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moonlitceleste · 3 years

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Elevator Love (Ch. 2)

Chapter 1

So I know it’s been a while since I posted the first chapter, but I decided to give you guys a second as a Valentine’s Day surprise!

I’m really sorry for not updating earlier; besides hating the first chapter so much that I didn’t want to continue, I’ve been really busy with school and extracurriculars, the other WIPs and hobbies I have, and recently my mental health has made a steady plummet haha.

I simultaneously have a vague idea and also absolutely no idea where this fic will go, so we’ll see! Updates will probably be few and far between because besides all the factors mentioned earlier, I’m a really, really, slow writer

Also, I wrote the last chunk of this chapter 1AM last night, so sorry if it’s not coherent askjdhsj

Ages are as follows (it’s been so long since I wrote the first chapter that I forgot what I initially planned them to be so...)

Alfred: ∞ Bruce: 37 Babs: 30 Dick: 27 Cass: 22 Jason: 22 Duke: 20 Tim: 20 Marinette: 19 Damian: 13

Warning: some profanity/cursing ahead!

The heavy metal door to Bruce’s office knocked against the wall with a bang as Jason kicked it open with the toes of his worn black boots.

“What,” he grunted, not even waiting for the older to speak first.

Sure, maybe his unprovoked attitude was a little much, but Jason couldn’t help his annoyance.

Just hours before, he was preparing to settle into his favorite plush beanbag and read (well, reread) The Count of Monte Cristo. After a long week of crime-fighting, nothing sounded better than relaxing next to a crackling fire and getting lost in the pages of his favorite book.

But of course, as soon as he decided to unwind, his phone rang with the obnoxious tune of “Jingle Bells, Batman smells!”

Babs had installed the ringtone as a Christmas prank, reinforced with some advanced encryption she had come up with.

Jason could change it if he wanted to—he wasn’t stupid—but Babs was a tech whiz, and it would take more effort than he wanted to spend. Besides, he didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of seeing him struggle.

After the jingle abruptly breached his bubble of tranquility, Jason grudgingly picked up his phone.

He was immediately met with Bruce’s gruff voice and barely had time to process the words that filtered through before the triple beep that signified the end of the call sounded.

What the fuck?

Jason groaned in frustration and ran a hand through his black locks, ruffling the hair at the back of his head.

First Bruce called him without warning, demanded he meet him in his office, and proceeded to hang up without leaving him room to talk?

Fucking rude.

Why could he have just texted the very short request he had to Jason instead? That way he could just ignore it and pretend he didn’t see it.

It’s not like he had to oblige—he wasn’t a fucking lapdog, thank you very much—but if he didn’t, Bruce would come up with some inane punishment, like making him babysit Damian.

He didn’t hate the kid or anything, but Jason would rather not have to deal with a hormonal boy in the midst of puberty.

So he set down his book, threw on his leather jacket, and crusaded through the shitty Gotham streets on his motorcycle.

Wayne Enterprises was just as pristine as it was his last visit, with glossy gray-black floors and glass that stretched from ceiling to floor, so clean it sparkled.

Jason passed through easily enough, though not without being spared a few glances that varied from shock to suspicion.

The double-takes weren’t unexpected, what with his being the son of their boss and all, and the suspicious glances from those who didn’t recognize him weren’t exactly unwarranted.

He knew his leather-jacket, combat-boot wearing self looked laughably out-of-place compared to everyone else.

Jason ignored the looks, a habit that had quickly become second nature the moment he went from street kid to ‘street kid with a roof over his head.’

The elevator was thankfully vacant, and as the doors started to close, he shot a quick thanks to the universe that no one else had decided to get on.

Perhaps this was a mistake, because less than a second later he heard a high-pitched voice shout “Wait!”

Jason sighed disappointedly and pressed the button that would open the doors.

He might not have been in the mood for company, but he wasn’t an asshole.

...Okay, whatever. He wasn’t a total asshole.

The girl ran into the elevator after a short while, cheeks flushed from running.

As she stuttered out a thanks, Jason subtly observed her.

She looked a little young to be working at Wayne Enterprises, and her outfit looked much more “picnic date” than it did the formal attire most wore.

There were only a few around her age that worked at WE, none of which whose significant other would have an access card to the building (other than Tim, that is, but there was no way the Replacement had a girlfriend.)

Maybe she was a daughter of one of the employees, then.

The elevator space soon filled up with boxes, and they were forced to do an awkward shuffle to compensate.

A minute later, the girl was unceremoniously shoved into him.

The sweet smell of vanilla and strawberries—subtle yet perceptible—hit his nose, and Jason glanced down.

He could really only see the top of the girl’s head due to their proximity, but her body language screamed discomfort.

So he backed himself up into the elevator wall as much as he possibly could, whispering a sorry and cursing his tall build all the while.

She was admittedly cute, but he’d be damned if he was the prick who pressed himself up against girls without their enthusiastic consent.

The ride was spent with bated breath, and one elevator stop later, Jason found himself walking to Bruce’s office and kicking in the door.

There was a brief silence as it swung back and forth from the momentum; the older simply sighed tiredly and gestured to the chair across from him.

“Have a seat.”

Jason glanced at the black office chair, then at the door as if he were about to suddenly bolt, and then back at the chair. He seemed to think the better of making a hasty escape and grudgingly walked forward, though not without rolling his eyes.

So fucking dramatic.

“What,” he repeated once he had sat himself down.

Bruce just stared at him, hands in a steeple position. It was no doubt an intimidation move; he had seen Batman use the same on Arkham villains.

Jason met his gaze unflinchingly. If he wanted a staring contest, that’s what he’d get.

“Tim has a…friend coming over.”

The silence was broken with slow words, spoken in an almost careful manner.

“Okay. Why’d you have to call me here to tell me that?”

Blunt and to-the-point as always.

“I’m an adult, Bruce. I don’t need a lecture about being on my best behavior. Damian might, though,” he added as an afterthought.

Bruce sighed again and wow was he was doing a lot of sighing today. He really was melodramatic.

“I wasn’t going to lecture you, Jason. I just wanted you to know so you could be prepared.”

“Oh.”

The silence was palpable as an air of awkwardness settled around the two, and Jason sat there fighting the urge to shift in his seat before speaking.

“So is that it?”

“Yes.”

He stood abruptly at the dismissal, pushing in his chair as if he couldn’t wait to get out of there. Well, he did want to get out of there.

With one hand he smoothly opened the heavy door, prepared to leave, but he stopped in his tracks when Bruce spoke once more.

“Jason?”

“What?” he asked, with considerably less annoyance than the first two times.

“...I’m proud of you, lad.”

Jason tried to suppress his shock at the statement, but he wouldn’t be surprised if his facial expression betrayed him.

Despite the somewhat-steady in their family dynamics the past few years, they were still an emotionally constipated bunch.

Jason couldn’t remember the last time someone said those words to him; they meant more to him than he’d reveal.

But because he was a part of the emotionally constipated Wayne family, he settled for an offhand “Yeah, yeah,” before closing the door and walking out.

There was a ghost of a smile on his lips, and the warmth in his heart was one he hadn’t felt in a while, but he could deal with all those emotions later—for now, he had a book to get to.

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foreverwhelmed · 4 years

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Die A Hero Update! Chapter 37!

Robin is the Boy Wonder, Batman's protegee, member of the "Junior Justice League" and kickass superhero. Dick Grayson is the adopted son of billionaire Bruce Wayne, brother to four younger siblings, math whiz-kid, community service volunteer and all-around Golden Child. It's everything he ever wanted to be. Too bad he's also a liar, a thief and a secret mercenary-in-training.

"Robin, whatever you're doing, it ends now. The Watchtower is in complete lockdown. There is no way off the satellite. Stand down. NOW." Wonder Woman orders over the Watchtower's intercom system. Beads of sweat run down my back. I'm toast. I messed up so bad.

Hacking the motion sensors helped me get in, but it's useless now. Superman has thermal and x-ray vision; he can see exactly where I am in the vents. The only reason he hasn't smashed through them to grab me is that it'll disrupt oxygen flow to the rest of the Watchtower and risk suffocating anyone in the affected area.

I have to get to the zeta beams. The entire system is on lockdown, but I helped write the code for all the League's security. They're not going to believe me that Red Arrow is the mole, not after they thought they saw me trying to kill him. And as long as Red Arrow is on board, leaving the chips on the Watchtower is too dangerous.

And one chip is missing. That means someone is already infected and there's no way to know who. If I hand over myself and the chips, the Light might still win. Then this will all have been for nothing.

"Kid Flash, come in!" I say desperately into the comms. Wally's my only hope right now. "The chips are a trap. It's mind control tech, someone on the League is infected and I don't know who! Roy is the mole!"

No answer. Fuck, what do I do?!

"What's going on?" Slade demands over the comms, and I'm so relieved to have any amount of backup that I don't even care he hacked my comms again. "The whole system is on lockdown, what happened?"

"I'm trapped! You were right, the mole caught me stealing the chips, he tried to kill me. What do I do?!"

"Where are you?"

"I'm in the vents."

"Get to the zeta beams. I'll have Hardison override the controls to allow you to escape. You'll get one chance. I'll meet you on the other side with a car in case you're followed."

My heart is going crazy and my chest heaves, panic setting in while the air ducts close in around me.

"I can't do it!"

"Yes you can. You can do this. The entire League is counting on you, remember what's at stake."

The League is counting on me. If I don't get the chips off the Watchtower, Red Arrow will infect all of them. And my team. They'll all be under the Light's control. I won't let it happen.

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tgwltw · 6 years

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At one time.

request: I really liked your Damian time travel fic! Could you do one where Future Reader has gone back to the past (what you would call the present timeline) to search for Future Bruce. But she instead encounters Present Bruce and Batfam, and she tries very hard to not give her identity away but it’s difficult because she can’t help but baby the batkids and Bruce notices she has his mother’s ring

Hi! You’re way too nice but thank you for liking the Damian time travel fic~ Also I’d like to say thank you for sending this in! I tried incorporating the ideas you had in the request and hopefully you will enjoy this?

You shift on your seat, aware of the eyes that are trying to burn holes at your back but unfortunately for them, what they did not know is that you have had years of experience under your belt and it doesn’t faze you at all. Although, if you had to be truthful, seeing that look coming from Bruce surprises you because you cannot believe how much of an effect that look has on you.

“I am not in the mood to play games.” Bruce grunts as he tries to stare you down. He had already been having a bad day - something about how there is a person on the loose, who is using his name as he pleased and how the media are on to his back once more about the whole batman thing - and when he came home to see you leisurely snooping around in the batcave, something inside him just snapped but just as he is about to attack you, you side-stepped and had quickly disarmed him.

Thankfully, Bruce had been smart enough to send an alert to the rest of the boys before attempting to engage you. Damian and Alfred had been the first two responders seeing as they were in the manor at that time and it was only with Alfred’s help did Bruce manage to somewhat subdue you and here you are, surrounded by Damian, Alfred and Bruce.

“No one is playing any games, Mr. Wayne.” You try to sound as casual as you can as you return his intense gaze. He only narrows his eyes at you before motioning for Alfred and Damian to follow after him.

“Did you find anything on her person?” Bruce mutters under his breath, glancing over his shoulder to make sure you are still where they left you. “How did she manage to get through the security system undetected?” He furrows his eyebrows, a frown appearing on his face.

“Tt. I reviewed the surrounding security and I am frustrated to say that the security camera went down a few minutes before she arrived.” Damian likes to think that he is a tech-savvy and a whiz and he knows he is but somehow, no matter how many times he tried to recover the mysterious data that disappeared, he just couldn’t at all.

“Unfortunately, Master Bruce, what I am about to inform you might be upsetting.” Alfred informs, turning his back towards you. The frown on Bruce’s face deepens. Alfred takes out his phone and showed Bruce a photo he had taken prior. Bruce tenses as he stares at the photo. “If memory serves me correctly, that ring belongs to your mother, Master Bruce.”

Damian raises one of his eyebrows. “Ring?” He then leans forward to take a look at the photo and he frowns. He has seen that same ring on his father’s safe box the first few times he snooped around his father’s office. “Do you think she stole it?”

Bruce shakes his head. “I moved the ring from the safe box.” His mother’s ring had been one of the few things he kept for himself and after the umpteenth time Damian broke into his safe, Bruce decided to move it to one place Damian will never think he would even place. “Can you please check Titus’s collar - there is a comportment in his collar.” Bruce didn’t have to explain himself as it seems like Damian managed to figure out what he had meant to say and quickly went away. “Alfred, I need you to bring Dick here when he reaches… and Jason too if he decides to show up.”

Alfred looks at Bruce before nodding his head. He then walks away, leaving Bruce alone with you. Bruce takes a deep breath and breathes out slowly, quickly coming up with a plan to get the truth from you.

You had to give it to this Bruce. He certainly knew how to take control of the situation and make you feel somewhat nervous - something that you rarely ever feel because of your long hours of training. Perhaps he must have seen something in your expression that you forgot to hide - you wonder briefly if it was when Damian came in with Titus in tow or Alfred the Cat, or when Dick came walking in, looking extremely haggard from pulling almost double the amount of working hours or when Tim strolled in, with a laptop in hand or if it was that time when Jason actually appeared?

The insides of your cheek is probably starting to bruise with how constantly you have been bitting it. It takes every bit of control for you to not react to any of the boys but your motherly instincts are gradually starting to win over. You weigh what very little options that you have; you can either tell them the truth (which is going to probably mess up with the future seeing as they have yet to meet you in this timeline) or you simply tell them what they want to hear while keeping the truth far away as possible (which might bite back in your ass - or rather the you in this timeline).

“Miss Y/N, was it?” Dick looks at you. He has been the only one that hadn’t come at you with full force since the moment he arrived and for that, you were thankful. “We just want to know how you found the bat cave and how you managed to get past our system.” The way Dick is looking at you right now is the same way your son looks at you too whenever he wants something from you and you have never been the one to say ‘no’ to any of your boys and you weren’t going to start now - not in this time.

You stare at him, contemplating your answer. “I can’t say much but let’s just say that I am very familiar with this.” You wave your hand toward the bat-cave. “Also, your system needs a few more upgrades.” You shrug your shoulders.

Jason scoffs, approaching you as he stands beside Dick. “Listen here, woman - the old man rarely ever calls me but he did today and you are the cause so I’m just going to cut to the chase: where did you get our grandma’s ring?”

You must have blanched or flinched visibly because the next thing you know, Jason is leaning very closely. “It’s time you start talking, lady. You know something and we want to know how you got that ring.”

You gulp, wondering how in the world did you get into this mess in the first place… All you wanted to do was look for your husband and bring him back to the right time! This was not part of the plan.

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