#tim drake x little sister reader
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Hey! i just wanted to say that your work is phenomenal! You got me sobbing in bed at 3 in the morning. I was wondering if I could request a Batfam x child!Wayne!Reader (maybe 4/5 years old) and what they’re all like (individually) when picking her up from school? In her class, they were learning about the great Batman, and all the hard work he does for the city, keeping everybody safe and whatnot. And obviously, she’s too small to know Bruce is Batman.. how would they all react to little baby Wayne rambling about cool Batman who has his own car and sidekick? I’d imagine she’s a very talkative kid, very sweet and friendly, and a very big-Daddy’s girl, but it’s completely up to you.
Thanks for listening to my rambling.. and keep up your awesome work!
Baby Wayne
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Note: This is one of the most adorable requests ever anon! Thank you for requesting and thank you for your kind words. I hope I’ve done your request justice.
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BRUCE:
He could see the smile on your face from the doorway. Bright and beaming as you sat cross-legged on the floor, leaning forward to listen to your teacher. The second you saw him lingering in the doorframe however, the smile grew and you were up on your feet in seconds and tottering over to him.
Wrapping your arms around his legs you hugged him tightly and looked up at him with big eyes. Picking you up and resting you on his hip, Bruce pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“Hey sweetheart. Good day?”
You nodded excitedly, clinging to your dad. “We learnt about Batman today!” You exclaimed.
Bruce couldn’t help the small smirk that crept onto his face. You were still too young to know about his identity and he did well to keep it from you. You were always exploring and wondering off in the manor. He was sure you would make a fine vigilante one day, but for now he was keep to keep you sheltered.
“Oh really?” He raised a brow.
“Yep!” You said, popping the ‘p’. “He’s awesome! He has a cool car and side kicks! And he keeps the city safe! He’s super cool.”
Bruce bounced you up in his arms, savouring the joy in your voice. “Is that so?”
“Uh-huh.” You nodded. “When I grow up I wanna be just like him Daddy!”
“I’m sure you will be kiddo.” Bruce smiled. “I’m sure you will.”
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DICK:
He was waiting by the school gates, leaning up against the metal framing when your class came piling out of the doors. Bruce was out on a meeting, so he was tasked with collecting you from school, which of course he had no problem doing.
When you saw him, he made his way over slowly, watching as your face lit up at the sight of him and you came running over him with your bag hanging halfway off one shoulder.
“Dick look!” You beamed crashing into him as you ran a little too fast. Moving away you pointed to the yellow and black sticker you had plastered to the hem of the coat.
Dick crouched down to your height. “What you got there, squirt?”
“It’s the bat signal.” You announced proudly. “We learnt about it in class today.”
“You learnt about Batman?” Dick asked. He had wondered how long it would be until you began to learn about what they did.
“Yes we learnt about all of the heroes. But Batman is my favourite because he saves the city and he has a sidekick!” You grinned “Robin! I like him too.”
Dick hid his little grin by tussling your hair. He couldn’t wait for you to learn more.
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JASON:
Seeing Jason picking you up was a nice surprise for you when you finished class. You were ecstatic to see him and ran up to him squealing.
“Jay!” You giggled and he picked up and spun you around in the air. “I missed you.”
He had been away on business. You had constantly been asking Bruce about when you would see him again. You had began to miss his face at home.
“Guess what we’ve been learning about!?”
“Hmm.” Jason bit his lip pretending to think “pirate ballerinas”
You placed a playful hit to his chest with a laugh. “No silly. Batman!”
A-ha. Jason thought. this would be interesting. He wondered how much you had been told, though he doubted no matter how much you had learnt, that you had managed to piece things together.
“Was it good?” He asked you.
“It was great! He saves all of the people and is a real hero!” You said waving your arms animatedly. “He’s so brave!”
“He is.” Jason agreed. “Just like you little Wayne”
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TIM:
Tim found you doodling at one of the tables in the library. You had an array of colours sprawled out in front of you as you scribbled on the pieces of paper infront of you.
He peered over your shoulder trying to catch a glimpse of your drawing. You had draw stick figures, which made it hard to go by but even with your messy doodles he could make out the distinctive domino masks of the Robin and the black of Batman’s suit and cowl. He knew them like the back of his hand, so it was no surprise.
“What you drawing, kiddo?” He asked you.
You gripped the drawing with your hands and held it up proudly to him. “Batman and Robin. We learnt about them in class so I wanted to draw them.”
“It’s very good kid.” Tim told you, handing you back the drawing of the lopsided people only for you to hand it back to him.
“Can we put it on the fridge?” You asked curiously “I want to show it to Dad. I bet he thinks Batman is awesome too!” You blabbed “do you think he will like it, Timmy?”
“I’m sure he will.”
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DAMIAN:
Dami was reading in the library when you plonked yourself beside him. Well…kind of. You struggled up onto the couch first.
“What are you doing?” You frowned, trying to read see over his shoulder.
He was reading up on one of Gotham’s villains that was causing havoc in the city. His first instinct was to shut it so you couldn’t read any of it…but then he remembered that you were still only learning to read.
“I’m reading a book on Batman.” He half-lied, setting the book to one side so you could clamber into his lap.
“Ooh I like Batman too.” You nodded.
Damian frowned. You weren’t supposed to know about that yet. “Where did you learn about him?”
“At school.”
Damian relaxed a little.
“He has a super cool cape! And a big car that he drives really fast around the city to stop the bad guys!”
“Sounds dangerous.” Damian smirked.
“Yes…” you trailed off. “But he is allowed to do it because he is Batman.” You decided.
“Is that right? He teased.
“Yes.
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I hope that was okay! I hope you don’t mind that I changed it a little at the end: I didn’t want it to get too repetitive.
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Arm day- Batman: wayne family adventures
Paring(s): Batfam x child! Reader, Jason Todd x little sister! Reader, Dick Grayson x little sister! Reader, Tim Drake x little sister! Reader, Damian Wayne x little sister! Reader
Genre: Fluff, comedy
Warning(s): Crying, asshole brothers, sad reader
Word bank: Y/N- your name
Notes: I need some more ideas for this batfam series, so does anyone have any?
It was an exciting day for the little Y/N. Just yesterday, she got a brand new colour pencil set from her father (with the help of Alferd) that she couldn't wait to show off to everyone. The coloured pencils were stored in a large black leather case that was almost as big as her body.
Inside it were hundreds of different shades of every colour her small mind could imagine. She wanted to share her gift with her siblings, so she waited patiently on the Brown sofa in the living room. The large case next to her.
When she saw Damian walking through the halls, she smiled and run (the best that a 4 year old could run) towards her brother. Just as she was about to get to him she tripped but thankfully he caught her just before she could fall.
"Thank you Dami!" She gave him a toothy grin. Damian picked her up into his arms looking at every part of her body to make sure she didn't get hurt from tripping over. After seeing that she wasn't injured, he then smiled softly at her.
"Good morning Y/N. Why were you in a rush this early in the morning?"
She started to wiggle in his arms, so he put her down. She then (thankfully) walked back to the living room and grabbed her pencil case, dragging it along the ground cause it was a little heavy for her own body strength.
"Daddy got new colours for me!" Damain looked down at it with an unamused look "How charming"
"Do you wanna draw?" She asked with her puppy dog eyes. "I'm busy" he turned to the direction of the gym. "Oh..." Y/N said in a smile voice. Damian looked back at her. She was looking down at the case, her eyes teary up.
Feeling guilty, he cleared his throat. ".... but after I'm finished, I suppose I can entertain you for a short while"
"She looked up at Damian with twinkles in her eyes. "Really? Thank you Dami!"
After what felt like hours, she saw cass pass by with a duffle bag over her shoulder. Y/N walked up behind her and hugged her leg "Hi cass"
Cass bent down and caressed Y/N's cheek in her hand, she squessed them gently, making the young girl giggle. "Hi Y/N"
"Do wanna colour with me?" Y/N asked.
"Awww... sorry Y/N, but I have stuff to do but when I'm finished, I'll draw with you ok?" Cass pulled out her pinky and gave a wame smile to Y/N. "Oh, okay" Y/N pouted but linked her pinky with cass's.
After that Y/N found herself in the kitchen looking for dick. When she saw him, he was eating a bowl of cornflakes. Y/N stood before him, reaching up and tugged at her oldest brothers shirt. Dick stopped his eating and looked down, smiling softly at his little sister. "What's up baby bird?"
"Do u wanna colour with me?" She asked hopefully. "Sorry little bird, I can't draw with you right now. I'm in a bit of a rush but you can ask Jason or Tim. They should be around somewhere" and before Y/N could say anything, Dick drowned the last chunk of his cornflakes down and rushed down hall. Y/N huffed and went back to the sofa.
After a while, Y/N heard the voices of Jason and Tim. She saw them holding duffel bags the same one that cass had. She smiled at them before walking off to ask them to colour with her.
"Morning J, morning Timmy"
"Morning kid!" Jason Pet the top of Y/N's head.
"Good morning Y/N" Tim smiled down at her. "What's that?" He pointed to the leather case newt ro the sofa. "It's my new colours daddy got for me" she smiled up at them.
"Wow. Cool"
"Can you colour with me?"
"Sorry kid. Me and Timmy here are gonna work out. Maybe late with can" Jason said rubbing the back of his head.
"Oh, it's fine" She pouted before walking away to the staircase.
"Do you think we broke a 4 year olds heart?" Tim whispered feeling guilty.
"We probably did Timmy"
~timeskip~
Bruce walked along the halls trying to find atleast one of his kids. But he then stopped in his tracks when he heard crying? He looked at the door near his left, it was his youngest room. Why would she be crying?
He opened the door to see his little girl curled up on her bed and tears running down her face. The site in front of him, broke his heart. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" he asked softly.
The young girl looked up her father and wiped her face before speaking. "No one wants to colour with me"
Bruce's heart broke more at hearing those words. He had to make her feel better but how? "Hey, why don't we go and get some cookies? Alferd just pulled a new batch out of the oven" He gave a warm smile.
The girls face lit up at that idea."Ok, daddy" she held out her arms signalling that she wanted to be carried, Bruce gladly took his little girl into his arms and the father and daughter made their way down to the kitchen.
~in the cave~
"Sup Damian?" Dick waved at him as he placed his towel to the side. He grabbed the gymnastic rings and turned to Jason. "Light day Jason?" He lifed his legs up and held himself up. "I was just getting warmed up actually" Jason started doing push ups with one arm. "98...99...100!"
"Pssh, that's nothing" Dick and Jason turned to look at Tim who started doing push ups with his tumbs and pointer fingers.
"You're all pathetic" Damian lifted his body up and did a handstand. "This is what you should be doing"
Jason moved next ro Damian and did the same thing. "Sorry kid your not special"
"How... about this!" Dick did a handstand with one hand using his tumb and pointer finger.
Jason, Tim, Dick and Damian were all doing the same thing together. "First one... to hundred... wins"
Cass looked over at them as she drank water. "Bad idea"
~Later that night~
The four boys were sitting around the table groaning in pain every time they moved. Cass sat perfectly fine, enjoying the meal that Alferd had made.
"Ow. So much ow" Dick threw his head back against his chair. Damian was crouching in his chair. Tim was trying to eat his dinner, with his foot. "Come on, I-I... I can do this" Jason tried tilting the plate with his head. "Can't... reach"
Cass turned to the four boys eating her food with utensils. "Told you guys it was a bad idea" Jason smashed his face into his food. Suddenly, Y/N popped up from the doorway. "Are you guys ready to colour now?"
"S-sorry Y/N... I don't think I can move my arms" Dick slowly turned his head towards her and gave a weary smile.
"But you guys said you would?" she pouted.
"Sorry Y/N" Tim muttered, dropping his spoon in the process. "Dang it" Jason muttered his Sorry through his food. "I can still draw with you Y/N" Cass held Y/N's hand and lead her out of the dinning room. Y/N turned her head towards her brothers and frowned, "You're all imbec- imbeci-...mean!" She huffed her checks out in anger.
The four boys groaned in pain and Damian shrank down in his chair in shame.
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Damian is going to have a little sister [Damian Wayne x Pregnant! Batmom]
Summary: You take a pregnancy test and find out you are pregnant. You will have a little girl. Bruce, Alfred and their other three children are happy, except Demian. Your fourth baby is jealous of the new member of the family.
Personagens: Bruce Wayne [Batman], Damian Wayne [Robin], Dick Grayson [Nightwing], Jason Todd [Red hood], Tim Drake [Red Robin] and Reader [You]
Word count: 1,366
Warnings: jealousy, fear of abandonment and pregnancy.
A / N: Hi. I planned this fanfiction months ago, but I only had time to write today. I always imagined what it would be like if Batmom got pregnant. Demian would probably be jealous and wouldn't admit it. So, I decided to write about it.
I hope you like the imagine
Remember that I am a Brazilian girl. I am not fluent in English and I am still learning. I apologize if I have any errors. Feel free to correct me.
Go and read my other stories on my MASTERLIST.
REQUEST ARE OPEN. Do not be shy. Ask as many imagines as you want.
The test in your hands had two blue lines and your face had a huge smile. You had some suspicions, but you never imagined that after eight years of marriage, you would have a baby in your womb.
You thought you must be sterile because you had never been pregnant before, and even though the doctors said you were healthy, you didn't believe them. The test in your hand was proof that you were going to have five babies now.
You left the bathroom, putting the test in your pants pocket. The first person you saw when you left the master suite was Alfred. He will just come out of one of the guest rooms.
You ran to the butler you considered your second father. Alfred looked at you, thinking you were going to ask for something.
“Alfred, I'm pregnant!” You said it quickly, not having the courage to repeat it. The old man in front of you looked at you with wide eyes. After five seconds, he smiled at you.
It was difficult to make Alfred smile. He always maintained his serious appearance.
“Congratulations, Mrs. Wayne. It’s great news.” Alfred said.
You showed the butler the pregnancy test. He congratulated her again and left, with the excuse that he had to clean Timothy's room. You could see a big smile on Alfred's face as he walked down the stairs to the second floor.
You remembered that Bruce was on the Wayne Enterprise, running some errands and that he wouldn't be back until after 8pm. Dick and Jason went to Wally West's house to play basketball. Timothy was at school.
Demian was the only one at home. He was probably in his room or in the garden with Titus.
You walked to the room that had the 'Do Not Enter' sign. You knocked on the door a few times, hearing your son's voice telling you that you could come in.
“Hi, my love.” You said to Damian, who was playing videogame. He was sitting on the bed. The boy smiled at you.
"Hi mommy. Did something happen?" He questioned, his eyes anxious.
You sat on the bed too, watching your son continue to play his game, but he was paying attention to you. .
“I have something new to tell you. I found out today, so only you and Alfred know about it.” You said, reaching into your pocket and pulling out the pregnancy test to show Damian.
The boy looked at the object curiously, until he realized what it really was. He looked at you in amazement, as if he thought it was just a joke.
"You are pregnant?" He questioned.
"Yes." After you nodded, you saw him give you a sad smile.
“I think this is amazing news, Mom,” Damian said. He no longer looked you in the eye, focusing his attention on the television while he played.
"Are you okay, darling?" You questioned, moving closer to Damian.
The boy just nodded, and didn't look at you anymore. Then, you realized that he didn't like the news, and preferred to leave him alone. You knew Damian didn't like expressing his feelings.
"If you need me, I'll be in the kitchen" You said, leaving your son's room and walking down the hallway.
As soon as Bruce arrived and you told him you were pregnant, he had the best reaction possible. Your husband was extremely happy and excited. And Dick, Jason and Tim also loved having a new little brother.
The weeks passed very quickly, and soon became months, and suddenly, you were seven months pregnant. You had already done all the ultrasounds and discovered that you were having your first daughter. You were excited to have a little princess, and Jason and Dick started teasing Bruce about how he really was a girl's daddy.
Everyone in your family seemed to be happy, except Damian. He never said out loud that he hated the baby, but you could see that he stopped wanting to spend time with you. The boy spent more time in his room or in the Batcave, avoiding being close to you. Bruce said the boy would accept that he would have a sister after the baby was born, but you knew you had to have a talk with Damian.
You walked slowly down to the clock that hid the entrance to the Batcave. It was difficult to walk with swollen feet. You knew that Bruce was on patrol, but that he left Damian on the Batcomputer. As soon as you got out of the elevator, you saw your son look at you, but quickly turn away. You walked over to Damian, giving him a gentle smile. The boy didn't look at you again.
"Hello, my dear." You said.
He didn't answer you, and started pretending to type on the keyboard.
"I wanted to talk to you a little."
Damian just grumbled.
"I know you're sad about my pregnancy." You said. "But you know that in two months there will be a baby here."
He continued ignoring you.
"If it's because of your father, you know Bruce loves all his children equally." You commented. "And that no baby in this world will make your father love you less."
Damian finally turned around, looking at you. He had red eyes, looking like he was going to cry.
"It's not about my father." He said. "Is you!" He exclaimed.
"What do you mean?" You asked.
"You know!" He roared. "You were the first person who liked me, even though you knew I was Bruce's biological son and that I was conceived when he was drugged by Talia." Damian continued speaking. "And now, you will have your own daughter. Who has your blood and Bruce's"
You looked at him, surprised.
"Are you afraid I'm going to leave you aside?" You wanted to know.
"My brothers don't seem to see what's going to happen. That you and Bruce are going to love the baby more than we do." He started to cry. "I love you and my dad, and I know that now you will have your own family."
You said, walking over to your son. You held him by the shoulders, making him face you.
"Damian, that will never happen!" You exclaimed. "You, Dick, Jason and Tim never stopped being my kids, my little birds."
He looked away, looking embarrassed.
"I thought you wouldn't treat me like your son anymore" He said.
"It's normal for you to be jealous and afraid of losing all the attention you receive, but I want you to know that our relationship will never change." You commented. "Now that the problem has been resolved, do you want to go upstairs so we can make some cupcakes together?"
Damian quickly got up from the chair he was in, and threw himself into your arms, hugging you tightly. He placed his head on your chest, and surprisingly, you felt him caressing your belly for the first time. You lowered your head to look at your son, smiling at him.
"Yes, I want to go make cupcakes, Mommy." He said, using the sleeve of his sweatshirt to wipe his tear-stained face.
You and Damian went up to the house, leaving the Batcave. He started talking to you again, saying that he had had a brief fight with Jon Kent, but that they had already made up. He also told you that he was doing a literature project for school in a group, and that it was very easy.
As soon as you arrived in the kitchen, you grabbed all the necessary ingredients from the fridge and started mixing the cupcake batter, while Damian mixed the frosting. He told you that he wanted to color the cupcakes green and red, so you grabbed the food coloring from the pantry, letting him make the frosting any color he wanted.
Once the more than twenty cupcakes were ready, you and Damian sat on the counter while eating, talking excitedly about how the last few months had been when Damian had avoided you.
"Mother?" He caught your attention. "It'll be good to be a big brother."
You gave him a huge smile, and then kissed your son's cheek.
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BATMAN/ BATFAMILY MASTERLIST
*DISCLAIMER: SOME STORIES MAY BE TAGGED FOR WRONG DEMOGRAPHIC (ie, Not GN, male or fem) IF SO, PLEASE POLITELTY INFORM ME SO I CAN FIX IT
BRUCE WAYNE/ BATMAN
I Can't Protect You Anymore (Batman X Daughter!Reader)
Turning Into Jason (Bruce Wayne X Daughter!Reader)
Teleportation Help (Bruce Wayne X Daughter!Reader)
Forgotten Birthday (Bruce Wayne X Daughter!Reader)
Finding Identities (Bruce Wayne X Teen!Reader)
Independence (Bruce Wayne X Male!Teen!Reader)
Dick And Jason's Friend (Bruce Wayne X Male!Reader
Addicton To Fear (Bruce Wayne X Male!Reader)
Happy Anniversary (Bruce Wayne X Male!Reader)
DICK GRAYSON/ NIGHTWING
Plan PDA (Dick Grayson X Male!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2/ Pt 3
Movies And Plans (Dick Grayson X Male!Reader)
Telling Truths (Dick Grason X Male!Reader)
Loathing To Love (Dick Grayson X Male!Reader)
Seeing An Unwanted Face (Dick Grayson X Male!Reader)
Escaping Joker (Dick Grayson X Fem!Reader) *TW
Hating Your Presence (Dick Grayson X Fem!Reader)
Betrayed (Dick Grayson X Reader)
JASON TODD/ RED HOOD
MIA (Jason Todd X Male!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2
Just An Accident (Jason Todd X Male!Reader)
Sleeping Over (Jason Todd X Male!Reaer)
Never Forgotten (Jason Todd X Male!Reader)
Serving Revenge (Jason Todd X Male!Reader)
Practically Together (Jason Todd X Male!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2
Help Through Change (Jason Todd X Reader)
Selina's Kitten (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)
Meeting The Family (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)
Quoting Shakespeare (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)
Nightmares (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)
Jason's Partner's Sacrifice (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)
Opposing Ego (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)
Shut Up! (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)
Protecting Children (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)
Wrong Apartment (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)
Staying Home (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)
Under The Mask (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)
Normalcy In Chaos (Jason Todd X Brother!Reader)
Anxieties (Jason Todd X Sister!Reader)
TIM DRAKE/ RED ROBIN
You're More Important (Tim Drake X Reader)
Childhood Promises (Tim Drake X Male!Reader)
DAMIAN WAYNE/ ROBIN
Trust Takes Time (Damian Wayne X Batmom!Reader)
A New Member Of The Family (Damian Wayne X Sister!Reader)
Secret Friendship (Damian Wayne X Fem!Reader)
Meeting On Rooftops (Damian Wayne X Fem!Reader)
Similar Suffering (Damian Wayne X Fem!Reader)
Needing To Move (Damian Wayne X Reader)
Longing At Galas (Adult!Damian Wayne X Male!Reader)
ALFRED PENNYWORTH
Needing A Cheer Up (Alfred Pennyworth X Fem!Reader)
BATFAM
Lost Control (Batfam X Fem!Reader)
A Part Of The Family (Batfam X Fem!Reader)
Nothing Said (Batfam X Fem!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt2
Hanging Criminals (Batfam X Brother!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2
New Sister (Batfam X Fem!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2
Much Loved Sister In Law (Batfam X Fem!Reader)
Walking Home (Batfam X Deaf!Batson!Reader)
Little Daredevil (Batfam X Blind!Batsis!Reader)
Being Bruce' First Bio Son And You're Developing Relationship With Damian Would Include...
Date With A Girl (Batfam X Batsis!Reader)
Birthday Blues (Batfam X Male!Reader)
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circle k (back to you)
summary: in which you're just the graveyard shift employee at circle k bombarded by vigilantes.
━ chapter twelve: back to you | read chapter eleven
━ pairing: tim drake x f!reader
━ word count: 5k
━ warnings: none
━ masterlist
━ a/n: the final part <3 my end notes if you'd like <3
ten months later
“Hey, you two. Where’s your aunt?”
“Having an existential crisis on the trampoline,” you hear Irey respond matter-of-factly.
“She’s no fun anymore,” Jai adds.
“Well, Bart just got here so—woah!”
Even you can feel the sharp gust of wind the twins create as they zoom off to see their cousin. Bart Allen runs at a million miles per hour—metaphorically and literally, so he and the twins get on like a house on fire.
Good thing everyone turned out for you and Steph’s pre-graduation party, otherwise Wally, Jay, and Max would have their hands full trying to make sure the three of them didn’t bring the house down.
And when you say everyone came, you really mean everyone.
That’s sort of the problem.
Barry Allen and Iris West-Allen were pleasant as always when they arrived—fifteen minutes late, the tardiness Barry is prone to considerably mitigated by his wife’s urging—and gave you big hugs in congratulations when they saw you.
“Well, early congratulations,” Barry amends, smiling.
“I just wish we could be there, too,” Iris says, letting you go.
You wave her off. Barry had a mission with the JL on the day of and Iris’s book tour was just starting, so there was no extra time to spare.
“No, it’s okay. Wally and Linda are already going, so that’s enough.”
“We’ll be there in spirit,” Barry says, grinning as Iris rolls her eyes. “Literally.”
Referring to the speed force and the way it tethers both speedsters and lightning rods. So, yeah, technically.
You chuckle. “Exactly. So, don’t worry.”
“We still wanted to give you our gift in person, though,” Iris says, passing you an envelope.
“You guys really didn’t have to but thank you.”
“‘Course we did,” Barry says. “You’re Wally’s… what is it? Close friend slash little sister slash niece? Us, well, we don’t mind seeing you as a niece.”
“Complicated labels aside,” Iris puts in, “you’re part of this family, too.”
And boy if that wasn’t going to choke you up.
You believe it now, almost a year since Wally revealed his identity; since then, you consider Keystone City and Central City as much of a home as Gotham. It was only inevitable that you met the others and you were lucky enough that they welcomed you with welcome arms.
But the ones part of this family are one and many. Not just the Garricks, not just the Wests, not just the Allens, not just Max Mercury, but—
“Ms. Chambers?”
Jesse Chambers grins at you. “Hey now, none of that. Here, Jesse works just fine. Pleasure to meet you. Everyone has had nothing but excellent things to say about you.”
Okay. Sure.
That bit is just a little obscured by your horrible confusion on how on earth she even knew everyone.
You have an inkling as to the answer but frankly, it feels impossible to believe. Not because you don’t think she is not capable of it but the fact that the whole billionaire-as-a-superhero/vigilante thing isn’t so uncommon as initially thought.
The confusion must be written all over your face. She laughs. Jay is at your side in the next instant, smiling at her in greeting.
“Sorry not to have told you sooner,” he tells you apologetically, though the smile pulling at his lips tells you he isn’t that sorry. “But we wanted to leave the decision up to her. And—”
“If you can keep these guys’ secret,” Jesse says, jerking a thumb to the kitchen, where Wally, Linda, Barry, and Iris are, “you can keep mine, too. Besides, you did great work during your internship. QE has had our eyes on you for a while.”
“Oh, you really don’t have to—”
“We want to,” she says. “We wouldn’t lose anything at all offering you a place with PR. But if you want to go somewhere else, that’s okay. I’d be happy to be a reference if so.”
Somehow, you managed to stammer out a thank you and get out of that situation without making a complete fool of yourself. Wally later told you Jesse taps into the speed force using an equation, which… sure, why not.
Jesse used to not like him, apparently, but recent events have allowed her to warm up to him; plus, the birth of her own son, Johnny Tyler, helped, too, that way Wade could have a friend to grow up with.
While all the others prepare dinner and attempt to keep Bart, Jai, and Irey’s shenanigans contained, you manage to snag a bit of time to yourself, not quite believing you’d just been offered a job by Jesse Chambers herself.
It’s all just… a little bit insane.
Then the twins came out and you indulged them on the trampoline in the backyard of the West house for a bit. Then you thought too hard about everything and sunk right back into your disbelief again.
Which leads to now.
“Speedsters, I swear,” Tim mutters.
You hear the soft sound of footsteps on the grass but make no move to leave from your place — star-fished on the trampoline, eyes closed. Early May in Keystone City is considerably warmer and tepid than Gotham City. You should shed your hoodie but you don’t want to. Mostly because it isn’t yours, exactly.
It’s Tim’s. The one you wore the night you got stabbed last year. Not the same one; that one was ruined beyond repair and anyway, you weren’t too happy to wear that exact one, either, since you nearly bled out in it. But it’s close enough. The same shade of brilliant azure. Big on Tim and baggy on you.
Of course, why should you want a hoodie when your boyfriend is right here?
The faint noise of the flaps of the netting be brushed aside. Then the trampoline itself moves, dipping with his weight as he comes over to you. You slide a bit, elbow bumping into his knee.
“So,” he starts, closer than before, one hand brushing your cheek as he tucks a few pieces of your hair behind your ear. “What’s this about an existential crisis? In the middle of the day?”
“It’s four in the afternoon.”
“Schematics.”
You grunt but don’t respond.
A soft chuckle. “Is this about Jesse Chambers’ offer? It’s too bad, you know.”
“What’s too bad.”
“Well, Wayne Enterprises was looking forward to offering you a position, too. And so were the Titans. And I can’t speak for this one personally but I’m fairly certain the Justice League was planning on sending an offer, too. You’re in high demand.”
You groan. “Isn’t that too much? I’m—I haven’t even graduated. There are so many other people with so much more experience—”
“Well, how are you supposed to get experience, too?” he asks, laughing softly. “Besides, you’re graduating with honors.”
“Oh, yeah, well, I’m sure it helps to have a boyfriend with an in at WE, who also just so happens to be a member of the Titans, on top of multiple people who are close to me that are also part of the Justice League.”
“And Jesse Chambers? Hers is the most reliable in that sense, then, isn’t it? Because she doesn’t personally know you—”
“But she knows Wally.”
“But their relationship isn’t that great. Sure, she’s good with Jay and Max but… You also have the advantage of having worked there briefly. They wouldn’t call you back if they didn’t like what they saw.”
Which is true. Jesse Chambers is a businesswoman. She wouldn’t do this as some pity play.
Then again, neither would the others.
You finally open your eyes, squinting immediately as the sun beams down at you.
Tim shifts, moving until his head can shield you from it, bringing him into your focus.
He’s smiling warmly at you, affection clear in his gaze; the sunlight does wonders for him, for his dark hair and blue eyes.
“This can’t be happening.”
“It is,” he says. “You’re graduating next week Friday. You and Steph. And no matter where you go and what you do, you’re gonna kick ass, you know that, right?”
You groan. “You’re supposed to say things like that.”
“Maybe,” he concedes. “But when I tell you I had nothing to do with the offer from WE, you have to believe me. You know I haven’t worked with them in a long while. That was all them.”
“Bruce?”
“Maybe Bruce.”
But then that’s ‘cause he feels… guilty about cornering you last year. Which serves him right. Your relationship with Tim’s adoptive father is a bit rocky, truth be told. Just because of the things Tim has told you. The things Steph has told you. And last year is certainly a factor. But all the others, you get along with them.
You don’t see Dick too often because he lives in New York but he’s kind. Jason’s cool when you see him. Cass and Duke are great. You hang out with them regularly on your own. Damian is a bit frigid but that’s just because of your choice in company and not anything personal, exactly, but you do get the advantage of also having Steph on your side, since they have a better relationship than he and Tim do. Alfred is pleasant as always, too; sometimes he sends grocery deliveries to you to make sure you’re sustaining on actual food and not just ramen.
Barbara Gordon is also very nice and volunteered to help you put together your resume and cover letters and applications; Jean-Paul Valley is kind, too. They’re both old family friends, you would learn. You have lunch with Helena Bertinelli once a month; you two bond over a mutual dislike for Batman and a mutual fondness for Tim—begrudging on her part sometimes but she undeniably sees him as a little brother and he sees her a big sister. And truthfully, your relationship with her is a bit similar.
You’ve made quite a few relationships with these vigilantes. Connections. So, you shouldn’t be surprised that all of this is happening. But one part of you, the prideful part, doesn’t like it. The other part, the rational one, says it was unavoidable. You were going to apply to QE and WE, anyway. Maybe toss out a few applications to the League and the Titans, too, just for the heck of it. Not expecting anything to come of it. Out of any of it.
But of course something would. You know too many of these people for nothing to happen.
“But then again,” Tim says a moment later. “Bruce is just attached to the company by name.”
“That is not a ‘just’ thing, Tim, that is a very big thing. They’d do whatever he wanted.”
“Not anything. Not if you didn’t have the grades, background, or potential to back it up.”
Also, technically, true.
“But like I said. Jesse’s is the most earnest in that regard.”
“Do you want me to leave Gotham, is that it.”
He laughs. The sound warms you.
“I don’t,” he chuckles. “I really don’t. I’d love for you to go with WE. But I also know that the news of us dating throws a wrench in that.”
Right. Ever since the gossip columns caught you two kissing on a date a couple months ago, they wouldn’t shut up about it. Only after digging their grubby little fingers into every inch of your past, of course, and using that to fuel the flames. Talking about your relationship with him as if you planned it, just trying to get a leg-up in the application process at WE.
But the thing is, objectively speaking, there isn’t anything wrong with that. You aren’t with Tim strictly for that purpose but you knew it would factor in. It’s undeniable, the way all these other offers are undeniable in who and why they came. You can’t help who you’re connected to.
But yeah. It would suck to prove all the tabloids right by accepting a job with WE right after graduation—like all of them said you would.
Of course, they would talk regardless. Even if you went with QE or the Titans or the Justice League. Wayne Enterprises is a known partner with Quickstart Enterprises, as well as a heavy funder for the League and the Titans. So…
You groan, wiggling closer to him by planting your head on his thigh and staring forlornly up at him. “What should I do?”
He smiles. “Whatever you want to, honey.”
“Yeah, that’s not really helpful, Timmy.”
He rolls his eyes fondly, bending down to scoop you into his arms. You let out a squeak as he pulls you into his lap, then you settle comfortably in the circle of his arms, dropping your head on his shoulder.
From here, you can spy the old bullet graze on the side of his neck, silvery and a little textured. Without a second thought, you lean forward to kiss it.
He shivers slightly, arms tightening around you.
You bite down a smile. “Cold?”
“Shut up,” he mutters, fingers digging into your side, making you giggle and try to squirm away from him.
He doesn’t keep up the torment, exhaling a soft laugh, too, as you lay your head back on his shoulder.
A cool breeze sweeps through the backyard. In the suburbs of Keystone City, it is quiet out here. Peaceful. Though you can still hear the others inside. Wally saying something. Steph laughing at it.
You’ve carved out a nice place for yourself here. The West’s and Garrick’s here in Keystone and the Allen’s over in Central.
You close your eyes, basking in Tim’s embrace and his proximity. You haven’t seen him much this month, with you and Steph in the throes of finals. But he promised to come, that he’d ask Bart to take him and his friend happily agreed.
You were surprised to learn of their relationship. That they had known each other. But they had met when they were younger, along with the rest of the original members of Young Justice. Put together because they were superhero kids. The relationship stuck. What a coincidence, that Bart Allen was part of the family you had quickly grown close to. But not unwelcome.
It is a small world, you would think.
Or maybe, when you feel indulgent, meant to be. You and Wally. You and Steph, you and Tim. All of this. Interconnected in ways you could only dream of. You don’t have to sacrifice much to have them together.
Tim squeezes your hip, one hand slipped underneath the hoodie. “What are you thinking about?”
That maybe this decision isn’t as hard as you thought it would be. That it’s not a matter of deliberation, is it?
You know you don’t want to prove all the tabloids right by going with WE immediately. Not to mention, for the longest time, it was a dream to work with them. You want more time, more experience, before you move there.
And you don’t think you are ready to jump head-first into working for the Justice League or the Titans. You need experience for that, too.
So…
“I’m pretty sure I could convince Wally to take me to Gotham to visit. When I start at Quickstart.”
“Not necessary,” he says and you raise an eyebrow, watching him pull back, his gaze warm, not at all surprised by your words. “I could just come and visit you. Unlimited access to the jet and all.”
“Racking up carbon emissions just for me?”
“You know the jet is clean energy,” he says, pouting a bit.
Yes, you do. He talked your ear off about it when they made the switch. But you just like seeing him get pouty about it.
You cup his cheeks, smiling, particularly taken with the way his whole face softens as he looks at you. The knowledge that he’s this soft for you is always so insane to you. Not at all good for your heart.
“I know. It’s still a bit of an expense, though, isn’t it?”
“It’s worth it.”
“Cornball.”
“I’m being serious,” he presses, hands tightening around your waist. “Whatever I have to do, it’s worth it for you.”
You know that. Tim is a devoted boyfriend. He doesn’t do things in halves. When he’s loyal to someone, when he dedicates himself, he does it wholly. You could ask him of anything and he would do whatever it took to get it for you, to do it for you. If you asked him to move with you, you know he would do it.
You also know the thought must’ve crossed his own mind. But he still won’t say anything, not unless he knows you want it, too, and… you do. You think that can wait, though, for a little while longer. Let you get settled in and then you two can discuss that possibility—if he wants to, of course, because while Wally and Linda do like him now, the former would not like having a Bat running underfoot in the city, in either of the cities.
You just aren’t used to that kind of devotion. Even after this long.
You slide your arms around his neck, threading your fingers in his hair. He leans into the touch. “I know.”
“I’ll take Steph when I can, too,” he adds and you smile again.
“I love you.”
He leans forward, forehead brushing yours. Your eyes flutter shut.
He nudges your nose with his, then finally closes the distance between you two.
Cotton-candy sweet warmth unspools in your chest he kisses you, soft and gentle. But it quickly edges into dangerous territory when you nip at his bottom lip and he yanks you closer and closer until there is no space between your bodies. It would be better if you weren’t wearing this hoodie but you make do with what you have, still able to feel most of his chest pressed to yours, hard and sturdy, heat licking up your spine.
Your fingers twine in his hair and he lets out a shuddery breath, the kiss turning open-mouthed in the next second and you can taste the gum he was chewing on earlier.
It’s a shade too hungry for your current location but you can’t help it, he’s just so… beguiling. You’re overwhelmingly attracted to your boyfriend and you think you always will be.
But of course, you still should know better, even with all that.
A sharp gust of wind hits you two in the next second and you both separate immediately, knowing exactly what—or who—it is. But instead of Wally or any other speedster here, a high-pitched giggle makes it to your ears and you both turn, eyebrows raising as you find one and a half year old Wade West now inside the trampoline, net fluttering behind him.
You and Tim turn to look at the back door, which is now open, Wally and Linda standing there; the former looks pleased, while the latter just raises her eyebrows.
“I thought,” he starts, mischief written on his face, “that instead of leaving space for Jesus, you could leave some space for Wade. So. Do that. And please stop desecrating the place my children play.”
“And come inside,” Linda adds. “Food’s almost ready.”
You slide off Tim’s lap, reaching for Wade before he tries to stand and walk over to you, not trusting his balance on the trampoline. Tiny hands grapple with the hoodie strings, tugging.
“Got it. Thanks.”
They both smile pleasantly and turn back inside.
You bite your lip, which already feels swollen from your kissing, and look at Tim. His face is flushed with red, lips swollen, too. A tempting sight.
He catches the look on your face. “Don’t.”
“It’s my graduation party.”
“It’s yours and Steph’s. Later.”
“You’re no fun.”
“Well, you love me, so what does that say about you?”
“That you’ve seduced me.”
He rolls his eyes. “Oh, I’ve seduced you, okay, sure—” he looks at Wade, shaking his head “—can you believe this?”
All Wade can do is giggle in response. All you can do is smile at him, so painfully in love.
He smiles back, rising up on his knees and leaning forward to kiss your forehead.
“I love you, too, you know.”
Yeah, you do know.
four years later
“Goddamit, where is it?”
Fish, a miniature Italian Greyhound you rescued from the shelter, offers no answer or help for your plight. Instead, she just sits near you, happy to follow you around as you search, watching you with big eyes. Big, empty eyes. Absolutely nothing goes on in her little head and you and Tim love her very much for it but damn if you wouldn’t appreciate a little help in finding the security badge that seems to have mysteriously disappeared.
It’s perfect timing, too. That badge is your lifeline. That’s what your supervisor, Meena, said anyway, a couple days ago when you went in for it and had a chance to speak with her before starting work. You can’t get into the tower without it. You can’t do anything without it and guest badges do not have the same amount of clearance that you have.
You stop in the living room, taking a breath, frustration starting to make you hot, which would be the icing on the cake, if you managed to sweat through your clothes before you even started work.
Sighing, you look at her. “Do you know where it is?”
A sound behind you.
“You should know better than that, honey,” comes the sleepy voice of your boyfriend, and you turn. “Fish is lucky to have a single coherent thought once a week and she wasted that one yesterday when she managed to give Damian the high five he asked for.”
You chuckle despite yourself, remembering the pleased gleam that had come into Damian’s hazel green eyes when Fish successfully completed the trick. Only after six months of painstaking work, of course, but it hardly deters him. Titus passed away not too long ago and he’s fixated on Fish because of it. Even if he says her name is ‘completely idiotic.’
Brushing away those thoughts, you focus on Tim, still sleepy-eyed and rumpled. Then you see it—in his hand is your security badge, your picture smiling up at you, with your name beneath it.
“Oh my god, where—”
“You gave it to me, remember?” he asks, laughing softly as you pad over to him. “And said to keep it with my gear, that way it wouldn’t get lost between then and now.”
True. All true. After all, that gear—that is, his suit and tech—doesn’t get brought out other than for the occasional mission with the Titans, so, say, every six months or so. Other than that, it remains hidden in a panel behind your side in the walk-in closet, accessible only by him and you through fingerprint and retinal scans.
Easiest way not to get lost, especially since you’ve been particularly harried in the lead-up to the official start of your job at Wayne Enterprises as their spokesperson.
“Sorry,” you sigh. “Is that why you’re up? Because I told you, you don’t need to wake up for this, you can stay in bed…”
He raises an eyebrow. “And let you freak out for the next hour and a half before you have to leave?”
“Um. Yes?”
A soft smile. He reaches for you, hands settling on your arms, rubbing small circles there.
“Well, you’re wrong. It’s your first day at WE.”
“I know, but you didn’t have to get up now at least…”
The original idea when you decided to wake up at five-fifteen is that one, it would give you ample time to get ready—both yourself and your belongings—and two, it would let you try to relax.
Key word being try.
It’s now six, you’re supposed to leave in an hour and fifteen minutes to beat the morning rush traffic, and your nerves are none the better for it.
Your sleep was fitful, too, in anticipation of today, so you’re starting to feel sleepiness creep in at the edges; the fact that the sun has not yet risen and won’t rise for a while—cursed winter months and their late sunrises—does not help.
He eyes you. “I think I do.”
You groan, dropping your forehead on his shoulder. “I can’t do this.”
He squeezes your arms. “Yes, you can.”
“No, I can’t. They’re going to eat me alive.”
If not for being the new girl, then certainly because your boyfriend was, actually, once major shareholder of the company when he was seventeen and no, it doesn’t matter that he was just a figurehead and Lucius was actually pulling the strings—it still happened and Tim worked closely with the company for several years after. And then, of course, it will also be because your boyfriend is the adoptive son of the man who owns the actual company.
Even if you waited before joining, even if you actually applied for the position! Yes, applied! Contrary to what a few tabloids are saying right now, you did not go up to Tim (or Bruce, depending on which gossip column you’re reading) and demand the job. You went through the same channels as absolutely anyone else would.
Tim ducks his head to press a kiss to your neck. You can’t help your shiver and you know he feels it by the way he smiles against your skin. “No, they won’t. That’s my job. They can’t take that away from me.”
“Now is so not the time—”
He laughs, pulling away; you do the same to look at him.
“You’re going to be fine, gorgeous. You had Linda and Iris regularly pressing you these last few weeks and you did very well with them. Not to mention your last two jobs…”
You purse your lips.
“Two years with Quickstart Enterprises,” he lists. “Two more with the Justice League. Still bitter you picked them over the Titans, by the way.”
“They were more hardcore. Sorry.”
“Well, see? You and the rest of the team had to salvage the League’s image after each alien invasion or otherwise massive destruction committed during a mission and you guys did it. I mean, the publicity campaign you came up with was brilliant, you know that, right? Support was the highest it’s ever been while you were there.”
Right… In an effort to better the League’s image with the public after a particularly nasty fight that left multiple city blocks destroyed and more questions about the relevancy of the team, you decided the more prominent League members needed to create more solid images for themselves, that way each time the public or news saw them, it wasn’t always about the latest incident that brought their presence in. To do this, they needed to pick something to sponsor or support and start showing for it. Superman took an interest in accessibility to education, Wonder Woman focused on preserving wildlife and ecosystems, along with world landmarks, and Batman—with immense detail and planning to abide by his stiff rule not to be seen before the masses—focused on rehabilitation programs.
It brought in a lot of good coverage as more Leaguers agreed to do it and it did help. Helped a lot. Not to say those in the League were not helping, of course, either suited up in their own cities or with their public personas, but that was the issue. The League was capable of much more destruction collectively than individually and the public didn’t know that Batman was funding hundreds of programs to help impoverished communities in Gotham, mostly because he did that as Bruce Wayne and that connection would never be made known.
But that was the job. And you did it. Excellently. You would’ve stayed on for a little while longer but then you got kidnapped towards the end and that just wasn’t fun.
(Fortunately, however, there was a clause in your signing contract that states that in the event of a kidnapping, the League is obligated to rescue you.
Fair is fair, you think, for helping maintain their image and ensure that the UN doesn’t pull the plug and that the public doesn’t completely despise them.)
And of course, if you managed to survive working with the League and being kidnapped because of that work, then you should be entirely prepared to take on Wayne Enterprises. It should be chump change, if anything, but again, you go in with preconceived notions about yourself and your reputation. Not so great.
But would you back out?
No way.
“I believe in you,” he murmurs, his gaze warm and reassuring. “All of us do. You know Steph does.”
A pause, everything falling silent, save for the snores coming from the guest bedroom, where Steph is asleep.
“I’m not missing your first day at WE,” she had said the night before. “So, you better wake me up before you leave.”
He grins a bit teasingly at a particularly loud snore. “Like a train, right?”
“Like you’re any better.”
“I am not that loud.”
“What is it with me and attracting people who snore?”
Honestly.
“Speaking of, you know Wally and Linda believe in you. You can do this. It’s just ‘cause it’s the first day. Get through it and everything will be better.”
Which is true. You know that. Have been repeating that in your head as today approached and your nerves grew in intensity.
But everything is easier in theory than in practice.
“I know,” you whisper, closing your eyes. “I know.”
You can hear the smile in his voice when he speaks next. “That’s why I’m here. Why we’re all here.”
“To knock some sense into me?”
“To do that gently,” he chuckles.
“I don’t know. I might need the force.”
“Well, I can call Damian if you want.”
“I don’t need that much force… on a scale, maybe something like Linda.”
“It’s good thing she and Wally are going to be here soon for breakfast, then.”
For the same reason Steph spent the night and Tim dragged himself out of bed—for your first day of work.
For you.
You pull him into a hug, overwhelmed at the thought and not at all caring about wrinkling your clothes. You can fix that. But this… this needs to be made known.
“I love you.”
He squeezes you—gently, trying to mitigate any wrinkles, and the thought makes your heart swell with unbridled love—and kisses your temple.
“I love you. We all do.”
And isn’t that something?
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" Like a cinnamon roll " - Batfam x Little Sister!Reader
Request: Can I request a batfamily hc with an adopted little batsis who is younger than Damian pls? She's a cute little cinnamon roll and gets spoiled by her rich ansd supportive family.
A/N: (Ignore the tittle and image, I have no ideas) Thank you for the request!! And... I DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO UPLOAD THIS 😓😭😓💔💔💔 I'M SO SORRY
It's short, yes ok, I admit it. But at least I uploaded thiss! And I'm also sorry if this isn't written the way you want, I'm sorry.
As usual. This Au is a combination of headcanons, comics, video games, series and wattpad, so not everything will be canon.
TW: nothing? no canon
Dick Grayson / Nightwing
he loves you.
but he hardly has time to spend.
I think he is one of those brothers who lift you up in their arms as a tender greeting. (💗)
"What? I thought kids liked cereal for dinner…"
Don't take this the wrong way, he would like to have time to spend with you, but he has a VERY tight schedule…
Dick would be very protective and he would do everything possible so that you don't have any trauma (or something like that).
He is one of the charismatic brothers, always making you smile with his bad jokes.
And obviously always being by your side as a brother.
If you ever have a bad relationship with Bruce, Dick would cure those daddy issues for you. 🫶
Always giving you life lessons...
Dick would take you out for a walk in the afternoons (if he had time) to have a shake or ice cream.
Jason Todd / Red hood
okey, just let me.
"You want a beer, kid?"
I guess you hardly ever have interaction with each other.
yk, he has daddy issues x100
Jason is one of the brothers who sits you in front of the TV, puts on some cartoon and leaves you there while he does something.
He simply found out about your existence from the news that Bruce Wayne adopted another little girl or Dick told him.
Once he met you and saw how sweet, kind and innocent, he said to himself: "Time to be a good big brother."
Jason would be very overprotective of you, he wouldn't want anything to happen to you.
Sometimes he starts to think and goes blank when he thinks that you are going to be a teenager and have a partner who will hurt you.
He already planned different ways to kill them. Even if they are aliens.
Despite his tough and stern attitude, he also shows his emotional and tender side with you.
Tim Drake / Red Robin
It's a good brotherly relationship between you, honestly.
Tim, seeing you, so innocent and sweet, decided to be your biggest guardian. (Although there is Alfred as your "protector", but he wants to do it anyway)
Tim would help you with science, geography, math and whatever homework you need.
He may be a coffee addict, but he wouldn't give you coffee even if he was threatened with death. You are very small.
"ALFRED! Y/N ACCIDENTALLY DRINK FROM MY COFFEE MUG AND NOW LOOKS LIKE A DAMN ZOMBIE!!" (like you, fucking brum brum)
Forget what I say...
Support for you... whenever he feels like it.
Nah just kidding, he's very good to you, he loves you.
He would scold you, yes, but then he sees that you are angry with him, he feels bad now.
Cassandra Cain / Orphan
Cass would just be so sweet to you 😭
#bestbigsisterinthefuckingworld
She always makes sure you get anywhere safely and eat all your meals.
I feel like it would be two kinds of big sisters every time you get angry with her because you scolded her… It depends on her mood.
Like like. You go to your room, yell at her and close the door forcefully, she would be sad for your scream and feel bad about herself. BUT, in another case she may simply not care and yell back at you. "FINE!"
But you always return to being the united sisters you always were.
Very sweet, she will always be your support and is always giving you love.
She's someone who takes everything seriously, because you know. So...
If they insult you, let me tell you, she will give any child a death glare. Oh, and she would accuse those children to their parents.
Damian Wayne / Robin
NO INSPO WITH HIM, SORRY DAMIAN FANS, I LOVE YOU
At first he would be like: "And who is this..."
First, you must spend a lot of time with him so that he can trust you and that you are not some spy. /jk
Dami is a very mature boy for his age, so I don't think they do the typical jokes between brothers.
Although, he likes to make you laugh with bad jokes that he copied from Dick.
Damian is not so good at "cohabit" with small children or those his age, but he would try with you.
He would also be a very protective brother, like a faithful guardian.
At first there would be a bit of misunderstanding between him and bruce, but it was later resolved once he liked you.
It would help you with nightmares (if you have them), allow you to go into his room and sleep with him.
A good brother once you know him well. He loves you.
Duke Thomas / The Signal
I think he would also be a very sweet and loving brother.
I think he's one of those older brothers who lifts your feet up to his and starts doing a silly, adorable little dance. Love him.
Sometimes he doesn't take you seriously because of how adorable you are.
I just imagined Duke having cuteness overload watching you try to help him in the kitchen or with his homework.
He would let you try your "makeups" on him, he doesn't care about the teasing, anything just to be your favorite big brother.
The tremendous scolding that kids who make fun of you get from Duke.
I feel like he would be very patient with you, always.
He finds it funny that anyone can bribe you with a simple chocolate or candy.
He would teach you how to play different games. Like football, he would celebrate every time you score a simple silly goal.
[If you like you can add more headcanons <3 || Divider not mine! You can find the user who did it in a reblog of my account!]
#🍓୧ ‧₊˚ Request answered! ⋅ ✮⋆˙#batfam#batfamily#batsiblings#batsis#nightwing#dick grayson#richard grayson#jason todd#red hood#tim drake#timothy drake#red robin#damian wayne#robin#hcs#dc#i love them#batkids
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DC fic recs
Bruce Wayne
no other shade of blue - @embrassemoi
so damn charming - @drifterbruce
dark knight and deep bruises - @spilledkauffie
pick a color - @defaulttwig
I won’t drown, Batman - @twinklelilstarkey
morning routine - @moonlitdesertdreams
Batmom
slice of life: cooking lessons - @ellana-ravenwood
jason todd and the haunted manor - ^^
all for us series masterlist - @the-daydreaming-show
her cafe - @reveluving
raising baby birds for dummies - @disgrays-on
at ease - @moonlitdesertdreams
“I want to see my little boy!” - @dragon-chica
long overdue - @apocalypse-shuffle
the circus - @imaginingmarvelandeverything
Batsis
"carrying the other one in their arms" - @ragingbookdragon
batsis meet the batboys - ^^
mercenary - @unofficial-jaytodd-wife
Poly!Jason Todd x reader x Roy Harper
pick me up - @rev-wrath
bedtime with the boys - @dccomicsimagines
Jason Todd
learning to love slowly (2) - @to-the-stars8 (there are like multiple parts for this so go read them, I linked this one tho cause its my favorite)
"things must be catastrophic if you're calling me at this hours" - @embrassemoi
of soup and snowstorms - @makethatelevenrings
one-shot (featuring dami and tim) - @veronica-17-hood (MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE FAVORITE FAVORITE WRTITEON THIS APP!!)
one-shot (featuring dami) - ^^
elopement - @dccomicsimagines
a baby in the family - @ellana-ravenwood
slumber party? - @moonlitdesertdreams
Poly!Damian Wayne x reader x Jon Kent
blurb #18 - @quillsareswords
myo pizza night - @unmotivatedwrit3r
Damian Wayne
cuddly damian - @ssak-i
what's a lock to a bat? - @unmotivatedwrit3r
gala with damian - @veronica-17-hood
protect you - @catxsnow
cutest softest damian thing ever - @quillsareswords (love all their writing!! It’s absolutely adorable)
“Don’t say a word about this” - @thesuperiorrobin
lipstick stains - ^^
my beloved - @glittering-moonlillie
Wally West
"hold still. this might sting a little." - @agentofkrypton
happy new years - @butwhyduh
Dick Grayson
cuddlebug - @ghost-soap (love all of their writing)
animal instinct - @cipheress-to-k-pop
much loved sister in law - @lazydoodlesandfanfic
Cassandra Cain
the girlfriend theives - @spvilers
Tim Drake
one-shot - @veronica-17-hood
Roy Harper
tired - @rev-wrath
#dc fic rec#bruce wayne x reader#Bruce Wayne fic recs#dick grayson x reader#dick grayson fic recs#jason todd x reader#jason todd fic recs#tim drake x reader#tim drake fic recs#damian wayne x reader#damian wayne x reader x jon kent#cassandra cain x reader#batmom#batmom fic recs#batsis#batfam x reader#wally west x reader#jason todd x reader x roy harper
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DCU Masterlist (2024)
General
Oneshots
"A Sisters Love" ( x Platonic! Batsis! Reader )
@cipheress-to-k-pop
You realize you have a lot to learn about yourself outside of your little brother, Damian’s, shadow.
"Ohana, Bitch!" ( x Platonic! Batsis! Reader )
@cipheress-to-k-pop
No summary provided
"Call Mom" ( x Platonic! Batmom! Reader )
@cipheress-to-k-pop
No summary provided
Dick Grayson
Oneshots
"Animal Instinct" ( x Platonic! Damian Wayne )
@cipheress-to-k-pop
No summary provided
"Wedding Mishap"
@cipheress-to-k-pop
No summary provided
Headcanons
Dick Grayson when his Future child comes to the Present
@cipheress-to-k-pop
Damian Wayne
Oneshots
"Animal Instinct" ( x Platonic! Reader ) ( x Dick Grayson )
@cipheress-to-k-pop
No summary provided
"Trust Takes Time" ( x Platonic! Batmom! Reader )
@lazydoodlesandfanfic
Damian is very closed of to batmom, and she is just trying to get close to him. One day, he has a bad day and he tells batmom everything because there’s no one else there.
Headcanons
Damian Wayne x GN!Superpowered!Kyle!Reader
@cipheress-to-k-pop
Damian Wayne when his Future child comes to the Present
@cipheress-to-k-pop
Damian Wayne with a Muslim S/O
@cipheress-to-k-pop
Bruce Wayne
Oneshots
"The Reveal"
@toastedkiwi
No summary provided
Headcanons
Bruce Wayne when his Future child comes to the Present
@cipheress-to-k-pop
Conner Kent
Headcanons
Conner Kent when his Future child comes to the Present
@cipheress-to-k-pop
Jason Todd
Oneshots
"DIY Nerf Gun"
@cipheress-to-k-pop
No summary provided
"Curls"
@cipheress-to-k-pop
No summary provided
Headcanons
Jason Todd when his Future child comes to the Present
@cipheress-to-k-pop
Tim Drake
Headcanons
Tim Drake when his Future child comes to the Present
@cipheress-to-k-pop
Roy Harper
Headcanons
Roy Harper when his Future child comes to the Present
Wally West
Headcanons
Wally West when his Future child comes to the Present
@cipheress-to-k-pop
Arthur Curry
Oneshots
"When World’s Collide" ( Marvel Crossover )
@fanficimagery
Imagine leaving New York behind after a messy breakup, only to return five years later. Your old friends are happy, if a little nervous for any possible drama, but everything turns out well when they realize you're doing very well for yourself.
#masterlist#fanfic recommendation#dcu#gen fic#dick grayson#damian wayne#bruce wayne#conner kent#jason todd#roy harper#tim drake#wally west#arthur curry
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𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥.
𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐔𝐬: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 (you are there) - 8 - Epilogue.
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: In the 2010s, things aren't going well... not at all, with more people on the cast of The Wayne's Show, more problems are piling up for the matriarch of the family.
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(𝐬): Bruce Wayne x ScarletWitch!Reader; Jason Todd x Batmom!Reader; Dick Grayson x Batmom!Reader; Tim Drake x Batmom!Reader.
English is not my first language, please be patient.
𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Okay people, my plan for this history for the moment is one more chapter and then the epilogue. I still plan to expand the ScarletWitch! Batmom!, so tell me if you are interested in more stories within this same world.
Now, we will see each other next year and I wish you all a happy new year. I hope you enjoy this chapter and I wish you only the best. 💞💞💞💞
𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭: @some-lovely-day @simonsbluee @yuki-chan23 @miyakana @myst3batz @otchae @d3m0n8ch1ld @marsenbie @mynameisnotlaura @igotmessymind @andieperrie18 @randomboostsofmotivation @totallynotme420 @igotmessymind
“Look, we've all been there, right?” you expressed to the cameraman, sitting in the interview chair, laughing a little, pretending to be as calm as possible“Letting our fear and anger get the best of us, intentionally expanding the borders of the false world we created to protect our children” you smiled at the camera casually as the cameraman recalled the chaos before everyone was sucked into the anomaly.
You were in your bed lying down, with the sheets covering up to your head, with no intention of leaving soon. Dick and Jason found themselves standing in the doorway of the room looking at me. Or at least Jason was looking at you. Dick looked at his younger sister, as the knowledge that he had avoided him these days finally hit him. Now his age within the anomaly matched his actual age, his mind no longer confused by the contradictions of his own existence or his surroundings.
“I mean, is it really a dramatic situation? Yes, it is” you waved your hand while speaking to the camera “Does that mean the Show shouldn't go on? No, the Show must always go on. An increase in residents in what is supposed to be a safe sanctuary does not mean that the sanctuary is less safe-- right?”
“Should we wake her up?” Jason asked his older brother, turning to look at him when he didn't get an immediate answer to find him staring at him with an unreadable expression on his face. He looked at him with wide eyes, analyzing him in detail, something he had never seen his brother do before “¡¡Dick!!” he called, leaning a little towards him causing Dick's reflexes to kick in and snap him out of his reverie, to look away from him and look at where you were supposed to be.
“This room wasn't yours?” was the first thing that Dick caught as he stopped being fascinated by the appearance of his younger brother, who was now eighteen in that ideal world, to look at the room where it was now apparently your room, that had previously been Jason's room and where they had spent the night a few episodes ago.
“No, it's mom's” Jason clarified, now being the one who was staring at him, trying to figure out what was happening to his older brother for a few seconds before giving up, he could think about that another time, he had priorities “What do we do?” he asked finally looking back at your figure hidden under all the sheets.
“I'm not sure” Dick admitted, allowing all his attention to return to how to help you out of there.
“Well, think of something” Jason demanded, to which his brother looked offended.
“Why do I have to think of something?” he asked, confused, realizing that both of them still followed in one way or another the idea of the rowdy and entertaining brother duo that you had marked at the beginning of the Show.
“Well, you're the one that wished had spent more time with me” Jason's voice rang in Dick's ears.
“What?” he asked, turning pale at that statement. Jason looked at him concerned.
“I said: you're the one who told me we should sneak out and go get more candy for Halloween” Jason repeated himself, watching his brother tense at his words, “Dick, what's wrong with me?”
“What?” he asked Dick again, already completely unsure of what he was hearing his younger brother say.
“Oh lord, give me patience” Jason sighed, resigned to Dick's total disconnection with reality, he seemed to be over the moon that day “I asked you: What's wrong with you, Dick?” he spoke again clearing Dick's worried mind that he realized how weird he must be behaving from the boy's point of view.
“It hasn't been my best week” Dick spoke to the camera sitting in the same interview chair you had occupied “I went back to being a child, went through puberty a second time and became independent of my family, all in less than four days, but I still don't know how the washing machine is supposed to be used and to be honest I've never seen one in the mansion” he thought a bit before correcting himself “I've never really seen more than five rooms in this mansion, but that's not It doesn't matter at this point”
“How is this supposed to be my responsibility?” he asked, getting back into the groove of the situation and pointing around.
“It was your idea” Jason told him as if that justified everything.
“Of course, the only time you decide to listen to me is when I encourage you to do something you shouldn't, and now it's my fault you gave our mom a mental breakdown” he said sarcastically.
“Exactly” Jason replied.
“Basically” you whispered from under the sheets, causing the audience to laugh. “Mommy is fine, darlings, she's just resting her eyes. Don't worry and go play with your console”
“Mrs. Wayne, are you coming down soon?” Roy appeared from behind both, Jason and Dick made room for the redhead to see himself on camera “The game is freaking out” The boy lifted the modern console control, which in a second became a version of the nineties, then in the eighties. Then it became a card game that almost fell out of the boy's hands. “Oh, look, I win” Roy celebrated by showing the winning game of cards to Jason and Dick. The brothers simply looked at each other as the audience laughed.
“As punishment for my reckless evening” Explain “I plan on taking a quarantine-style staycation. A whole day just to myself” You nodded slightly to yourself “That'll show me”
I sighed heavily as you realized that your day of rest couldn't continue unless it provided your kids with a distraction, so you lifted the sheets and blankets off their shoulders to get up. We quickly noticed that you are still wearing the costume from the day before and sighed tiredly. That wasn't supposed to happen, you put your hands to your face in frustration and briefly considered just staying in that position for the rest of the year and let the kids find something else to do.
“Why aren't you going to ask your father for help? I'm sure he has some solution” You suggested them with the best cheerful tone you could generate without taking your hands off your face.
“Okay, let's go” Roy said, starting to close the door to your room before Dick and Jason could move, forcing them out of the room and leaving you alone.
While the three boys discussed the rules of the card game sitting on the couch, You went downstairs with the worst pajama excuse you'd ever worn. Jason and Roy were very much into their argument about how many points each had, but Dick watched you carefully as you went down the stairs, and we crossed the room to the kitchen, he quietly got up from his place and followed you with a worried look. Since your son had entered your life he had never seen you leave your room without dressing fully in the morning, you said it was a way to start the day on the right foot and that it pushed you to look for something to do even on the worst days. But now you were wearing pajamas and an old robe, with stockings and slippers. He doubted that will drive you to do much more than go into another nervous breakdown and take a nap.
In the kitchen, under the watchful but subtle gaze of your eldest, you pulled a bottle of milk from the refrigerator, you put it on the countertop while looking for a container, spoon and cereal box. But when you turned around, Dick watched as the plastic container turned into a cardboard container with a photo of a missing child on the side, in the same way that he had changed the control of the console until it became the cards. You turned over with your objects on hand to notice the same thing, but you didn't give it importance by deciding that it was just an invention made by your tired mind, ignoring that your son looked surprised at the milk. You simply poured yourself the cereal and went to put the milk in it, but while holding it the cardboard container became an old glass bottle, which this time did catch your attention. The inscriptions on the sides of the glass changed between black and white a couple of times in a few seconds. You lifted a tablespoon of the cereal with milk and sniffed it, looking for some sign of some substance that was causing that reaction. There was nothing.
“Yeah, I'm not sure what that's about” You confessed to the interviewee, almost as confused as he was about the situation “It's probably just a case of the Mondays” you laughed “Am I Right?” You said before returning to your thoughtful expression without realizing that the camera showed your change of expression.
Tim crawled through a ventilation duct that led from the Batcave to Wayne Manor's yard, the same one Bruce had instructed him to use before entering the anomaly. His backpack felt particularly heavy, not because they had something really heavy in it, but because he felt that by moving that object from his sacred place he had disrespected your family, but your husband had insisted that that would be the only one that could wake you up from your own spell and that he must use it. He looked at the small screen on his wrist where the maps he had to follow are projected, there were a few meters left for him to turn left, then it was all straight until the rise to the surface.
“Yeah, I'm not great at this gig” Barry Allen scratched the back of his neck nervously, his interview was taking place in Wayne Manor's garden, he was dressed in gardener's overalls “I have to be honest, it doesn't really speak to my skill set” admittedly.
In the garden, Alfred watched in horror as the sprinter ruined at the speed of light (literally) the plants he had so carefully grown over the years.
“I tried to get assigned as a butler's assistant, but for some reason Alfred doesn't like that idea very much” the redhead explained.
The card game was gone and now Roy and Jason were playing modern video games without problem, you entered the room with Dick a few steps behind you.
“Have you seen your dad?” You asked your children while you chewed your cereal.
“No, we didn't find it,” Dick said behind you.
"No, it's not his entrance yet," Roy explained without giving too much importance to his words, to which your two children looked at him bewildered, but the redhead continued with his video games.
“Honey” your husband appeared from the stairs.
“Now it's his entrance” Roy explained in a brief whisper to Jason, trying to help his friend's confusion but only helping to leave him with more questions.
“Here you are, my love” Bruce said into the room “Honey, I think Alfred is about to kill the new gardener that your assistant hired” He expressed concern to you as he approached you.
“Alfred?” Dick asked, hopeful at the mention of the butler.
“New gardener? ” Jason asked, confused because he had never seen anyone in the house apart from the family, you didn't like strangers in your house. Why would you now have to hire a stranger from the outside to take care of the plants if they were taken care of with the help of your magic?
“Assistant?” You asked with your mouth full of cereal, confused what your husband meant.
“Ms. Wayne” a voice behind you spoke, totally stunned.
“AHH!!” You screamed in fright, jumping in place and looking at the stranger who had appeared in your house out of nowhere, which in other circumstances would not be so rare but now was definitely rarer than usual.
“My name is Zatanna Zatara” the sorceress presented herself to the camera that interviewed her standing in the courtyard, at the same point that Barry had been interviewed “Mrs. Wayne assigned me the position of her personal assistant and apprentice sorceress” she explained with a mischievous smile.
“I hope you woke up on the right side of the bed today, Mrs. Wayne” the girl smiled happily “I see that we chose a chic stay-in-the-house look for today, I love it” I speak to you without thinking much about how now your pajamas were covered in milk and cereals because of the leap you had made.
“Thank you” You replied confused as you wiped some milk from your cheeks.
“But I'm afraid the neighbors will arrive at any time, so it should be better to put something more suitable for sights” she expressed to you happily, passing casually by you in the direction of the stairs. “I prepared your outfit for the day, so you don't have to worry about anything” she explained before disappearing from the scene.
“¿Guests?” Ask yourself out loud in confusion. There should be no guests, either now or within any subsequent episode.
“What guests?” Jason asked.
“You invited the Board of Neighbors to lunch today, honey” your husband explained sweetly as Zatanna walked away with a jump of excitement in his wake. Assistant Sunshine and Grumpy Boss, that was an interesting plot, but you hadn't planned it, you didn't really know because you had an assistant, you didn't even have a job at Show, or at least an established one, the family just had money. Thinking about it a little was probably the most realistic point of the whole thing.
“Neighbor Board?!” you asked somewhat terrified of what that meant, turned to see Bruce with a panicked expression, and he just kept calm, as always, they are about to give you reassuring words when the doorbell rings.
DING DONG. DING DONG.
“Oh, no” Jason said observing the mess in the room, there were still cards lying on the floor even though the games had returned to normal, there were still cereals on the floor and in your hair, and your pajamas were not bad but definitely not the right thing for how important the guests would be. It was always important when there were guests, because no one could enter the house just because.
“Mrs. Wayne” Barry appreciated from the doors to the courtyard having suddenly blown papers into the room as a sign of his excessive speed “I Finish with the garden” He said proudly and pointed at the windows. The table for the guests was located between several unevenly cut trees and Alfred's roses were shaken as if a hurricane had passed by him, throwing most of their petals into the grass causing everything to be a disaster.
“Guests are here, Master Bruce” Alfred said, appearing down the corridor to the stairs with a group of people behind it, blocking your escape exit. Clack, Diana, Hal, Arthur, Oliver and Victor played the role of the Neighborhood Board, or at least part of it; you wouldn't be surprised if more people showed up.
“Ahh” you squealed before disappearing with a puff of magic leaving everyone confused.
Roy, the only one who had not been paying attention to the scene, saw how the Plasma TV, became a small and very square television of the eighties, and then became a black and white.
“Mrs. Wayne has been under a lot of stress lately” Zatanna explained to the interviewer, while also showing how she organized the guests and took them to the garden “That is why it is very important that I learn to handle situations like these without any magic in order to release the burden from her shoulders” When they arrived at the garden, the guests were a little puzzled by the appearance of the place.
“We have a new gardener” Zatanna explained to the guests, trying to disguise.
“Seems enthusiastic” Clark said, trying to ease the situation with a joke, Diana punched his rib and Oliver laughed.
“I'm not very good at it” Zatanna admitted.
While the guests began to talk, Zatanna used her magic as sneakily as possible to arrange the place, leaving the guests a little puzzled by the sudden change of appearance of the courtyard.
“But I give the best of myself” Zatanna smiled brightly at the camera, just seconds before letting the duress fall, and looked worried at someone behind the camera. “This is not going to work, the child has to hurry” expressed, with worry and frustration as the plants behind her blink and change styles jumped between decades.
“Just follow the script” Constantine's voice from behind the camera said to which Zatanna sighed in defeat before smiling again in her role.
Tim pushed the grid up hard, until the rusty screws of it gave way and the metal rose from the place it had occupied. A ray of sunshine hit his eyes at this moment, the grid was so covered with grass and dirt that he hadn't let in any light, so the boy had to comfort himself a little in place as he adjusted. It had already been several days since he had been in the outside world. When he was able to open his eyes without feeling upset by pushing the vent aside, he heard it fall into the grass in a thud, and then he finally stuck his head out.
His mind immediately noticed the change of everything. He took a moment to hide his head under the surface of the ground again, inside the tunnels. The smell of metal, he could hear his own breath clearly, he felt the sweat stuck to his back, and the cold surrounded him inside the tunnel; But once he took his head out, he felt as if all the grime he had burned crawling in the tunales vanished from his body, he felt clean, his clothes became comfortable, soft and smelled freshly washed, the weight of his backpack no longer mastaged on his back, a soft background background music came from an unknown place, smelled of fresh apples, the kind Alfred cut and took to his room when he stayed late in the mansion, the breeze was refreshing and the birds sang happily around him.
“Do not let yourself fall into the loop, that place will show you everything you may want so you let it be in control ” Bruce had warned him before separating “The anomaly has only one goal, to contain t/n and keep her away from reality, you have to use that to your advantage”
Tim shook his head, pushing away the feeling of wanting to stay in the grass, calm looking around without a disturbing problem, and stood outside the tunnels. He quickly began to move and did not walk long before he could see the mansion from the edge of the forest, And from there he began to take out of the windows his goal, to leave the party behind, moving away from where the Show usually took place, to areas that weren't shown.
“Can't have let him go very far” He whispered to himself after a few minutes of searching. It was at that moment that he began to recognize little by little his surroundings, remembering having seen somewhere that small clearing, and the trees that were in the middle and that small stone path. He stopped in his tracks when he saw it.
He had seen many pictures of Jason in the time he had spent at Wayne Manor. At first, he had been surprised, it was clear that the death of the boy still weighed heavily on your marriage and a part of him had expected that all traces of the boy had been erased from the house in an attempt to return to normal. A few years ago, when his maternal grandmother had died, his parents had used that technique to spare her mother more stress and stress. Any mention of the woman in his home usually ended in punishment, his father angry and his mother in a crying mess. But on the contrary, the boy might have assumed that your youngest child was still alive and in the house, if it weren't for the grave with his name on the small cemetery on the property, located next to Bruce's parents' and which you visited almost daily. His photos were still located in most areas of major use of the house, elegantly framed in your office or Bruce's, held by a magnet in the refrigerator in the kitchen, above the fireplace next to all the other family paintings. He had noticed that the only place he had never seen anything as a boy was in the cave, probably because the weight of the suit inside the glass case was too much and adding an image of his face wouldn't let either of them set foot in the spot.
Even though he knew exactly what Jason Todd had looked like when he died, at just fifteen, it took him a while to absorb his presence. It probably had to do with the fact that this Jason I was looking at was actually older than the real Jason had never been. Finally clicked into his mind where he was, the same point where the first scene of the show had happened, and Jason was sitting under the same tree where he had been standing when he had made his first appearance on the show. He was unaware of his movement, coming out of the bushes and heading towards where the boy was sitting under a tree, reading a book quietly. The curiosity was greater and when he realized he was already too close to him, the baby-blue eyes stopped reading to look at him confused.
“Hey” Jason greeted him, looking at him strangely but strangely calm despite the complete stranger standing in front of him in his house. Tim blinked out of his reverie before moving uncomfortably in place, not often to do with his hands suddenly.
“Hello” he greet with an awkward wave of hand, quickly acknowledging what I needed to do “The butler let me pass” He clarified, acting as if that should explain everything for Jason, although he knew he didn't really do it but he would in a few seconds, if everything went as Bruce had planned.
“All right” Jason replied, still confused. He knew for sure that if the boy was here, whoever he was, he wouldn't have gotten very far with bad intentions, you wouldn't have allowed it, but I still didn't understand where the boy had come from or why he was there, talking to him. He thought he didn't know him, so there was no reason he was talking to him. Or maybe he knew him? Jason wasn't sure about a lot lately, so it could be anything.
“For the anomaly to have stability and be successful, it must have a constant element” he remembered Bruce's words, as if he was still talking to him as he interacted with the anomaly.
“I'm Tim, Tim Drake” he explained .
“A pleasure, Tim” Jason smiled, still confused, but not forgetting his manners “I'm Jason” he introduced himself.
“I know” happy Tim, pretending to be confused himself “Professor Marts introduced us…” he saw how Jason frowned trying to remember, something that would surely be complicated considering that it had never happened “In literature class, he assigned you to help me with my report on Moby-Dick for my extra credit” He finished explaining and immediately felt the anomaly respond.
“Tim, right!!” Jason said as he remembered something that had never existed.
“If it is Jason who introduces you to the anomaly it will have no choice but to adapt to it, because all that keeps the anomaly works is Jason, it is the central point of the existence of the same” those had been Bruce's words and he had been right. Tim was now part of the anomaly and his mind was intact.
You were in the kitchen, sitting on one of the benches around the island with your head in your hands, your eyes closed in simple calm. Or at least that's how you wanted it, but circumstances weren't helping you.
“Love” Bruce called entering the room, walking directly towards you and putting a hand on your shoulder. “Are you okay?” at his question you quickly raise your head and smile as genuinely as possible.
“Yes, of course” you exaggerated, getting up from your seat “Everything was perfect. Let 's attend the guests” you said and quickly tried to walk past your husband to get out of the kitchen. But he grabbed your arm delicately, to stop you, and as he did he saw from the side how the refrigerator changed decade.
“Love, because you don't go upstairs and take a bath and relax” he offered sweetly as he brushed a strand of loose hair from your face before placing his hand on your cheek lovingly “And you wear something other than cereal covered pajamas” he pulled out a piece of cereal that was stuck in your robe. The audience laughed, but the laughter sounded bad, the highs were too high and the lows too low, and the speed was too much for its short duration. The kitchen island flickered and changed. You watched the object change with anguish, but Bruce's hands on your cheeks gently forced you to look at it again. “Hey” he called you gently and so the two of you were looking into each other's eyes “It's all good, you don't have to worry about anything, you just need to relax a bit” He assured you, then gently kissed your forehead and supported you on his chest hugging you. You closed your eyes and let the comfort of the position fill you up “I'll take care of everything” he whispered while subtly smelling your hair, as comfortable as you are in that situation.
For the first time in days you feel calm. Anxiety suddenly didn't weigh on your shoulders, you didn't need to keep up any appearances or try to make things a specific way.
“This last time has been hard on our family” you explained to the camera. “But now that Bruce is here and he plans to stay with me and the kids, maybe we can hold the house tighter and he'll help me keep the kids safe” You smiled softly, happy with the outcome of the day despite everything. “But before that, I need to feed the neighbors” He made a slightly exaggerated grin, but in keeping with the sitcom vibe “And I can't do that in my pajamas. Definitely not in pajamas”
Bruce pulled away from you after a few minutes of peace, smiling at you before grabbing your hand and leading you out of the kitchen, you stayed close to him, hugging his arm as they walked and resting your head on his shoulder (okay, his bicep, it was too high for your head to fall on his shoulder without you getting on a bench or something). It felt like when you were young, before you had kids, when you and Bruce had made your relationship official, dividing your time between being at Wayne Manor, cuddling and refusing to get out of bed whenever there was time available (and even sometimes when not), the BatCave and the Justice League Headquarters. That was before Darkseid's first visit to earth, before the Scarlet Witch died, and before your retirement from the League. Bruce's thumb moved gently over the skin of your wrist as the two of you walked across the room at a leisurely pace.
The sound of the voices of your children and guests chatting became close when you walked in front of the doors that led to the backyard, you easily recognized all of them, they were talking about trivial things, it seemed that Jason was talking about a school project, one of the last ones before university. You could tell without looking that Dick was a little tense with the conversation, his mind was at least. But you chalked it up to how protective he'd always been of Jason, plus he wasn't the only one at the idea of your youngest son running away from home, you understood that to a degree. You knew he wasn't going anywhere they were safe there. Your family was fine.
…
You stopped short at the sound that echoed through the garden. One laugh in particular. You knew that laugh very well, Bruce stopped a few steps in front of him, clearly recognizing the laugh as well, and his expression said it clearly.
“You brought him here” It wasn't a question, you spat it out like poison, glaring at your husband who refused to look at you for a few seconds before turning around to meet your fury. Bruce knew at that moment that it was the end, there would be no sweet way to end all of this, you wouldn't willingly walk out of there without a reality check and you wouldn't let Jason go without being shown that he was long gone. .
You let go of his hand, your eyes turned red from your magic and you stormed out of the garden gates.
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Hey!!! I love your writing and I want to request a Batfam where the reader (youngest sister) went into a coma and then wakes up after two months of many complications.
Sorry if the request sounds weird and unclear😅
Wait For You.
Summary: Whilst trying to protect your brother on a patrol, an explosive causes you to fall into a coma. Your brother stick by you through your recovery.
Warnings: Explosives, injury/blood, coma.
Word Count: 2k
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Things had gotten bad quickly. You and Tim were supposed to be out on an easy patrol. Gotham was quiet for once, so you and your older brother Tim decided to let your brothers have the night off for once. Oh boy was that a bad idea. You should have taken the unusual silence as a warning, as a huge red flag being waved right in front of your faces, but you were all too naive over the fact that patrol would be easy. But as soon as you had suited up and slipped out of your cave, shit hit the fan.
It started with two perfectly timed robberies on opposite sides of the city. You had to admit that you were slightly suspicious, but it wasn’t anything uncommon for a crime riddled city like Gotham and it was nothing you couldn’t handle, so you split off from your brother and went to deal promptly with the criminals before handing them off to the police to deal with. But then, as you were on the way to meet Tim, things got worse. The entire city lost power. One by one the street lights flickered off and the billboards shut down, plunging the city into complete darkness, besides the full moon that grinned down on the skyscrapers, but provided very little light to the ground.
“Red? You there?” You called out through the coms, hoping that the power outage hadn’t affected your signal.
There was a moment of gut-wrenching silence before the sound of his voice crackled through the static. The signal was compromised, but not enough so that the two of you couldn’t communicate with the rest of the cave. “I’m here. Where are you?”
“Near the Cauldron, making my way towards China Town.”
“Copy. I’ll meet you there, be careful Raven.”
“I’ll try.” You said, making your way through the derelict streets, heading towards the red bunting that hung above ChinaTown as another voice crackled through the coms.
“Patrol, this is Oracle. Can you hear us?”
You hummed.
“Good. We lost you for a moment when the power went out. What happened?”
“We’re not sure yet. I’m about to rendezvous with Red. We’ll see what we can find.”
“Alright. Stay on the line.”
“Copy.”
You rounded the corner where you saw Tim sprinting towards you. He gripped you tight and checked you over for any injuries.
“You okay?”
“Fine.” You nodded. “Any idea what happened?”
He shook his head. “No, but it can’t mean anything good. We were separated before this happened so this has definitely been planned. Someone is trying to separate us.”
“Yeah, but who?”
“I don’t know. We need to get looking and send for backup.”
“Oracle,” Tim voiced into his com “We’re gonna need some backup. Something’s definitely happening and we-”
A building to your left exploded, sending sparks of debris all around you with a plume of smoke.
“Raven run!” Tim yelled as more buildings began to collapse around you, forcing the two of you to run as fast as you could until you reached a small clearing and the sound of the explosions seemed to have stopped.
You skidded to a halt, trying to catch your breath and soothe the burn in your legs when you saw it. A small red light blinking rapidly just to Tim’s right. But he was facing the other way and there was no way he was going to see it and get out of the way. The light flashed faster and faster as you dove forwards, knocking your brother out of the way with a shout of his name.
You tackled him out of the way and onto the concrete just before the explosive detonated just inches away from where he was standing. The force of it sent the two of you flying across the asphalt. You let out a small scream that was cut short by the pain that radiated across your body; cuts and blistering burns that had managed to burn their way through parts of your suit before your head collided with the ground and everything went blank.
Tim hauled himself to his feet, scanning the ash filled sky and limping towards where he had seen your body get flung to. His heart stopped when he saw you laying bloody and unconscious on the ground.
“Raven!” He cried, picking up his pace and falling just short of your side. Crawling the rest of the way, he gripped your suit, noting the sticky red that seeped slowly into your hair. “No. No. Raven wake up.”
He patted your face urgently, but you did not stir; you lay limp in his arm, your head lolling on the ground as he tried to shake you awake. “No. Not like this, Raven come on!”
He was crying now, his tears leaving little trails where they had washed away all of the soot that had landed on his face. He placed his head to your chest to listen to your shallow breathing before hauling you onto his lap. He was injured too, and the motion hurt him greatly, but he brushed it aside as he clung to you. “Open your eyes Y/N! Please!” He sobbed.
“NO!” He nearly jumped out of his skin when someone lay a gloved hand on your shoulder, pulling you closer to his chest as his head whipped around. His eyes met the blue of Dicks domino mask.
“What happened!” He asked, alerted by the sight of your bloody frame lying limp in his brother's arms.
“Another explosion. She-” Tim couldn’t speak. It was like his body had forgotten how to function.
Dick nodded, grimacing slightly before calling to Jason over his shoulder. “Hood, call B. Get him to send emergency evac and tell him to prepare the medbay.
He nodded, pailing at the sight of you.
“Red, you need to let her go.” Dick told Tim.
“No.” He repeated. “No it’s my fault I can’t.”
“Timmy, we need to get her to help and we need to get you checked out too.”
He shook his head, clutching you closer.
“Robin.”
Damian made his way over, lifting his brother's arms away from you and holding him back as Dick lifted you carefully to rush you back to the cave.
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You were still not awake.
Two months had slowly dragged by and you were still lifeless. You didn’t move; not even a twitch of a hand. You just lay there, your chest rising and falling steadily. If Tim, who refused to leave your side most of the time, could get the image of your fragile body out of his head, he might have thought you were sleeping.
Most of your wounds had healed well and all of your stitches had been removed recently, but your skin was still scarred and littered with a few bandages to cover the nasty burns, but for the most part your body had healed.
But then there were all of the tubes and the vigilantes honestly weren’t sure what was worse; seeing you covered in bandages, or seeing you hooked up to a network of tubes that were keeping you alive. Your IV rack sat next to your bed. They had moved you there not long after you had been treated. They knew how much you hated being in the hospital and Damian had insisted that they move you. He had even threatened to do it on his own if no one helped.
Most days, they all took turns to watch over you, anticipating anything. Dreading the worst. Jason was by your side after forcing Tim to finally shower and catch some sleep, telling him that you wouldn’t want him to waste away like he was. But Tim couldn’t help it. Guilt was eating him up from the inside out. It didn’t take long for them to figure out the cause of the explosions. The Joker and Penguin had allegedly teamed up to kill Batman and the vigilantes. It was their plan all along to separate the five of you so that you were easier to take out, so when you and Tim regrouped they changed their plan and resorted to explosives and you had pushed him out of the way because he was too stupid to notice that there was something behind him and now you were unresponsive. His brothers had tried to tell him otherwise, but he was stubborn and spent all of his time sitting next to you. Dick practically had to drag him out of your room to get him to go to sleep.
Jason was holding one of your hands and awkwardly flicking through a book with the other as he read to you. He tended to do that alot to pass the time and to bring some comfort. He honestly didn’t know if you could hear him or not but he read anyway.
It was then that you groaned and he dropped the book in a second. Leaning closer to you he could see that you were scrunching your face up slightly, bringing your eyebrows downwards.
“Little wing?” He whispered gently.
His heart leapt when he felt your fingers twitch ever so slightly under his and for a moment he thought that you were going to open your eyes but you stilled again. However after watching for a moment, Jason leapt out of his chair and ran downstairs to tell your family.
When he reached the cave, he was met by a very upset looking Tim and a frustrated Damian, who was trying to convince his older brother to go back to bed.
“Why the hell aren’t you with her?!” Tim snapped “You can’t just leave her on her own-”
“She moved.”
~
You could hear voices but you couldn’t see. Everything was dark but you could hear the familiar tones of their voices murmuring across the room. You urged your eyes to open, but they felt like they were glued shut and then taped over.
“Come on kid. You can do it.” You heard from somewhere.
You fought against yourself, willing for your eyes to open or for your body to move. And then your finger twitched. And then another.
“Did you see that!?” Damian exclaimed, pointing to your hand.
You then managed to move your head ever so slightly to the left, eliciting many excited gasps as your brothers crowded round, willing for you to wake up. Ever since Jason had seen you first move you had been making quick progress in your recovery. Your body began to respond to their touch or to their voice, but you had never seemingly moved on your own until now.
“Open your eyes, little wing. You can do it.” Tim. You knew without even seeing him.
Tim. You realised suddenly. He was okay.
And then you did it, you finally managed to crack your eyes open slightly only to be assaulted by the light. You blinked as you adjusted to it, the blurring figures in front of you finally coming into focus.
“There she is.” Dick smiled.
“Hey y/n/n.” Tim said. You noticed he was holding your hand and rubbing circles on the back of it with his thumb.
You moved your mouth to try and speak, but you struggled to form the words.
“Take your time.” Damian propted gently.
You tried again, managing to push a hoarse whisper out with a little smile. “Hi.”
The five of your brothers lit up with the biggest smiles that had in forever as they fussed over you, helping to ease you up and to pull you into their embrace. Glad to have their little sister back with them again.
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Love me for eternity
Paring(s): Tim drake x wife! Reader, Dick Grayson x sister-in-law! reader
Warning(s): love, first love type of love, kinda sad backstop ig
Genre: fluffy
Summary: y/n faked her death to protect her husband, Tim and their son s/n only to have them find her again 17 years later.
Word bank: y/n- your name, s/n- your sons name
"Dad please just listen to me!" S/n whisper yelled at Tim as he walked behind him, through the hall of the warehouse. "I have to tell you something very important. And I know for a fact your gonna love it."
"S/n... can this please just wait until we're out of this creepy warehouse?" Tim sighed heavy as he continued to walk down the halls, S/n following close behind. "Dad-" S/n could barely finish speaking before he walked into Tim's back. He stared ahead of Tim and saw Dick standing in front of one of the doors, a shocked pale look upon his face.
Dick turned around and patted Tim on the shoulder before mumbling out, "Ah...., You may want to take this one..." He sat down on the cold floor and leaned against the wall. "Oh boy..."
Tim just rolled his eyes before pulling out his Bo staff and heading towards the door, S/n right on his heels. "Woah! Dad, could you put the staff away please?" Tim just ignored his son and pushed through the door before freezing in his place.
His eyes were wide, as he stared at who was behind the door. His long-lost love. His flower. his darling wife. His beautiful Y/n, who he had thought he had lost forever. His Bo staff had fallen from his grip and made contact with the hard floor; his words stuck in his throat. S/n and Dick stood behind him, unsure of what to do or say.
"I know what your gonna say Tim..." Y/N stared sadly at Tim as she spoke. "How could I have done this? Stay away all these years, and why didn't I come back to you? To our son?" She weakly pointed at S/n who was still behind Tim, trying to keep her tears at bay. "I-I had to do this Tim.... it was for your own safety.... our son's safety." Tim heard all her words but didn't listen and just walked towards her.
Y/n backed away as she saw Tim walking towards her. "I know that I left you to raise S/n alone.... but I thought he be better off without me..." Her back hit the wall. "And I was wrong. I see that now, but...." Tim was now face to face with her now. "Oh, stop being so Tim, Tim.... Go on... shout! Scream! say something!" Tears fell from her eyes as Tim gently placed his hand on her cheek. She gasped quietly.
Tim's eyed were soft as a small, pained smile filled his lips as he gently held her cheek. "You're as beautiful as the day I lost you..." Y/n stared shocked at Tim for a moment before her lips slowly met his and the sparks flew, just like how they did all those years ago. S/n smiled as he saw his parents finally together again. "They really are like eternal love...." he mumbled under his breathe just so only Dick could hear.
Dick held back tears in his own eyes as he watched his younger brother finally happy again. "Yea.... Those two could be apart for thousand years and still find a way back to each other.... their love never dying."
S/n just hummed as he watched his parents a little longer before turning to his uncle. He stood there dumb found as he watched Dick slowly letting his teats fall. "Ah... Uncle? You need a hug or something?" Dick looked at S/n before nodding, wiping away his fallen tears slowly.
"There, there" S/n patted Dick's back as he held back laughter. "Not a word of this to Jason, got it?" Dick threat as he sniffed. "Sure thing...."
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Fate: Winx Series
Intertwining: Sky x Reader
Playing Games: Sky x Reader
The Sun Fades Series
Betrothed In Alfea
Twilight
Romeo and ... Cullen?! l series: Jacob Black x Cullen!Reader
The Imprint or The Blood Singer l series: Edward Cullen x Black!Reader
You're My Monster: Jasper Hale x Swan!reader
You're My Love: Jasper Hale x Swan!reader
You're My Major: Jasper Hale x Swan!reader
You're My Forever: Jasper Hale x Swan!reader
You're My Eternal Love: Edward Cullen x Reader
Adore You: Embry Call x Reader
Breathe In: Cullen Family x Reader
Sunday Shenanigans: Embry Call x Reader
The Vampire Diaries/The Originals
Blacked Out: Kol Mikaelson x Reader
Cheater: Kol Mikaelson x Reader
Kol-Down: Kol Mikaelson x Reader
Hopeless: Klaus Mikaelson x Gilbert!reader
Imagine Meeting the Originals: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader
The Secret of The Mikaselsons: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader
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Y/N L/N and Ben Barnes being in Love for 10 minutes
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Thirst Tweets: Ben Barnes x Reader
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Children of Sun and Darkness: The Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader
The Weeklong Seminar Series
House Hunting: Billy Russo x Reader
Freezing: Ben Barnes x Reader
Used To Be: Darkling x Royal Wife Reader
Let Me Take Car of You: Ben Barnes x Reader
Narnia
The Faded Portrait of a Bygone Era: Prince Caspain x Reader
My Sweet Girl: Edmund Pevensie x Reader
The New Prophecy: Edmund Pevensie x Reader
Rewrite the Stars: Prince Caspain x Reader
Surprising Changes: Prince Caspain x Reader
Sliver Series: Caspain x Reader
Chicago
Control, Alt, Arrow: Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz x Reader
Period Pains: Jay Halstead x Reader
When Have You Been: Jay Halstead x Reader
First Time: Jay Halstead x Reader
A Little Incentive: Jay Halstead x Reader
First Time: Matt Casey x Reader
Military Lovers: Jay Halstead x Reader
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I Know: JJ Maybank x Reader
Jealousy, Jealousy: JJ Maybank x Reader
Put the Pieces Back Together: JJ Maybank x Reader
Mistake: Rafe Cameron x Reader
Please Forgive Me: JJ Maybank x Reader
Kissing You: JJ Maybank x Reader
Kiss the Kook: John B Routledge X Reader
Unfixed: JJ Maybank x Reader
Good Morning Sunshine: JJ Maybank x Reader
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Shooter: Angus Macgyver x Reader
Yoga + Backyard Terrace: Angus Macgyver x Reader
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You Matter To Me: Angus Macgyver x Reader
Badass: Angus Macgyver x Reader
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Baby Bath, Baby Love: Tom Holland x Reader
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Cool: Peter Parker x Reader
If We Were A Movie: Tom Holland x Reader
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He Likes Her: Wolf
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Where You Belong: Damian Wayne x Reader
Pretty Girl: Damian Wayne x Reader
Space Heater: Damian Wayne x Reader
Superman's Daughter: Tim Drake x Kent!reader
Detective: Damian Wayne x Reader
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You Wake Up: Embry Call x Reader
Crazy, Rich, and They Hate Me: Jaehyun x Reader
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Can You Keep Up?: Colby Brock x Reader
Faint: Colby Brock x Reader
A Lazy Saturday Morning: Jungkook Jeon x Reader
Running with Demons: Colby Brock x Reader
Breaking Free: Avengers x Reader
Home Sweet Home: Yeonjun Choi x Reader
In His Arms: Coby Brock x Reader
Like You: Yeonjun Choi x Reader
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Can I request an imagine where the reader is an antihero like Catwoman and she is always flirting and has a secret thing with Red Robin and then the batfam finds out and it shows their reactions?
Type: Drabble/Imagine
Pairing: Fem! And Catlass! Reader x Tim Drake/Red Robin
Content: Cursing, violence, little bit of angst, fluffy fluff fluff
Prompt: [I added these cuz yeah i couldn’t help myself] ϐ1: “Hmmm, what if-” “Oh no, don’t you start that sentence, don’t you dare make that face.” ϐ10: “You’re not my favorite person today.” “I’m not your favorite person ever.” ϐ17: “She is my favorite sister.” “I’m not even your sister.” “Not yet.”
Word Count: 775
(P.S. Bruh this ask has me so excited though! I have this AU about Catwoman taking on an fem! apprentice and I call it Catlass au. I'm so happy I get to use it thank you so much!!!!!)
F/N: First Name, L/N: Last Name
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You had been meeting him in secret for a few months now. Proud that only two people seemed to know.
Alfred and Selina, who both were willing to help you. You knew that it seemed too good to last, nothing ever good lasted for you. Not a single home or family or friendship. Passing through each one you had come to a temporary stop with Selina. It had been a year or two, you didn't really know. All you knew was that you were working with Selina nabbing things and annoying the bats.
One in particular caught you eye, he was smart and funny and quite literally a weirdo. But you seemed to like that about him the most. So, when given a chance you befriended him and unfortunately... unfortunately you fell. Hard and strong.
You made the mistake of wanting something permanent, want something to last... however- however you knew deep down that it wouldn't last.
So, when Tim randomly asked you to meet you had a feeling everything was going to come crashing down. But you needed to teach yourself a lesson. Not to get attached, not to want things that are permanent. So, you went.
What you did not expect was other members of the bats to be poorly hidden in the shadows and Tim to be looking around when you arrived.
He walked towards you and seemed to be nervous. He stopped in front of you, and you raised your eyebrow.
"So, uh why did you want to me-"
"What?" You began and Tim blinked
You both shared a look and then you began smiling. They, the bats, had planned this. For what reason you didn't know but part of you was relieved.
“Hmmm, what if-” You began half looking towards where some of the other bats where hidden.
“Oh no, don’t you start that sentence, don’t you dare make that face.” Tim said reaching towards you.
You sighed before crossing your arms and pouting.
"Fine."
Tim then looked over to where the other bats were hidden and narrowed his eyes.
"Damian, Jason come out now."
There was silence for a moment and Red Hood and Robin appeared out of the darkness. Spoiler trailing after them.
"Hi guys," You said smiling and waving at them, "anymore of you hiding or are we done?"
There was a bit of silence before Nightwing tumbled into the light. Nodding you smiled and looked to Tim who was glaring at his siblings.
"Oh, come on Timmy," Nightwing remarked walking over to slap him on the shoulder, "we just wanted to meet your girlfriend."
"You’re not my favorite person today.” Tim mumbled under his breath at his siblings.
“I’m not your favorite person ever." Red Hood retorted without hesitation, and you laughed.
The three other vigilantes looked to you and you smiled broadly.
"Hi~, you must be red's siblings." You turned to Tim and gave him a shocked look, "I know things have been going well but I didn't know we were in the meet the fam stage. I would have worn my fancy suit if you would have told me. First impressions are important!"
Spoiler laughed and bounced over to you. She looked you over and you smiled. She grabbed onto your arm and looked over to Tim who was giving her strange looks.
"She is my favorite sister.”
You laughed before looking back to her, “I’m not even your sister.”
Spoiler paused for a moment, and you could almost feel the mischievous energy radiating from her. “Not yet.”
You blinked, jaw dropped looking to Tim who looked horrified and you couldn't help yourself. Laughter exploded from you and your pressed your hand to your face shaking.
"Damn Tim, I didn't realize we were that far along."
Tim said nothing and you continued to laugh. It felt good, to laugh and realize that maybe things weren't entirely going to go to shit. Letting out a breath you shook the last of the laughter from you.
Standing up straight you shot a glance at Nightwing and let out a sigh.
"While meeting the family was fun and all, I was hoping on some ~alone time~, you know Red, just me and you."
Tim's cheeks flushed and you smiled and winked at him causing him to flush even more. Smiling cheekily, you took a step towards him and heard someone gag.
Turning you found Robin turning away from the two of you. You rolled your eyes and moved towards Tim.
"If you don't want to see anything leave Robin."
Nightwing snorted and you grab onto onto Tim's arm beginning to pull him away.
"Bye-bye guys."
"Bye, use protection you guys!" Red Hood shouted and you burst into laughter.
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Fic ideas
So first post but I have fic ideas that i need someone who’s better at writing then I am to write so here they are
Criminal minds x Sally face reader
The reader is Sally’s little stepsister and Larry’s little sister she wasn’t at the apartment when the incident happened and suffers with survivals guilt, and heavy religious trauma she was adopted or something but stays in the same town. There is a case where she is a suspect though it is just the church trying to get ride of her and the fbi is called in. She has to help them figur out the cult but will she be fast enough?
Jason Todd x reader
After Jason’s death reader took a break from school to recover when she got back she meet a child named Tim Drake who was much younger then her she helped him through his journey and made a decent friend, then when she went to college she eventually graduated with a degree is psychology and undergrad in art. She then went back to Gotham to teach art where she meets grumpy child Damian Wayne, she see Jason in this boy and baby’s the fuck out of him eventually becoming his favorite teacher. One night she has family night at the school, what will she do when she see the entire Wayne family including someone she thought to be dead?
Sally face reader x stranger things
The reader was stuck in the upside down after the incident with Sally. They don’t know what happened or what time it is all she has is a electric guitar and some supplies for the small town. She finally finds the so called god that her town talked about Aka vecna and little dose she know that there is other there to trying to do the same thing she is. And she happens to save Eddie to because I say so.
Anyway if you happen to write theses I would love to see them. Also I did write she as the pronouns because they are the pronouns I use but if you wish you can change them.
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I posted 26 times in 2022
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13 posts reblogged (50%)
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I tagged 26 of my posts in 2022
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#jason todd x reader - 11 posts
#damian wayne x reader - 10 posts
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#dick grayson x reader - 6 posts
#damian wayne imagine - 6 posts
#damian wayne x you - 6 posts
#self reblog - 6 posts
Longest Tag: 90 characters
#and the fun thing about brown paper is it’s harder to use which is so in character for him
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#5
Gift Giving
batboys x reader
(A/N): I've had zero time to write between 15 hours a week of rehearsal, 20 hours of honors seminar work, other class, and my job so I apologize for once again being MIA.
Today is my birthday, though, so I found this reasonably relevant headcanon set (because I did not have time to write something like I wanted to) and I'm posting it as my gift to you. Enjoy <3
wc: ~600
warnings: none
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Dick Grayson:
He’s the easiest out of his brothers to shop for, mostly because he’s happy with anything as long as the person made an effort
He’s given quite a few gag gifts in his day, so if he gets any, he’ll take them good naturedly and laugh
If you make him something, he’ll absolutely adore it
And he sounds a little bit like a parent when he says that he adores everything you give him because it came from you, and you put in the effort to find something specifically for him, and that means more than anything
Literally, he’d be happy with a new pair of pj pants
But if you want to make him really happy, get him things that will improve his quality of life
Like buy him body wash you think he’ll love the smell of, something a little more pricey that he’d never buy for himself but would really want to
Jason Todd:
There are a few avenues you can go down when buying Jason gifts
The first is the literature route
You can either buy him a new book, a fancy copy of one he loves, or get something just a little decorative like a signed copy or a special dust jacket
The other thing guaranteed to be a hit is comfort items
He loves items that make him feel safe, so a weighted blanket or a fluffy blanket, or a new type of tea to try will make him so happy
Even better if you do something like a tasting box for the two of you to do together
You can do gag gifts with him, but you have to be careful a) not to go too far and b) because he can and will give as good as he gets and he is devious
Tim Drake:
Tim loves technology, so it’s smart to base gifts for him around that
Get him a new tool or a new device, or just something you found that you thought was awesome that he can tinker with
Anything weird and different he would find intriguing, and his face will light up when he thinks of things to do with new parts he’s never had before
He, like Jason, also loves comfort items
Get him fuzzy things like jackets or blankets
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#4
One More Sleep pt.1
batboys x reader
(A/N): Happy Holidays all! I was listening to this song and decided to write a blurb series about the batboys getting home early Christmas morning and have actually stuck to it so here's part 1! Part 2 will be out tomorrow but what it contains will depend on what I get written in the next 24 hours so we'll see what happens. Many thanks to Red for brainstorming help. This series wouldn't exist if not for them. Also thanks to my sister who has read these and deemed them "tooth-rotting fluff." She's a Duke fan despite knowing nothing about DC other than what she hears from me.
And I've decided to dedicate these two parts to my lovely mutuals so @citrinesparkles, this one is for you. I hope you enjoy!
And Merry Christmas to all who celebrate!
total wc: ~1800
warnings: non-graphic mentions of injury, exhaustion, specific mentions of Christmas, so. much. fluff.
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Dick Grayson
wc: ~700
Dick yawns as he glances up at the screen in the airport. Baggage claim 6 holds the bags for the nonstop Christmas Eve flight from California to Gotham, apparently. He checks his watch: 1:30am. Well, Christmas now. Usually his family doesn't take commercial flights back from missions, but Dick’s cover demanded he take one from San Francisco to Gotham so he could use visiting California as his excuse.
Dick hikes his bag a little higher on his shoulders, wincing a little as his elbow tweaks even with the brace, and heads to the escalator that would lead him to the baggage claim. This early on Christmas morning, the airport is quieter than usual and the everyday Gotham bustle has been replaced with a weird sort of hollowness ringing in the air. Dick stretches his neck out—sore from hours on the javelin then the plane—and stops short. He can feel a smile spreading across his face. It’s nearly 2am on Christmas day and yet there you are: standing by the baggage claim with a thermos in one hand, the other crossed over your chest. He sees the moment you lay eyes on him in real time, when your eyes light up and a smile splits your features, and there’s a beat of warmth in his chest. He gets to have that—no one else.
Dick picks up his pace as you head towards him. And then your arms are around him and the solemnity of an empty airport can’t get to him anymore.
You pull back first, arms around his neck shifting for one hand to cup his face before you pull him to a kiss.
“Merry Christmas, Dickie,” you say, forehead resting against his temple.
“Merry Christmas, babe,” Dick whispers. He pulls back this time, his left hand winding around your free one. “I didn’t know you were coming.”
You smile, handing him the thermos.
“Bruce sent me the flight details—it’s hot chocolate, I made it before I left—Bruce sent me the details and I said I’d pick you up to surprise you.”
Dick squeezes your hand as the two of you walk back towards the baggage claim. It’s moving now, a stilted circling around, though there are no bags yet.
“Best gift I could have asked for.”
“Oh so you don’t want the matching sweaters I bought for us the other day? Okay then.”
Dick hands you the thermos so he can grab his suitcase as it appears around the bend, playing devastated.
“Oh come on babe you know I have a weakness for sweaters,” he teases. You take the suitcase from him as soon as it touches the ground, swapping it with the thermos, and pull your linked hands over your shoulder, guiding him out of the airport and into the cold Gotham air. His energy is flagging now, even as the wind bites at his face, adrenaline from seeing you fading back into the after-mission kind of tired that a half-nap on a plane can’t fix.
Dick blinks his eyes open and he’s standing in front of your car. He opens the passenger door on autopilot, dropping his bag at his feet and placing the thermos into a cup holder in the center console. He climbs in and pulls the door shut before putting on his seatbelt and leaning against the window. Behind him, the trunk slams shut. The driver’s door opens and you turn the key in the ignition, sparking a burst of warm air from the vents. Dick shivers, still leaning against the car window.
Your hand, cold from outside, finds his and squeezes. Dick squeezes back, eyes half lidded now. He wants nothing more than to turn on the radio and sing Christmas songs with you for the 25 minutes it’ll take to get to his childhood home, but he’s quickly losing to his exhaustion.
There’s a nose pressed briefly against his cheekbone and warm lips pressed to his cheek for just a second before they withdraw.
“Take a nap,” you suggest. You selflessly know what’s best for him, always. Making sure you know a million times over will just have to be his new year’s resolution. He’s too tired now. “I’ll wake you when we get to the manor. Everyone’s already expecting us down at noon tomorrow. We’re doing brunch.”
And Dick, warm in adoration and surrounded by pine-scented car air freshener, lets his eyes flutter closed.
Jason Todd:
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#3
Autumn Winds and Boyfriend Hoodies
jason todd x reader
(A/N): So my last few weeks have been something like open and close a show, then get COVID, then have 6 essays due this week, but after his week, I'll hopefully have breathing room.
This is a birthday gift for the wonderful Citi @citrinesparkles who has been so patient about my ramblings and is just a lovely human. Citi, I hope you love it :)
warnings: none that i can think of?
wc: ~1200
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It’s been a long day. There’s no special reason, nothing you did or didn’t do. You had the right supplies for your before-work caffeine and you left on time. You even found a ten at the bottom of your bag that you’d completely forgotten about when you went to buy lunch. But you feel like you didn’t sleep as well last night, and someone opened a window somewhere before you’d even arrived, giving the late autumn winds full permission to whip through the building, leaving an unshakeable chill in their wake.
It’s an even chillier two block walk from the bus station to your building, and you welcome the heat as you step inside. Your plans tonight: shower, heat up leftovers for dinner, and watch a movie or two on Netflix before you go to sleep. Even better if your boyfriend can in fact make it over by 8. You got a text earlier in the day that he’d gotten safely home from his two-day mission with minimal injuries, so you’re optimistic. You open your text chain with Jason as you walk up the stairs to the third floor to let him know you’re home and he can come by whenever.
And then you get to your apartment, walk inside, and it’s freezing. You toe off your shoes and head towards the heater. There’s no warm air blowing — which is expected as it feels like it’s 60 degrees in your apartment — and the light that glows to indicate it’s on isn’t blinking a dull green as usual. Five minutes of fiddling later, you give up and email the maintenance for your building. The automated response you get says that they close at 6 in the evenings except for emergencies—which you don’t qualify as—and they won’t get back to you until tomorrow morning.
“Great, just what I needed,” you mutter to yourself, stripping off your coat to hang it up and dropping your bag by the door. You take off your shoes and put your keys on the hook by the door. You’re already getting chilly. “A hot shower sounds really good right now.”
There’s a knock on the door 40 minutes later, after you’ve showered and heated up dinner and gotten your food and drink to the coffee table. The TV is on, showing you the Netflix home screen. You don’t want to put your blanket on your lap while you’re eating, so you resign yourself to just being chilly for the next half-hour or so. The knock comes as you’re scrolling through your list, searching for something low-effort to watch, and you let out a heavy breath before untangling yourself from your squished position on the couch in order to put your bowl and the remote on the coffee table and open the door.
Jason’s on the other side when you open it, in sweatpants and a hoodie under a leather jacket. Just seeing him makes your evening so much better. He looks exhausted, heavy bags under his eyes and in soft clothes, and there’s a spark of warmth in your chest because he trusts you enough to see that part of him and you feel so incredibly lucky.
“Hi,” you say, and you can feel a dopey smile crossing your face. You see Jason’s eyes scan you quickly, traveling over your snowflake pj pants and fuzzy socks and one of his t-shirts, and he smiles back at you.
“Hi babe. Did you want to stand in the doorway all night or?” You step back, opening the door wider as he comes inside.
“You know Jay, if you didn’t want to eat the remaining leftovers in my fridge, you could have just said so.” Jason laughs, a bright thing that makes you smile too.
“Missed you too.”
He takes the door to close it behind him and then leans towards you. You catch his face with your hands as his arms circle around your waist and back. It’s a soft kiss, and his lips are warm, staving off the chill that you’ve felt since you walked in, and you take a second to press your forehead against his temple, just relishing in the fact that he’s here, safe, with you.
He’s a little taller than he usually is, and you look down when you step back; he’s wearing work boots. He only wears those when he needs to fit something bulky in his shoes because he doesn’t have to tie them.
“Minimal injuries, huh?” you ask. Jason follows your eyes down to his shoes and shrugs.
“I’m walking, so I’d say it’s minimal.” You turn to the kitchen.
“Sit down and put whichever ankle it is on the coffee table. I’ll get your food. And an ice pack.”
When you look back at him, Jason is grinning. He hangs his leather jacket on his hook on your coat hanger.
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By the time you get back to the coffee table, any warmth you’d been feeling is gone, and the ice pack you have in your hands isn’t helping. You hand Jason the ice pack first and he positions it properly over his ankle before you hand him his food. He takes it with a murmured ‘thanks,’ and you hum in response, picking your food back up and sitting back in your spot on the couch. Your food isn’t warm anymore, more lukewarm, but you’re not willing to uncurl again just to heat it up.
Jason’s settled on a movie, you realize; there’s something paused on the screen. You didn’t even hear him start it.
“Babe, you okay?” When you look at him, Jason’s face is creased with concern. You feel guilty for making him worry when he just got back and you’re frustrated at yourself that it’s something so mundane.
“I’m cold.” The words sound sort of whiny and pathetic to you when they come out of your mouth, but Jason’s face lights up.
“Hold this,” he says, passing you his bowl. You take it, confused, as he wriggles around, pulling off his hoodie. It’s dark red and huge and has a tiny logo in the corner of what you think is a Wayne Enterprises shelter in the narrows. Jason takes his bowl back and hands you the hoodie, then motions for you to give him your bowl. You hesitate, fingers twitching towards the sweatshirt.
“I run warm, so don’t feel like you’re putting me out. It’s all yours, babe.”
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#2
MYO Pizza Night
damian wayne x reader x jonathan kent
(A/N): I love this series so much, though I know it's not why people follow my blog. I hope you enjoy anyway
warnings: mention of healing injuries
wordcount: ~880
(this takes place before the relationship becomes official, when all three of you are in high school)
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It’s Saturday night, and You, Damian, and Jon are in the Kents’ apartment in Metropolis. Damian and you have both been benched from patrol, him with a sprained ankle and you with a concussion, though you think that Bruce is pushing the concussion watch. You could probably be on patrol and be fine, but you’re also too excited about spending time with your two favorite people to argue. Jon’s on standby in case of an emergency, but his dad is also in town, out with Lois at a press event. You’re not sure why they consented to having three teenage superheroes alone in their house all night, but you’d rather be there than at your house, where your parent(s) would pretend that they're not intruding even as they do, or at Damian’s, where you’d inevitably have to deal with at least one brother or patrol emergency.
Damian’s walking with a little bit of a limp that he’s trying to hide, Jon has made it his personal mission all night to carry Damian around for as long as he can without Damian pulling out some anti-Kryptonian countermeasure, and you’re torn between laughing, helping Jon, and keeping Damian from killing him. Damian really shouldn’t be walking on his ankle.
For now, the two of you have delegated Damian to sitting at the kitchen table with his sprained ankle propped up on a chair and being iced as he organizes the supplies for making pizzas. There are three pieces of parchment paper with three different sized pieces of pizza dough on the table, and various containers of sauce and cheese and a couple toppings. You have to take turns making your pizzas because the oven is only big enough for one at a time, especially given the size of Jon’s.
Jon goes first, and his is huge, topped with four different things and so drenched in sauce that you’re not certain that it won’t cave in. It doesn’t, but you watch it suspiciously until he puts it in the oven. The entire time you’re watching it, Damian is staring at you with narrowed eyes and an amused expression. You have half a mind to defend yourself and your reasons, but you don’t want to hear the inevitable teasing you’d get from Damian, so you instead ignore him and grab your pizza dough. You spoon on sauce and cheese to your own liking and add your own toppings. Damian is last, and he puts a lot of cheese over the sauce on his pizza, then passes it to Jon to put in the oven. By the end of the process, the three of you have gone through two bags of shredded cheese and just over a can of tomato sauce, and you’re laughing harder than you have in a while as Jon slips on a blob of tomato sauce on the floor — “See,” you whisper to Damian “I knew something was going to happen with the disaster that Jon calls a pizza”— and catches himself enough to do a sideways turn away from the kitchen counter... and then land face-first on the floor. If he weren’t indestructible, you’d be concerned he broke something, but he is, so you instead laugh, Damian’s snickers behind you only fueling your laughter.
By the time Damian’s pizza is out of the oven, Jon has eaten three slices of his own. You’re pretty sure he could have been halfway through if he hadn’t been talking most of the time, but you don’t mind. You like both hearing him talk and watching Damian’s face contort as he tries not to laugh. Damian’s ankle is free from the ice but propped up still, on the empty chair across from him. You’re on his left and Jon is across from you, which means you get the front row seat for when Damian makes a teasing retort and his cheeks flush pink. Damian’s smirk brings a smile to your face, too, and you wish that the moment would last forever.
After dinner, when you’ve put the plates in the dishwasher, Jon’s put everything extra away, and Damian’s made popcorn (Jon tried to do it with heat vision once and blew up the bag. The entire house smelled of burnt popcorn for hours), the three of you settle on the couch for a movie.
Damian’s holding the remote after Jon proceeded to look through every movie in the ‘kids and family’ section, just to get Damian’s reaction to most of them. You had to separate the two of them in the play fight that continued, but it ended with you sitting in between them, and they’re solid, reassuring presences next to you, so you don’t much mind at all.
You and Jon both veto Damian’s suggestion of a documentary on the grounds of “It’s boring and I’ll fall asleep.” You share the sentiment, and despite his choice being shot down, Damian doesn’t seem too upset about it.
You suggest a true crime movie, and Jon and Damian both agree, so Damian presses play on Netflix and you all settle in to watch.
When Jon’s parents get home, they find the three of you on the couch, Damian’s head resting on your shoulder and Jon’s on your lap, the TV playing another movie in the background.
293 notes - Posted July 2, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
What's a Lock to a Bat?
damian wayne x reader (featuring the batsiblings)
(A/N): I'm not dead!! I know I've been MIA but last semester was without a doubt had the most difficult and busiest semester of my life, and I've done so little writing. I want to do more now that it's summer so here's hoping. Thank you to everyone that's been patient about a request and stuck around; I am so grateful to all of you :)
I've been working on this story for i have no idea how long but have not yet managed to finish it until today and only did so because I really wanted to post something but don't have much finished so I hope you all enjoy it :)
wordcount: 2361
warnings: blood, injury, batsiblings being themselves
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Damian and you have been living in an apartment together for 2 months when the first bat comes through the window. It’s dick, and it’s a social call. It only spirals from there
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It’s 2 o’clock in the afternoon and Damian has just gotten home from his last class of the day. You’re sitting on the couch, working on an assignment as he makes lunch in the kitchen. You suggested sandwiches, but he doesn’t eat deli meats, so you honestly have no idea what he’s making, but it’ll probably be good.
A loud ‘clunk’ coming from behind your bedroom door has you standing up and reaching for the knives strapped to the side of the table right beside the couch and turning to Damian to see if he’s expecting anything or anyone he didn't warn you about. The fact that he’s pulled two of your largest kitchen knives and is focused entirely on the bedroom door tells you he wasn’t.
You’re not as good of a shot as he is —you’re no field vigilante— but you can hit a target pretty well, especially when you know where it’s coming from.
“Hey guys, how’s the new-Aye!” Dick says from the doorway, shrieking as he dodges a six inch knife that lands in the throwing target on the wall next to him. “Ok I guess I deserved that. Probably should have called first or something.” He smiles awkwardly and pulls the knife from the board. You’re pretty sure it went through and into the wall.
You sigh and relax, heart beating quickly from the adrenaline. “Or, you could have just used the door. We do have one, you know.”
Damian is looking positively murderous, so Dick comes to give you a hug first, and you put the set of throwing knives away before allowing him to wrap you in a hug. He does give good hugs, and you can’t stay mad at him for long, though in all honesty, you weren’t really mad in the first place.
Dick turns to Damian, who has turned back to what you now see is boiling a pot of pasta.
“So, what’s for lunch?”
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You’ve met Duke before, but only once, so you’re surprised when you get a knock on the door at 7pm on a Thursday evening and he’s standing on the other side.
“Duke, hi. Sorry if you’re looking for Damian he’s actually at the manor this-”
Duke looks quickly back and forth as if he’s expecting something to be coming up behind him
“Yeah, I know. I may or may not have pissed him off and am looking for somewhere that he won’t find me. And I figured he’d never think to-”
“Check in his own apartment, yeah. Smart. But what makes you think that I won’t just tell him?” you ask, even as you move to let him in.
“I was hoping?”
You lock the door behind him and move to lean against the kitchen counter. “How about this: If he asks me specifically if you’re here, I will tell him yes. If he doesn’t I won’t say anything.”
Duke collapses on your couch.
“Deal.”
As it turns out, Damian finds Duke by accident, as he’s leaving your apartment at 2am, the same time that Damian returns after his patrol shift. The look on both their faces is priceless, especially when you knew it was coming; Damian told you he was on his way back, you just didn’t tell Duke. Even after a ten minute lecture from Damian about what you think had to do with sword-display etiquette, Duke admits that you kept your word, and he stops by every few Thursdays (when Damian is at the manor) for an hour or so, just to say hi.
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