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DPxDC Prompt: Who's Child Is This?
Inspired by an ICarly Clip.
"Mr. Wayne, we have your son here."
Bruce blinked, then checked the number on the phone. It was from the police station. He then looked around the table which had fallen silent when Alfred had brought him the phone.
Dick, Jason, Tim, Duke, and Damian were all accounted for. Even Jon was there so they couldn't have misidentified him as his kid.
"Which one?" Bruce chose to ask.
"Tim Drake."
Bruce looked at Tim specifically as he tilted his head confused. "Are you sure?"
"Oh yeah, Mr. Wayne, we know your boys by now."
"Right... alright, I'll be there in a couple of minutes. Can I ask on why Tim has been taken into custody?"
Tim tilted his head even further while some of the others around the table started chuckling.
"He was found trespassing near the new Axion Labs at the edge of the city. The owner chose not to press charges so we're sending him home in your custody."
"I see, I'll be there soon. Thank you for the call."
"Of course, Mr. Wayne, we'll see you soon."
Bruce ended the call then looked at his kids. "Apparently, Tim has been arrested for trespassing near the Axion Labs construction site."
"And you didn't even invite me?" Dick chuckled at Tim, "We could have had so much fun together."
Tim scrunched his nose at the idea. "No way, that whole area is an OSHA violation. If I went there it wouldn't be out of costume, whoever that kid is was risking his life just walking within a block of it."
"Well, I'm going to go down there and see what 'Tim' was thinking." Bruce got out of his seat, "I'll be back soon."
"New brother?" Cass asked as Damian growled.
"We're going to assume no for now, but we may have another for dinner depending on what's going on."
"I will prepare another seat while you are gone, Master Bruce."
"Thanks, Alfred. I'll be back soon."
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When Bruce walked into the police station he immediately noticed 'Tim' sitting in front of one of the officers desks. It was a newer officer and it was clear that neither Detective Montoya or Commissioner Gordon were in or somebody would have noticed that this kid definitely wasn't Tim.
Yes, the kid had black hair which was on the shorter side but his hair fell in front of his face more than Tim would wear it, and his eyes were unnaturally blue. He was pale in an old hoodie, blue jeans, and red shoes. The biggest difference though was that this kid looked like he was only pushing 15, not 17. Yes, he looked quite a bit like Tim but anybody who had spent more than five minutes with Tim Drake would know they weren't the same person.
"Mr. Wayne." The officer called as Bruce walked over, looking at the kid.
He was thin and pale, which a tired look on his face. He also shrunk away from Bruce when he walked over.
Bruce knew what a kid in trouble looked like. So he smiled down at the kid. "You know, Tim, when I said you could go to the lab to do your science homework I didn't expect you to go all the way to Axion Labs."
The kid looked at him, surprised then seemed to quickly catch on. "What can I say, I had to see what terrible science looked like. Sorry for making you come down here."
"It's fine, but are you okay?"
"Y-yeah, totally." He said, his hand subconsciously moving to his ribs as though he was hurt.
"Alright then you are grounded."
"What?!" 'Tim' squeaked, "Come on-"
"Nope. You are ground... for... 'til... college."
"FOR 'TIL COLLEGE?!"
"For 'til college!"
The officer cleared his throat then held out a clipboard. "If you sign the red x's you can take your son and leave, Mr. Wayne."
Bruce took the papers, quickly looking over it and signing it. It was strange to see that all of the handwriting on the paperwork was adult writing. Had they even asked this kid his name? Once everything was signed he passed it back over to the officer who nodded.
"Looks good. Thanks Mr. Wayne and you stay out of trouble. The whole city knows your face. You're just lucky Mr. Masters didn't want to press charges."
"Yeah, so lucky." The kid rolled his eyes, then stood up and looked up at Bruce. "Can we go now?"
"Sure thing, chum. Come on." Bruce said, leading the kid out of the station and to the car. The kid seemed hesitant as he looked around, his eyes narrowing when they landed on a gentlemen with silver hair in a ponytail, only when the man smiled at 'Tim' did the kid speak up again.
"Come on, Dad, let's get out of here before the stalkers find us." He said, climbing in the front seat and closing the door, much to the annoyance of the silver haired man.
Bruce climbed in the front seat, buckling in and driving away from the station. "So... 'not Tim' what's your name?"
"Danny. Just Danny... sorry about all of that Mr. Wayne. That guy took one look at me and started calling me 'Tim' and when I tried to explain that I wasn't 'Tim' hey called me a liar. But if I gave them my real name then... somebody else was going to come collect me and I didn't want that. So... I let them call me Tim. I'm sorry, I hope it didn't put you out..."
"Not at all. But... are you okay? Why were you at Axion Labs?"
Danny seemed hesitant, "I... it sounds crazy."
"It's Gotham, kid. Crazy things happen all the time..."
"Right... well um... I-I was kidnapped from my home and taken to Axion Labs. I-I escaped and when I was trying to leave the grounds the police saw me and thought I was trespassing. Since the cops were I decided to play along with it..."
Bruce frowned, "Kidnapped? Is... is there somebody I can call?"
Danny shook his head. "I have an older sister who is probably going crazy looking for me but other than her and a couple of friends there wouldn't be anybody. My parents... they were kind of involved. They... they found out something about me and tried to hurt me, I ran to somebody I knew I couldn't trust because I thought maybe he would get his head out of his ass but I was just being an idiot." Danny hugged himself. "You can drop me off anywhere though, you don't have to bother yourself with me or my shit."
Bruce pulled to a stoplight and reached over to the kid who flinched, Bruce waited until he relaxed before Bruce patted his head. "I'm not going to just leave you on the street. Besides, it's late and by now my butler has already dished you some dinner. So at least for tonight you're welcome to stay with me and my kids. We'll get some food in your belly, make sure you're not wounded, let you call your sister, and find a way to get you home. Sound good?" He asked, moving his hand away.
Danny looked at Bruce, seeming a bit untrusting for a moment before he glanced at something near Bruce and relaxed. There was nothing with Bruce, he wasn't carrying anything, but whatever Danny was seeing was enough to put his mind at ease. "Okay... but if anybody tries anything be warned, I bite."
Bruce chuckled, "So do most of the others. You'll fit right in."
'But just what the hell is going on with this kid? Does it have anything to do with that man outside the police station? I've got to get to the bottom of this before this kid leaves, especially if he's still a target.'
#dp x dc prompt#my prompts#maddie and jack didn't take the news well#Vlad got controlling when Danny showed up#Danny just needs a nap#he's just a lil guy#he's never done nothing wrong his entire life
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Dead On Main Part 11
Masterpost
Danny was woken up a little after seven in the morning by Tim. Not on purpose, but he had gotten into another argument with Dick and Bruce. Tim was driving now, and apparently it was time for a shift change, but they were only about an hour away now, so Tim didn’t want to stop.
“We should probably stop for breakfast anyway.” Danny interjected as soon as he could be sure he wasn’t going to be talking over someone.
“Morning, Danny.”
“How did you sleep Danny?” Bruce asked.
“I slept great!” Danny answered. “But if you have any interest at all in eating, we should do it before we get to my house.”
“Well, that does solve our other problem.”
They argued for a while about where to eat, but eventually they were back in the car for the final stretch. Back in their original positions, Tim is actually doing something on his tablet now, while Dick checks his phone.
Danny decides to check his phone too, it has a few messages, but Danny realizes he doesn’t know the password to this phone that isn’t actually his when he goes to try and read them.
Tim is able to solve that problem for him, unlocking the phone and then handing it back.
Danny sees the texts are from his phone.
Hey so we’ve had a bit of a problem
How do I get you to stop being green?
“Shit.” Danny murmured under his breath. He didn’t notice Tim glancing at him or Dick and Bruce’s shared look.
Are you there?
Hey, never mind we figured it out
This isn’t really my place, but we ran into someone named Vlad earlier and he was acting creepy and strange, are you okay?
If he’s bothering you I promise I can help.
“Creepy vulture-loving vampire.” Danny’s mumbles as he texts back.
What did he do? Are you okay?
I'm fine. Jazz and I handled it.
But you're not really inspiring confidence here.
Do I need to take care of this guy for you?
I'll deal with the fruitloop when I get back
“Danny, can you direct us to your house?” Bruce asks from the driver’s seat.
“Of course.” Danny puts his phone away and leans into the middle seat to look out the window.
They get to the house quickly after getting into town. They parked in front of the house. They all gaped at the questionable architecture, but to their credit, no one said anything as they walked up the steps.
Danny, knowing that the front door is almost never actually locked, goes on autopilot and just walks in. He heads for the kitchen, leading the others to sit down at the table. “Jazz?” He calls into the house.
Jazz comes into the room cautiously, holding the creep stick. “Jazz, It’s Danny! We made it. Do you know where my body is?”
“Wow.” Jazz says, looking Danny up and down. Danny realizes belatedly that she’s looking at Jason.
Jason comes in, waving at his family, who eye him curiously. Danny goes to step in front of him.
“Hi.” Danny is sheepish, looking down at himself. He is so much shorter than Jason.
“Hey.” Jason gives him a quick head nod in greeting. “Are you ready to switch back?”
“So ready.” Danny breathes out. He reaches a hand out and Jason goes to shake it. When their hands connect, they are frozen for a second. Danny blinks.
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If you can, would you mind doing some fluff headcanons, about being domestic with Jason Todd? Perhaps timeline of him understanding he loves you, how he came to terms with that. The relationship growing, you two moving in together, if or how it leads up to marriage etc…
Jason Todd x Reader Fluff Headcanons
First Date
Jason hadn't been on many dates or any at all, so safe to say he was nervous when you two went on your first date. I'm talking - was up late looking up places to go, what to talk about, what types of dates were the best for first dates, did he bring you flowers? Did he bring you chocolates? Did he walk you to your door? Or would that be creepy?
He was not going to go to his family the others for advice. Dick would pull his weird, overly emotional, big brother gimmick and be hanging on Jason, wailing about how his little wing was all grown up. Despite being shorter and smaller than Jason. Tim would hold it over his head like blackmail till the day Jason died - again. Damien would find the whole thing ridiculous and give him weird, textbook, medical advice. And Bruce Wayne was notorious for not knowing how to properly show emotions, so that was out.
It left Alfred, who told him, and I quote, "Just be yourself, Master Jason." Safe to say Jason felt like he was back to square one.
He managed to settle on a day full of activities: he took you to lunch at one of his favorite little diners. He had known the owner since he was a little street rat, the woman used to collect all their leftover food and hand it out to those that would crowd around their back door. It was never a lot, but it was more kindness than any kid on Crime Alley was ever shown. No one messed with them, unless they wanted an army of angry, hungry street rats going after them.
The food was also really good. So there was that.
You ate lunch, and he found talking to you was easy. You laughed at his stupid jokes and he thought you were the most clever person he'd ever met. The banter flew naturally, and he found himself relaxing more around you than he had anyone in the past few years.
After lunch, whatever plan he had had gone out the window, and you two merely walked around different stores, stopping for ice cream, people-watching at the park, and talking as if you two had been close for far longer than you had. The date itself lasted for almost seven hours, and neither of you grew tired of the other.
Meeting His Family
Everyone was well aware of the number of people who wanted to grow close to any of Bruce Wayne's kids or wards to try and grow close to the elusive rich man. For some of them, it made dating hard.
You, however, did not care in the slightest who Jason's family was.
Initially, you had assumed he didn't talk to his family, considering how he avoided topics and discussions of them. You respected that, not wanting to pry. You had your own family issues that were a sore subject.
So the day he came to you asking if you'd like to have dinner at his father's house, you were a bit shocked to find yourself on the back of Jason's motorcycle, pulling up to the Wayne Manor.
After the initial shock wore off, and you passively scolding your boyfriend for being so vague about how to dress, you two entered.
You met Alfred first, and you were easily charmed by the kind yet no-nonsense man. He found you to be quite charming as well, someone kind and, from what he's seen, able to help Jason see the better days ahead, the better side of himself, and allow him grace at seeing the boyish smile Alfred worried he'd never see on the boy again.
Safe to say you had Alfred' approval, which truly, was the most important person to have on your side.
Surprisingly, you met Bruce next. He was, safe to say, awkward. He had learned of his son's partner literally days prior and was so worried about not only ensuring you weren't someone who was going to hurt Jason in any way but also wanting to ensure you were someone strong enough to handle Jason's... extracurricular activities even if you didn't know of them yet.
Jason was worried upon meeting Bruce freaking Wayne you'd panic, or not sure how to act as many people did upon meeting his father. You kept your cool though, and Jason could tell your minor disdain stemmed from how he had spoken of the man. You were standing between the pair, only speaking highly of Jason, how he was an amazing man despite all the... flaws in his past. Even Bruce knew that was a shot at him. Watching you so readily defend him against someone as influential as Bruce had Jason follow you with star eyes for the rest of the night.
Bruce realized, after a quick background search, he had nothing to worry about.
Meeting his brothers went off exactly how you'd think. Dick cried about his baby brother growing up and becoming a man, Tim was shocked someone would date Jason, let alone stay with him for longer than a week, "I mean, you've seen how he cleans up after himself!" Damien was more indifferent towards you, you were his brother's girlfriend, and he felt as if his opinions on you shouldn't matter. Though after you and Titus interacted so kindly he felt warmer to you than he had before, but that wasn't because he liked you.
Moving In Together
This happened gradually. You had clothes over at his place for whenever you spent the night, he bought you the shampoo, conditioner, and body wash you enjoyed, you had your own towel and washcloth set in his bathroom, a toothbrush in the holder.
Eventually, though, you talked about it because it was becoming pointless to pay rent for a place you barely went to.
That conversation was sparked when, one cold night, you found a stash of your favorite teas, honey, sugars, and cream in his kitchen, along with colorful mugs you knew weren't his. The small things he did to ensure you felt comfortable there made you know you were ready.
Moving the rest of your stuff over didn't take long - considering it felt like half of your stuff was already there. Moving in together did bring a few bumps and bruises, it was harder to hide that he went out for long periods of time and often came back with bruises and cuts.
You did get on him a lot about taking care of his dishes and clothes, but you two talked and came up with systems of ensuring the apartment stayed cozy and mostly clean.
That's all I have for it. I feel like living with him would be so nice.
Finding Out He's Red Hood
Okay, like I said, it's harder to hide how often he goes out and how often he has bruises and cuts and stitches.
You, also, are not an idiot.
The placement of where your shared apartment is, Jason's disappearances lining up with times the Red Hood is spotted out and about, the injuries he's sustained.
He was either the Red Hood or happened to be a goon fighting the Red Hood every night who never learned his lesson.
So... Red Hood.
You have to bring it up, cause he still thinks you're blissfully ignorant. He's the shocked Pikachu meme when you tell him. Can't even come up with a valid reason to deny it. So he doesn't.
You two talk, and he confirms what you already know, and then the panic sets in. You know his identity, one of the most important secrets he has as the Red Hood. Did you figure out about the others? Would you leave him? Would you threaten to spill?
You just shrugged, nodding at him with an, "Okay."
You had known for a while, you admitted and never knew if you should bring it up or not. Then you admitted how you'd been trying to study up on first aid, wanting to be able to help him anytime he got him. You'd bought items online to practice stitching wounds and had worked on making a stash of medical supplies in the bathroom, bandages, absorbent pads, antiseptic wipes, gauzes, etc.
You couldn't be his "guy in the chair", and you didn't see yourself joining him in the vigilante lifestyle (he also wouldn't have wanted you to do that), but you wanted to be there for him and support him however you could.
When He First Says I Love You
Like I mentioned before, he knew he loved you for a while, but never said anything. You had said it first, truly, and were respectful that he hadn't responded immediately. You knew of his past, his secret identity, his family, etc., so you knew that coming right out with an "I Love You" wasn't on his agenda.
But the day he did say it, that's exactly what he did. Came right out with it.
It was a cool day, rainy and cloudy. He had made you both hot chocolate, the kind Alfred taught him how to make, and you were both cozied up in his living room, watching some live-action adaptation of one of his favorite books.
You made a comment, voicing one of his thoughts, about how they left out some of the best comments from the book and it made the whole movie feel far quicker paced than it should have been.
You hadn't read the book, but he had ranted to you about it, telling you about his annotations and thoughts about the cast and directors and producers they had hired for the movie.
Your comment was proof enough you had not only listened to him rant and rave about the book, but remember what he had said.
As you were glaring at the TV with the credits rolling, he was staring at you.
And just said it.
"I love you."
A/N: Sorry if this didn't include everything you wanted, I ran out of free time and ideas! But I enjoyed what I did get to.
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Tim Drake is so short it’s unrealistic: an explanation
In every single comic page featuring more than one adult, Tim is drawn exceptionally short (well Damian too but he’s still a pubescent boy) for mainly composition reasons, I think. You can’t really create a great standing composition with five heads at the same level so they exaggerate the difference. What does this leaves us with? A Tim in his late teens, at a whopping 5 foot and 6 inches of height (source: fandom wiki). This means he must be a certified short guy. Except, he kinda isn’t?
When he is shown with his peers he’s closer to the average height, like in YJ. So why do I think his stats are like this in fandom wiki or he’s drawn like that? I think editors and artists have never seen a teenage boy in their life and they think the younger the age the shorter the person is, linearly. My point is also supported by the fact that he doesn’t have adult proportions of a short person but an average person’s proportions, just shrunk down.
We are the same height for reference. The beginning of high school is the time for men to have their growth sprout and they all end up as their forever height by junior/senior. I’d argue that I’m not simply short-phobic and that artists seem to just ignore this phenomenon. Oh and his weight seems unrealistic considering his height-weight ratio and muscle mass so the second picture is possible to happen. You don’t need to be Kon-el to effortlessly pick that boy up.
So how tall do I think he realistically be? Closer to 6 foot. Because I think we’re ignoring the second greatest factor.
Wealth! He was raised rich, he was well fed during his developmental ages. Even if he had short height genes, his entire lifestyle would make him proportionally taller. There is VISIBLE difference in average heights in wealthy versus poor neighborhoods. Students notice that private school kids tend to be taller. Students (in my country) get weirded out once they realize historical figures that lived in hard times were way shorter than them. Unless he was an extreme case of picky eating, I’d say let’s add at least a few inches. His recreational activities also consisted of rich people stuff. The training he got, the amount of time he spent inside (probably playing games on powerful PC’s, not doing manual labor, not having a neighborhood friend group to run around with and stuff) not burning calories all played a role in the body he ended up with at adulthood. Yeah, he kind of did vigilante stuff since the age of 9, but at the end of the night it was Wayne Manor that he returned to.
BONUS: I think all batkids would have a different height when accounted for environmental factors, I just drew the four Robins to demonstrate
Jason: the wealth point that I defended earlier would work the opposite way for him, so why did i draw him the tallest? ✨growth juices✨ in the Lazarus Pit. I’m also not completely erasing their canon heights and body builds, and dude’s a hunk.
Dick: gymnastics makes you shorter. I thought this was a coincidence but apparently it’s real, especially in women’s gymnastics it’s very noticeable. He was trained since a very young age and did not stop practicing after he left the circus for apparent reasons.
Damian, at 14-15: He would hit his growth sprout a few months maybe a year later than his peers. Why? He’s Arab and even though I did no research on this, I think my experience as a Middle Eastern would account for a decent observation. But when he hits it, he would get noticeably taller EACH WEEK. I only attributed him a numbered height so I could show that he was close in height to his brothers. (Not related to height, but at his age he would have a massive nose with a sharp nose bridge, as it grows first, I remember many of my classmates were very self conscious about their noses in middle school)
#tim drake#batfam#dc comics#batfamily#dc robin#jason todd#dick grayson#damian wayne#red robin#dcu#timothy drake
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2023 BEST READS
A few days late but hey, better late than never! This is a non-comprehensive list of my favorite fics that I’ve read in 2023! Criteria for a fic to be included on this list are:
I read the fic in 2023
I reread the fic at least once
I can rate 5/5 stars without hesitation
The fics are organized by fandom but otherwise are in no particular order.
BATMAN
New Wave by yellow_caballero
Batman (gen), 103k, Reverse Robins, Stephanie Brown is Robin
Some lunatic in a bat costume is running around Gotham clowning on fools, but local delinquent Stephanie Brown has way bigger problems. When her father and friends start joining mob wars Steph knows she has to do something about it before Gotham collapses. If that means joining up with rich dudes playing dress up, pasty nerds with hacking and photography habits, and throwing on a costume herself, then that’s just what she’ll have to do. Even if Batman works alone. She’s convincing.
In which Stephanie Brown rocks the radical nineties and becomes the first Robin, ruining Batman’s life and giving Tim Drake a hobby.
birdsong by ScarlettSwordMoon
Nightwing (gen), 22k, Dick Grayson-Centric
After getting a face full of Scarecrow’s newest toxin, Dick isn’t haunted by his typical nightmares. No. This one has little green pixie boots. AKA Batman: Ego but make it Robin.
Nightwing 60th Anniversary Bingo: Drugs & Toxins
Keep Your Head, Your Backbone, and Your Heart by MrMich
Batman (gen) 54k, Dimension Travel, Duke Thomas-centric
The last thing that Duke expected on what was supposed to be just a regular patrol was being suddenly thrown five years into the past, coming face to face with a darker, more violent Batman than the one he knew, a broken family, and a Tim who was a foot shorter than Duke, and not even Robin yet.
Loading and Aspect Ratio by JUBE514
Batman (Superbat), 45k, Wings AU
A world where nobody has wings, but people think they do, and that changes everything.
Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines by SilverSkiesAtMidnight
Batman (gen), 13k, Starvation
He has never argued with a punishment, not since he was a toddler, if then. Surely she’ll listen, surely she’ll see this is too harsh, that he wouldn’t be disrespecting her like this if he was simply sulking over not getting his way. He needs that food, needs to be able to eat enough if he wants to be Robin.
He’s been hungry before, but back then, it never mattered if he was a little weak or dizzy. It never risked his life or the life of his partner when he was a kid.
She turns, sighing softly and pursing her lips. She reaches out to pat his cheek, and for a moment his heart soars hopefully, and he barely restrains himself from leaning into the rare bit of contact and soaking up his mother’s touch. “Oh, Timothy,” she tuts. “This is for the best. And honestly, I think it’s wise for you to cut down a bit on the snacks. I’d hate to have to listen to anyone tittering at the next gala that you’re getting chubby.”
And without another backwards glance, she turns and heads upstairs, leaving Tim alone and frozen at the bottom of the steps.
You, Me, and the Humanity in Between by JUBE514
Batman (gen), 65k, Non-Human Robins
Bruce is trying his best to protect the city that he loves. He doesn't know how exactly his Robins came to be- they're not fully human, not even at all. All he knows is that he wants to keep them safe.
Little Red by destiny919
Batman: Under the Red Hood (gen), 39k, Series, Jason is Tim’s Parent
AU where Tim is younger and has been illegally adopted by his hero, the Red Hood.
A Different Game by Hinn_Raven
Batman (multi), 62k, Red Hood!Stephanie Brown, Role Reversal
Stephanie Brown died with a mouth full of blood and her eyes wide open, staring at the locked door, hoping still for a miracle, for a rescue.
She died in a hidden place, still hanging from the ceiling by her wrists, bleeding out from a wound in her stomach, and no one was with her when her heart gave its last beat.
AU where Stephanie Brown dies as Robin and becomes the Red Hood.
bad news, this place is magic as fuck by mikkal
Batman (gen), 28k, All-Caste Jason Todd, Magic Jason
Jason's on the trail of a killer who's targeting kids in Crime Alley for an unknown magical ritual. Between that and his family who insists on butting in, he's got his work cut out for him. But, as they say, nothing is as it seems.
Wings over Gotham by icarus_chained
Batman, DC (gen), 190k, No Man’s Land, Independent Gotham
An AU where an altered version of No Man’s Land happened while Bruce was in his late teens/early twenties, and Batman was born in the hellish crucible of a trapped city that was left for dead and then violently retaken. Gotham may pretend to run by mainlander rules for the sake of those who would have died otherwise, but under the surface, Bruce, Jim, Leslie, Ivy and Oswald and their pack keep their own council, and look with jaundiced eyes on the mainland.
A Meditation on Railroading by eggmacguffin
Batman (gen), 24k, Hurt/Comfort
When he ends up ditched in Atlanta after a fight with his dad, Tim decides to do the only sensible thing: Tell no one and make the 800 mile journey back to Gotham on his own.
Because the "call Batman when you're in trouble" rule only applies when he's Robin, right?
THE BATMAN (2022)
I’m a Good Pretender by shipNslash
The Batman (2022) (gen), 40k, Dick Grayson-Centric
Dick’s mother raised her son to be a star. Dick’s father raised his son to be an athlete.
Bruce's new ward is charming (manipulative), dedicated (obsessive), and way, way too smart for either of their own good.
In This or Any Other Universe by wildsofmarch
The Batman (2022) (gen), 33k, Dimension Travel
There was a new vigilante in his city: a man who smiled too much and talked too loud and knew his way around a fight a little too well. Bruce wasn't bothered by his antics. Except the man also seemed to know a little too much about him.
Who was this Nightwing, anyway?
OR: Dick Grayson (DCU) accidentally lands himself in Battinson’s Gotham.
DC LEGENDS OF TOMORRW
Countless Roads by nirejseki
Arrowverse, DC Legends of Tomorrow (Mick Rory/Leonard Snart), 231k, Medium Leonard Snart, AU-Ghosts
Due to a family curse (which some call a gift), Leonard Snart has more life than he knows what to do with – and that gives him the ability to see, speak to, and even share with the various ghosts that are always surrounding him.
Sure, said curse also means he’s going to die sooner rather than later, just like his mother, but in the meantime Len has no intention of letting superheroes, time travelers, a surprisingly charming pyromaniac, and a lot of ghosts get in the way of him having a nice, successful career as a professional thief.
Straight On Till Morning by nirejeski
Arrowverse, DC Legends of Tomorrow (Sara Lance/Mick Rory/Leonard Snart), 17k, Time Pirates
Left alone in the Refuge, Mick and Sara decide they're going to be proactive about their fate. They end up becoming time pirates. Because of course they do.
THE WITCHER
A Beginners Guide to Exploiting the Kaedweni Tax Code For Fun and Profit by Heronfem
The Witcher (Aiden/Lambert), 190k, WIP, AU-Modern Setting, AU-College/University
Aiden Kett and Lambert Wilkson accidentally get married, and this is honestly probably the least of their problems.
By the Broken Lock That Freed Me by inexplicifics
The Witcher, (muti), 46k, AU-Daemons, Accidental Warlord Series
Aiden takes a contract on the Duke of Velen. He's not expecting the most interesting part of the whole affair to be meeting the duke's betrothed.
His daemon thinks they should keep her. Aiden's not sure how that will work, given that he's already got a Wolf and doesn't know how Lambert and his daemon might feel about adding someone else to their little pack, but it's awfully tempting.
And Cats aren't very good at resisting temptation.
Intent by tnico
The Witcher (Aiden/Lambert), 18k, Non-Traditional A/B/O, 5+1
"You think I don't know what you're after?" Lambert accuses.
"Well, I'd certainly hope you do, by this point in the evening," Aiden (so he says) agrees in a convincingly genial tone. It'd probably be enough to fool someone else on the matter of genuine interest.
SPIDERVERSE
gonna crack a rib (when i get home) by eneliii
Spiderverse (gen), 40k, Cannon Divergence
Miles Morales, recently landed in Earth 42, has had enough of everyone’s shit and he’s going to save his dad or so help him he’ll lose his mind.
Miles Morales 42, just wants to know what the /hell/ is up with his doppelgänger.
MCU
The Hero's Journey; or: What Jasper Sitwell Did Last Summer by pagination
MCU, Welcome to Night Vale (multi), 23k, Crossover
The thing is, when an agent reaches clearance level five, it’s because they’re valuable, capable of something an exponentially diminishing few can offer in the ranks of SHIELD. Clint Barton, his personal issues notwithstanding, is unstoppable behind a scope. Jim Woo is an analyst and extractor par excellence. Melinda May has infiltrated half the presidential offices of Asia, and Phil Coulson has an instinct for the unusual that could be the basis of an entire TV show.
Jasper’s less certain what he brings to the party.
If I Knew You Were Coming I'd've Baked a Cake by OddityBoddity
MCU, Hawkeye (gen), 27k, Baking
They’re the broken ones. That’s what Clint figures the rest think about him and Barnes. Clint with his eardrums trashed, Barnes with a regiment’s worth of trauma and a psychotic cybernetic arm, put in the same room and told to make nice while the others get to go on missions and do important things and save the world.
Well they're not broken. So of course they got bored and tired of being sidelined and decided to entertain themselves. And of course they ended up wanted, running through the streets of Paris with bananas down their pants and gendarmes in pursuit. Of course they did.
#Batfam fic rec#Batman fic rec#Red Hood fic rec#crossover#The Witcher fic rec#astv fic rec#Marvel fic rec#Avengers fic rec#lambden fic rec#Batman: Under the Red Hood#lambert x aiden#mick rory x leonard snart#DC#dick grayson#stephanie brown#duke thomas#tim drake#Captain Cold#Mick Rory#Bruce Wayne#monthly roundup#yearly roundup
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Duke Thomas Fic Recs
This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)
Stuck-On Sunshine by zodarii_dae - Rated G
The Signal tends to interact with kids a bit more than his nocturnal coworkers. Even in Gotham, there are more kids out at two pm than two am.
Those kids want to show their appreciation for the hero keeping them safe. What better way to show that than with stickers?
A Special Expection? No, A Son by Raccoonwriter - Rated T
Duke was excited to meet the Justice League until they start to ask and talk about things Duke didn't want to here.
breathing down your neck by Batbirdies - Rated G
Duke gets sick on Friday. Joker breaks out of Arkham on Saturday.
It’s radio silence, until it’s not.
—
When Duke is benched with the flu the Joker attacks a small Gotham neighborhood with Joker venom. Duke knows he’s not well enough to help, but with stinging memories of his parents still trapped in their own heads—he has to do something. Bruce has a few things to say about that.
Frightening, But Not Afraid by snackbaskets - Rated G
When the family is hit by a new strain of fear toxin, safety is in numbers. Unfortunately, three members of the flock are still out there, afraid and alone. Bruce may not be the best at comforting his children, but apparently, he can let his wings do the talking.
((aka, the classic fear toxin hurt/comfort but with a splash of the classic wings-make-u-feel-safe hurt/comfort))
birds and brothers and other assorted synonyms by hoebiwan - Rated T
Duke isn’t an idiot. He knows it’s a bad idea to go into the underground tunnels of Gotham where people disappear for years on end and occasionally (if they’re lucky) stumble out coated in cobwebs and madness and blood. So he takes a flashlight and a water bottle and a bag of trail mix and lots and lots of beef jerky whenever he goes. If he ends up trapped down there, wandering in hopeless circles (which Duke thinks is important to note having never happened), at least he’ll have food.
Also, the weird little kid dressed up like a miniature Talon likes the M&M’s in Duke’s trail mix.
the scientific method by orphan_account - Rated G
5 stupid ways Duke's siblings discovered how his powers worked, and 1 time he figured it out for himself.
"You have no idea," Dick said. "I had to live through all of their teenage years. They were each independently obsessed with Mythbusters at separate points in their life. I'm pretty sure Cass and Tim have wanted a meta to experiment on since they were 14, but Bruce always said no."
Duke Thomas Hates Bullies by Gemini_00 - Not Rated
Everyone loves that Duke Thomas isn't like all those other crazy Waynes. Everyone loves that the Signal isn't trying to get himself killed. Duke may not see Bruce as his dad, but he is definitely part of the bat family. and nobody is going to bully his family. Or, Duke Thomas Kicks Ass.
Keep Your Head, Your Backbone, and Your Heart by MrMich - Rated T
The last thing that Duke expected on what was supposed to be just a regular patrol was being suddenly thrown five years into the past, coming face to face with a darker, more violent Batman than the one he knew, a broken family, and a Tim who was a foot shorter than Duke, and not even Robin yet.
A silent shadow flitted past him, just barely visible on the cave walls. He went rigid, tracking the shadow in the corner of his vision.
And then he dropped to the floor, just in time, as a familiar black gloved fist passed overhead. He just barely missed being hit by the punishing blow that would have landed right on his temple for a sure concussion if he hadn’t dodged.
“Batman?” Duke yelled. He somersaulted forward, just barely avoiding another strike. “B, what are you doing?!”
“Who are you,” came the growled response. A shiver crawled down Duke’s spine at the grim hostility in Batman’s voice that promised violence, and something tightened in the back of his throat.
WHEN EARTH FINDS STARS. by orpheusaki - Rated G
"Let it be known that I completely detest the implications of what this situation is mirroring," Red Hood grumbles to himself and it's the longest string of words Duke has heard from any so-called Gotham vigilante, let alone the one who's known for shooting more than he is talking.
"The fuck?" Duke mutters, because if he's already going to die, he might as well try and make sense of it.
"I'm not going to care about whatever sob story you have," is what Red Hood replies with instead of explaining, "Where are your parents?"
"Gone," is all Duke says, because it's really none of this guy's business. It's also the truth.
Somehow, Red Hood sounds even more anguished about this information than Duke is, "Ah shit."
(Duke steals the tires off Red Hood's bike and somehow gains a family.)
Leadership by PepperSoniRoni - Rated G
Nightwing offers Signal a chance to lead a small group for a mission. Duke is wary, but accepts the challenge. He proves to be a rather great leader.
Takes place after Season Two of Young Justice, and ignores Season Three (I still haven’t seen it, unfortunately).
You Would Not Believe Your Eyes by Tiptapricot - Rated G
No metas are allowed in Gotham, so what does that mean for Duke?
Dayshift Shadow Work by IzzyMRDB - Rated G
So, when he realised one day once he looked down that he was missing his shadow, the first thing he checked was to make sure he wasn’t also glowing. Can’t have a shadow if you’re the light source after all.
Nope, not glowing.
Weird.
AKA
Duke's shadow works like Peter Pan's and immediately chooses violence
Runs in the Family by motleyfam - Rated G
Duke has a migraine and just wants a bit of peace.
Tim understands this better than most.
The League of Assassins: An Indepth Exploration of the World's Most Prolific Group of Assassins by Hint_of_Elation - Rated T
Duke Thomas presents a documentary about the League of Assassins. Warning: Bruce Wayne did not approve this film.
Tequila by Sohotthateveryonedied - Rated T
Bruce steps into Duke’s path, blocking him from venturing further into the house. It takes a moment for Duke to register the new obstacle before him. His mouth drags into a lopsided grin. “Bruce! Wha’s—wassup? How’s your night goin’?”
“You’re drunk," Bruce accuses.
“Me? No way. No way. I would never do that.” Duke hiccups. “Totally sober.”
Who, Me? by Listentothelittlebird - Rated T
People thought Duke was the responsible one.
People often forgot Duke ran with a gang. A gang named after Robin, sure, but a gang nonetheless.
bathtub cookie crumbs by ghostellie - Rated G
Duke finds him in a bathtub on the third floor.
It’s an old fashioned thing, a clawfoot porcelain tub settled in an otherwise empty room in a far, abandoned corner of the manor, dusty despite Alfred’s best efforts.
Tim’s seated at an awkward angle, sideways in the tub with his head rested on one edge and his knees slung over the other, fully clothed and half covered in dust. A pink box of sugar cookies, no doubt stolen from Jason’s stash, rests on his chest.
He meets Duke’s eyes as he enters, shoveling a bat-shaped cookie in his mouth.
Duke Thomas VS The "Good Child" Stereotype by PepperSoniRoni - Rated T
5 Times Duke Tried To Prove To Bruce He Wasn't The Responsible One, and 1 Time His Siblings Knew Better (& used it to their advantage)
Because Duke is relatively new, he hasn't opened up completely to the family. He tries to follow Bruce and Alfred's rules, but he doesn't always succeed (nor try to). It's during these times Bruce still manages to pin the blame on someone else. His siblings, of course, see this. And whatever are they supposed to think? Well, Duke's clearly doing it on purpose!
(This is really just me being salty about fanon characterization, and an attempt to cram as much Crazy-Totally-Not-Sane-Duke as I can into a single fic)
that which you cannot bear by britishparty - Rated T
There is no backup for the Signal.
Duke reminds himself of this regularly, like a prayer through gritted teeth: there's no one to catch him if he slips, to replace him if he stops. So the Signal can't give up. Just can't, like an immutable law, an undeniable truth. He has to win every fight. There isn't any other option.
Duke Thomas makes himself invincible. Untouchable.
Then he loses.
#veryace recs#duke thomas#the signal#batman fic recs#batfam#batman#red robin#tim drake#jason todd#red hood#nightwing#dick grayson#robin#dc robin#damien wayne#cassandra cain#stephanie brown#alfred pennyworth#ao3 fic recs#fanfic recs#ao3
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(Dicktim, breathplay) How about.... training Timmy to hold his breath by holding him underwater in a pool. But really it's Dick with his head and shoulders above water holding Tim under while fucking into him, only letting him up for a brief gasp of air when he's wasted all his oxygen moaning.
Or pushing them both to the bottom of the pool, fucking and keeping him there until Dick cums inside....
idk, could just be an excuse for them to do cnc breathplay (though huge potential for undernegotiated kink/boundary violation)
👀👀👀👀👀 no because dick being put in charge of bath duty for tim when he's injured, essentially making sure tim doesn't slip and hit his head from being too exhausted or making sure he doesn't fall asleep in the tub and drown.
tim just looks so sweetly helpless while nursing an injury even though he insists to dick he doesn't need to be there. but tim's protests seem to stem more from him being embarrassed about dick seeing him naked. tim is initially determined to not let dick into the bathroom, attempting to speed ahead and close the door behind him, but with a broken leg its more of a...hobble. so dick is forced to negotiate. if tim really is so embarrassed about being naked in front of him then why doesn't dick just undress with him. would that make him feel better?
tim hesitates but doesn't protest when dick starts pulling off his shirt and unbuttoning his pants. dick doesn't really have much to be self conscious about. he personally thinks his ears stick out in a weird way and he doesn't like that his thumb in his left hand is a half inch shorter than the one on his right, but overall dick is pretty sure he's a nice looking person while naked.
tim is more shaky undressing, his body shivering like a chihuahua. he knows tim's nervous with dick's eyes on him and so saying any words of comfort won't help but...dick still can't help but let out of soft coo of affection as tim rolls up his little cotton training bra.
tim is just too cute. he has little buttons for tits. little baby mounds that look so soft and sweet with pink little nipples. that's not even mentioning the pretty little pussy he has when he hops out of his shorts. dick has tim sit on the rim of the bathtub while dick wraps and tapes his leg and arm cast in plastic. which means dick gets an up close view of the cutest puffiest little pussy he's every seen. tim's flash of pink insides wink at dick from behind two soft looking cunt lips that dick desperately wants to feel and stroke his hands against. but tim is still so nervous that dick reaching forward and pinching tim's little baby cunt might make him explode.
bath time with tim is easy, fun even. dick uses a little porcelain bowl to dip into the water and pour over tim's head so he can rinse out the soap in it. he feels like a mother washing her baby as he uses a wash cloth to wipe and scrub little circles along tim's body. dick's hands might...linger around his tits and he might take his time with tim's cute baby making parts.
at first dick just plays with tim a little, squeezing his baby tits, fondling his sides, eventually sinking a finger or two into tim's warm little hole. tim whines initially, attempting resistance or to seem non compliant by saying about how his head hurts or some limb hurts even though dick can feel tim's heated eyes on him every time he undresses and that he can feel how tim's baby cunt is already sticky and wet when he presses in. teenagers. they always want to act like sex isn't something they're guilty of thinking of 24/7. but dick plays along. he whispers little assurances and promises to tim that it will feel good, that he'll like it and he just has to trust his big brother. and tim will blush all down to his tits and look reluctant before nodding and letting his eyes close while dick fucks two hard fingers into his baby cunt until it's red, twitching, and throbbing under the water.
tim makes little mewls as he cums, his cunt going tight around dick's fingers before settling down and not saying anything when dick fondles the rest of him.
eventually dick grows braver, climbing into the tub with tim. he tells tim it's so he can better wash his hair and dick is already naked anyway so why not just take the bath together? tim says nothing about dick standing up and his cock already being aroused.
once in the tub dick lets his cock bob in the water as he adjusts his limbs to fit together with tim's as they sit across from each other. tim's face is red and it's more than just the temperature of the water. his sweet eyes keep going back and forth between dick's face and his cock. making tim give him a hand job with his unbroken hand is easy all he does is wrap a hand around tim's thin wrist and guide it to his cock. he gives a few rolls of his hips until tim gets the idea and starts stroking him. from there the next time dick goes a little further, tugging tim into his lap and watching his cockhead mash against tim's tiny pussy underwater. he loves the sight of the lips stretching around him as he presses the head inside tim's trembling insides. tim makes little gasping and grunting noises from the effort and dick worries about alfred or bruce hearing him so he starts spinning some tale about training, about tim learning to hold his breath. tim loves new training lessons and takes to this like a duck to water.
dick is able to fuck tim all he likes while pinning him underwater, a single hand on tim's sternum is enough to keep him under.
sometimes dick will squeeze and grope a tit while tim is going tight around him. it seems like oxygen deprivation and the struggle of trying to keep holding his breath makes tim's cunt like twice as tight and dick LOVES it. he fucks tim harder and rougher, biting his tongue and swallowing his moans and grunts and trying to minimize the sloshing water from tim struggling underwater. dick is careful, he makes sure not to keep tim under for too long but he does push tim's limits. tim keeps both hands cupped in front of his face. one pinching his nose and the other one that's wrapped in a cast sealing his mouth. his eyes stay closed and his brow furrows in concentration and stress as dick fucks him hard deep and fast, watching his cock sink all the way in, pelvis meeting with a chubby cunt before pulling out and sinking back in. little bubbles of air float to the surface as dick is intent and focused on trying to cum as fast as possible.
by the time tim's cast is removed a month later he can hold his breath for 8 whole minutes before he starts to flag. which is more than enough time for dick to pump him full of his load and keep his cock inside tim's slick, hot hole.
initially dick had been reluctant about being assigned bath duty. but it had been sort of his fault for not catching tim when he'd been blindfolded on the train. he'd apologized profusely when it happened, his heart nearly pumping out of his chest when a turn tim hadn't anticipated resulted in him rolling back and off the train, landing in a heap on the gravel beside the tracks. dick had been in front instead of behind tim so he hadn't been able to catch him.
tim had forgiven him for the train incident but bruce hadn't. he'd been furious walking into the emergency room just as the doctor was wrapping tim's limb, the x rays sitting in a folder on a nearby table. an apology wasn't enough according to bruce. if tim had landed a little closer to the tracks his arm or leg could have been completely cut off, they were lucky he'd remembered to duck and roll while he was in the air.
bruce had wanted dick to see what the consequences of his actions were and sentenced him to helping tim bathe until his casts came off.
dick was certain him getting his dick wet had not been part of bruce's plan when assigning punishment.
but dick figured that getting pussy out of the whole ordeal well worth it in his opinion.
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out of curiosity, do you have any preferred headcanons for how tall the members of the Batfam are? who's the tallest to shortest?
listen I don't have exact measurements but I do have vibes. I'm going to say right out of the gate that I simply do not hold with DC artists and their habit of Russian nesting dolling the Robins so they're each a little bit shorter with age, it's a useful visual shorthand but it's also not my truth even if I sometimes agree with portions.
for instance: I do have to concede that Bruce needs to be the tallest of the Batboys in order to enable a lot of his whole schtick, especially your modern era Batmans who are built to be tanks as opposed to the sleeker, more acrobatically-oriented Batman of earlier ages. Batfleck honestly had a great build for it, 6'4 and built to loom.
on the other hand, I Know what male gymnasts look like and Dick came from a whole family of them; he doesn't need to be SHORT short but brother he is not the tallest Robin by any stretch. he's 5'8 if he's Lucky, likely shorter. and he's fine with it! he isn't insecure about being a compact king!
I strongly dislike the recent development towards drawing adult Jason as a brute, but I have long enjoyed the headcanon that he would have had a hard growth spurt after Bruce took him in and he didn't have to worry about food insecurity. he is absolutely taller than Dick but, HOT TAKE, I don't think he's a Lot taller. as Red Hood he's definitely exaggerating the difference with chunky boots + his stupid full-face mask for extra height, + his jacket and all his gear make him look taller and broader than Nightwing in his little skintight getup. out of costume they physically look much more similar.
I also super hate when Tim is drawn as a skinny short little waif, genuinely there's no reason for that. that's a little American rich boy who grew up on milk and white bread, there's no reason for him to look like he has Victorian urchin wasting disease. fuck this, Tim is taller than both Dick and Jason. same energy as the improv kid I went to high school with who was 5'11 but cool about it.
completing the circle and fully reversing the Robins, I know that other fans have pointed out that Damian's Asian heritage conspires against him being hugelarge as an adult, but genetics are a grab bag and I think he deserves to be Bruce-sized. adult Damian can pick Dick up and put him in the fridge if he wants. at present though his growth spurt is really taking its sweet time and he's hovering around Cass-height (see below).
Duke is hovering in a zone right between Jason and Tim but everyone forgets that and imagines him being taller because the little bat ears on his helmet give him a couple extra inches.
a lot of older comics, especially the Dixon run, frequently have Selina drawn like she's tall as all hell, and I honestly love that for her. 5'11, Megan Thee Stallion kind of build for her.
Cass is frequently drawn as tiny to an extent that is, frankly, implausible and borderline upsetting (if memory serves she literally got folded up and carried in a backpack once?) but listen: she's certainly not tall. I'm willing to offer her 5'3 as an absolute maximum. also literally no one asked but Michelle Yeoh is the Lady Shiva of my heart and shes 5'4, so that's canon To Me.
however tall Dick is in your head I want you to add one (1) inch and that's Barbara. this is so crucial to me.
Steph is like a deeply average 5'4 and a half, and I realize this Does mean that I've Russian nesting dolled the Batgirls (at least in order of appearance in comics, not the actual order they Batgirls) and I am Fine with that. throw Harper Row in here too, she and Steph are just chilling being average height gal pals.
Helena is freakishly tall by Italian woman standards, by which I mean like 5'7.
this is vile and I'm sorry to the Robins but unfortunately Jean Paul is a genetically engineered freak bred to kill so he's probably taller than all of them save for an adult Damian. 6'2 to my miserable boy. beginning to think I was lying when I said I didn't have exact numbers.
so I think in descending order the lineup I've created is Bruce, JP, Selina and Tim, Duke, Jason and Babs, Dick, Helena, Steph and Harper, Damian, Cass.
did I skip anyone vital you want to know about?
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Pairing: Tim Drake/Jason Todd
Rating: Explicit
Words: 11k
After Jason experiences a moment of insecurity, Tim and he decide to take their relationship to the next step.
i've been wanting to write this sequel for over a year. it wasn't until i was talking to @deepwithintheabyss a few months ago that i finally figured out why it wasn't working <33
i got distracted by some other wips (including 'the sweetness of honey') but at long last <3 she's finished. i hope you guys enjoy!
Jason doesn’t know how he let Tim talk him into going dancing. Clubs aren’t really his scene, and honestly, he wouldn’t have expected them to be Tim’s either. He was wrong.
Tim had a standing date with Steph and Cass; the three of them would take the night off of patrol to dress up and go dancing instead. Tim calls it stress relief. Tonight, though, Steph and Cass are working an op together on the other side of town. So… Jason is here instead, in one of his tighter pairs of dark wash jeans, a nicer leather jacket than his usual, and a shirt he knew hugged his pecs just the right way. It’s not nearly as daring as Tim, who looks like sin in tight black short-shorts, fishnets up to his belly, and a crop top that ends just above his belly button.
It wasn’t nearly as daring as some of the stuff he’d worn undercover, but… It still made Tim look at him with dark eyes when they met up, so Jason figured it worked for him just fine.
Other than Tim’s single shot of whiskey at the start of the night, neither of them have had anything to drink. Jason wouldn’t have minded if Tim had, but—I don’t go out to drink, Tim had said. He’d come there to dance, and dance they have.
He can feel his shirt clinging to him by the time Tim finally drags him off the dancefloor and back to the bar. Tim orders them both water, and another shot of whiskey for himself; two fingers hooked in Jason’s belt loops.
He bends his head, lips brushing Tim’s ear. It makes the omega shiver. “I’m going to the bathroom.” He taps out ‘bathroom’ in morse code on Tim’s hip, just to make sure the message gets across.
Tim tilts his head back, the back of it brushing Jason’s shoulder. “Okay,” he says, though Jason has to read his lips rather than hear him. His fingers slip from Jason’s belt, and Jason, reluctantly, draws away.
When he returns, Tim is standing by their drinks, his shot already empty and one of the waters in his hand. He’s not alone. With him is an alpha, tanned and blond and a little shorter than Dick, leaning in toward Tim like he’s flirting.
Jason—
It’s not the first time that Tim’s been hit on while they’re out. Won’t be the last, either. Jason isn’t normally bothered by it. He might get a little territorial—throw his arm around Tim’s shoulders, raise his brows like he’s daring them to keep trying, but. He knows what those alpha want—and it’s not Tim, no matter what they think. They want a sweet, submissive little thing, not an omega who wants to bring them to their knees, and is more than capable of doing it.
But this alpha—
There’s something about him that has Jason’s hackles raising.
It’s the subtle turn of his head; the way it exposes his neck without calling attention to it. The way his body seems to—fold, toward Tim’s. A subtle sort of submissiveness you usually see in omega flirting with alpha, not the other way around.
Combine that with the way he’s shorter, smaller than Jason, his muscles less defined, it—
His belly twists.
He takes a deep, centering breath, and approaches, careful not to rush. “Hey, baby,” he says, his smile only a little forced. “Thanks for watchin’ my drink.”
The way Tim brightens at the sight of him, all of his attention switching to Jason as if the other alpha isn’t even there… Jason is ashamed of the way it comforts him, the way it soothes the terrible thing coiling in his chest.
Tim passes him his water, and Jason kisses his temple when he takes it, settling his arm around Tim’s shoulders. He resists the urge to pull him into his side—to growl, bare his teeth. Tim won’t appreciate that kind of stupid alpha dominance shit, especially when he hasn’t shown a lick of interest back. Jason doesn't want to give him any reasons to be upset.
He can’t resist cutting a cool look at the alpha, though.
Tim presses up against Jason’s side all on his own. “Like I was saying,” Tim says, a wonderful note of satisfaction in his voice, “thanks, but no thanks. I’m with someone.”
The alpha looks Jason up and down, the slow drag of his gaze flaying Jason open. He looks at Tim again, one brow raised as if to ask, Seriously? This one? Aloud, he says, “Right, well.” He slides a napkin across the bar. “If that doesn’t work out—give me a call, won’t you?” With a wink, he slips back into the crowd.
Jason takes a sip of his water. His scent doesn’t shift, but he locks it down anyway; ignoring the way his chest feels tight. It’s not the first time someone has assessed him and found him wanting.
It doesn’t matter what that alpha thinks. It doesn’t matter what anyone thinks, except Tim.
But—
Jason can’t help but compare them, still. The confidence in his submission, the way it looked so easy, so automatic, without the fumbling Jason feels. How much less challenging it would be for Tim to move him around, the way he could overpower him without strain. He’d be a much easier sub than Jason. Prettier, too—he bets that alpha isn’t a gnarled mess of scars and blemishes. Doubts he’s carrying a minefield of trauma, either, bets Tim wouldn't have to worry so much about triggering him by accident.
The accent, or what Jason caught of it, was different, too; more Upper Gotham. It’d be less of a scandal, for Tim to be seen with him. Maybe not even a scandal at all, with how clean cut he looked.
No complicated history, either.
Just—
All-in-all easier and better suited for an omega like Tim than Jason is, or ever could have been.
Tim mutters something Jason doesn’t catch, though whatever it is doesn’t sound flattering. He takes the napkin with the alpha’s phone number and tears it to tiny little pieces. The sight makes Jason feel better—though only just. He’s still… unsettled.
Tim drains the rest of his water, and then steps closer into Jason’s space, turning so his front is pressed against him. His arms twine around Jason’s neck; fingers playing with the short curls at the base of his skull.
“Take me home,” he says, looking up at Jason, glossy lips shaping the words.
Jason doesn’t think anyone could resist an order like that. He leans down, capturing Tim’s mouth in a brief, warm kiss before taking another drink, and setting the rest of it down on the counter.
He keeps one hand on Tim’s back as they exit the club. “We don’t have to go home if you don’t want to,” he offers, when the din of music and the crowd has faded behind them. “We could hit up somewhere else.”
Tim only takes one night every few weeks to do this, to let go of his stress by dancing the night away. Jason doesn’t want that to be ruined for him.
Tim’s hand settles on his back, under his jacket. The warmth of it spreads through Jason’s core; the placement of it, right at the small of his back, makes his brain buzz a little, a pleasant sort of static that soothes the awful thing awoken in his chest and belly. “No, I’m done for the night.” He looks up at Jason, a coy sort of smile on his face. “I’d rather dance with you somewhere more… private.”
Jason shivers.
It’s—
It’s something he knows alpha do. That possessive urge after their mate has been hit on—dragging them back home and fucking them, reminding them of their claim.
Jason lets himself imagine it. Tim, throwing him down on his bed, turning him over, making him present. Working him open just enough to take him, to let him feel the burn and stretch of his cock, splitting him open. And then fucking him so hard he forgets everything but the shape and sound of Tim’s name.
It’s.
Hot.
Really hot.
Jason’s belly twists and squirms, hole clenching. Tim fucking him is showing up more and more in his fantasies—he wants ot know what it would feel like, for his omega to claim him so completely. So utterly. He’s not nearly brave enough to ask for that yet—and Tim hasn’t mentioned it either. It’s more likely that Tim will shove him down on the bed and ride him within an inch of his life, which… He’s absolutely not opposed. The opposite, actually; the idea, the mental image of it… It makes him salivate.
Or maybe he’ll want Jason to do the work; to rut into him, waiting to come until Tim has reached his peak at least once, maybe more.
He’s in for a good time, whatever Tim decides. Tim knows just how to take him apart; those long, slender fingers coaxing desperate noise after desperate noise from his throat.
“Sounds good,” he says, voice a little hoarse.
>> continue reading on ao3 <<
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Jason gets de-aged because I've seen fics of Tim or Dick being de-aged, and Bruce losing his memory, but no one has realized the potential for angst if you de-age Jason.
Dick couldn’t do this. It was like all the guilt from not being there for Jason had flooded back up and was drowning him. Dick had forgotten what Jason’s full smile looked like. Jason hadn’t smiled like how he smiled at Cass since he’d gotten back.
Dick was so lost in thought, he almost didn’t notice Damian sitting under the sink. He was out of his Robin uniform, but for some reason he was wearing Jason’s leather jacket.
“Richard?”
“You ok, Damian?”
Damian crossed his arms, which was probably meant to showcase indifference, but if anything it made him look smaller. Especially with the leather jacket that was swamping him. “Tt, of course.” Damian rolled out from under the sink and went to leave. But not before wrapping his arms around Dick in an embrace, “Not because I need one, but because you look like you do.”
And then Damian left.
Dick would figure out what was bugging Damian, just later. Because he needed to collect himself. Dick had seen the way Bruce had froze when Oracle had told them Jason had been reverted to his 15 year old self. Dick was probably going to have to do a good amount of interacting with Jason, because Bruce was sure as hell going to be burying himself in Batman until Jason was an adult again. Dick had never been the best brother to Jason, but now he could try to do better. And it’ll be easier with everyone. Jason has always been Alfred’s favorite, he’d warmed up to Cass basically instantly, Duke has always been easy to get along with, Stephanie and Jason were basically the same person, Dick could bribe Damian to be nicer, and Tim… well maybe if they just never mentioned the Robin thing they’d be fine.
Yeah. This is all gonna be fine.
He opened the door to find Cass, Duke and Steph in a heated whisper conversation that abruptly stopped when he opened the door.
Cass just wordlessly engulfed him in a hug, and then Stephanie and Duke followed.
“He’s so tiny.” Duke mumbled.
Jason was shorter and lighter than Damian who was currently 3 years younger than Jason. So yeah, Jason was small. It was actually a lot more shocking when he turned up the same height as Bruce.
Steph pulled away from the group hug, “Alright, what are we gonna do?”
“What do you mean what are we gonna do? Bruce and Tim will figure out how to reverse this. We’ll help if they let us.”
“First of all, Tim’s sleeping, for the first time in probably a couple days, so we’re not gonna wake him up. Second, I was talking about what we're gonna do with Jason, and third, Bruce is probably gonna be… Bruce… right?”
Dick nodded, “Just treat Jason normally.” he paused, because the way they treated Jason “I put 12 heads in a duffle bag and became a drug lord” Todd was distant at best. “Treat him how you would treat a 15 year old. Not how you would treat 20 year old Jason.”
The three of them nodded as the motor of the Batcycle echoed through the cave.
Let the show begin.
Jason was currently swaddled in his Wonder Woman blanket getting his blood drawn. Alfred had already taken his height and weight, which according to Alfred, was the same as the one from five years ago. He also noted that Jason’s eyes were more green than blue, which apparently happened to him over time with age or something. Which doesn’t really make sense because if he was de-aged then wouldn’t his eyes be the same color? Then again, he still has the white streak in his hair and that’s just hair dye. And he still has a bunch of scars that he doesn’t know where they're from. So who knows how this de-aging thing works.
Alfred took the needle out and placed a bandaid on the hole. “I am going to give this to Master Bruce. Why don’t you head off to–”
“Wait, Bruce is here?” Jason tugged down his sleeve and wrapped the blanket tighter “I’ll come too.”
Alfred looked like he was going to stop him, but didn’t.
Bruce was at the Batcomputer, still in his cowl, and it looked like he was plugging in a red helmet– oh wait, that was Jason’s red helmet– into the computer.
He walked up behind the chair, and looked at the footage that was being played on the screen. It was the same alley Jason was in when he woke up. There was a lady with a giant glowing stick– scepter, who was shooting bolts of magic at the camera. Then a spell hit the Camera directly filling the screen with static.
“Ahh, so we’re dealing with a magician. I dunno about you, Old Man, but I think I have enough sparkle in me to take this lady down.”
If Jason didn’t know any better, he’d say that Bruce was startled at the sound of his voice, but Batman is never surprised.
But he didn’t turn to face Jason. He didn’t even give him a grunt of acknowledgement.
“Uh, Bruce–”
“Todd!” It was the sound of emo Robin’s voice coming from the stairs. Though the kid was no longer wearing the Robin uniform. He was actually wearing the jacket that Jason had on earlier. “I, urm, require your assistance. With… feeding Batcow. And maybe you could meet Goliath.”
“We have cows ?” Jason was about to jump at the chance to help feed the cow and Goliath, who was probably another cow, but then he realized that he kinda had a mini magical mess revolving around him, “Um, I’m not sure if Bruce’ll need me–”
Dick’s face looked between a proud father and like a sudden realization came over him,“Go ahead Jason. We’ll call you if we need you.” And Jason wasn’t dumb. He could read inbetween the lines, and those invisible lines were saying, get the fuck out, the adults are speaking.
So Jason shrugged and skipped to the stairs. Now that Jason could see the kid without the domino mask, he looked familiar, in a way Jason couldn’t put a finger on. “Alright, let's see those cows.”
“Actually, it’s cow , singular. Goliath is a Dragon-Bat.” Yeah, the kid looked a lot like an old picture of Bruce. Except with tanner skin and green eyes, but a part of Jason knew that wasn’t why.
“Excuse me, a what now?”
“A Dragon-Bat. Get with the program, Akhi.”
And just like that, a flood of memories with a kid around four or five drawing a bat in front of him. A kid leaning against him with a fire going in a pit. A kid a few paces behind a woman.
Jason blinked, “You’re Talia’s kid.” Jason looked at the kid as he froze, “Damian.”
There was a moment where Jason could see the longing in Damian’s face, before it was painted over with a look of apathy, as he opened up the back door. “You should not have been able to remember that.”
The locations in the memories were clearly of the League of Assassins, so maybe they wiped his memory. Which sounds truly invasive, but that’s a thought for another time. Jason nudged Damian’s shoulder with his own, “I’m proud of you.”
“Do not patronize me, Todd.” Maybe it was just cold out, but Jason could swear he saw a dusting of red at the tips of Damians ears.
“I might not remember much of anything, but I still feel proud.” Jason put a hand to his chest, because even though he barely knew the kid, he still felt it.
Damian paused at the barn doors, “You were the first person to show me kindness. Though, I didn’t really understand it back then. I didn’t even realize it was you until–”
“You were little, I don’t blame you.” Jason shrugged. They entered the barn and low and behold, there was a cow. With a spot on its face that kinda looked like a mask. “So, what’s the story? How’d we get a cow? Did Alfred and Martha Kent make some sort of barter?” They often exchanged cookies for pies, so it wasn’t too unreasonable.
Damian went to a stack of hay, “No. We rescued her from a slaughterhouse that was infecting the animals with diseases.” Damian recounted the mission as they both moved stacks of hay to feed to Batcow, until there was a chime from Damian’s phone. “That should be enough for now. We’re wanted back in the cave.”
They were opening the clock entrance when Jason finally stated, “We didn’t actually have to feed the cow. They just didn’t want me there, right?” It was the middle of the night.
Damian started down the stairs, “Tt, Father just needed a moment to process. You would too if your adult son was suddenly twelve again.”
“I’m fifteen, first off, and second, I suddenly have four more siblings, and he’s the one that needs to process? He must be getting really old.”
Damian dryly smiled, “Something like that. And five.”
“Five?”
“Five siblings. Well, technically, Brown hasn’t been adopted by father, but she’s at the manor to the point where I think we should get a restraining order.”
Who’s Brown?
“Hey!” Steph shouted from the main area of the batcave, “I heard that, brat! You guys love having me around.”
Oh, right, Damian for some reason only calls people by their last name.
Damian jumped the rest of the way down, “No we do not, you dreadful shrew.”
“Your face is a dreadful shrew.”
“Your–”
“Alright, Master Damian, Miss Stephanie, we do have some work that needs to be done.”
There was a T-chart on the batcomputer screen. one column labeled “Jason 15: 6 years ago” and the other one labeled “Jason 15: now” Under the columns was his height, weight, hair color, eye color, skin color. That stuff. They were playing spot the difference.
“I, uh, I have a buncha scars I don’t recognize.” and suddenly all eyes were on Jason, “I mean, you guys are tryna, ya know.” he gestured to the screen, “Right?”
Duke was the first one to recover, “Yeah, we’re trying to see what’s different. So far it’s just your hair and eyes.”
Dick’s hand flew up to rub the back of his neck, “Would you mind showing us?”
Jason looked around the room. He barely knew four of the seven people in the room. He was barely comfortable with Dick seeing him without a shirt, much less people who he met an hour ago. And, yeah, they were his siblings, but that doesn’t mean he was currently super comfortable around them.
There was the sound of rustling, and Damian came back to the table with a sheet of paper and a pencil. Then he quickly sketched something, flipped the paper, and sketched something similar. Damian slid the paper over to Jason.
It was a drawing of a body, the front was on one side and the back was on the other. It was also really good for something sketched in under a minute. “Holy crow, kid, you’re a prodigy.”
“Tt, it’s hardly my best. Though, this way you can show us without actually showing us.”
Jason plucked the cup of highlighters and colored pens off the desk and got to work. Red were the scars he didn’t remember and Blue were the ones he did. And areas he highlighted yellow were healed burns he didn’t remember and blue highlighter were the burns he remembered getting.
Jason really hoped someone knew where he got some of his scars and burns because he had a lot. Which, yeah, they were vigilantes, some of them didn’t really look like scars he’d get in a fight. He placed the sheet in front of Bruce, who still was barely looking at him. Who still had his cowl on.
“Did I–” Get hurt? Get kidnapped? Get tortured? No, that wasn’t the right way to phrase it, he huffed, because Bruce still wasn’t looking at him. Jason swiveled the chair so that they were facing each other and gently pulled the cowl back.
Bruce looked a lot older. He had gray hair, and the creases between his forehead were a lot deeper. Bruce's blue eyes were more gray and somber, like the past seven years had put him through hell and back. “Did something… happen?”
Bruce took in a deep, finally taking in Jason’s face. “I think it’s past your bedtime.”
“Bruce, I don’t have a bedtime.” Jason crossed his arms, “Don’t’cha think I deserve to know? It’s my life .”
Bruce just put his cowl back on and turned back to the computer.
“Ya know what? Don’t cross off alternate dimensions just yet, because my Bruce would at least look at me.” And Jason stormed up the stairs.
#jason todd#batman#batfam#dc comics#dick grayson#bruce wayne#damian wayne#duke thomas#stephanie brown#cassandra cain#alfred pennyworth
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batfamily fic recs where original characters are main characters
The Pros and Cons to Digging Your Own Grave by vermillion_crown
[+] Well, at least you know where it is.
[-] Like you don't have enough to do already.
Or another tough debate on which is worse: falling to your death from about 100 ft up onto wet concrete, or experiencing the still nebulous but unspeakable horrors of child trafficking?
Given the bluff profile of the average 10-year-old, maybe the terminal velocity can be increased significantly if that 10-year-old curls up during descent? While undesirable, instantaneous death still ranked higher than drawn-out suffering and mental trauma (if not also death). At least, that's the personal evaluation here. No prescribing this scenario's weightings onto anyone else.
So, the only thing left to do with that solved is to start climbing; bat-people have a schedule to keep, after all.
(The smart thing to do, when in way over your head, is to avoid trouble when you see it—animal-themed vigilantes first and foremost. But sometimes, they are the lesser evil.)
(Dick Grayson pulls a Bruce, gets bullied by a child, more at 11.)
T | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson & Original Male Character(s), Barbara Gordon & Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon & Original Male Character(s), Tim Drake & Original Male Character(s), Undisclosed Relationship(s)
Singing in the Dead of Night by shesgotthespirit
Bodies are dropping in Gotham--children, brain dead and tortured, numbered and tagged like cattle. The Bats are on the case, but with little to no physical evidence left behind, they’re faced with more questions than answers. But when a mysterious metahuman involves herself in the case, the investigation turns in a new, disturbing direction--and it turns out she might need their help just as much as they need hers.
OR
“Has anyone else noticed that the cooling-off period between Bruce’s dubiously-legal child acquisitions seems to be getting exponentially shorter?”
M | Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake & Original Female Character(s), Bruce Wayne & Original Female Character(s), Cassandra Cain & Original Character(s), Dick Grayson & Original Female Character(s), Damian Wayne & Original Character(s), Batfamily Members & Original Female Character(s), Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd & Original Female Character(s)
Mama's gonna buy you a Mockingbird by Blazonix
Your name is Catherine Todd. It’s not the name you went to sleep with last night, but that’s the name printed on the ID card tucked away in your bra. It took a while to find because you were a bit distracted by the fact you have a completely different face.
Not Rated | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Catherine Todd & Jason Todd
Reddit Posts of a Crime Alley Kid by Beachfox
Conrad's just your average 20 year old Crime Alley street-rat. He's no one special. Just another (Second) Robin worshiping, baseball bat wielding, Hench Work avoiding, homeless kid wrangling, street patrolling, Red Hood work for-ing, formerly homeless gay street-punk thug.
And sure, there's that time Robin slammed him off a wall hard enough to change his life, and that time he accused Batman of murder, and the time his sister Joker Gas bombed a playground. And sure, most of his family are active Henchmen for various Rogues, and sure Red Hood seems like he might be flirting with him, and sure despite his best efforts the Bats keep showing up in his life more and more often. But he's still just a normal average guy.
He also has a crippling Reddit addiction.
Alternatively
A character study of a hot trashfire of a human being in the DCUniverse as told through his many many Reddit posts.
T | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Jason Todd/Original Male Character(s), Batman & Robin - Relationship
Nay, I Can't Resist Thee by Gement
"If that's what you're up for, 'kay." Oh god, he'd embarrassed Batman. Zach was too far gone on adrenaline and panic to shut up. "But I'm a masochist, and you're Batman. Look, I'm sorry. I know that makes it weird."
The one where a total stranger asks Batman to hit him in the face and, against all odds, this is an effective meet-cute strategy. It spirals out from there. Way, way out.
(Come on in, the water's fluffy-kinky-queer.)
E | No Archive Warnings Apply | Bruce Wayne/OMC, side Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, side Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne
#dc#dc comics#batman#batfamily#bruce wayne#dick grayson#barbara gordon#jason todd#tim drake#stephanie brown#cassandra cain#damian wayne#fanfiction#fanfic#fic recs#fic rec#fanfic recs#fanfic rec
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Hi! I just stumbled across your blog. Happy to see some Hetalia fans are still here. If it’s not too much could you do a 18+ Netherlands x reader? I don’t think the character gets enough love by the fandom.
tim nonsense
warnings/notes: 18+, kink mentions (read tags), the ask is vague so this post is too — essentially just some tim thoughts. gender neutral reader; bottom! reader, top! tim. netherlands is referred to as tim.
tim is the kind of guy that’ll groan a bit when he sees you in something flattering, his hand rubbing over his lower face as he eyes you up and down. he’s also the kind of guy that will make both of you stay home, assuming wherever you two were heading to won’t supply him with good money, in favour of fucking you the rest of the night.
speaking of, tim has frightening stamina — as a nation, he’s well trained, sure, but this guy seriously keeps up to date on these things. on that same note, i have a feeling he eats pretty well, not bothering to buy snacks or unhealthy food in favour of longer lasting foods with higher nutrition quality. anyways, my point here is that my guy is pretty healthy, and his cum tastes fantastic. he’s not overly needy for head, but at some point you might want to go down on him more than he does.
he’ll grip your head and guide you as you suck him off; he won’t necessarily fuck your skull, unless you agree to it, though. tim can certainly seem rough around the edges, but he doesn’t want to hurt you. instead, he’ll be careful as his long cock pokes into your throat, relishing in the way you swallow around him; i think he’s the type that would last quite some time, wanting to draw this out as much as he can, selfishly not wanting to rip his cock out of your wet, warm mouth. he’ll drag his sick out of your mouth, holding your head in place to watch your teary eyes look up at him in confusion just to thrust back into your gaping mouth, groaning as you babble around his cock.
i don’t imagine his dick overly thick, but it’s certainly long; the specifics can be left up to interpretation, but he’s definitely veiny. his cock feels heavy when it lays it on your stomach before leaning back and prodding your hole with it.
he loves when you dress up for him. he’s a bit too stingy to buy them for you often, but expect him to on holidays like christmas and your birthday; that, and he’d consider it an amazing gift if you gave him a present of what you plan to wear for him on his birthday. he likes cute, frilly things — he loves to see you look like a doll, just for him to ruin you; especially makeup. oh, please, just wear even simple eyeliner, he’ll be over the moon. he’ll wipe your tears as he overstimulates you, his cock drawing a series of moans out of you, smudging your makeup. it makes him lose his mind i’m so serious. if he came, and saw your face with smeared makeup, his cock would spring right back up.
tim really, really likes thigh riding. sometimes, my man here is tired, and after a long day, all he wants to see is you grinding on his thigh as he manspreads, you rubbing against his pants; he’ll even let you cum on him, if you put up good enough of a show. if you beg through teary eyes, he’ll even help you drag your hips. :)
most definitely has a size kink. he’s quite tall, so it’s more than likely you’re at least a bit shorter than him. he loves to tower over you and easily manhandle you, even if it’s just to throw your legs over his shoulders. he loves to see his big hands or cock compared to your hole, loving the way it struggles to stretch for him, even with lube :) on the flip side, if you are taller or bigger than him in some way, he’ll still enjoy getting to overpower you; it’s an ego boost to know that he can tame even you.
#cw: dick sucking lol#cw: thigh riding#cw: reader in cutesy clothes#cw: dacryphillia#cw: size kink#aph hetalia#hetalia#hetalia fandom#hetalia fanfiction#hetalia hc#hetalia headcanons#hetalia x reader#hetalia x you#aph netherlands#hws netherlands#netherlands x reader#my work
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They’ve surrounded the Joker when it happens.
“Give up Joker.” Bruce growls out, “You’re outnumbered.”
“Oh, Batsy!” The Joker says with a face-splitting grin, “All these heroes for little old me? You shouldn’t have!”
And yeah, Tim supposes having the entire family here was a bit overkill but with Joker one couldn’t take any chances. He does wish that this fight could be over though — there's a cold case with his name on it back at the cave.
“Got the family back together!” The Joker laughs, “How wonderful Batsy! But… where’s my Robin?”
The family collectively inhales. From the corner of his eye, Tim sees Dick take a step forward only to be held back by Cass.
“Oh? Did I hit a soft spot there? I miss my Robin. You should’ve heard the way he screamed. We had so much fun Batsy!”
God, Tim didn’t even know it was possible for Bruce to get tenser.
The Joker’s face screws up into something more contemplative, “Maybe I should take someone new? How about you, baby bat? Whad’ya think? Wanna have some fun with Uncle Joker?”
“I will decapitate you with my sword, Joker,” Damian sneers.
The Joker laughs, “That’s the spirit!”
He’s about to take a step forward when all of a sudden two loud gunshots sound out.
The Joker drops to the ground, both kneecaps shot through.
His family shares a collective glance — Jason? No way, he sticks to the Bowery and Crime Alley when the Joker’s out. So, then who?
“That’s no fair!” The Joker wails, “You told me you don’t use guns!”
“What’s going on?” Babs says into the comms.
“Were those gunshots I just heard?” Jason asks, “I’m coming over right now.”
Shit, Tim thinks, Jason coming over will do no good for anyone. We need to wrap this up.
A voice rings out over them, “Goddamnit Mori, I think my aim’s getting worse. Whad’ya think?”
“You said two shots and you made two shots. It’s not like that clip isn’t still practically full.” Another voice — presumably Mori — says, “If it gets the job done…”
“Then it gets the job done.” The first voice says back.
Two people walk into the clearing both wearing black masks. The one with blond hair is wearing an oversized white button-up with a tie, a black knee-length coat, wide-leg pants, and combat boots. The blond-haired one was shorter than the other but still taller than Tim. He was quite broad too.
You think he’s cute, don’t you? His mind teases
What? No! He just shot the Joker. He retorts.
Yeah, but look at those arms. He could probably pick us up with one hand.
And now that his brain had brought it up, he couldn’t get the idea out of his head.
Look, now is not the time. We’ll jerk off about it later.
So you will jerk off to him?
Tim blushes furiously under the mask, Oh my god, shut up!
Focusing back on the scene in front of him, he catalogs the other man. The other man is quite tall, like Jason-level tall. He’s wearing all black — a turtleneck with two gun holsters strapped across his chest, and black cargo(?)/combat(?) pants tucked into combat boots. He also has a sword strapped to his waist.
Oh, and they both have black gloves on. Huh, hot.
By the time, Tim is done cataloging both of them, they’ve arrived in front of them.
The Joker turns from the ground, where is trying to stem the blood coming out of his leg, “Are you two the ones that shot me? That wasn’t very nice of you! If you wanted to-”
The blond one tilts his head and in one quick motion, the black-haired one backhands the Joker.
“God, do you ever shut up?” The blond one says, “Always fuckin yammering.”
The black-haired one sighs, “The sword causes too much drag.”
(Now that he's heard Mori speak a little, he notices a bit of an accent. Not enough to be identifiable but enough to know that English probably wasn't his first language.)
“I fucking told ya, Mori!” The blond says, “Why’d’ya bring it anyway?”
“It adds to the mystique! The aura!”
“We literally did not need that.”
“Whatever. You wouldn’t know flair if it smacked you across the face.” Mori says, “Now help me strap it across my back.”
Tim watches flabbergasted as the two men squabble over the sword. Finally, the blond one gets it strapped on.
(“So many fucking straps and for what?”
“It’s fashion,” Mori hisses.
“It’s impractical, is what it is.”)
Dick seems to get tired of this act and steps forward, “Can we help you two?”
Tim watches as the blond’s eyes curve into smiles, “No, no, it’s okay! Just sit back and watch the show!”
“What do you want?” Bruce says, as curt as ever.
The two men look at each other and then back at Bruce before bursting into laughter.
“Why what any Gothamite wants of course. To kill the Joker!” The blond says.
The Joker laughs, “Oh now this is going to be fun!”
Bruce steps forward, “We can’t let you do that.”
“Don’t worry, you just have to watch,” Mori says.
Bruce takes another step forward and quick as a whip the blond has a gun trained on him. Bruce raises his hands.
“Don’t move,” he says, “Take a few steps back.”
Bruce walks backward a few steps till he’s back in line with them.
“Now here’s what’s gonna happen.” He says, “I am going to kill the Joker and you guys are going to watch. And then, we are going to leave. Okay?”
“There are other ways than killing someone. Do not do this.”
The men look at each other and shake their heads.
“Oh Batman,” Blond says like he’s talking to a particularly disobedient child, “How many people have to die before it’s too many? How many children? How many graveyards does this thing have to fill before it’s too many?”
Jason inhales sharply over the comms.
“How many children do you have to lose, Batman, to this thing before it becomes unacceptable? One in a wheelchair and the other died and was brought back.”
Babs’ voice comes over shaky through the comms, “How does he know that?”
“If you had any sense,” Blond continues, “You would’ve ended this twisted game of tag years ago. But you couldn’t. So now I have to clean up the mess for you.”
“Let’s get started then.” Mori nods and steps back, falling into parade rest.
“First things first,” Blond whips the gun over to Damian. The family startles. “Get him off the field. Now.”
“How dare y-” Damian starts.
“You are, like, 10. I am not going to beat the shit out of Joker in front of a 10-year-old. Go home, kid.”
“I will not.”
Blond shoots at the ground in front of Damian, “I won’t miss next time. I’m not playing around. Go home, kid.”
“Robin,” Bruce says.
Damian stands up straighter, “Yes Father?”
“Go home.”
“Father!”
“That is an order. Go now.”
Damian deflates, “Yes Father.” And he grapples away.
Blond watches Damian until they can’t see him anymore. Then he turns back to the Joker.
“Mori, crowbar.”
The family stiffens.
Mori hands Blond a crowbar. He runs his fingers up and down it in a mockery of a caress.
Blond looks down at the Joker, “No, don’t be scared.” He coos, “It’s just payback. You understand, right?”
He traces the hook part over the Joker’s cheek, “What goes around, comes around. You killed someone and now I have to kill you. It’s nothing personal.”
Blond stops, “Well, actually it is. I’m a Gothamite, it’s definitely personal.”
Blond raises the crowbar and brings it down, again and again, and again.
THWACK — a bone snaps.
THWACK — blood squelches.
THWACK — the crowbar rips through Joker’s face.
Over and over again, the sound rips through the square. Mori never takes his eyes off the gruesome scene.
Finally, Blond seems to get tired of whacking the Joker and drops the crowbar on the ground.
Looking down, Blond groans, “Man, he got blood all over my white shirt!”
I’m pretty sure you did that yourself, Tim thinks hysterically.
“God Mori,” Blond whines, “What should I do?”
“Finish it,” Mori says.
“You’re right.” Blond reaches into his overcoat and pulls out a gun. It’s clearly special, considering the reverence Blond holds it with.
Blond presses a kiss to the hilt and aims it at Joker’s forehead.
“Don’t do this,” Bruce says.
Blond turns his head towards Bruce and oh, his eyes are so sad, “It’s too late Batman. It’s going to happen anyway.”
Below him, Joker gurgles out smiling maniacally through his mangled face, “You won’t kill me.”
Blond takes a deep breath, “For my darling.” He whispers.
He breathes out and presses the trigger.
BANG.
The Joker lies dead on the ground, a smile still on his face.
Blond crouches down and taps his gun to the Joker’s chest, “I hope you suffer for the rest of eternity. May you never find peace.”
Then he stands up and stumbles over into Mori’s open arms.
“Mori,” he sobs out, “What, what have I-”
Mori smooths Blond’s hair back, “Shh. It’s okay. You did the right thing. He would’ve killed more people if you didn’t end him. It’s okay.”
“I never wanted to become this. What would she think of me? She’d be so disgusted.” Blond gasps out.
“I didn’t know the young mistress as well as you did but from what you’ve told me of her, I think she’d be proud of you,” Mori says, rubbing his hand up and down Blond’s back.
Lovers? He thinks, Or are they brothers?
(Why does his heart hurt at the thought of Blond and Mori being in a relationship? Tim quickly files the thought away into his “Do Not Touch” folder.)
“The blood on your hands isn’t something you can lose, otouto. All you can do is choose is whose.”
“You have to calm down. You came here for one more thing. Finish it and we can have a breakdown later.”
Blond takes a few deep breaths as he tries to regulate his breathing. Pushing away from Mori, he spins around to them.
“Right! Sorry about that.” He says voice infused with fake cheer.
Blond’s eyes roam over their family before landing on Tim.
“You,” He says, “Come here.”
“What do you want with him?” Dick asks.
“I’m not going to hurt him I swear! I just need to ask him a few questions.”
And well, Tim’s always been too courageous for his own good, so he steps forward.
Blond looks him up and down before saying, “Take the mask off.”
The entire family protests.
“We can’t do that.” Dick says, “It would compromise us.”
Blond waves his hand, “I already know who you are. Don’t worry about it.”
This sends the family into a silent frenzy.
“People will see,” Tim says quietly. Blond’s eyes snapped toward him.
“My men have had this area blocked off for a while. Nobody will see.”
Tim takes a deep breath and peels his domino mask off. Blond inhales sharply.
“Oh,” He says quietly like he’s wounded.
“There are those pretty blue eyes of yours. Such a shame you hide them behind your mask.”
Tim’s cheeks traitorously start blushing. Blond raises his hand as if to cup his cheek and Tim can’t help but wrinkle his nose at the blood dripping off the glove. Blond follows his eyes and snorts in amusement.
“Don’t worry, pretty bird.” He says “I’ll take them off.”
True to his word, Blond does take them off and reaches back out to cup his cheek.
His hand is warm, Tim thinks, Does he have a fever?
“Are you eating well?” Blond asks.
“What?”
“Are you eating well?”
“Yes?”
“Are you sleeping well?”
Tim grimaces, “Yes? Sorta?”
Blond frowns and Tim has the irrational urge to smooth out the wrinkle between his eyes.
“Okay, not really the answer I wanted to hear but I guess for you ‘sorta’ is better than an outright no.”
He smiles and drags his thumb across Tim’s cheek, “And lastly, Red Robin, and this is the hard one, are you happy?”
(“What the fuck is going on?” Jason asks flatly through the comms.
“I have no fucking idea.” Duke responds, “I feel like we shouldn’t even be watching this.”
Steph chimes in, “Cass wants to know if Tim already knew this man. I don’t think so but like isn’t this soooo Wattpad?”
“What the fuck is Wattpad?” Dick asks.
“Is Tim having his Y/N moment? Is that what this is?” Jason asks incredulously.
“Guys, shut up.” Babs hisses, “I’m kinda invested in this.”)
Tim swallows and shit, isn’t that a question for the ages. Is he happy? He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know anything outside of being Robin. If he’s not solving cases, he’s out on patrol. If he’s not out on patrol, he’s working with his team. When was the last time he ever did anything for himself? When was the last time he went skateboarding? Or played video games? When was the last time he hung out with people who weren’t heroes?
When was the last time he was just Tim and not Robin?
(Probably not since high school. Not since Darla and Ber-
We are not thinking about that.)
Tim swallows around the lump in his throat, “I don’t know.”
Blond’s eyes go sad, “That’s okay. You can figure it out.”
Tim can’t help but lean into the hand. Blond caresses Tim’s face one last time before pulling his hand away.
Blond puts the gun back into his coat.
“Well,” He says, “It’s time for us to leave. I don’t know if we’ll meet again but if we do, I hope your answers are more concrete next time.”
Blond leans in to touch their foreheads together, “Be well.” he whispers.
Tim’s breath catches in his throat, everything laser-focused on Blond’s face so close to his. If he leaned in he could ki-
Blond turns around and walks back to Mori. Mori lifts up his arm to wrap it around the other’s shoulders.
Just as they’re almost out of earshot, Tim finally finds his voice.
“Hey!” He shouts. They turn their heads toward him, ���Do I know you?”
Blond laughs a little, it’s sad and it’s broken, “Once. A long, long, time ago.”
And the men walk away.
#this is part of an au i have#where after darla dies henry offers bear the position of his heir and bear initially refuses#but ends up joining on the condition that he works his way up. and he does eventually so#here's a scene from that au#please ask me about my au!!#mob boss!bernard au#basically it's my wattpad mafia story timber version#tim drake#bernard dowd#timber#dc
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“Normally, the best thing about boomerangs is that you don’t have to chase them.”
“I don’t know, Robin,” said Dick, “I think the best thing about them is their name.”
“This infernal device shouldn’t be called a boomerang. It doesn’t come back to you. It’s not a weapon or a toy. You barely had to throw it before it took off flying.”
“Aw, are you not having fun?”
“I’m not,” said Tim. He now fully understood the ‘no chatting on comms’ rule. Sitting in a chair listening to it while being stuck at a computer was a lot less fun. Especially while being forced to relive one of his least favorite memories, aka ‘Dick is Batman and chooses Damian as his Robin’. All that after having a goddamn boomerang thrown at him, which triggered his other least favorite memory.
“Don’t be sore, Red. It’s bad for your ribs,” Dick teased.
“My ribs are only sore because Robin threw the boomerang right at me!” If only Dick could see Tim’s face right now, he’d know Tim was not in the mood to be teased.
“That’s not true. Robin threw the boomerang, then it swerved at you because it locked onto something, and it hit your already bruised ribs that you were hiding from Alfred.”
Tim sighed. “I would have been fine—”
Alfred cleared his throat. “You are lucky I allowed you to man the computer instead of insisting on bed rest. Especially given your…recent history with it.”
Tim sighed again. “Yes, Alfred. Thank you for allowing me to sit here and observe the buck wild trajectory of a stupidly-named tracking device.”
“It’s not even a tracking device. We have no way to follow it remotely and thus are reduced to following it physically,” Damian complained again.
“Sorry. Best I could do on short notice was slap a bat-tracker on it and hope it won’t fall off.”
“Any idea where it’s taking us yet, by any chance?” Dick asked.
“South.”
“Helpful as always, Drake,” Damian groused.
“Hey. Names.”
Damian didn’t apologize, but he didn’t make that stupid tutting noise, either.
“Wherever it’s taking you, I hope you get there soon.”
Damian sniffed. “Indeed.”
“Anyone want to take bets?” asked Dick. “Ten bucks we run into Spoiler and Batgirl.”
“Unlikely. They’re in Bludhaven tonight, covering for Nightwing.”
“I still think you should’ve let Batgirl wear your suit, D,” said Tim. “Would’ve been funny.”
“She’s five inches shorter than me.”
“You’re five inches shorter than B and you're still wearing his suit.”
“Excuse you, I am only four inches shorter—”
“Aw, did you finally get your growth spurt?”
“Like you’re one to talk—”
“Actually—”
“If you two are quite finished,” interrupted Alfred, “I believe I may know where your boomerang is headed. I do hope you remembered to switch out of your summer suits.”
“Oh, I see,” said Dick with a dry chuckle. “This is either gonna be hilarious or terrible.”
-If You Give a Bat a Burger Chapter 4 excerpt
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#batburger au#if you give a bat a burger#chapter 4#dp x dc#dpxdc#dc x dp#dcxdp#batpham#danny phantom crossover#ao3 fic#cielle's writing
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Just a Kid Next Door - Chapter 2
Bruce is finally back from being stuck in the time stream. Tim managed to save Batman and his loved ones. Now it is time for Tim to go home and rest. But the problem is that, Tim has no home. Or that's what he thinks so.
This will be a multichapter fic on how did Tim reconcile with his family. It will be full of angst, family feels and family shenanigans.
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The first thing Bruce sees after opening his eyes is a flash of blinding light, followed by a very blurry face. The person had black hair and light eyes and was calling out his name, that too in a very panicked voice.
His first instinct was to become alert. Even in his dizzy state, he tried his best to observe and analyze his surroundings.
It took Bruce a minute to realize that the person in front of him is his son. The person is one of his kids from his brood of children.
But Bruce was not able to figure out which one though. It was maybe due to his very blurry eyesight or his very concussed head, he concluded.
One of his hand reached out to touch his son’s face. He might not be able to see clearly to find which one of his kid is in front of him, but he could definitely find out through touch.
He first touched his kid’s face and then went to feel his shoulder.
‘Mm, Too fair to be Duke, little shorter and eyes too blue to be Jason, too tall to be Damian and too built to be Tim. Oh, it must be Dick.” he finally concluded.
Bruce and Batman are two different people.
Batman is a powerful vigilante. He channels his grief and pain into protecting his city, Gotham. He’s a master of countless disciplines and he strike fear into the heart of criminals to bring them to justice.
But Bruce is first and foremost, a Father. Bruce Wayne, the Gotham’s prince (not a Prince any more though), the billionaire playboy and philanthropist is a Father. His first priority will always be his Family. His family is the most important thing to him, whether biological or chosen.
And in this moment, he was not Batman. He was just Bruce. A Father.
Bruce missed his kids so much. He still don’t know how many days or even months he had actually missed, but he’s more than glad that he is back. He is not going to let any of his kids and Alfred out of his sight for the next few days.
He then heard Dick’s voice, rough, like he’s been crying for quite some time now.
“Shit, B. You woke up. Do you- you want me to call anyone, like – like, shit …um like Clark or someone. Wait B, um…lemme”
‘Huh, he sounds very strange.’ he thought.
Suddenly he feels a hand under his head and sees a thumb and a forefinger opening his eyes wider. He then realized that he’s being checked for concussion.
“Oh, you are definitely concussed.”
“Grn” he groaned.
He reached out and embraced his kid. He don’t want to miss anymore of his time by waiting. He is going to smother all his kids with hugs until they put up a fight with him.
Dick went still for a few seconds. And then he started to weep, his whole body wracked by sobs.
As much he tries to be a good parent, Bruce is never really the one for dealing with emotions in a healthy manner. And he will never forgive himself for passing on that trait to his children, because his children rarely cried to cope up with feelings. Hence Dick’s sudden outburst threw Bruce off guard.
“Oh, I-I missed y-you so much B, please don’t ever leave us ever again. Don’t leave me al-alone, please. Everyone thought you died, Bruce.” His whole body was shaking.
Bruce’s heart ached. Each of his kid’s sob was like a dagger piercing his heart. Bruce never wished for his children to go through the same trauma he did as a kid when his parents died. And yet, here he is.
“But I didn’t be-believe them. I somehow knew you were alive. I-I never stopped searching for you”
Bruce hugged him even harder. He knew his children were smart, but he was doubtful that they would find out the minuscule clues he left and put two and two together.
But he had hoped.
He never lost hope in his family. He knew they would eventually save him.
And he is proud that he wasn’t wrong.
Dick was now quiet, but Bruce can still feel him crying.
“It’s okay chum, don’t worry. I’m here and I’m not going to leave you alone, sweetheart. Never.” said Bruce, his voice sounding foreign to himself.
“Y-Yeah?”
“Hm-mm, I’m going to bore you all with my facts about dinosaurs. You are going to love every minute of it.” He chided.
Dick let out a hearty chuckle. Bruce was glad to have elevated the mood.
They were occupied by comfortable silence for the next few minutes, Bruce lying on the med bay bed with Dick’s head on his chest and his arms embracing the boy. He felt dizzy, and his eyes started to droop due to his tiredness.
“You are my son, Dick. I’m never going to leave you alone. Never.” He murmured, before falling into deep slumber.
What he failed to notice before going to sleep was, Tim going very still, almost still like a rock.
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Rain pounded the streets of Gotham. The flooded sewers and subways forced the residents to walk in the rain, soaking wet. The Bat Signal almost invisible due to the cloudburst.
Gotham is a busy city. Social workers working days to fix the city, young CEOs and entrepreneurs walking hurriedly in the crack of dawn and the elites from the nicer parts of the town attending Galas after Galas to keep up their appearances and earn fortunes.
But the City is extremely busy at nights though. Stealth bodies clad in darker shades of Kevlar and spandex can be seen jumping from building to building, fighting rouges and lurking in the shadows, protecting the city.
But nights like these makes it extremely difficult to do their job. Along with the rain came the criminals.
Gotham is a busy City. Not even the dangerous calamities stopped the rogues in the slightest.
That’s why the Batman and the newest Robin can be seen launching their fists and using their acrobatic skills to fight the Penguin and his men
“You cannot catch me, Batman” Oswald snickered. He used his bladed Umbrella to fight against Batman
The Robin was using his Katana to block the blows while performing various impressive fighting techniques thought by the league to fight the Penguin’s men. They stood no chance against the young warrior.
Batman leaped from rooftop to rooftop while throwing his Batrangs at The Penguin, which he was able to block with his shield like umbrella.
The sound of bullet being fired dominated the swishing sounds of cape and the men’s grunts of pain. Many lost their stance and put down their weapon due to the sudden gunshot. Batman used this distraction to jump on Oswald and knock him down.
From out of the shadows emerged a built figure, clad in dark grey Kevlar, brown leather jacket and a very contrasting red helmet which hid the vigilante's entire face, pointing one of his many guns to the sky. The red Bat symbol on his chest glimmering due to droplets of rain.
“I thought you stopped killing” gruffed Batman.
“Aw, you’re welcome, Goldie. I will save you at any given chance. And, don’t be narcissistic. It’s a rubber bullet. And I did not shoot anyone by the way.” The Red Hood replied, sarcasm dripping from his tone.
“tt, you did nothing Hood.” Robin came and stood next to the Batman after tying up the men for the officers.
“Be grateful, Gremlin”
“tt” Robin tutted, shaking his head.
“What are you doing here anyways, Hood? I thought Crime alley is your area.” Batman asked, wiping off the blood from his lips.
“Surprise, seems like our cases are connected after all. I had an intel that Penguin and Black mask are working on some shady stuff together”
“Oh” came out of Dick’s mouth.
Their conversation was interrupted by sudden swoosh of wind. This alerted the three to jump into their fighting stance.
“Fucking hell, Superman. You could have warned us it was just you.” Said Red Hood, relaxing.
“Sorry, but I have an important news.” Replied Superman, eyeing the three of them carefully.
“Batman is back. We saved him from time stream. Wonder Woman and Flash managed to bring him back to the Batcave.”
#batfam#dc robin#good parent bruce wayne#jason todd#tim drake#red robin#young justice#tim drake angst#tim drake needs a hug#hurt tim drake#jason todd is a little shit#good brother damian wayne#dick grayson is a ray of sunshine#alfred pennyworth#cassandra cain#duke thomas#stephanie brown#justice league#jonathan kent#conner kent
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My Dear Friend
Part 4
Part 3
Part 2
Part 1 and summary
This part definitely needs some extra warnings. Near the end of this part there is some psychological horror and a touch of gore and body horror. I was getting sketched out while writing it so I figured a warning would be a good idea. That being said I hope you enjoy I have been having a ball writing it! 🤗
The silence didn't last long. The front door opened and footsteps found their way to the family room.
"Hey Bruce, I passed that trigonometry test. Oh hey." The boy said as he walked in. He had glasses and had dark hair like Bruce and Dick they almost looked like they all could actually be related.
"Tim, this is Margaret, she's going to be staying here for a bit." Bruce says as he gestures to me.
"For another night" I say softly as I stare at him. Could he have be the Robin with Bruce the other night? He looked the right size if not a little short. I hadn't seen Jason yet but Dick was way too tall and wide to have been him.
"Yeah right we kinda met already." He said as he walked further into the room. "Jason and Dick get in a fight over the remote again? It's wrecked." He said as he pushed the scraps of the remote around with his foot.
"Margaret, this is Tim and Robin. Do you remember him?" Tim smiled with pride.
"You beat up Scarecrow?" I asked. He wasn't super short but he was way shorter and skinnier than a grown man. "All by yourself?" I added. He almost looks offended.
"Yeah Crane is a piece of cake to handle when he doesn't have his gas. Speaking of which, how are you doing?" Tim asked as he leaned against the arm of the sofa Bruce sat on.
"I'm fine." I say flatly. It was the truth. Tim pauses for a moment like he was expecting me to say more.
"Right well I'm gonna go to my room, I have some friends waiting for me to get online." He says as he pats Bruce on the shoulder as he walks out.
"Homework first Tim." Bruce says after him. "One second." He says as he stands up to catch up with him. The conversation trailed out of earshot as they went upstairs. I sat for a while alone.
"Felix?" I ask in a soft whisper. There was no answer. I couldn't feel him in the slightest. I stood up and walked out of the room myself. The whole manor seemed so quiet. I looked up the stairs I assumed they walked up. I start walking up one side of the double staircase. I stood on the landing and looked down both halls. I had no way of knowing which way they went. This would be one of the moments I need Felix. I took a guess and went right. I walk down a few more halls till I get to a hall that looks like it might have some bedrooms. This place had a more confusing layout than Arkham. I wasn't sure how to get back to the stairs. I heard some music coming from a door. I thought it might be Tim's room. Maybe he could help me find my way back. I knocked softly at first but the music must have been too loud. I knock a little harder. Without warning the door flew open and a very tall man I had never seen before stood in the doorway. He had a white tuft of hair but the rest was jet black like the others.
"Who the hell are you?" He asked as he looked down at me. I stuttered for a second.
"I'm well um I'm Margaret." He paused for a second. He looked very tired. There was something off about him. Something about his head, no inside his head.
"Alright well bye" He says as he shuts the door.
"No wait! Can you help me get back downstairs?" I yell through his door. He opens it again and steps out. Could this be Jason? I imagined a younger boy. He looked like he could be older than Dick.
"Come on." He sounded very annoyed. I followed him the best I could but his strides were much larger than mine.
"Are you Jason?"
"Mm-hmm"
"Bruce adopted you?"
"Something like that." He said as he expertly navigated the same halls I stumbled through.
"Did I wake you up?"
"No" He said shortly. Finally I recognized a hall as I saw the landing at the end of the hall. He stopped and pointed. "The stairs are there." He said as he turned and started walking back to his room. I stood there for a second. He seemed nice enough but I had a horrible sinking feeling around him. I couldn't explain it but it was similar to when you see a serial killer's face on TV and you don't want to look them in the eye.
"Margaret!?" I heard Bruce yelling as he exited the room he left me in. I was looking down at him when I saw how worried he looked.
"Up here." I say as I start walking down the stairs to him. He met me halfway up.
"Did something happen? Why did you leave the room?" He asked calmly but his eyes told a different story. They looked almost anxious. It made me scared. Like I did something wrong. I looked up at him with wide scared eyes and my bottom lip started to shake.
"I was looking for you." I say quickly and softly like I would be interrupted. His eyes change in an instant.
"Oh Margaret, I was just helping Tim get settled in." His eyes softened and looked like I have known them too.
"I met Jason."
"Oh?" He asks as he looks around like he was looking for him.
"I got lost and he helped me find my way back to the stairs."
"Oh yeah?" He says with a small chuckle. "Maybe we'll put up signs or something. Jason had the hardest time finding his way around when he first came here." It was hard to imagine it after seeing him walk the halls moments ago. "Hey, why don't I show you your room? It's just a guest bedroom for now but you tell me or Alfred how you want to decorate it and we can work on it sometime." He said as he ushered me back to the landing. I followed him down the right side hall and down a similar path to where I just came from.
"I won't need a room remember? I'm only here for the night." I say correcting him but he didn't seem to hear me or maybe he was ignoring me.
"Dick's room is just down the hall here." Bruce said as we walked in the direction of Jason's room if I was remembering right. He stopped at an open door. It was huge and had a few windows but mainly my eyes were drawn to a large bay window in the center of the room. The bed and drapes were dark green and all the furniture was made of dark wood. The bed was the biggest one I had ever seen. "Here we are. Do you like the shape of it? We have more guest rooms you could have but this is the closest to the boys rooms and I rather you be close to someone in case you need something.
"No, it's really nice. I like it." I say as I step inside and turn to look at him.
"And how does Felix feel about it?"
"No idea he's not here." I say as I look around the room. I pull the drawers out from the dresser to look in them.
"Well I hope I didn't upset him too much earlier. I didn't realize he was so…. Particular." He said. I could tell he was choosing his words carefully but I wasn't sure if it was for me or Felix's sake.
"No, sometimes he just leaves. He didn't leave when I was at Arkham so he probably is stretching his legs or something." I say as I sit down on the bed. It's very soft and doesn't make a sound when you put weight on it. "Is Jason okay? He seemed kinda different." I say looking at Bruce who was still standing outside the room he sighed and took a step forward to lean against the doorframe as he crossed his arms.
"He's fine. He had an accident a few months back and the whole family is adjusting from it. He's a good kid, really tough. He'll be okay with some time." His voice was darker than normal, heavier maybe.
"What kind of accident?"
"The kind most people don't come back from. We thought we lost him there for a while but he pulled through." What he was saying was good news. Most fathers adopted or not would say this with a big smile proudly but Bruce sounded like he lost a son still. I got the feeling there was something else going on, I didn't need Felix to tell me that.
"Oh okay well I'm happy he's okay." I say, Bruce nodded and pushed off the doorframe and unfolded his arms.
"There is a bathroom attached so feel free to shower. I'll have Alfred bring some of Tim's pajamas. We have some girl clothes in storage I think but we'll have to dig. Once the weather clears up we can go out and get you your own."
"Why do you have girl clothes? I thought you only had sons." I say worried there might be more people for me to meet.
"Oh they are some we got for Barbara she was Batgirl. You will meet her soon I imagine." He says as he comes in to check the locks on the windows.
"Are all your kids vigilantes?" I ask as my eyes follow him. He laughs a little and nods as he fiddles with the locks.
"Just about, it's a family business." Is that why he wants to adopt me? He said Barbara was Batgirl. Is he looking for a new one? I wasn't cut out for that kind of stuff. Batgirl is a badass. I limp all day if I stub my toe. Maybe he thinks Felix can be useful. That's like trying to herd cats. The wind blew against the windows and it sounded like a soft howl. It really was getting bad out. The snow was piling up and it wasn't even dark yet. "We eat dinner late normally. If you are hungry don't be afraid to ask." I nod but I was still full from lunch. I hadn't had so much food in a while.
"Pretty sweet room right?" My head snapped to look at who was talking. Dick was walking in. I didn't even heat him coming. I nod agreeing "so you think she is ready to see the bodies we keep in the basement?" He said with a smirk. I look at him momentary shock but onec I saw him smiling I knew he was joking.
"Stop teasing her." Bruce said as he walked past him to stand in the hall. "I'm going to get everything around for patrol tonight. Are you coming out tonight? Tim and I are taking south Gotham if you want to cover the north." Bruce said looking at Dick.
"I don't know I might hang out with Margaret pull out some board games or something." He say looking me with a wide, opened smile.
"I think she wants to have a quiet night Dick. It's going to be a short night away, Tim has school and I'd feel bad leaving Margaret home." Bruce said looking back at me.
"I'll be fine if you have to do stuff. I was just going to shower and sleep probably." I had to assume patrol means patrolling the city. I didn't want to pull them away from that and being alone sounds nice. Dick shrugs.
"My nights wide open." He said as him and Bruce walked off talking amongst themselves. I sat on the bed staring down the hall for a long while. I was worried if I left I wouldn't find my way back to this soft bed.
Alfred dropped by and gave me some clothes. He almost gave me a heart attack when he walked into view of the dimly lit hall. Now with the fancy pajama set I had I got in the shower. I was starting to worry Felix is never gone for so long. I started to hate the silence he left behind. I finished my shower and go dressed. I used the plastic covered tooth brush that was in its box under the sink. My reflection looked distorted. I couldn't tell if it was me or the mirror that was messed up. It had been a while since I saw myself. I guess mirrors are not a necessity in a psych ward.
The bags under my eyes only seemed to have grown. My hair was longer then I remembered it looking. It was down to the middle of my back now. Were my eyes always so big and dark? I checked my gums and tongue. I guess they looked normal. I as I stared into the mirror I started to see a gaunt horrible face in place of mine. It was unfamiliar to me and yet I wasn't afraid. My mind liked to play tricks on me even when Felix was gone.
I looked at the clock and saw it was only 8pm. I wasn't tired yet and I couldn't figure out how to use the remote to turn on the TV. I saw a figure past my doorway and I froze for a second. I figured even if it's a ghost or something at least I wouldn't be bored. I got up and ran out into the hall. I saw the back of Jason. I was so relieved it wasn't actually a ghost.
"Can you help me?" I ask after him.
"Lost again?"
"No I don't know how to turn on the TV." I said with a sheepish smile. He sighed and turned around and walked towards my room. He picked it up and turned it on. I swore I tried that button. He went to walk out. "Wait are you going downstairs?" I asked him. He nodded as he continued to walk out. "Can I come along?" I ask as I follow him.
"If you really have to." He said looking at me with a skeptical eye. We walk downstairs and I do my best to memorize what I could of the halls. I noticed on the front door was a keypad lock next to it. I hoped it was to set an alarm and not meant to lock anyone in. I pushed it out of my mind when we reached the dinning room. It was just as grand as the rest of the house. Wine red chairs and a table that could sit an army. Jason sat at a random chair and pulled out a small book from his back pocket. I sat a ways away from him so he didn't feel suffocated. Alfred came out and sat a plate of some kind of pasta in front of him.
"Thank you Alfred." He said as he takes a bite not taking his eyes from his book.
"Miss Margaret did you want some Spaghetti alla Puttanesca?" Alfred asks seeing me seated down the table. I stand up to look at Jason's plate. I shake my head no trying to hide my disgust at what looked like bits eggplants in the dish.
"Do you have peanut butter and jelly?" I ask him in all earnest.
Jason let out a short breath of air almost like he was holding a laugh.
"Well it's been many years but I think I can manage." Alfred says with a smile as he walks back into the kitchen. He came back shortly after holding the most gorgeous looking peanut butter and jelly I had ever seen.
"Thanks!" I say excitedly.
"Shall I cut the crust off for you?"
"No no it's perfect!" I say as I bite into it. He gave a satisfied smile as he walked away. I hadn't had a good PB&J sandwich in so long. I finished it in a matter of minutes. I looked at the book Jason was reading. I could make out a title on the worn cover. The collective poems of Emily Dickinson pocket addition. I smiled he didn't look like the type to like poems.
"Is it good? The book?" I ask. He nods as he eats his food still not looking up from his book.
"It's Dickinson so pretty good."
"I don't know if I have ever read any of hers." I was lying I knew I hadn't read anything by her. I wasn't really a reader.
"You can borrow my copy when I'm done with it."
"Oh no I'm leaving tomorrow. I'm just staying the night to make Bruce happy." I say with a small smile. Jason pulled his eyes from his book and raised an eye brow.
"That's not what I heard."
"What do you mean?" I ask leaning in a little. He shrugged and looked back at his book.
"I heard Bruce talking to the boy wonder talking about how he adopted you through some slightly shady channels but all still legal."
"No no he told me about that. I told him I didn't want him to adopt me. He just didn't want me out on the streets tonight." Jason chuckled dryly.
"You are more naive then I thought. Bruce always gets what he wants doesn't matter what anyone else wants. You are part of the family and you don't even know it.
"You are messing with me. Bruce is really nice he wouldn't-"
"Sure he's great when you are doing what he wants. If you try and run he'll find you assuming you even make it off of the house. He won't let you out till he's sure you'll come back. Like letting a dog off the leash." He says as he leans back and pokes his tongue against the side of the inside of his cheek. While looking me over. "Maybe I'm wrong, I was gone for a year. He could have changed. I hope for your sake he has at least. You won't survive training." He says without a hint of a joke. His face was so serious.
"What are you saying too her." Alfred said as he walked out from the kitchen. "Go on leave her alone. You can sulk by yourself you don't need to drag other people into it young man!" He said as he took his plate. Jason got up from his seat to leave.
"I mean it though I hope he's changed." He said it softer this time like he was really hopeful. He walked away as Alfred shooed him.
"Don't pay him no mind. He is still sore Master Bruce adopted Master Tim. He's just trying to scare you so you don't stay." Alfred says as he picks up my plate and motions for me to follow him into the kitchen. So I did. He started to load the dishwasher.
"What kind of accident did he have? Where did he go for a year?
"Oh well um he was badly beaten by that horrible clown. He fell into a coma." Alfred says as he turns around to look at me. He blames Master Bruce for it and is resentful he adopted Master Tim." He paused for a moment. "But none of that you should worry yourself with. He will bounce back Master Jason always does. His resilience is remarkable." Alfred says with a smile. I can tell he really loves them all. Even when they were being difficult. "Oh my look at the time. You should be getting off to bed. Have you showered?" He asks, looking at me.
"Yeah I did. Hey Alfred can you walk me back to my room? I still don't really know where it is." I say feeling embarrassed.
"Certainly." He said as he dried his hands off. He walked me back and the halls were becoming less of a mystery to me. We said our goodbyes and I shut my door. The TV was still on so I kept the light off and crawled into bed.
"Was he just bitter? Or was he trying to warn you?" I sat straight up as I heard an unfamiliar voice speak. It wasn't Felix, it wasn't his voice at least. "Over here, that's right on TV." I looked at the TV and a smiling woman on the news was starting right at me.
"Ar-are you talking t-to me?" I ask, looking at her. She nodded
"Well I'm not talking for my health am I? Hey wanna hear a secret?" She asked as she leaned in over her desk. I shake my head no. I knew this couldn't be real. "YOU'RE FUCKED!" She yelled so loud I thought my ear drums would burst. I put my hands over my ears as I looked at the TV. Her smile only got wider. It looked like hooks were pulling at the corners of her lips.
"Where's Felix!" I shout back at her. She slams her hands down on her desk and grabs your camera.
"YOU'RE FUCKED! YOU'RE FUCKEDYOU'RE FUCKED!YOU'RE FUCKED YOU'RE FUCKED!YOU'RE FUCYOU'ERFUCKED!" She continued to yell getting more mumbled and frantic as she screamed black slip started to fly from her mouth. Dark veins formed around her eyes. She began to slam her head on her desk till blood ran down her face mixing with the black liquid. Bone started to show as she smacked herself against her desk. She began to laugh like she was mad. I screamed and pushed myself against the backboard of the bed.
"WHO ARE YOU!" I scream back. I looked at the TV again and she was gone. A male news anchor was talking in a monotone voice about a robbery at Gotham mint. I pant and look around the room to make sure it was over.
"Margaret open up!" Jason shouted from outside the door. I looked at the door relieved it was just him. I didn't think I locked the door. I jumped up from the bed to let him in. As soon as my feet hit the floor I feel something grab my ankle and try to tug me under the bed. I screamed and clung to the edge of the bed. I looked and saw the news lady clawing at my leg with a smile straight from hell. Her body was bent in an unnatural way and her nails were long and jagged. I closed my eyes too afraid to look at her any longer. Jason broke down the door but as I opened my eyes I was laying on the floor next to the bed.
"What's wrong with you!" He said as he shook me by the shoulders. I pushed him away and crawled against the wall away from the bed.
"Under the bed! She's under there! She cut me!" I screamed as I pulled up my pant leg to show him. There was nothing. Not a single scratch. He looked at me like I was crazy. I couldn't really blame him. I knew I was crazy but I didn't think this crazy. He looked at me then back to the bed. He flipped the skirt up and inspected the underneath.
"There isn't anything. You had a nightmare." He said standing up
"No she was on the TV then she was un-under the bed Jason please you have to believe me!"
"I do believe you. I believe you saw a creepy girl on TV and had a nightmare about her." He said as he pointed to the TV. I craned my neck to see the ring playing. I shook my head.
"I didn't change it to that. I hate scary movies! And she didn't look like that!"
"Go back to bed. And I'm not taking the blame for the broken door. You tell Bruce you locked it." He said as he walked past me and out the door.
"I didn't lock the door!" I said after him but he just waved me off. Wasn't staying in that room. I ran as fast as I could down the hall. I finally made my way downstairs and into a random living room I had never seen before. I layed down on the sofa and curled up. It was mostly lit down here. I felt safer in the light. I had no idea what that was in there. I stayed awake for what felt like hours. Just staring at the entrance to the room. I was practically begging for Felix to come and make fun of me. I haven't been so scared in a while. Eventually the adrenaline wore off. I closed my eyes and fell asleep there.
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