (fucking dumbass)

Damian comes back to Gotham with a new Robin and he goes to Jon bc Jon was his comfort

they formed the titans again (with the added few)

Kon is born and Jon learns to be a big brother

He also makes it a good idea to introduce kon and Tim

Damian does not like Tim

he regrets it after Tim is kidnapped by the joker and is tortured to becoming joker Jr and ended up falling to his death

anyways he dies and Damian regrets not being there to at least help guide him

Bruce is destroyed, he was just starting to like Tim and his company only for that to happen to him (he didn’t really accept Tim bc of how he put himself in danger and only took tim in bc his parent were in hiding in another country) (imagine the phone call they got)

Kon also dies around this time

Jon and Damian pull apart from the team and eachother

Jon forced to become Superman after his father dies from doomsday

Damian “retiring” from heroing and going back to the legue of assassins

(he’s actually to keep an eye on his grandfather)

Bruce meets Jason and takes him in

he doesn’t tell Jason about Batman but Jason is a smart kid so he finds out eventually

Bruce is more protective over Jason so he doesn’t make him Robin right away

Damian comes back right on time when Bruce starts training Jason, he heckles Bruce a bit but starts train Jason as well so whatever happened to Tim never happens with him

Jason and Damian become a bit more closer

Stephanie joins the family as batgirl

She was friends with Tim when he was still alive

she met Batman the same way in the comics

Cassandra was adopted before Tim and was batgirl for a while until she was shot in the leg (she’s fine just was benched for a while)

Damian and Taven start dating

and Raven ends up pregnant (more on that later)

Damian and her broke up before find out tho and that’s when him and Jon were getting closer

Tim comes back to life bc ra’s Al Goul (?) wanted to use his body as a vessel and even trained him

Tim lost his memory after coming back to life, but gain it slowly through time

Fully comes back when kon comes back to life and rushes over to get Tim out before Tim’s soul can be switched

then ended up blowing up the base while escaping

They join a life of crime with Tim going through his mad scientist/villain arc

him and Jon got a Bonnie and Clyde thing going on

Also tried to kill Jason after coming back to Gotham bc he felt like Jason didn’t deserve to be Robin

Speaking of Gotham, he try’s to come back looking for his parent, only to find out they were killed by the riddler (of all ppl) and that kicked off his villain arc

Jon finds out about Kon being alive and when he asked kon why he’s doing the thing he’s doing, Kon’s just like “I rather be with Tim then the person who left me to die”

it kills Jon bc he tried everything he could to protect Kon that day but got there too late

it’s worse for jon bc he’s still grieving over the lost of Damian, and running tge titans again with the addition of Bart, kara, Cassie, and cissie

man’s is stresssd to no end

Back to Damian, he’s not actually dead, he got sent to the underworld by his grandfather after he failed the soul switch, so Ra’s went back to his og choice of a vessel.

Raven ends up having her baby, (it’s a girl), they name her Lilith bc I’m so original

She look like raven with Damian’s hair and eyes (what baby is 75% demon and the rest human)

Damian comes back to the earth (4years older, even tho only a year has passed since he’s “died”)

the catch up is insane

him and Jon start dating and they co parent with raven and bb to raise Lilith

Tim has also calmed down after Damian smacks him to his senses

he’s still a little shit and now helps the batfam with any tech things

imagine Jason but more off his rockers then homicidal

Dick is the last to join, and he’s just a ball of sunshine

Damian gains an attachment to him (mostly bc he’s only 3-4 years older then his daughter)

did I mention Damian is such a good dad bc he’s such a good dad

Dick and Lilith are spoiled by the whole family even Tim

the rouges would think more the twice then to mess with them (they do not want to get on Tim’s bad side)

Dick is also start to create his own team of young justice with Wally, Roy, Lilith, Donna, and Garth

also Jon and Damian are engaged

Ages!!

Damian - 28 (supposed to be 24) (the oldest)

Duke - 22 (second oldest)

Tim - 21 (physical, mentally he’s 19) (legally died at the age of 14)

Jason - 16 (try’s so hard to be edgy and is getting closer to tim)

Dick - 13 (the youngest)

Cass - 15

Steph - 17

Lilith - 9-10

Kent:

Jon - 26-27

Kon - 21 (technically 9)

Kara - 19

Others:

Raven, Kathy, Djinn, Jay, and bb - 25-26

Colin, Maps, Maya, Conner -23-24

Bart - 22

Cassie and cissie - 20

Wally, Roy and Donna - 11-12

Garth - 13

(I think that’s everyone I mentioned)

Names!!!

Damian - Ghoul

Duke - signal

Tim - Red

Jason -Redwing

Dick - robin

(Damian was never Robin bc that name was originally dick’s, it’s what his parent would call him, so I don’t think they’ll use Robin if Dick was never the first robin)

(Bruce used batkid bc he’s so original)

Seph is spoiler, to batgirl back to spoiler

Cass is batgirl, to blackbat

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dairy-farmer · 1 year

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Tim is the perfect victim to Dick's grooming. He has absent parents, and later they both died. His introduction to the family was during one of the most difficult times. Bruce was harsh, too harsh towards Tim. Bruce and Tim are still learning how to navigate a healthier relationship than the one they first had. Jason and Damian tried to kill Tim multiple times. Alfred always stays silent. There's a reason why he maintains his position as a butler. He may be family to the Waynes but he will always remain at a distance so that he can continue being the loyal butler.

Tim was and always will be alone. At least until his big brother Dick comes to visit from Bludhaven. Dick is his only true ally. Dick is the one who cheers him up and cares for him. He is the only one who loves Tim. So he should pay Dick back, shouldn't he? Dick says he only wants to do it because he loves Tim. Dick is such a good big brother, it's only right that he fucks Tim's cunny and fill it up with Dick's babies. And Dick rejoices. At last, Tim is his.

Then Bruce dies. And Dick makes a mistake. He was too forceful. Years of grooming and getting to know Tim yet he forgot that Tim responds best when gently coaxed. In his defense, Dick had to shoulder a lot of problems since taking the mantle of Batman. The death of his father and mentor had Dick confronting the mortality of everyone in the family. If his dad can die, then so can Tim. And the incident the night before was proof of that. A rogue was so close. So close to harming his Tim. His baby bird. Then after being benched for only a day, Tim comes to him with tales of Bruce lost in a time stream. Tim was in danger. He was hurting himself. Then Damian had decided it was the best time to come out in the Robin uniform when he told Damian that he can only patrol after he has a talk with Tim. Dick didn't have any plans to start that very night. And now Tim is gone. He left Dick alone in Gotham.

He'll coax Tim back to him when he comes back. He has to come back. For now, Dick contents himself with imagining what he'll do to Tim when comes home. All his apologies and punishments.

That's all I have (⁠・⁠ω⁠・⁠). But I like to imagine Tim coming home either pregnant or no longer pregnant because he lost the baby. Any scenario is good for angst and I can't decide. But the pregnancy might mean gentler punishments and the loss meant harsher ones. The loss of pregnancy might mean a much more susceptible Tim but the alive baby might not because it means Tim was right and good enough to protect his baby.

!!!!!!!!!!!! dick is prime groomer matierial!!! he's well-liked, social, attractive, and tim already likes him. and tim- tim is already 45% groomed just as he is. the way he's isolated, the way there's no strong parental figure in his life, and the fact that dick is the only one in his corner. dick comforts tim and holds him after he's reprimanded by bruce, hurt by damian and jason, or burned by alfred's silence.

tim had to be eased into the touching, he had to understand that dick being able to fuck him makes him very happy and if tim wants to repay all of dick's kind words and late night comforts this was the way to do it. the trick of it is to make sure tim enjoys himself as well. if tim dislikes it, if it scares him, or hurts him then dick will have to try even harder the next time to convince him to let dick fuck into his little princess hole.

when tim gets pregnant dick is ecstatic because now tim will be connected to him forever!! even if tim hates him or leaves him like so many have before, dick will always have a leash to him through their baby that's half his.❤️❤️❤️❤️

#anonymous #asks #answered asks

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fandomgirlz01 · 1 year

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My Place In This World Pt. 1

Independence Day

Dick Grayson X Reader

Imagine on my fandom instagram?: No

Prompt?: No

Request?: No

Requested prompt?: No

Edited: Yes

Word count: 10,757

Ko-fi

Masterlist

Warnings here

You can listen to the story be read out loud here.

Post Date: December 4th, 2022

Post Time: 11:29 pm

Updated: October 26th 2023

Update Time: 10:55 pm

Summary: Growing up in Haly's circus and losing their parents in the same night makes the reader and Dick closer than anyone else. Together they go through life having one another's backs though every life change, even eventually becoming Robin and Blue Jay together. What happens when feelings have changed and slowly start to be revealed?

This series was inspired by @shadowsndaisies Daisy's story on her page is called Codename: Nightingale and I absolutely loved it to death, so I decided to try my hand at my own story line. Thank you so much for being a big inspiration to this series Daisy.

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Y/n’s Pov:

I stand off to the side of the practice ring in the bat cave as Dick and I circle one another. Dick lunches towards me and I quickly move to my left, making him fall to my feet. I quickly grab his arm and pull it behind his back as I sit on the small of his back.

“That’s not fair…” Dick whines from under me as he wiggles to try getting free and I giggle.

“It was too fair. I won fair and square. Tapping out yet?” I ask him and he grunts while shaking his head no.

“Really?” I ask as I pull his arm a little more and he groans out in pain.

“Fine! Fine! I tap!” he shouts as he taps the floor lightly.

Satisfied with his answer, I let his arm go and push up off of him. I start to walk over to my water bottle, but I get tackled from behind. With a groan, I roll over and look up at Dick, who’s smirking down at me.

“Hey. That was unfair. My back was turned,” I whine and he chuckles.

“If that was a villain, they wouldn’t care if your back was to them or not. Remember what Bruce says?” he explains before asking me and I roll my eyes.

“Never have your back to an enemy,” I quote and Dick nods proudly before getting off of me.

“Today’s the day,” Dick says in excitement and I smile at him as I get up.

“It is, wonderboy. Today we get to actually see the league's headquarters,” I agree with him, smiling as I think about the happy day we’re about to have and walk over to the bench to sit down.

“So what are you doing for the fourth tonight?” Dick asks as he picks up his water from beside me.

“Not much. Just hanging out here at home,” I inform with a shrug and his jaw drops.

“You're not doing anything? Nothing at all?” he asks in shock and I take a gulp of my water.

“Don’t know if you’ve noticed, D… but you, Kaldur and Wally are the only real friends I have,” I tell him and he shakes his head.

“What about that Tina or that John guy you were hanging out with at school?” he asks with a scowl on his face and I feel a blush rush up over my neck.

“You were right about him. He was an absolute asshat. He was only using our friendship. Plus, he got really mad when I told him I was into someone else,” I explain and he sighs, shaking his head.

“Jay, I’m so sorry. Should I go all Robin on him?” he asks and I smile softly.

“No Rob, I’ll be ok,” I promise him and he smiles.

“Of course. How could I not? You’ve been with me since birth. You were the only person who understood when I lost my parents,” he tells me with a frown and I nod at him.

“I’m thankful we had each other. When our parents both passed, I almost didn’t make it out, but you helped me with it. Thank you for always being there, D,” I softly explain to him and he grins at me.

“Thank you for always being there for me too,” he says with a small smile and I smile at him before pulling him into a hug.

“I’m glad you’re my best friend Jay,” he tells me and I smile with tears making way to my eyes.

“Thank you, D, I love you,” I reply as I pull him closer and close my eyes at the thought of being able to tell him that for real.

“I love you too, Jay. Hey. Me and Wally were gonna go out to celebrate the big day tonight. Wanna maybe-” he starts, but stops when the bat cave’s crime signal starts to go off, making us turn quickly.

Bruce slides down his fireman’s pole before rushing over to the bat computer. We walk over and he types a few things before video footage of what’s going on pops up and the other league members start to video chat in.

“Get into your gear. The ice family is at it again,” Bruce tells us, making me and Dick nod in affirmation before rushing off.

We both rush to our own suits before rushing into the changing rooms that Bruce had made sure was here for us after adopting us. I quickly change into my Blue Jay suit before putting my utility belt around my waist, my ear piece in my ear and then putting my boots on.

I quickly walk back into the main part of the cave to find Bruce back at the computer in his bat suit. I walk over and stand next to him just as Dick comes out and stands on his other side.

“We’ve got Mister Freeze. Arrow, can you and Speedy take on Icicle Junior?” Bruce asks and Oliver nods.

“That we can do, Bats,” Oliver replies and Batman nods.

“Ok. Aquaman and Aqualad, you take Killer Frost. Flash and Kid Flash, I’m assigning you to Captain Cold,” Bruce commands and they all nod before signing out to go take on their missions.

Bruce closes out our video feeds before rushing over to the Batmobile. Bruce gets in along with Dick who gets into the passenger side. I go over to my Blue Bike that matches my suit and get on.

I put my helmet on and my fingerless gloves before starting it up. Bruce rolls down his window and I look over at him.

“We’ll meet up there. If you get there before us, you wait for us, understand? We don’t need you going back to the hospital,” Bruce tells me and I roll my eyes.

“One time… I’m not going to sit back and just watch them be criminals, Bruce,” I reply venomously as I roll my eyes.

“Y/n, listen to him please. Just wait for us,” Dick practically begs and I huff, rolling my eyes.

“Whatever,” I reply before starting my bike up and driving off.

I drive to Gotham City park and park my bike with a roll of my eyes. I take my helmet off, keeping my gloves on as I slide off my bike. I put my helmet away before starting to walk towards where Mister Freeze is. I don’t care what they told me, I’m not just going to sit back and wait while people are getting hurt. I continue walking until a familiar voice pulls me back.

“Blue Jay, stop,” Dick demands as he gets out of the Batmobile and comes running over to me.

“Why must you insist on putting yourself in harm's way?” he asks almost desperately and I roll my eyes again.

“I’m not, Robin. I’m just doing my job. I don’t know if you’ve really noticed, but that’s our job. Throwing ourselves out there so civilians are safe,” I tell him harshly and he sighs.

“Maybe Bruce was right. Maybe he needs to take you out,” Dick comments and I whirl around to face him.

“What did you just say?” I ask through gritted teeth.

“Look, all I’m saying is that you need some time off. You seem out of character lately,” he tells me softly as he holds his hands up in surrender.

“No. I don’t need time off! What I need is my best friend’s support,” I growl angrily and he sighs.

“And you have it. I just don’t want to see you hurt again,” he explains in a shaky tone, refusing to look at me.

“Oh… I didn’t even think of it that way… I’m so sorry. I… I… I just can’t stand bullies. You know that,” I reply with a frown as I look at him.

“I know, I just need to know you’re safe. Please… I can’t lose you too,” he tells me in a choked tone and I shake my head.

“I know, D. I know. I promise I’ll start being more careful,” I tell him as I pull him into another hug.

“I’m glad you two made up, but we have work to do,” Bruce tells us as he looks out over the scene.

Me and Dick pull away from one another, but stay close. Bruce takes a moment to assess what needs to be done before turning to us.

“Ok. Here’s what we’re going to do…” Bruce starts off with the plan.

“Enjoying family time?” I hear Mister Freeze ask before he aims his freeze gun at a family who was enjoying their Fourth of July.

“My family has other plans,” he tells them menacingly before flying over them as others run from him.

I look at Dick and he smirks at me. He bounces his eyebrows at me before he drops down from the building we now stand on. Dick throws a batarang at Mister Freeze and it just hits him in the back, making him stumble forward a bit.

“Batman. I was wondering when…” Mister Freeze starts as he turns around, but he stops when Dick starts to laugh.

I shake my head and jump down after Dick. He lands on Mister Freeze’s dome before flipping as he pushes off of him. Mister Freeze turns just as we both land on the other side of him as we both throw our shurikens at him, causing his dome to crack.

“Oh, Wonderboy and Blue Jay. The bat sent you both to drag me off to prison? Frankly I’m underwhelmed,” Mister Freeze tells us as he slowly stands up.

“I’m coming in. Just give me a moment to fix this new set of cuffs we’re trying,” we both hear Bruce grunt over the coms and I roll my eyes.

“Great, but we’re kinda in a hurry here,” Dick replies with an annoyed eye roll.

“Kids… always in such a rush,” Mr. Freeze mocks as he smirks at us.

“Not talking to you,” Dick replies in a sing-songy tone and I have to hold back a giggle, making it come out as a chortle.

Mr. Freeze's eyes widen for a moment before turning around as Bruce finally drops in. Bruce flies in before throwing a punch as he lands, completely breaking Mr. Freeze’s dome. Once he’s down on the ground, Bruce cuffs him before handing him off to the officers.

“You know, you two could have handled him without me,” Bruce comments as he turns to us and chuckles when Dick rolls his eyes.

“Yes, but we work so much faster and more efficiently when you're with us,” Dick argues and Bruce looks at me.

“You two distract one another, that’s why,” Bruce accuses and I give him a shocked look.

“Umm, excuse me! I’m pretty efficient on my own. It’s not my fault Rob gets distracted. Especially when he goes off on his own with that disappearing laugh he does,” I argue back and Bruce chuckles as he smiles.

“I must admit, dear boy, that is really infuriating,” Bruce gruffly agrees with me and Dick scoffs.

“Whatever. Jay got distracted by a squirrel the other day!” Dick argues again and I huff, shaking my head.

“It was hurt. What was I supposed to do! Leave it to die?!” I fight back and Bruce just chuckles as he crosses his arms.

“As much as I’m enjoying your little fight, don't we all have plans?” Bruce asks with a light smirk and I roll my eyes.

“Yes we do. Can we get going now?” Dick groans and I giggle.

“You're the one that started it. You know I’ll fight back anytime,” I inform and he rolls his eyes behind his mask.

“Oh, don’t I. Can’t say I don’t admire it really,” Dick tells me and I grin at him.

“Thank you, Rob. That’s really sweet,” I tell him in a flattered tone before he gives me a soft smile and a small nod.

“Ok you two, let’s go,” Bruce demands as he shakes his head. “Your connection continues to amaze me,” he tells us as we all start walking back to our vehicles.

“Why’s that, Bats?” Dick asks and Bruce shakes his head.

“Because you guys always have one another’s backs, even when fighting. It’s not always like that,” Bruce explains as he opens the driver's side door to the Batmobile.

“It’s just always kinda been easy to stick together,” I reply with a shrug as I grab my helmet.

“Well, not many people really stick together. It’s nice to see you two together. You always have smiles on when even just in the vicinity of one another. It’s cute,” Bruce tells us as I put my helmet on before turning and raising an eyebrow at Dick.

“Thanks, Bruce. What?” Dick replies to Bruce before turning to me.

“You gonna ride with me or Bruce?” I ask him and he slowly starts to grin.

“Now you want me to ride with you. Earlier you just took off,” Dick jokes, making me shrug as I get on my bike and lean back, crossing my arms.

“Earlier I was mad. Now I want my best friend to ride with me,” I explain in an even tone as I hold back a giggle at his reaction.

“Oh! So now I’m supposed to just ride with you when you want I guess,” he playfully jokes back and I giggle.

“That’s the way it works, my dude,” I reply and he snorts, shaking his head.

“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll go with Bruce,” he teases and I frown.

“You don’t wanna go with me? On the big day?” I pout and playfully bat my eyes at him and he groans.

“How can I say no to the pout face?” he asks and Bruce chuckles.

“You can’t, son. Never have been able to,” Bruce tells him in a form of amusement and Dick groans again.

“Ok. Ok. I’ll come with you. Whatever the Queen wants, she gets,” he finally agrees and I grin as I pat the seat behind me.

“Well…” I ask him with a raised eyebrow and he shrugs.

“Well, what?” he asks me and I giggle.

“You comin’ or not? We kinda have somewhere to be…” I tell him and he chuckles as he comes over to me.

“Let me drive,” Dick tells me and I shake my head.

“No way, my dad suspended my motorcycle license,” I reply with a giggle and Dick makes a noise of shock.

“He didn’t suspend it!” Dick fights back and I bite my lip.

“I’m pretty sure he did, wonderboy,” I tell him and he shakes his head.

“That I did,” Bruce jumps in and I giggle when Dick looks defeated.

“I’ll drive, don't worry. We’ll be ok. I’ve driven this many times before,” I promise Dick and he shakes his head.

“Yeah. The law would go crazy knowing good ol’ dad lets his thirteen year old drive. Fine, you can drive, but when I get my license back, I’ll be the one driving,” Dick replies and I grin, nodding.

“They really would, wouldn’t they? I’d expect nothing less,” I tell him with a soft smile and Bruce shakes his head with a shrug.

“I’ve got money and influence so it works. Helmet’s in the back, Dick,” Bruce brags a bit and Dick groans.

“You know I really hate when you go all dad mode on me,” Dick tells him as he goes and grabs his helmet from the Batmobile.

“Maybe wear a helmet and I won’t have to,” Bruce tells him and I hold back a giggle.

“Ok. I’ll see you guys at the hall of justice?” Bruce asks us and I smile over at him.

“Yup. See ya there!” I agree with him before he drives off.

“Let’s go, you big sap,” I joke and Dick puts his helmet on before getting behind me on my bike.

Once I’m sure he’s holding on and ready to go, I start my bike up and drive to the hall of justice. When we finally make it, I park the bike with the rest of the league’s vehicles before turning my engine off.

Dick gets off the bike first, taking his helmet off and looks up at the building in awe. I smile softly as butterflies swarm my stomach and I have to stop myself from loving how excited Dick is. I get off my bike and take the helmet off before putting it back in its compartment. Dick quickly rushes over and meets Bruce at the Batmobile.

He puts his helmet back where he got it from before standing up straight and walking with Bruce. I easily catch up with both of them and before we know it, we’re meeting up with the other young superheroes who stand with their respective hero mentors.

“Today is the day,” Bruce tells us as he looks down at me and Dick, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Welcome to the hall of justice,” Green Arrow speaks up next.

“The headquarters of the Justice League,” Aquaman says and I look at Dick with a huge smile.

“Oh man!” Is heard, making us all turn to look as Flash and Kid Flash zoom up.

“I knew we’d be the last ones here!” Wally shouts out as he comes to a stop and crosses his arms.

“How are they always the last ones when they’re the fastest…?” Dick whispers to me and I snort before holding a hand over my mouth to cover my laughter.

“Honestly, I don’t know. Must mean they take longer capturing their bad guys. They really should be more efficient, shouldn’t they, D?” I ask him as I lean on his shoulder.

“Yeah. They really should. Like we are!” Dick agrees and I grin.

“We are pretty efficient, aren’t we? Ehh, it’s only because I have you. If I was working with anyone else, I wouldn’t be,” I tell him and he chuckles, shaking his head.

“Same goes for you, Jay. Anyone else and you wouldn’t get a lick of efficiency out of me,” Dick jokes and I giggle again before we hear a sound like someone gagging.

“You guys are so disgusting. You know that?” Wally asks as he walks up next to us.

“Oh we definitely do, but it makes it fun to gross you out,” I joke with Wally, sticking my tongue out at him.

“Oh, so you do it to spite me?” Wally asks as we all start to walk towards the entrance of the hall of justice.

“We most definitely do it to make you underwhelmed,” Dick tells him with a smirk and Wally gives us a shocked look.

“That’s just-” Wally starts, but stops as we walk past all the press, who start shouting questions.

“Is that Batman?!” a man to the left of us asks and Dick lets out a chortle as we smirk at each other.

“Oh my goodness,” a woman to the right of us exclaims.

“I see Flash and Flash Jr.!” a kid from the left shouts as he points over the rope.

“His name’s speedy. Duh,” the kid next to the other kid explains in a sassy tone.

“No, Speedy’s Green Arrow’s sidekick,” an older man argues with the kids.

“Well, that makes no sense,” another man replies.

“Ready to see the inner sanctum?” Green Arrow asks as he leans forward just a bit so Roy can hear him.

“Born that way,” Roy replies, making me and Dick look at each other again with big smiles.

“I’m glad we’re all here,” Kaldur comments as he smiles at me when I look at him.

“Have all five sidekicks ever been in the same place at the same time?” Wally asks as he looks at me and Dick.

“No. I think-” I start, but stop when I get cut off.

“Don’t! Call us sidekicks. Not after today…” Roy berates Wally and I frown a bit, but I feel a hand grab mine and squeeze.

I look up and see Dick smiling at me, so I give him a small smile back as I squeeze his hand back. We keep our hands together as we continue to walk, not caring how it looks.

“Sorry. First time at the hall. I’m a little overwhelmed,” Wally apologizes and Dick rolls his eyes.

“You’re overwhelmed and underwhelmed. Freeze was underwhelmed. Why isn’t anyone ever just whelmed?” Dick asks his famous question that makes me giggle before hugging his arm closer.

“Rob, I’m whelmed most of the time, am I not?” I ask him and he smiles.

“You're an exception, sweetheart,” Dick tells me and there’s another sound of someone gagging.

“Gross. Can you two not be all coupley the whole time, please?!” Wally whines and I pull back to look at him with a grin.

“Nope!” I tell Wally and he groans, shaking his head as Dick and I laugh.

Finally after what feels like a long walk, we make it to the front of the hall of justice and look up at all the statues. As we walk, I poke Dick before pointing up at Wonder Woman, who I’ve admired for years. Dick nods, smiling at me.

“Oh, maybe that’s why,” Dick comments as we come to a stop just under the statues at the door.

The door slides open and we see Red Tornado and Martian Manhunter standing just inside. They walk out and come to a stop just a few feet from us.

“Robin, Speedy, Aqualad, Kid Flash, Blue Jay. Welcome,” Martian Manhunter greets us before turning around and starting to walk back into the hall.

“You now have unlimited access to the gym, our fully stocked galley, and of course, our library,” Martian Manhunter explains as we continue to walk through the hall.

“Make yourselves at home,” Flash tells us as he turns around and holds his arms out.

The league walks over to the side to circle up and Wally plops down in one of the chairs. Dick does the same and Kaldur sits lightly on the one across from us. Dick pulls me down onto his lap and I giggle as Wally makes another gagging sound.

“Oh, shut up,” I tell him as I roll my eyes.

“Quick debrief to discuss the coincidence of four ice villains attacking on the same day,” Bruce speaks up, getting our attention.

“We shouldn’t be long,” Bruce promises before he turns around and starts to walk towards another door.

“Recognized. Batman, 02,” the scanner, much like we have in the bat cave, speaks as it comes out from the ceiling and scans Bruce.

“Aquaman, 06,” the automatic woman’s voice speaks as she scans Aquaman next.

“Flash, 04,” the voice continues as she scans Flash.

“Green arrow, 08,” she continues on again.

“Martian manhunter, 07,” the voice calls out.

“Red Tornado, 16,” the voice finishes off and there’s a hiss as the doors slide open.

“That’s it?!” Speedy suddenly yells out, making me jump before he walks over to them.

“You promised us a real look inside. Not a glorified backstage pass,” Roy angrily tells them as he crosses his arms.

“It’s a first step. You’ve been granted access few others get,” Aquaman speaks up and we all watch as Roy gets even angrier.

“Oh, really? Who cares which side of the glass we’re on?” Roy asks as he throws his hand up to point to the window above where press and civilians can look in.

“Roy, you just need to be patient,” Green Arrow tells him as he steps up from where he previously was.

“What I need is respect,” Roy argues before turning back to us.

“They’re treating us like kids. Worse, like sidekicks. We deserve better than this,” he tells us and pauses as he waits for us to agree.

I look at Dick and he looks at me before looking at Wally, who looks at Dick, then at me before we all turn to look at Kaldur. It’s like for a moment we all try to decide if he’s right or not, but we just stay quiet as we look back at him.

“You're kidding, right? You’re playing their game? Why? Today was supposed to be the day. Step one of becoming full fledged members of the league,” Roy angrily asks us and again we all look between one another.

“Well, sure, but I thought step one was a tour of the HQ,” Wally says what we’re all thinking as he looks at all of us before looking at Roy again and sitting up.

“Except the hall isn’t the league’s real HQ. I bet they never told you, it’s just a false front for tourists and a pit stop for catching zata-beam teleporter tubes to the real thing, an orbiting satellite called the watchtower,” Roy explains to us and all of our eyes widen as Green Arrow turns to look at Bruce.

“I know. I know, but I thought maybe we could make an exception,” Green Arrow explains with a shrug as Bruce gives him a silent stare.

“Or not…” Green Arrow says when nobody gives him an answer before turning back around to us.

“You are not helping your case here, son. Stand down or-” Aquaman starts as he walks forward to be closer to Roy.

“Or what? You’ll send me to my room?” Roy cuts him off. “And I’m not your son. I’m not even his. I thought I was his partner, but not anymore.” Roy takes his hat off and throws it to the ground.

We all watch with wide eyes as he turns around and starts to walk away from the league members. He heads towards the door, but slows down just a bit as he gets to us.

“Guess they’re right about you four. Didn’t expect it from you, Jay…” he tells us as he walks past us and we all quickly stand up.

My eyes start to water as one of my many brother figures walks past me. He continues to walk and we all just watch, not knowing what to say.

“You're not ready…” he adds as he keeps his back turned to us.

My eyes continue to water as I watch him walk away from us. It’s only a moment later when I feel a hand on my shoulder, pulling me out of the trance I don’t even realize I’m in. Roy finally fully walks out and it’s quiet for a minute before the sound of an incoming transmission can be heard, making us all turn to the screen.

“Superman to Justice League, there’s been an explosion at project Cadmus. It’s on fire,” Superman explains when he pops up on the screen and the rest of the League walk over to the screen.

“I’ve had my suspicions about Cadmus. This may present the perfect opportunity to-” Bruce starts, but gets cut off as another transmission comes in.

“Zatara to Justice League, the sorcerer, Wotan is using the amulet of Attan to block out the sun. Requesting full League response,” Zatara says as he pops up on the screen.

“Superman?” Bruce questions as he looks at Superman.

“It’s a small fire. Local authorities have it under control,” Superman replies in a matter of fact tone.

“Then Cadmus can wait,” Bruce agrees with Superman.

“All Leaguers rendezvous at Zatara’s coordinates. Batman out,” Bruce tells them all as he pushes a button that lets the rest of the league in on the plan.

We all walk over to them just as he signs off and he turns around. He comes closer as all the other heroes start to head out.

“Stay put,” he commands and I cross my arms.

“What? Why?” Dick throws up his hands in confusion.

“This is a league mission,” Aquaman tells us as he puts his hands on his hips.

“You’re not trained,” Flash explains as he too puts his hands on his hips.

“Since when?” Wally asks, throwing his hands up as well.

“I meant you're not trained to work as part of this team,” Flash explains as he steps out from behind Bruce and motions to the other heroes.

“There will be other missions, when you’re ready,” Aquaman promises and we roll our eyes.

“But for now, stay put,” Bruce finishes off as he looks at me and Dick with a stern look we both know too well.

They walk off and Wally crosses his arms as we watch. I still have my arms crossed too and an angry scowl on my face.

“Glad you didn’t bring you know who?” Green Arrow asks Martian Manhunter.

“Indeed,” Martian Manhunter replies before they too start to walk off.

They all walk through the door and Red Tornado stands just in front of the door, looking at us. After all the other heroes are fully through the door, he turns and follows them. The door closes behind him leaving us with the ‘Justice League members only’ sign.

“Uh, when we’re ready? How are we ever supposed to be ready when they treat us like, like sidekicks?” Wally asks angrily, throwing his hands up as he moves to look at the rest of us.

“My mentor, my king, I thought he trusted me,” Kaldur speaks in a solemn tone.

“Trust? They don’t even trust us with the basics. They’ve got a secret HQ in space,” Wally exclaims as he motions upwards.

“What else aren’t they telling us?” Kaldur questions and Dick sighs.

“I have a better question. Why didn’t we leave with Speedy?” Dick asks and my eyes only water more at the mention of him as the others look down in shame.

“Jay. You ok? You haven’t spoken much,” Dick observes as he looks at me.

“No. Speedy really hit a sore spot. You know how close we are with our anger issues… I mean him more than me, but ya know,” I mutter out and Dick sighs before pulling me into his side.

“I do know. I do,” Dick whispers to me and I cuddle into his side.

It stays quiet for a moment as we all feel the shame and pain. I straighten up as Kaldur seems to get an idea and he takes a moment to think it over.

“What is… project Cadmus?” Kaldur asks and Dick looks up at him.

“I don’t know, but I can find out,” Dick replies and I look at him as we both smirk.

Y/n’s Pov:

Together Dick and I walk over to the big computer on the wall. Dick starts to do exactly what we were taught since we were eight: hacking. He quickly hacks into the computer and while he looks for any answers, Kaldur walks up with Wally.

Kaldur stops on Dick’s left and Wally stops on my right. Dick tries the first time and gets ‘access denied’ from the female computerized voice we all know so well. Dick just chuckles and tries again.

“Wanna bet?” he asks before trying again.

“Whoa! How are you doing that?” Wally asks and I giggle.

“Same system as the Batcave,” Dick replies in a cocky sing-songy tone, making me giggle again.

“Not to mention we’ve learned how to hack since we were eight, Wall,” I tell him and his eyes widen as he looks at me.

“Wait? Really?” he asks and we nod.

Dick types for another second before hitting one last button. The screen then changes from ‘access denied’ to ‘access granted’ and the files start to open as the female computerized voice speaks again.

“See. We know what we’re doing,” I tell Wally with a smirk as his mouth falls open.

“Walls, close the mouth. You're going to catch flies,” I tell him, making both Kaldur and Dick chuckle when Wally crosses his arms.

“Mean…” Wally mutters and I giggle.

“Alright project Cadmus, genetics lab here in DC. That’s all there is, but if Batman’s suspicious maybe we should investigate,” Dick explains with a smirk as he puts his hands on his hips.

“We really should. Bats always is right whenever he’s suspicious about something,” I add with a nod of my head.

“Solve their case before they do. It would be poetic justice,” Kaldur comments as he tilts his head ever so slightly to his right.

“Hey. They’re all about justice,” Dick adds with a chuckle and Kaldur sighs.

“But they said stay put,” Kaldur points out, looking away in shame for a moment.

“For the blotting-out-the-sun mission, not this,” Dick excuses with a smirk and I smirk with him.

“Wait. A—are you two going to Cadmus?” Wally asks, making me and Dick turn to him.

“Because if you two are going, I’m going,” Wally adds on as he points to us before motioning to himself with both hands.

We then turn to Kaldur and smile at him. He takes a moment to think about it as he looks at us.

“Just like that, we’re a team on a mission?” Kaldur asks and we all grin at him even wider.

“We didn’t come for a play date,” Dick tells him and Kaldur smirks.

“Let’s go then,” Kaldur agrees, making the rest of us cheer.

~Time Skip~

When we approach the scene, Dick and I arrive on my motorcycle as Wally runs up next to us. Kaldur also comes walking up next to us.

“Man, I miss my motorcycle,” Dick complains as we both take off our helmets and I giggle.

“Then tell Bats you wanna take the test again and get your license back,” I tell him as I shove him lightly and he shakes his head.

“Definitely doing that when we get home,” Dick replies and I playfully put a hand to my chest, giving a light gasp.

“Are you saying you don’t like riding with me?” I ask him in a playful hurt tone.

“It’s not that, Jay. You know I love it, but it’s more that I miss the freedom and control,” he tells me and I nod in understanding.

“I mean I’d be pretty sad without mine,” I agree with him and he smiles at me.

“Thanks, Jay. You always understand,” he says before pulling me into a hug.

“Can you two stop acting like a couple for two minutes?!” Wally asks before making a gag noise and I tsk before whacking him on the back of the head, making him let out a light ‘Ow’ as he rubs where I’d smacked.

“You know we’re not a couple, Wall,” I scold him and he scoffs.

“Yeah, right. I’ll believe it when you-” he starts but by some magic I catch onto what he’s saying and glare at him.��

“You know what, never mind,” he chuckles out nervously as I keep my glare on him.

“Woah, Jay, don’t kill him with the glare,” Dick comments as he stands in front of me.

“I wish you’d let me…” I tell him with my teeth clenched.

“No, you don’t. You love KF,” he tells me with a shake of his head and I huff.

“Love is a strong word sometimes,” I say with a roll of my eyes.

“Love you too, Jay,” Wally jokes with a nervous chuckle and I shake my head at him.

“We need a plan,” Kaldur says, interrupting us as he looks over the situation.

“Help!” We hear a man yell from inside the building.

“Get us down!” Another yells as they wave at the firemen.

“Stay put. We will get you out,” the chief firefighter tells them through a megaphone.

Just as he finishes his sentence, an explosion goes off. The two men go flying out of the window and they fall to the concrete. Wally smirks with confidence before putting his goggles on and racing off.

He runs over and up the building, catching the two men and carefully placing them on the roof before almost falling backwards. He catches himself on a window and hangs there for a moment.

“It’s what’s his name, Flash boy,” one of the firefighters yells out as he points up at Wally.

“Kid Flash. Why is that so hard?” Wally shouts as he continues to hold onto the window.

“So smooth…” Dick jokes and I giggle.

“I mean, he really is,” I joke with him and he chuckles.

“Does he always have to run ahead? We need a plan. We-” Kaldur asks before trailing off as he looks past me.

“Robin? Where’d he go?” Kaldur asks me and I shrug, shaking my head.

“Rob always disa—” I start, but get cut off by one of Dick’s famous laughs.

Together Kaldur and I watch as Dick gets up onto the fire truck and runs up the ladder. He then uses his grappling gun and swings into the building. He then helps Wally up and into the building as well.

“That’s infuriating. Does Robin always do that?” Kaldur asks me and I nod.

“It really is, isn’t it? But yeah, he does. Don’t worry, Bats and I are working with him on that,” I tell him and he nods as he turns back to watch.

“You comin’, Jay?!” Dick shouts and I giggle before running the same route as Dick.

Once I’m on the windowsill, Dick comes over and gives me a hand. I smile and take his hand as I hop down into the room with them.

“I’m going to start hacking the computers. Jay, wanna help?” Dick asks and I shake my head.

“Nah, I’ll watch your six,” I tell him and he agrees with a nod.

“I’ll take a few laps around the building to see what I can find,” Wally tells us as Dick finds a computer and I watch his surroundings.

“Appreciate the help,” Kaldur tells us as he lands in the room and puts his water bearers on his back.

“You handled it. Besides, we're here to investigate. Poetic justice, remember?” Dick asks, shrugging as he continues to type on the computer.

Kaldur looks at me with a raised eyebrow and I shrug before looking around. Kaldur walks out of the room as Dick keeps typing away and I keep watch over Dick’s back. I turn around just as Dick seems to be finishing up.

“Done yet, Wonderboy?” I ask him and he shrugs.

“Just about, miss impatient,” Dick replies as he keeps typing and I giggle, shaking my head.

“Ok. Done!” Dick exclaims as he pulls his drive from the computer. “Let’s go,” he tells me and I nod as we both rush out of the room.

“Elevators should be locked down,” Wally observes as me and Dick rush past him.

“This is wrong,” Dick comments as he pulls his holographic computer up on his arm.

“Is this what I think it is, Rob?” I ask him and he hums, nodding.

“Thought so. This is a high speed express elevator,” Dick explains and I nod along.

“It definitely doesn’t belong in a two-story building,” I reply and he hums in agreement as he continues to look at his holo computer.

“Neither does what I saw,” Kaldur comments before he walks over to the elevator and pries the doors open.

“And that’s why they need an express elevator,” Dick observes as we look down the long elevator shaft.

He then grabs me and pulls me with him as he takes a jump. He holds out his grappling gun and shoots it so we go propelling down.

“I have my own grappling gun, I could have done it myself,” I express and he shakes his head as he lets out one of his famous laughs.

“This way is more fun though,” he replies and I roll my eyes, letting out a laugh as well.

“Ok. Whatever you say,” I agree with him and he grins at me.

As we get farther down, I look up to see Kaldur and Wally sliding down the wire after us. We rush past each floor before coming to a slow stop on level 26.

“We’re at the end of my rope,” Dick comments as we hang there for a moment.

“We really are…” I suggest and he chuckles, shaking his head before swinging us to the side of the shaft.

“That was so wrong!” Wally shouts as he comes down the rope after Kaldur.

“What! You know me! When I see an opportunity, I take it,” I admit and he makes a gagging sound.

“You only make those sounds because any kind of love is gross for you,” I point out and he scoffs as I cross my arms.

“Yeah, because I don’t need someone to make me happy. I do that on my own,” he fights back and I let out a huff of air.

“Ok. Ok. You two, stop it. We don’t have time for arguments,” Dick tells both of us and I sigh, uncrossing my arms.

“You're right. I’m sorry, KF,” I apologize and Wally softly smiles.

“It’s ok, Jay. I’m sorry too. You're only being you,” he apologizes too and I smile.

“Ok. Now that that’s over with,” Dick comments as he plops down and pulls his holo computer back up.

“Bypassing security…” he explains as he types and it takes him a moment.

“There. Go,” he tells us just as all the robin faces on his screen turn green with a beep.

“Dude, is your face really your load bar?” Wally asks in amusement and Dick nods.

“Hey. It’s not that weird. Jay’s is her face!” Dick tells him and Wally breaks out into a huge grin.

“That’s cheesy, dude,” Wally says and I groan.

“It’s just the right amount of cheese though,” Dick replies, wiggling his eyebrows and I snort as I hold back a giggle.

“I mean, he’s not wrong,” I tell Wally with a smirk and he shakes his head.

“Ok. That is enough. We are here for a mission. Not to joke around,” Kaldur tells us before he steps up to the elevator doors.

Kaldur pries the second set of elevator doors open and we walk through. After crossing the threshold, we all stop and look around.

“Welcome to project Cadmus,” Dick introduces like he would if we were meeting someone.

Wally takes off running and Kaldur quickly turns to reach out like he’ll stop him.

“Kid, wait!” Kaldur quietly exclaims, but Wally doesn’t listen and keeps going.

Wally skids just as he’s about to turn the corner and stumbles right into some giant dog-looking animals. He comes to a sliding stop and one of the dog-like creatures almost steps on him, but he rolls out of the way just in time. A whole bunch of them walk past as if in a trance, not even really noticing us.

Wally quickly zooms back next to us and we all watch as the creatures all walk past us. The one in the front growls and it seems that there’s a smaller matching creature on its head.

“No. Nothing odd going on here,” Kaldur sarcastically comments as we continue to watch more pass us by.

“Let's keep going…” Dick decides just as all the dog-like creatures pass us by.

“I’m game,” Wally agrees with him and Dick looks at me.

“If you’re going, you know I am,” I say with a nod.

“Ok. Let’s go to that door,” Dick points at it and we all nod before walking over. “Give me a minute to hack it,” he tells us as he pulls up his computer again.

“Why are you doing all the hacking if Jay knows how to hack too?” Wally asks and I click my tongue on the roof of my mouth as Dick laughs.

“Ask her,” Dick tells him through his laughs as I glare at him.

“Why is he doing all the hacking?” Wally asks as he looks at me.

“I may or may not have broken my holo pad computer yesterday…” I mumble and Dick chuckles.

“And how did you do that, hmm?” Dick asks in a playful tone that makes me glare at him again.

“I fell out of my bed with it…” I mumble as quietly as I can.

“Almost got it…” Dick tells us as he keeps typing.

“How’d you fall outta bed with it?” Wally asks and I sigh, shaking my head.

“Does it really matter?” I ask with a roll of my eyes.

“Yes,” Kaldur and Wally say in unison.

“Fine… I was watching my favorite movie on it, because I didn’t wanna move from my bed to go watch in the den… and then boom! Someone decides it’d be funny to scare me…” I tell them as I side eye Dick and he smirks cockily.

“I’m not 100% the best when I get scared when I’m just relaxing. When I’m home, I let all my guards down, and Dick saw an opportunity and took it. He scared me, made me jump and I fell off my bed, breaking the arm band…” I explain and Kaldur raises an eyebrow at me.

“So it really wasn’t your fault then?” he asks and I sigh, shaking my head.

“In a way, yes and no. I should’ve still had my guard up and I should’ve had my gear in my room. Bats is always telling us that,” I explain just as the doors slide open.

“Okay, I’m officially whelmed…” Dick comments as we see what’s behind the door.

We walk in and see what looks like more of the creatures from earlier, except these ones have electricity flowing through them. We walk farther in and inspect as we go.

“This is how they hide this massive underground facility from the world,” Wally explains as he walks in front of us while looking around.

“The real Cadmus isn’t on the grid. It generates its own power with these… things. Must be what they’re bred for,” Wally continues as he turns to us and points at them.

“Even the name is a clue. The Cadmus of myth created a new race by sowing dragon’s teeth into the earth,” Kaldur takes over explaining his thoughts.

“And this Cadmus creates new life too,” Dick adds on as he walks up next to Kaldur.

“Let’s figure out why,” Dick decides before going over to the computer and connecting his holo computer to it.

“So if you still had yours, what’d you call it?” Wally asks as he looks at me.

“Holo pad computer,” I inform him and he nods.

“So if you had that, you could hack things too? I’ve been on missions with you. I’ve only ever seen Rob hack,” Wally states and I giggle while Dick laughs too.

“Oh, I’ve done it. You just haven’t seen it. Also when we’re all together, Rob prefers to do the hacking and I prefer to watch his back. He’s just a little more advanced than I am,” I inform Wally, who nods along.

“But to answer your question, yes KF, I can. When my new holo pad comes in, I’ll show you by hacking your phone,” I joke and he crosses his arms.

“You better not hack my phone. That’s a violation of privacy…” Wally replies with an attitude and I giggle.

“I’m joking KF, I’d only do that to Rob…” I joke again and Dick quickly turns to me.

“Tell me you don’t do that,” he deadpans and I slowly grin.

“I don’t know, you tell me. Do I?” I ask with a smirk and he groans.

“Don’t do that! I thought you were serious,” he tells me before he goes back to the computer.

“Do you have something you're trying to hide? I thought we told each other everything?” I ask him in a sickly sweet tone and he quickly shakes his head.

“No. I do tell you everything, but ya know, sometimes there may be some surprises I keep from you,” he explains and I grin.

“So you are hiding something,” I say while smiling at him.

“No, I’m not. Plus, you’d know if I was… you always figure it out if I do try to anyway,” he explains with a shrug and I giggle.

“Ok. Whatever you say, Wonderboy,” I continue to joke with him and he shakes his head.

“Ok. So they call them Genomophs,” Dick explains as he finally finds what he’s looking for.

“Whoa, look at the stats on these things. Super strength, telepathy, razor claws. These are living weapons,” Dick continues to read them off as I read over his shoulder.

“They’re engineering an army, but for who?” Wally asks as he too reads from over Dick’s side.

“Wait. There’s something else. Project Kr,” Dick explains as he finds more and Kaldur comes up beside me to look over it too.

“Ugh, the file’s triple-encrypted. I can’t-” Dick starts to say, but gets cut off with a voice.

“Don’t move!” we hear someone yell, making us all turn to look at the doors as they open.

A man runs in with a bunch of the dog-like animals and comes to a stop. Two or three of the creatures growl and sneer at us.

“Wait. Robin, Blue Jay, Aqualad, Kid Flash?” The man questions when he recognizes us.

“At least he got your name right,” Dick snickers at Wally as he turns back to his holo computer.

“Yeah. He coulda called you flash boy like that other guy did,” I agree with Dick, who laughs while I giggle when Wally sneers at us.

“I know you. Guardian, a hero,” Kaldur tells the man.

“I do my best,” the man replies in a nonchalant way.

“Then what are you doing here?” Wally asks him as we all stand around Dick as protection.

“I’m chief of security. You’re trespassing. But we can call the league, figure this out,” he explains in a gruff tone and I shrink back a bit.

“You think the league’s gonna approve of you breeding weapons?” Wally accuses him and he looks shocked for a moment.

“Weapons? What are you…” Guardian asks in confusion before the creature on his shoulder turns to him as its horns light up.

“What have I…” Guardian asks before trailing off. “Ugh, my head…” Guardian mumbles out as he holds his head.

“Take them down hard. No mercy,” he suddenly demands as he points at us and the creatures growl as they launch at us.

“Jay. Come on,” Dick tells me as he grabs me like he had in the elevator shaft and shoots his grappling gun.

Wally and Kaldur stay on the ground fighting as me and Dick get up into the rafters. He starts to run out and I roll my eyes before following after him. He quickly jumps down and heads for the door with me right behind him.

“What are we doing?!” I ask him as we run.

“Finding the elevator!” Dick tells me as he takes a sharp right and I follow him.

We come up to the elevator and he pulls his holo pad back out as he crouches down. He types and I keep a watch over the hallway as Wally quickly comes around the corner.

“Way to be team players, you two!” Wally shouts as he comes to a stop next to us and Kaldur stays at the end of the hall.

“Weren’t you guys behind us?” Dick asks nonchalantly with a small shrug as he continues to type.

“Hey. I didn’t have a choice, he pulled me with him,” I argue just as the doors open.

We get in and Kaldur quickly rushes through the hall to us. He gets into the elevator as the creatures come racing around the corner. He flips and lands into the elevator just as the doors close.

There’s a bang at the doors as we all stand up and we look up at the flashing numbers. The numbers count down one by one.

“We’re headed down?” Kaldur asks in an astonished tone.

“Dude. Out is up,” Wally agrees with Kaldur as he points up and he looks at me, making me shrug at him.

“I know just about as much as you do,” I tell him as I hold my hands up in surrender and Wally looks back at Dick with an expectant look, who then turns to him.

“Excuse me? Project Kr. It’s down on sub-level 52,” Dick explains his plan matter-of-factly, making me cover up a giggle.

“This is out of control, perhaps…” Kaldur disappointedly comments as he puts a hand to his forehead and walks past us before trailing off.

“Perhaps we should contact the league,” Kaldur finishes as he turns back to us.

We all stay silent, not wanting to agree with him for a moment before the elevator dings. The doors open and we all step up, ready to exit as they do. We all look out into what seems to be a cave of red for a moment before Dick rushes off.

I sigh, shaking my head before rolling my eyes. I look at Kaldur and Wally, who give me questioning looks. I shrug as nonchalantly as I can before rushing off to follow Dick.

“We are already here,” I hear Wally tell Kaldur before he follows us.

Together we all catch up with one another and crouch down, stopping to see two different hallways. Dick seems to be analyzing something for a moment.

“Which way?” Kaldur reluctantly asks with a roll of his eyes.

“Yeah… bizarre looking hallway one?” Dick says he points to hallway one.

“Or bizarre hallway number two?” I finish off for him and he turns, smirking at me and I smirk back.

“Halt!” A voice says out of nowhere as a creature walks out.

He lifts his arm and his horns on top of his head start to glow. Two canister-like things fly at us and dick quickly makes me duck as one almost hits us in the head. Dick quickly bounces back up as the canisters explode and throws two Wing Dings at the creature's head.

The creature's horns glow again and the Wing Dings stop just short of his face before dropping to the ground. The creature then lifts two more canisters and Dick grabs my arm as we run down the opposite hallway with the canisters exploding right behind us.

Wally runs faster than us and goes ahead of the group. We run in right behind him to see a doctor on the floor as Wally lifts one of the canisters and throws it between the door and wall to stop it from closing.

“Hurry!” Wally shouts as he turns back to us and waves frantically.

He goes into the door first, then Aqualad follows him in with me following behind him and Dick right behind me. Aqualad quickly runs back over and kicks the canister out of the doorway as Dick starts trying to hack into it.

“I disabled the door. We’re safe,” Dick promises as he pulls back from the hacking to look at Aqualad.

“We’re trapped,” Aqualad points out and I scoff.

“No. Safe. As Dick said…” I speak out and Dick smirks when Aqualad sighs while shaking his head.

“Uh, guys. You’ll wanna see this,” Wally speaks up instantaneously, stopping the starting fight as we all turn to him.

We all walk over as Wally presses a button and lights come on. Dick lets out a small ‘whoa’ as the case in front of us lights up, perfectly showing what looks like Superman.

“Big K, little R,” Wally comments as he walks closer the the case.

“The atomic symbol for Krypton!” Wally continues explaining what he’s seeing.

“Clone?” he asks as he turns around to look at us.

“Robin… hack,” Aqualad commands as he turns to me and Dick.

“Uh, right, right,” Dick agrees as he comes out of his shock.

He pulls his connection cord out and connects it to the computer in front of us. He types for a minute and he groans when it won’t open.

“Rob… you skipped a part,” I tell him and he shakes his head.

“Where would I be without you, Jay?” he asks, leaning over to give my cheek a light kiss and I shrug lightly before he tries the hack again.

“Still trying to hack into whatever’s on this computer,” I joke and Dick rolls his eyes giving a small ‘haha’ in response.

This time he bypasses it and Wally gives me a look. I shrug and he shakes his head.

“You two really are made for each other, aren’t you?” Wally asks with a snicker and I shake my head.

“I’m more meant for him then I'll ever be for you,” I joke with Wally about when we had met and he groans.

“I can’t help it. When I see a cute girl, I just have to shoot my shot, ok?!” Wally protests and I laugh as he crosses his arms with a pout.

“So that means flirting with every moving thing you see?” I ask, adding insult to injury and he huffs, shaking his head.

“Ouch. She’s got you there, KF,” Dick agrees with a laugh when Wally huffs again.

“I only flirt with the pretty moving things,” Wally states with attitude and I giggle, shaking my head.

“Only you, KF. Only you,” I comment with a laugh and he only huffs again as he tightens his crossed arms.

“Weapon designation superboy. A clone force grown in…” Dick reads off the monitor, but pauses and I read over his shoulder.

“Sixteen weeks?!” I shout out in shock with wide eyes.

“From DNA acquired from Superman,” Dick continues to read after me.

“Stolen from Superman,” Aqualad adds on, in a voice full of venom.

“No way the big guy knows about this,” Wally says and I nod my head in agreement.

“Solar suit allows him to absorb yellow sun radiation 24/7,” Dick reads off more information the more as he finds.

“And these creatures?” Aqualad starts to question as he points at the screen.

“Genomorph Gnomes…” Dick fills in for Aqualad as we all read over the information now.

“Telepathic, force-feeding him an education,” Dick explains even more information.

“And we can guess what else. They’re making a slave out of… well, Superman’s son,” Wally points out and I frown as I look up at him.

“Poor guy. He’s probably never been outside this case,” I sympathize and the others frown as we look up at him.

“Now we contact the league,” Aqualad tells us before he presses his belt buckle button.

“No signal,” Dick comments when Aqualad looks confused as to why it’s just silence though the com.

“We’re in too deep… literally,” Wally states and I roll my eyes.

“You’ve been waiting to say that, haven’t you?” I ask him with an unamused look and he smirks.

“What can I say? I’m full of good puns,” Wally says with a shrug and I chuckle.

“Good puns, my ass,” I joke with a roll of my eyes and Dick lets out his own laugh.

“You are not on her good side today, buddy,” Dick chuckles out and Wally frowns.

“What did I do?! I didn’t do anything to her today!” he exclaims and Dick shrugs.

“I don’t know, but whatever it was made her upset,” Dick replies before laughing again when Wally throws his hands in the air.

“This is wrong…” Wally comments as he turns back to the case.

“We can’t leave him like this,” Dick comments and Kaldur takes a moment to think it over.

“They’re right, K. We have to help him,” I comment and Kaldur eventually nods.

“Set him free…” Kaldur demands and Dick gives him a skeptical look.

“Do it,” Kaldur finally adds on and Dick finally brings up his holo computer before starting to hack in.

It takes Dick less than a second to type into it before the case starts to open. It slides open with a hiss and steam comes from the sides as we all watch. The case fully opens and we all wait with bated breath before the clone is squeezing his knuckles together, making a fist.

It stays quiet for a moment, but the creatures above the clone horns glow and there’s a light buzz. Soon I jump slightly into Dick's side as the clone's eyes fly open and he stares at us. Dick reaches out and helps me fix my stance before it’s thrown off again when the clone launches himself at us.

He knocks me out of the way, making me push Dick down with me, but he catches me with a small huff. Quickly we all scramble back up only to see the clone sitting on top of Aqualad, throwing punch after punch to his face.

“We have to stop him!” I shout as I jump into action and run over with the others right behind me.

“Whoa! Hang on, Supey!” Wally yells out as he grips onto one of the clone's arms.

“We’re on your side,” Dick also tries to tell him as he holds his other arm back.

I jump on his back and try to pull him off by the neck, but he throws Wally, who goes flying back into the glass. He then pulls me off and throws me to the left.

“Blue Jay!” Dick yells out as he takes a moment from struggling with the clone.

“I’m fine, Rob,” I groan as I roll onto my side and he nods lightly.

“I don’t wanna do this,” Dick shouts before he activates one of the many gas bombs we carry before shoving it into the clone’s face.

Dick pushes off of him as he goes crazy when the gas explodes in his face. Aqualad takes the chance and kicks the clone, making him fly back into the computer panel. Dick runs over to me and quickly helps me up before shooting out his taser just as the clone recovers, standing back up.

Dick hits him right in the chest with the taser, but it doesn’t seem to phase him at all. The clone then pulls at the taser lines and pulls Dick over to him. I get mad and rush over to try and help Dick, but the clone just flicks me away again, making me hit the wall.

I groan and roll over only to watch as he puts his foot on Dick’s chest so he can’t get up. He starts to push down with his foot and Dick groans. I try to get up, but my side screams at me to stop.

It’s only a moment later when there’s a bright light and I pause when I see Kaldur rushing forward with his water bearers.

“Enough!” Kaldur yells out as his water bearers turn into a big hammer and he knocks the clone off of Dick.

The clone goes flying back and hits the back of the case we’d found him in, leaving a big dent. Dick pulls himself up onto his knees and Kaldur puts his water bearers away before going over to help Dick. I roll onto my back and let out a sigh, but even that feels painful.

“Not me… check on Blue Jay…” I hear Dick speak and I groan lightly.

“I’m ok, Rob,” I assure him and Dick tries to get up before ultimately falling back to the floor himself.

I look down to see a piece of glass in my side. Then I realized that I had rolled through the glass Wally broke previously. I groan and carefully pull the piece of glass from my side before trying to get up, but ultimately fall back to the floor.

The clone gets up and I watch as Kaldur stands up. He shields Dick as he stands up and holds a hand out to the clone. The clone stops maybe about a foot from Kaldur.

“We are trying to help you!” Kaldur shouts out and the clone doesn’t seem to like it as he lunges forward at him.

They fight back and forth for a few minutes. Kaldur even tries to electrocute him again with his water bearers, but again it doesn’t seem to phase him. He leaps and slams Kaldur into the roof. When Kaldur still doesn’t stop, he slams him into the roof again and that’s when my vision starts to blur.

I groan and try to lift myself back up to stop him, but my vision goes almost completely black as I fall to the floor. The black edges around my vision slowly take over and I find myself succumbing to the darkness.

To Be Continued…

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