Tumgik
#tt will not be the same without this loser!!!
seokka0o · 10 months
Text
ZB1 AS SUBS
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
0t6, Smut, Minor do not interact, Headcanon // Warning : sub!idol ;dubcon; bottoming; bondage;somnophilia; free use
Ask: hello bae ! i loved your haobin smut TT could you write more sub zb1 ? or haobin?
Tumblr media
KIM JIWOONG
Shy boy who always gives off a domineering vibe. Jiwoong has mannerisms to be reckoned with, he's always so thoughtful, kind of…needy for attention.
He always comes to you with eyes like he needs something, never saying it directly.
He wants you to feel it so he'll tell you in the most complicated way possible.
"Do you? If you don't, that's fine…I just thought it would be cool"
Pussy drunk, he feels like he always needs to be blowing you to be really happy.
When you accept you can hear him moaning in pleasure just from that, covering your entire vulva with his tongue while you moan and rub his nose on the clit
Be kind and sit on his face please, kitty jiwoong loves when you do that.
Hands squeezing your ass, eyes watching everything you do.
"Good boy, always does me so good"
Jiwoong loves to be praised, treated like the prince he deserves to be, so he can always remember to give his best in everything.
Even during the fuck, where he's usually on top, jiwoong despite not being very vocal, loves to watch you moan, squirm, tell you when he's good for you
Jiwoong is just a sub who needs his approval.
All the time .
ZHANG HAO
What to say? Baby girl energy certainly
You always need to make sure that zhang hao is feeling well, because he is like a puppy
It can also be bottom, becoming a preference.
He is your prized possession and you should always treat him well so he can do the same for you too.
He loves when you ride, so he can always touch your body freely without too much effort.
Make his playground
When by chance he wants something from you and there's no way you can give it at that moment,
then he'll take it
Throwing a tantrum and crying,
he'll find a way to have you naked in his bed the next minute.
Zhang Hao loves cockwarming, hugging your body while feeling your walls trapping him
You stroking his hair and telling him how much you love him is the perfect kind of condition where he wants to be.
"What can I get out of it?" And you need to be convincing.
He's just stating that whenever you want to use him freely he allows it, but all with one condition, because zhang hao is like that.
If you're into something intense enough, grab his neck and watch zhang hao roll his eyes in immeasurable pleasure.
SUNG HANBIN
can also be bottom
vibe from someone who always flashes the beautiful smile to seduce you and then begs for your mercy right after
He has a very sharp tongue, hanbin always expects to receive some punishment for his spoiling acts
Tie him up, show how much you can be superior to his rebellion and then this man goes crazy
His eyes fill with tears as he sees you on top doing whatever you want to him.
Stimulating him in several possible ways, thus also controlling orgasm
Seeing how shaky and tearful he gets when you don't give him what he wants.
"I beg you…don't do this to me"
But deep down he just wants you to keep going, because it feels so good.
From a few slaps on him, mainly on the face, hanbin has a certain urge for sadism
More than he cares to name
Masturbation as a form of punishment is also something you can be adept at
His moans when such well stimulated so priceless
Very melodious, painful, his bunny face says everything about the most submissive personality he has.
KIM TAERAE
brat
In a way you can barely tell but taerae is always testing your patience to the max
because he wants to be punished for it
He's not the type to enjoy a lot of pain,
but a little humiliation is up to him.
"You're a fucking loser, put yourself in your shoes"
something on that level,
maybe worse if you allow him to be treated that way
When taerae enters the sub boy sphere,
it's because he's feeling really comfortable in your presence
Being treated like a complete loser despite his rude mouth is usually what satisfies
To be subjugated and treated like nothing more than a mere insect
And then you can just tell him to stop rubbing his legs to try and relieve himself,
because that's also a way of stimulating and punish himself.
"Can't you control yourself? I already told you that you'll only touch yourself when I say so"
SEOK MATTHEW
He wants to be treated like a princess,
something very similar to zhang hao and the first time you would notice this sub behavior from him
It would be exactly when you don't give him what he wants right away
Matthew doesn't say too much, he shows it in attitude and when you back off is when he feels entitled to make your life hell.
So he becomes the worst kind of Brat, subtly open to dubcon
Him saying he doesn't want you anymore and inciting that in you is something that excites him, because he often wants to be hunted too
Look how bad you are to the point of leaving poor Matthew wanting something
Once he has what he wants he tends to be more obedient.
But until then, you're going to be a little angry.
Matthew is devout, anything that pleases you will please him too, in a way
precisely for giving an air of an inexperienced boy, the air of innocence that hides
matthew secretly wants to be corrupted by you, in the way you approach and define his cute face as your one and only target of corruption
“you like it, right?” : "y-yes"
being challenged to the point of showing the face of a good boy who just wants some relief from the problem between his legs
and if it shows how fragile it is to the point of not being able to do it alone
SHEN QUANRUI
Ricky is the more subtle type,
the one who loves it when you tell him he's doing well and should keep going.
the kind of sub that wants you on top of his commands somehow
Situations during sex will vary,
he should always start until the reactions are disproportionate and so you give him what he needs from you.
he's not vocal, just like he's not the type to take commands, maybe ricky is steps ahead of you in that regard.
the type that is always ready to welcome you, ricky just wants to be helpful
so make free use of it
independent,but especially while he is sleeping.
for ricky it's a dream to wake up with you sucking or riding him and telling him to be good and let you take good care of him
And who is ricky to complain about so much stewardship,
he didn't see him need to move a finger and he would still be being praised for it
384 notes · View notes
Note
meow meow, hottie-cutie! good morning! some love time for the best tumblr writer! 'i understand British accents' omg you're so big brained big sister!! ig i really am a little (ironic isn't it) meow meow next to you. i'm amazed you seem to be really smart, interesting, intelligent, bright and soso lovely-lovely. (and hot yes) i would've liked to be mutuals or friends with you for real ig? no but who are we to each other... you don't really need to answer it if you don't want to. what about british accent, it's more about the speed at which they speak?? i've sent my bestie a voice message with them speaking, turned it on and heard only 'lawlawlaw'... my brain may be big (not as much as yours) but too slow... and like spoilers... i know these TT girl i've been hyperfixated on this show since idk? november? october? tumblr and wiki almost showed me it TT i know the plot pretty good. tbh, i have really mixed feelings about rhaenyra's kids and jace being her heir? bc yes love is love and he's basically still targaryen, i can understand her being a wild girl in need of personal life and freedom. but thinking about the image of targaryens as the royalties, i don't really approve this? but i'm not on the greens' side bc?? i still haven't watched the show what am i talking about TT srry if i said smth stupid. next time i'll try better. 'IMMA BONK THAT LOSER MATT SO HARD FOR MAKING YOU SAD WHY ARE YOU SAD???' omg you sound SO like an elder sister rn TT thank you TT i'm always the one who people wants to bonk their enemies for them bc of my big stature? lol i'm literally all bark and no bite, i always just stand next to my short friend who beats the shit out of everyone like the meme with a small barking dog and a big one who's afraid of the first one. srry i've got distracted. i'm grateful! your words sound really comforting to me. but it's not like smth happened. this situation (like all things i must do but also the need to watch hotd without subtitles and so on) is so... ridiculous. it's killing me. why do i sound so whiny and complaining TT srry ig this's just how i see my life. (no but hotd already made my cry a couple of times) 'that means you want me to be nervous' IM SORRY TT it's good you understood i hadn't meant it. it was late with my brain even slower. wish you strong nerves!! giving them to you with a big kiss on your big brain!! thank you sm for your support, my most comfort person!! hope you can (or already did) forgive you too. 'i’m sure the same could be said about your kitty' ok i'm gonna make it a little sad rn. that very day, after nearly attacking my mom, my cat came back to me to lay on my lap. so now i'm crying and i'm not hot TT my face is pretty ugly rn but my eyes are shiny and it's pretty ig OH YOU KNOW WHAT?? you've reposted 'I, Unfortunately, Love You Most' and i recalled i was that anon too TT maybe even your work inspired me to request 'it takes two' and ask to make it more cruel sidjdpsp i like miserable and desperate daemon. i literally have fucking huge plot abt it in my notes... *winkwink* i've got a lot of thoughts about fics about daemon and some ideas but i feel like you're too busy. and like i need to go to bed... so have a nice day! take care! love you <з
MEEEEEEEEOW
Tumblr media
meow meowmoew meow
some love time for the best tumblr writer!
💅💅💅🥺🥺🥺🥺 purr
'i understand British accents' omg you're so big brained big sister!!
bonk 🤠 understanding chavs that go innit is gauge of big brained-ness for you ?? LOL HAHAH
ig i really am a little (ironic isn't it) meow meow next to you. i'm amazed you seem to be really smart, interesting, intelligent, bright and soso lovely-lovely. (and hot yes)
lol but ur taller that me ??? HAHAHH i am pretty smart interesting intelligent bright and soso lovely-lovely AND hot arent i HAHAHAH <3 🥺😍 idk why ur saying this suddenly but <3 im honored for the high regard lovie
i would've liked to be mutuals or friends with you for real ig? no but who are we to each other... you don't really need to answer it if you don't want to.
WE CAN BE MUTUALS! and friends (aren't we already 💔)
what about british accent, it's more about the speed at which they speak?? i've sent my bestie a voice message with them speaking, turned it on and heard only 'lawlawlaw'...
that happens. sometimes idk what my sister is saying and we speak the same languages HHHHAHAH also we speak to each other in english accents cos its fun innit
my brain may be big (not as much as yours) but too slow... and like spoilers... i know these TT girl i've been hyperfixated on this show since idk? november? october? tumblr and wiki almost showed me it TT i know the plot pretty good.
HAHAHHAH MALAY KO BA (Filipino for how would i know ig lsdfaashf it's hard to translate) yeah same i knew what was gonna happen in the show because i think i started watching the show was already like on its 7th or 8th episode i didnt feel the need to skip through spoilers tbh though sometimes i did like its fine. also big brains arent meant to be compared 😡
tbh, i have really mixed feelings about rhaenyra's kids and jace being her heir? bc yes love is love and he's basically still targaryen, i can understand her being a wild girl in need of personal life and freedom. but thinking about the image of targaryens as the royalties, i don't really approve this? but i'm not on the greens' side bc?? i still haven't watched the show what am i talking about TT srry if i said smth stupid. next time i'll try better.
first of all you didnt say anything stupid. second of all, i agree, i too have mixed feelings towards rhaenyra in general lol. i mean they're all problematic, third of all. fourth of all, they all need extensive therapy and the rod of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. fifth of all, AHAHAHHA 'love is love' goo off queen but also DAMN 3 times HAHAdiaslgfasfasfhlasfhas i get why alicent is so pissed T_T sixth of all, i also dont approve of it, lol but im glad rhaenyra has her papa on her side. seventh of all, viserys problematic af too. eighth of all, im not on black/green side either, though since rhaenyra is mostly the protagonist of the story, people are more inclined to support her because that was how she was presented. again. they all problematic af AHAHAHAH
'IMMA BONK THAT LOSER MATT SO HARD FOR MAKING YOU SAD WHY ARE YOU SAD???' omg you sound SO like an elder sister rn TT thank you TT i'm always the one who people wants to bonk their enemies for them bc of my big stature? lol i'm literally all bark and no bite, i always just stand next to my short friend who beats the shit out of everyone like the meme with a small barking dog and a big one who's afraid of the first one.
lol HAHAH idk if its me being an elder sister or just me being intense. mayhap a bit of both. i will fight anyone for people i love. idc if theyre taller than me. people that are taller than me inspire my rage even more because ??? you think your safe just cause youre head dangling up in the ceiling ??? i think not. buttttt tbh irl im a pacifist AHHAHAH fr im usually the mediator i just talk a lot of smack, but when it comes to it, i usually resolve things peacefully.
im wonho in the end 'i dont smash i want peace
you and i are the same then, all bark no bite (just a nibble i think AHHAHA)
srry i've got distracted. i'm grateful! your words sound really comforting to me. but it's not like smth happened. this situation (like all things i must do but also the need to watch hotd without subtitles and so on) is so... ridiculous. it's killing me. why do i sound so whiny and complaining TT srry ig this's just how i see my life. (no but hotd already made my cry a couple of times)
im glad i can be a comfort to you my love. its ok to feel frustrated over things that frustrate you. its better sometimes to ride it out so that you let go of the feeling more wholly. as someone who watches a bunch of foreign films/shows, i understand the frustration of finding content without subtitles you can read so its ok. idk if i cried over hotd but i did very much feel disturbed many times over
'that means you want me to be nervous' IM SORRY TT it's good you understood i hadn't meant it. it was late with my brain even slower. wish you strong nerves!! giving them to you with a big kiss on your big brain!! thank you sm for your support, my most comfort person!! hope you can (or already did) forgive you too.
Tumblr media
'i’m sure the same could be said about your kitty' ok i'm gonna make it a little sad rn. that very day, after nearly attacking my mom, my cat came back to me to lay on my lap. so now i'm crying and i'm not hot TT my face is pretty ugly rn but my eyes are shiny and it's pretty ig
T_T MY LOVE T_T IDK WHAT TO SAY ITS GREAT THAT YOUR CATE CAME BACK BUT ALSO REALLY SAD its ok to cry if ur sad but dont let yourself be sad all the time. i kiss my pretty darling
Tumblr media
OH YOU KNOW WHAT?? you've reposted 'I, Unfortunately, Love You Most' and i recalled i was that anon too TT maybe even your work inspired me to request 'it takes two' and ask to make it more cruel sidjdpsp i like miserable and desperate daemon.
DANG THAT WAS YOU TOO you really are my #0 fan AHHAAAHHA tbh i love cruel fics but sometimes i dont think i write it well enough lol
i literally have fucking huge plot abt it in my notes... *winkwink* i've got a lot of thoughts about fics about daemon and some ideas but i feel like you're too busy. and like i need to go to bed... so have a nice day! take care! love you <з
you can always send me your thoughts if you want to. it's really just that i get back to them a little late because of how famous i am 😎 lol but in all seriousness, im so honored so many people like my writing enough to req things from me so yeah im luv u all<3
xxx
4 notes · View notes
gyu-effect · 3 months
Note
Hi! Wanted to ask if you or anyone here has any advice. I broke up with my boyfriend very recently because we have really different communication styles/needs and my needs aren’t being met (he can go a week with no contact with no problem (and has a few times without a heads up) whereas it makes me sad and anxious) but I love who he is as a person and we have similar life goals, ideals and morals.
We’re still friends because we care for one another but right now I just find myself looking for reasons to text him. When he eventually texts back I get really excited and happy but then immediately feel like a pathetic loser for it because im the one who asked him to meet me halfway in multiple discussions and it just wasn’t happening.
I know realistically that I should stop reaching out to him but I still want to buy him Christmas presents and ask him how his day was at work or if he ate well. How do I stop doing this to myself?
(I honestly hate dating like someone please just wife me up and we can commit to making each other feel secure in our relationship for the rest of our life 🥲)
so first of all this is REALLY REALLY assholic of me to respond to this so late I'M SO SO SO SORRY TO RESPOND TO THIS
tbh im a lot like you so i completely understand from where you're coming. it feels really draining when youre the only one at the giving end and never at the receiving end and yet no matter how much ever the person seems unenthusiastic you still give your 1000000% at it.
i understand how you feel and it does really feel pathetic sometimes like why am i so desperate??? they're not like this for me...they are okay without my existence.
the only thing that kkkkkkkind of holds me back from immediately jumping to responses, buying gifts being overly friendly because i think the person is very very important is honestly by pausing, and thinking. everytime said person texts me (after eternity) and i get super excited, i pause for a while and just think...hey they took some time to respond right...maybe i should slow down. and then i dont respond for a while...at least till the initial happiness and excitement has died down.
i have a friend in college just like this...i really really like him because hes the only one with home i can have hours long discussions about the books we've read and music so i enjoy talking to him but i feel like he isnt that enthusiastic as me...even while texting hes okay with short messages and just texting sometimes while im always jumping to his texts. so nowadays everytime i do that, i just stop and think
really thats all i can say tbh...like i said im just like you so even im helpless.
just think before you buy him stuffs or ask him such sweet things...will he do the same for you? you deserve someone who loves you the way you want to be loved. and yes he might be a great friend and all but maybe thats better that way...
if anyone has any advice pls do tell us tho :'D
asdfghjkl i can see where youre coming from abt dating but as someone whos grown up in country wheer predominantly arranged marriages exist, i think dating is really really good. like him for example, what if you had got married? you would have been unhappy for so long then TT
but yeah, marriage is abt communications, commitments and like you said making each other feel secure in relationships TT ill agree with that part that dating is a bit more...fickle
1 note · View note
hwiyoungies · 5 months
Note
so we were both KINDA right with guessing who sang the first line of monster in the teaser !!!! i can still show my face here<3 thoughts on each song on seventeenth heaven? honestly LOOOOVE everything except sos .. i like it enough but there’s something that keeps me from truly loving it 😭 god of music is a perfect TT tbh it makes me so happy and dance-y, monster is so whimsical i needed a song talking about draculas and kraken. i listen to yawn sparingly because it makes me cry LMAO it’s up there with circles
and let me finish this off with a lil rant because what am i if not tired of kpop fans who do too much! the album is obvs doing well across platforms, but some ppl are being so nitpicky and shitting on both svt and carats for “not entering spotify global whatever” or some shit. WHOOOO CAAAAAREEEESSSS OMFG + now they’re throwing the word “flop” around because first day sales are some hundred thousand units lower than last cb. Last time they were mad and saying we’re destroying the earth, now we’re apparently not doing enough ☝🏻🤓 besides, the economy is shit pretty much all across the globe, streaming is down in general, people don’t have money, and some people are literally dying. we’re all just trying our best. i hope these losers who are hating have a terrible day and i hope YOU have a great one 🩵
-hag anon
we can both still show our faces here LSHDGLKSH honestly i love the album so much but i will admit....... that diamond days....... she's not the one for me. like i love everything about that song in theory but we are simply not meant to be LMAO. i love how fun god of music is i think it's gonna be the song for my summer because it just!! hypes you up!! sos and back 2 back are on the same level to me, i do need to listen to them more to have more thoughts LMAO and man yawn is just everything to me i missed a good ass ballad from the vocal unit, and the lyrics for this one? gonna throw myself off of a cliff don't mind me. my order would be yawn > headliner = monster > god of music > sos = back 2 back > diamond days
would we be us without a little rant <33 i do love your rants because i agree with everything all the time LMAO i saw hoshi respond to someone on weverse who said "carats make more effort" and dude i was Ready to go fight someone like my guy, people have fucking Lives and an mv not reaching a certain number is not gonna be the end of the day. and if people wanna be annoying about streaming svt are quite literally the only bg this year to reach 1 on melon so like LMFAO and people will aaaaaaalways find something to bitch about when it comes to albums sales like pick a line are they doing poorly or are they just inflated sales. and like you said who cares!!! quite literally who cares about streaming, i care about liking the music not some random ass numbers that at the end of the day do not matter
hope you have a great day as well dear! and for all those weirdos to step on some legos <3
1 note · View note
kiri-instinct · 7 months
Text
I am happily and proudly a Warhammer 40:000 "tourist," by the way.
I refuse to buy models, waste money on paints and brushes, and then give Games Workshop ad revenue by watching their painting tutorials. Furthermore, I will not buy any of the Black Library books, codexes or any other supplementary material -- instead, I will pirate all these things, whether through someone else scanning them for me or a legend online allowing me to nab a .pdf file. Oh? It's an audiobook? I'll find an .mp3 file online, or just make an account on Audible to download it. My tabletop is fuckin' TTS, and nothing else.
I'll play any Warhammer 40:000 game that looks good to me, and only do background checks on the staff for said games if I feel like the game is maybe a bit too praise-y towards The Imperium of Man. The author of a story being a woman or queer matters little to me, and the same goes for if a character in the story is queer, a woman, or a person of color. I am happy that diversity is shown in a galaxy where human infighting based on shit like natural skin colors or queerness would probably cease when face-to-face with greater threats like xenos or mutants.
Furthermore, I'll prioritize trusting Lexicanum above all else unless I read otherwise in an official book (which I will pirate). I literally do not give a shit if you are a "lore expert," I'll need to see it with my own god damn eyes to believe it. So, no, your precious übermensch Black Templars aren't incorruptible, you just assumed so cause 1d4chan said so years ago, and your toy soldiers being "based" gave you an ego boost. And I am more than happy to puff out my chest and admit to it. Why? Because people who base their entire personality off of a parody of Fascism in the vain idea that those must be the good guys simply because of in-universe propaganda are all losers, and not supporting a giant business who'll survive just fine without my money makes them incredibly mad, for some reason. I like seeing some far-right chud whose only purpose in life is to yell slurs at 14 year old Eldar players positively seethe and get triggered at the idea of not supporting big businesses. One of my favorite thrills, actually!
0 notes
liquid-luck-00 · 3 years
Text
Maribat Secret Santa 2020
@maribat-secret-santa-2020
Happy Holidays everyone🎁
In my defense there was a minimum of 2000 words and there was no max so this ended up being 6112 words sorry, I think. There is some Adrien, class and Lila salt, Adrien gets some sugar later.
Without further ado @eve-v0lution I am your Secret Santa, enjoy.
~~~~~~~~~~
Marinette has never been a normal girl. When she was born the goddess Tikki appeared claiming her as her chosen and the next Ladybug. She was born the granddaughter of Ra's Al Ghul, the head of the League of Assassins, the sister organization to the Order of the Miraculous. Her older brother, and twin, Damian was called to be the next Demon.
When they were five, she was taken to the Temple of the Order of Miraculous. she and her brother kept in contact, but it wasn't much more, than 'yes I am still alive, are you?' which was fine with them. As they were often trained together by both the League and the Order.
A week before they turned 10, she was named the Great Guardian and given the Miracle box. On their 10th birthdays he returned to the League to support her brother as he was officially named the heir of the Demon. However, things never went that smoothly. Slade Wilson led an attack on the League killing their grandfather. Damian rushed on to fight the Mercenary. She followed at his side the only thing she said before entering the fray was "Duusu fans" and combat fans dropped into her hands.
Between the two of them, they pushed Deathstroke back. However, he didn't retreat before throwing a sword at Damian. She called upon Wayzz's "Shell-ter" catching the sword in the shield’s dome. She took the hilt of the blade before dropping the dome. The two of them shared a look before running to find their Mother. Together they used Kaakli's portal to go to the Order.
However, they were met with an equally gruesome sight. Many of the monks laid dead, those that weren't were not in much better of a condition.
A single elder survived, speaking of the simultaneous attack on the Order and League. He told them that he will rebuild the order, but that Mari needed to keep the Miracle box safe. In the end Mother told them that she will be leaving them with their Father.
To say it was a surprise that their Father was Batman would be a stretch. Mother and Grandfather only allowed perfection, so not as surprising as one would think. Batman being Bruce Wayne, sure that wouldn't be her first guess but so what. What actually surprised her were her new brothers.
Damian hated them but she loved their antics. Where Damian became the next Robin, Mari stayed in the cave manning the comms as well as their numerous and often injuries.
However, when she did join everyone on the roof tops, Scarlet joins them. A red cropped hoodie that ended a little below her ribs. A long sleeve Kevlar shirt with a high neck. Black gloves and arm guards were holding the sleeves of the hoodie down. Her pants were the same Kevlar as the shirt and was just as formfitting, there were guards on her thighs that wouldn’t impede on her movement as well as knee pads connected to the shin guard. Short combat boots, a red sash tied to her waist hiding the utility belt and yo-yo, and a mechanical mask that conceals the bottom half of her face. And to top it off Tikki turns her eyes violet and her hair to white.
"Scarlet" Nightwing called to her. They were partnered and patrolling the west side of Gotham.
"Yes"
"Let’s race"
"What do I get when I win?"
He held his hand to his chest in mock hurt "Just so you know one week, anything the winner says is law for one week for the loser"
"Make it one favor redeemable whenever and you've got it" she challenged. He was torn but he agreed.
"Count me in" they heard Red Hood.
"Same" Red Robin also entered "Robin?"
"Tt. No"
"Fine. First back to the cave wins" Nightwing answered. "Go!"
She swung through Gotham and dropped into a pitch-black alley 'voyage' Mari whispered too low for the comms to pick up. Dropping through the portal and into the cave. Her transformation dropped and Tikki went to sit on her shoulder. Alfred was there waiting, Duusu perched on his shoulder as well, with a tray of cookies. She gave him a nod in silent thanks, as she still had a comm in her ear.
Ten minutes later Red Hood pulls in and was about to celebrate when both Red Robin and Nightwing crash into him. Creating a mess of limbs over the motor bike.
"Ha I win now you guys owe" Jason was about to rub in his victory from the bottom of the pile when Mari giggled, pulling the attention of her three brothers.
"Sorry Jay but you lost" she, Alfred, and the kwami were clearly in the middle of tea and cookies.
"She is correct Master Jason. Miss Marinette has been here for the past 10 minutes"
"Tt. Honestly don't race against some one who teleports." Damian grumbled as he walked away from the Bat-mobile.
"Don't worry. I'll wait until you forget you owe me to cash in" she smiled wickedly. "Good night."
And that was when they remembered 'Right Mari has the ability to use the powers of several pocket-sized gods' that was a lesson they wouldn't forget soon. Well Tim and Jason didn't forget; Dick would still bet against her though.
Jason found out she is the perfect prank partner. And no one in or out of the manor was safe. How they managed to swap all of Green Arrow's arrows, each being a different gag, was a mystery even Batman couldn't or wouldn't attempt to solve. The fact that the Justice League saw and heard Batman fall to the floor laughing, scared most of them from finding out. Those who didn't learned what happens when you don't leave well enough alone.
School was well boring; between the curriculum of the League and the Order she had already gotten 2 PHDs and 5 masters. School was nothing more than a pleasantry at this point. Father wouldn't let them out of school, something about needing to be normal kids. That only seemed to draw the twins into the spotlight more, because they were the only two blood children of Bruce Wayne. Damian became known quite fast as Gotham's Ice Prince, but Mari became known as Gotham's Sunshine just as fast.
But don’t let the name fool you, within the first year their classmates learned that yes Damian Wayne is scared of something, and that something was actually a someone who just happened to be his twin sister. Damian apparently was feeling petty about something, and for the life of her she can’t remember what, but he decided to write in big red letters ‘NO!!!’ across every page of her sketchbook. She found that out during lunch, and that was when the entire school learned that the little sunshine child was the only thing that can put the fear of God in the Ice Prince.
---
Freshman year Mari finally got her Dad to agree to letting her into the exchange program for the next four years.
So, she decided on Paris.
Why, why did this exchange have to be four years long. I’m not gonna survive this.
Admittedly it started off okay, okay not really but then things went downhill, fast, faster than you could imagine.
It started when she met her host family. They met her at the airport and that was an experience, I guess.
"Mlle Wayne? Correct" a tall slender woman in glasses asked her.
"Yes Madame" she replied with a polite smile.
"Natalie Sancoeur" the woman replied "And this is" she started but was cut off by a boy around her age, he had blonde hair and green eyes. But what stood out to her was his attributes reminded her of an overexcited and hyper puppy.
"Adrien Agreste" he smiled at her, so she did what was expected of her in polite society.
"Marinette Wayne" and she extended her hand to shake his. However, instead he pulled her into a hug. Once she realized what was happening, she pushed away from him and took a step back. She looked at him and her thought of him being a puppy was only reinforced with the look on his face. So, she looked at Sancoeur, while the woman looked at Agreste with indifference she looked at Mari as if she was in the wrong.
This is going to be great. Was the only thought as she endured the drive to the Agreste household.
Agreste would not shut up the entire way and seemed to be hurt that she didn't answer him. Agreste was also the one who was to give her the tour of the mansion. It wasn’t so bad it gave her the chance to gauge the defense systems, which was lacking, and the layout was simple compared to the Wayne Manor, the League's compound, and the Order's temple.
Unfortunately for her, Agreste ended the tour with her room and then proceeded to sit on the bed and continue to ramble about whatever was on his mind. She did try to get him to leave but that was a complete waste of time and effort. Kwami it was like he couldn't hear me or more likely didn’t even care about my opinion. So, she put in her headphones, hid them behind her hair, pressed play to of music and went to unpack.
As she was finishing setting up the bathroom she noticed, like every other door in this house, there was no lock.
Ugh I need to speak with Monsieur Agreste.
She went back out and saw him. Agreste was at the desk where she had set her laptop and was trying to open it.
"Excuse me but what are you doing?" she asked pointedly, having taken out her headphones and set them in the case.
"I was trying to see what you had on your laptop" he shrugged "can you tell me the password to get in?"
"No" she deadpanned; he had the gall to look shocked. That was when Mme Sancoeur entered the room, without even knocking.
"Lunch is" was all she said before Agreste cut her off.
"Natalie make her open her computer for me" Agreste whined.
She was about to speak but Marinette beat her to it. "Um No. What I have on my personal computer is none of your concern" his face fell while Mme. Sancoeur pursed her lips. "Furthermore, I am assuming since you are at the desk, the bed is askew, and the drawers are open and my clothes are in shambles you were going through my things" she was now glaring at the blonde invading her space. Now he had the decency of looking ashamed. "Am I to assume lunch will be held in the dinning room?" Mme. Sancoeur only nodded, and she left the room.
Lunch, if you can call it that, was also a disaster. Apparently, Americans eat chicken noodle soup, a hamburger, and a load of fries. Because that was what was set in front of her.
Ugh this is going to be a long four years.
"Mlle. Wayne, I hope everything has been to your liking" M. Agreste, Gabriel, as he introduced himself earlier spoke. “You have hardly eaten.”
"Would you prefer my honesty or would you rather me lie to you" Marinette responded swirling the water in her glass.
"Your honesty" he answered slightly unsure.
At this she scoffed "I am going to assume that you and no one else had bothered to read the file of my information that was sent to you" he as well as Mme. Sancoeur remained quiet "Because if you had you would know I am a vegetarian."
Mme. Sancoeur searched some thing on her tablet and there was a soft "oh" from her.
"Your son is also suffocating, to the point that when I asked him to leave the room so I could settle in peacefully, he remained as if I hadn’t asked him to leave" M. Agreste was going to say something but she continued "He also has no sense of privacy as he went through all of my belongings and was attempting to go through my laptop as well." Again, he was going to say something, but Mari continued. "On the topic of privacy neither the bedroom door nor the bathroom have a lock."
“Paris is completely safe, as the house is protected, it should not matter if there is a lock on the door” he replied in a monotone.
“I’m sorry doesn’t matter, in what universe is it alright for two teenagers of the opposite sex be in a house where one of said teenagers doesn’t respect the other enough to leave them alone” she almost started yelling, but kept her head and voice level.
M. Agreste didn’t respond right away, but he gave a small hum before stating that “I will take your request into consideration.”
“Alright, just know that I will guard myself and will not hesitate to use force if necessary” she knew they wouldn’t take her seriously but hey I am warning them, they only gave a nod that they heard. “Also M. Agreste I tend to have a strict morning regimen is it possible for me to continue it using the home gym while here?”
“Of course,” he waved dismissively.
“What does this regimen include?” Mme. Sancoeur asked politely.
Marinette had a wicked smirk as this was going to be the lightest of her routines, she could give but would still most likely shock them. “Oh it is nothing much just a 5 kilometer run as a warm up, then half an hour of boxing, a half an hour of sword forms and training, half an hour of holographic combat training, followed by half an hour of ballet, and half an hour of meditation.” She was smiling watching their reactions and it was priceless. “I usually start around 4 in the morning.”
All of them were shocked, and who would blame them, here I am in my 5’2” high glory with a sunshine disposition stating I can most likely drop kick them into next week. “Actually, if you don’t mind, I was unable to do it this morning on account of being on an airplane, this will be a good way to see the city” so she smiled leaving them gobsmacked.
Finally, she was able to breathe as she ran the streets of Paris listening to her music softly. Back at the mansion she had figured out she had an audience less than ten minutes into boxing, but she continued. As she was about to start the holographic training, that Tim, Barbara, and she had created, but by now the entire Agreste household was watching her. “If you’re only going to watch me leave or else have the decency to spar” she shot at them.
“I’ll do it” little Agreste spoke up “But if I beat you, you’re giving me your computer password.”
“Fine, but when I win, I get locks on both my bedroom door and the bathroom inside” she challenged.
Agreste senior nodded his head and replied bored “Only if you win.”
“First to be knocked down three times loses” she grinned. She went to grab her two training twin swords and handed one to little Agreste.
“These are real swords” he exclaims clearly off balance by the weight of the weapon.
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic, neither have an edge” they got into positions and it was easy to see who would be victorious. I got locks and some privacy oh the small victories are truly sweet.
---
Sunday was uneventful, but so long as she was in the mansion for meals unless she had checked in with Mme. Sancoeur, she was free to her own devices.
Monday she would come to regret that it had to end later, but not for a while at least.
Mari rode to school with little Agreste and that was her first mistake. Everyone in the entire school watched her exit the car added to the fact that she's starting in the middle of the semester and that kicks.
She was wearing a charcoal shirt splattered with metallic red paint, a faux caramel brown leather jacket with a hood, black jeans with burgundy all stars. Her hair was down, and a black messenger bag was over her shoulder.
She got out and simply walked in and towards the main office ignoring everyone, she got her schedule and a map of the school. The principal himself walked her to her homeroom and to her horror little Agreste was in the class.
"Mlle. Bustier" he spoke. "Meet your new student."
"Please introduce yourself" she spoke with a sweet smile.
"Bonjour my name is Marinette, and I will be a part of your class for the next four years."
Marinette moved to take the open seat in the back but of course Little Agreste had to speak. "Mari there is an open seat behind me."
It took all of herself control to not facepalm. "I prefer the back"
"I'll spar you for it"
Now she couldn't hide the smile in her eyes or the one playing on her lips "Okay Agreste, but what makes you think you'll win this time?
"Fencing uses lighter swords" he answered mumbling the end.
"Wait why are you challenging the new girl?" a boy in a red hoodie and two-toned hair asks.
"Probably to redeem his honor from our last bout" she was now smiling. Maybe this won't be all bad.
"Then I get the next challenge" the same boy answered confidently.
"Alright" she agreed "Name your sport, um..."
"Sorry Le Chien Kim" he supplied. "Swimming freestyle"
"You're on" a devilish smirk on her lips. Afterwards everyone introduced themselves and she sat down in the back.
They spoke with M D'Argencourt about it during lunch and he told them to wait until after school for the fencing club to set up. So, they did. Honestly, the class isn't so bad, just a little pushy, apparently a student isn't here today but should be back soon. When they all went back after school, that was when Marinette saw her.
"Gami" Marinette ran to the girl in a red fencing outfit and gave her a brief hug.
"Mari-hime what are you doing in Paris?" she asked.
"Exchange program" Mari waved it off.
"Your brother?"
"Not interested" Mari responded.
"So why at the fencing club?"
"Agreste challenged me."
She looked towards the blonde and gave him a pitying glance. "Then you should both change"
"Right" Mari called as she went to the locker rooms. Her uniform was a red bodice with black sleeves and pants, but the gloves, shoes, and socks were a shade of green so dark it appeared black, the stitches on the entire thing were in golden thread. Both her saber and helmet were a combination of black and gold.
They both got into positions when Marinette heard her.
"This is going to be a slaughter" and Gami was right.
Faster than anyone could blink Mari had scored a touch before little Agreste even moved.
"Huh and here I was hoping for a challenge. Agreste" she turned away from him and faced Kagami "Match?" was all she asked, and the girl stood and faced Mari.
Facing Kagami was like fencing Damian. Both are powerhouses and decisive, but Mari's strength was in speed and agility. They met each other strike for strike, she is probably one of the few civilians that may be a match for her and her brother. By the end of practice, she was offered a spot on the team which she accepted.
To little Agreste's dismay Kagami offered to show her around Paris, to which she had agreed.
---
One-month Mari had to settle into her new class. She made fast friends with Le Chien, after their swimming match where she also met a girl named Ondine, Alix Kubdel was next she is competitive with a need for speed, side note never let her meet Jason. Max Kante and Nathaniel Kertzberg were also added to our little group. She met Luka Couffaine while wandering Paris for inspiration, they became fast friends, and she designed the costumes for Kitty section as well as their Demo Album cover. The final and most shocking, apparently, addition to their group was Chloe Bourgeois. Along with Kagami her small group of friends were unshakeable and for the next four years will be thankful for them.
After that one month, a weasel entered the class. Her name was Lila Rossi and everything that came out of her mouth was a lie. Honestly, Mari wouldn't give her a second thought but then the strikes against her grew.
Lila's first mistake was lying about her best friend, Jon, or in reality about Superboy. Oh, she was in a relationship with him. Sorry but Jon is super bi, but leans towards men more, like a walking romantic mess that was a golden moment when he figured it out. The same can be said when it finally dawned on Damian when he figured out for himself. As the amazing sister that she is of course she would tease those two. But the teasing and cooing only escalated when the two started dating. So ya not buying that he took you out, much less as Superboy.
Lila's second mistake was threatening Mari in the bathroom. Please if your going to threaten someone make sure you aren't being recorded. And second don't threaten a Wayne, especially an Al Ghul turned Wayne. So, Marinette recorded every lie, every threat, and every reaction. If she were going down not even the Devil himself would think to help her.
Unfortunately, it had a rather annoying side effect. Little Agreste kept pulling her aside to try and make peace with the liar.
"Please Marinette, can you stop calling out Lila" he repeated for the up-tenth time . They were on their way to dinner about two months after Lila rejoined the class. "Just take the high road"
They were in the hallway outside of the dining room.
"No" Mari stated as calmly as she could. As they both walked in, Mme. Sancoeur and M. Agreste were already inside.
"Why? Her lies aren't hurting anyone"
"Not hurting anyone" she spoke finally turning towards the blonde "What unicorns and rainbows paradise do you live in?"
"Wait, what?"
"Nino almost didn't enter his script for a contest because Lila said she would get someone in Hollywood to help produce it" she answered "It took Max, Nathanial, and I almost an hour for him to submit it on the thought it couldn't hurt"
"Okay that's one"
"Alya's reputation as a reporter is plummeting. She doesn't fact check and believes Lila solely on the idea that 'Lila wouldn't lie to her'. Where Lila uses her blog to spread her lies."
"Yes but no one believes everything they hear or read.”
"Really" Mari arched her brow, Alfred would be proud "then explain how most of Paris believes you and Lila to be an item"
"Mlle. Wayne came to explain" M. Agreste finally spoke.
"Oh, most of Paris believes that your son is in a romantic relationship with Lila Rossi" Mari spoke calmly as she opened her phone and pulled up the post from Alya's blog to show the screen.
"What?" the confusion was clear on little Agreste's face as he also pulled up the blog. The meal for her was quite quick but M. Agreste held back little Agreste.
Mari was sketching in the quiet of her room latter that evening when she heard a soft knock at the door. She opened the door and there stood little Agreste fidgeting.
"I'm sorry I never liked how Lila hung off of me but that was harassment, then I realized that's what I've been doing to you I am so sorry. You probably hate me for how I acted, and I understand if you can't trust me or forgive me and I'm sorry." He spoke so fast and barely breathed as he turned about to leave, but he stopped when Mari spoke.
"Okay. Redo"
"What?" he asked tilting his head.
"Let’s start over" she smiled.
"So, you forgive me!"
"No, I am not forgiving you" he looked saddened "I will hold you accountable, but I am, willing to start a new chapter."
"Okay” he looked a bit relieved.
"Hello. I am Marinette Wayne." she extended her hand to shake his.
"Adrien Agreste" he smiled shaking hands. "I'Il get out of your hair then." he sent a small wave that she returned and left.
---
Okay so maybe I exaggerated a bit, but Lila did make these past three and a half years a living pain. Mlle. Bustier fought to keep their class for all four years. The only addition was Kagami in the second year of Mari’s exchange.
But here she was sitting in the back with her friends waiting for the last class of the day to start. Then it happened Principle Damocles and Mlle. Bustier walked in.
"Mlle. Wayne" Damocles called.
"Thank the gods" Mari stated packing up her things and she walked down. "I would say it was a pleasure but that would be a lie" Mari just finished speaking when Alya decided to open her mouth.
"Where are you going class hasn't even started." Alya smiled trying to get Mari in trouble, but neither adult did anything.
"If you really want to know because it seems you've forgotten. I am a foreign exchange student from America, where I will be finishing the final term." Her words must have made some sense to their one community brain cell because they nodded, and she left.
Marinette flew back to Gotham and oh was this going to be great.
Of course, when she landed Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, and Catwoman were making mischief in the airport. She recorded a video of the Bats stopping them, of course they were monitoring it because of her flight but I digress, and Nightwing lecturing them while Batman looked so done. Along with Jay-Jay or really Red Hood taking Mari's phone and taking a selfie with her, her hair was in braid tucked into a black beanie with a pair of red sunglasses. A halter top that had a golden rod yellow X on it. The top quadrant was red, and the rest was back. A black sweater lined and faded to red at the bottom. Comfortable black and red leggings with black flats. She posted the videos and picture captioned 'Back in Gotham. Home Sweet Home! Hood give me back my phone.' on her public account, before even exiting the terminal.
Her class will be here in about two weeks and stay as long, but right now she need a good stretch.
She found Alfred and loaded up her bags into the car and jumped in, told Alfred, transformed, and portaled out. As soon as the portal closed, she was in the middle of a huge hug from all her brothers. Patrol wasn't too bad, there was a run in with the Riddler and a separate incident with Killer Croc but that is a light day in Gotham.
After patrol was mostly filled with junk food, video games, and movies with her brothers.
Going back to Gotham Academy was like she never left. In a way she didn't, as every break she made sure to spend some time with her friends, dragging Damian with her. She would constantly text or video chat with them. To the extent that they knew about Lila and her class, almost as well as her family.
Two blissful weeks of quiet and patrols filled with teasing and bets was amazing. Yes, she will miss patrolling with Nightrunner. Yes, he is part of the extended Bat clan, but it is different with her brothers.
---
Three days granted that was longer than Marinette gave the class to avoid a villain attack. Of course, it had to happen when they were visiting, WE. Dick had volunteered to lead the tour, mainly to get more evidence, but Mari wasn't there. Since she was on break, she decided to take lunch for her brothers. The cafeteria food was good but still, and Tim would probably be holed up in his office.
She was in a blue collared button up tucked into a black skater skirt. A black and indigo letterman Jacket, black glasses frames and blue heels finished the outfit.
"Nettie?" Dick asked when she entered the cafeteria.
"Brought you lunch." Dick's face lit up.
"You are a god send"
She giggled as he took the food. "Not exactly but close."
"You going to force Timmy to eat"
"Yeah. Is he still in his office?"
"Should be"
"See ya at home Dicky Bird" she turned and found herself facing her class. Most of them registered she was there and glared at her seemingly guarding Lila from her sight, her friends noticed her so she sent a wave to Kagami, Chloe, Kim, Alix, Nathanial, and Max.
Getting Tim to eat usually proves a challenge. Mostly because he has one hand glued to a coffee mug and the other on his work. Yet when you make an entire meal into finger foods that are perfectly bite sized it is a breeze. She was going to leave when both Tim's and her phone shot an alarm. It was from Dick 'WE 2 Face' In a flash Mari transformed and waited for Tim, opened a portal, and fell into the lobby.
The two of them took out the goons and restrained them before turning towards Two Face.
"The word on the street is that you and the bird are dating, and you know the Bat." Two Face spoke out to everyone, "Let's hear what other secrets these lips will spill." A gun was held up, presumably to the teen's mouth, but neither Red Robin nor Scarlet could see.
He was clearly holding a teen hostage, and that was when they saw the two hanging sausages, Lila. For the first time since Mari had known her, she was quiet, or at least silently whimpering.
"So, who is she dating?" Scarlet asked yoyo in hand pointing at Lila.
"Robin" she gasps.
"What!?" Both of them yelled before Red Robin started again. "Crap when did I get a girlfriend. Scarlet please tell me this is just a hallucination! I swear if this is, I won’t drink a single drop of coffee for a month!”
Scarlet however was barely standing doubled over with laughter. "She’s a little young for you don't cha think."
"Not helping" Red Robin was in full out panic pacing back and forth trying to comprehend what was being said.
That was when Lila seemed to find her voice again "I'm dating Robin not you."
"Wait, What?" Both vigilantes snapped out of their laughter and panic respectfully. They shared a look and fell to the ground laughing. Two minutes later Batman and Robin showed up. Scarlet and Red Robin were now on their feet but still laughing. No one not even Two Face moved because as everyone knows, Robin is taken and no one will be getting between those two, much less a girl.
"Robin" Batman nodded and to the two laughing teens, Robin nodding in acknowledgement.
"No need B" Red Robin finally stopped laughing.
"Hey Birdie when did you get a girlfriend?" Scarlet asked fully knowing the answer already.
"Tt. Don't be idiotic Scarlet."
"Then why is she saying she is?" Two Face now had the bat fam's attention.
"Who are you?" Robin asked the girl pinned between Two Face’s arm and gun.
"Apparently the girlfriend you never knew existed before three seconds ago." Red Robin supplied, now fully enjoying the shock on his brother’s face.
"Is that why you two were laughing like idiots?"
"Well yes" Scarlet spoke up then whispered 'Voyage, Venom' and Two Face became frozen in place.
Lila was now glaring at Scarlet as she began to yell "What the hell. Why didn't you do that sooner!"
Scarlet snapped her fingers and pointed at Lila "Oh now I remember you" she semi shouted getting the attention of everyone in the lobby. "You’re the girl from Paris who said she was dating Superboy." Lila now seemed to significantly pale.
"Are you saying this girl has claimed to have dated both Superboy and I" At this point both Scarlet and Red Robin had moved and were physically holding back Robin.
"Scarlet" Batman called.
"On it" 'Voyage' "Hey Supes your boyfriend needs you" Superboy then took Robin in a hug from behind resting his chin on top of Robin's head. Her brother now willingly refraining from moving to stay in his boyfriend's arms, while Red Robin left to talk with Commissioner Gordon.
"Miss you are lucky no one was injured, and we were here to take action, your fantasies are just that. Let's go" Batman had lectured the girl who could have been switched with a statue at this point.
All the vigilantes left, and Mari sure as hell made certain Tim finished his food. In fact, he hadn't even changed out of his Red Robin uniform, so Mari guarded the door. She only left when he finished eating, knowing he could now fully react.
Mari was walking out of the elevator and into the lobby and you could practically see the change that occurred. Most of the class were huddled together, her friends were to the side along with Adrien, and Lila was practically glued to the teacher.
She spotted Alfred with Dick not far from her friends, so she decided to go over and speak with her friends.
Unfortunately, that just caused hell's gates to open as she approached, she heard. "You knew she was a liar didn't you" Alya yelled at her friends and Agreste, but Alya was specifically yelling at Agreste. That made her blood boil, so she stepped in.
"Yes, but you didn't believe me when I told you, you didn't believe them either" Mari was now standing between her friends and the blogger. "Agreste didn't want to rock the boat and how you were all treating me it is no wonder."
"Ya but she is a liar, and you are a bully" Alya retorted.
"Was I a bully. Or was that what you were told by the liar" Alya now went quiet. Of the almost four years she was in Paris there was never any proof she bullied Lila. No bruises, no destroyed items, just she said claims. "Yes, I called her out on her lies but that was all. You all were the ones who acted on her words that I bullied her with no proof and bullied me to ‘teach me a lesson'. I have more than enough evidence however, on most of this class and the liar, for cases of assault, slander, defamation of character, and destruction of property."
By now everyone in the lobby was watching this unfold. The class seemed to pale and attempted to shrink in on themselves. Lila and Mlle. Bustier seemed to try to become one with the floor. Her friends were to the side struggling to not laugh along with Dick and Chloe you traitor put down that phone.
"Miss Wayne" an employee came up to Mari seemingly afraid to get her undivided attention.
"Yes" She smiled, becoming Gotham's sunshine that everyone knew, allowing the employee and the other Gothamites to relax.
"The CEO has locked himself in his office and the Board meeting starts in three minutes" the employee fidgeted with the tablet in his hands. That snapped her into professional mode.
"Dick is the tour done?" she held out her hand to take the tablet, opened it and started going trough the documents.
"Ya"
"Go dig Tim from his office. I'll deal with the board."
"On it"
She quickly looked up to her friends "Sorry guys we should catch up later." She walked away the employee on her heels giving her more information.
A whistle was heard next to the group. "Damn I feel bad for the Board members, Mars is on a warpath and not her usual professional warpath" Dick said to Alfred.
"Reminiscent of Master Bruce even" was Alfred's response.
"She really is a Wayne"
"Master Richard"
"Yes Alfred"
"I believe it is in your best interest to retrieve Master Timothy as Miss Marinette is on a 'Warpath' as you say" Alfred barely finished as Dick began to sprint to the elevator. Alfred only sighed as he followed the eldest Wayne child, leaving very bewildered and mortified Parisians in their wake.
155 notes · View notes
dukethomas · 4 years
Text
Summary: Duke and Damian, over the years. 
Written for @duketectivecomics’ Duke Week! Day Four is Reverse Robin, though I modified it so it could be Reverse Batfam. Reverse Batkid? Still works.
-
Duke is nine. He’s Batman’s partner, Lark, and helping Batman punch the living daylights out of criminals helps him forget his parents’ grins and their laughter, and his laughter. (Bruce benches him whenever he’s working on a Joker case. Duke doesn’t complain.) It’s fun, and he’s good at it.
However, he’s heard enough about the League of Assassins, and he’s watched footage in training of Bruce fighting off a whole horde of Assassins (with a capital A) to know that these guys aren’t to be trifled with. And while Duke has spirit and guts and instinct and smarts, what he doesn’t have is the grace anyone in that footage has. He’s still training. He has a long way to go.
And he definitely can’t fight off an Assassin on his own. He’ll try, sure, but he has his limits.
So when he runs to open the door—he and Alfred have made a game out of it, because they kept running into each other whenever the doorbell rung. Whoever gets there first gets a fresh batch of cookies or tea made just for them by the loser—his eyes widen and his jaws drop when he sees Talia al Ghul.
And a boy, who’s taller than him, so Duke assumes he’s older. The boy sniffs and turns his nose up at Duke.
A few seconds too late, Duke settles into his fighting stance. His fists are up and he stares down Talia al Ghul and the boy, hoping something in his eyes would tell them to back down, something steely and indomitable, like all the books say.
Talia al Ghul chuckles. “Down, boy,” she says, her eyes glittering with mirth. “Neither of us intend to cause harm.”
“Speak for yourself,” the boy mutters, glancing at Duke, but Talia al Ghul doesn’t seem to hear it. The boy is unsettlingly quiet and still for someone who doesn’t even look that much older than Duke. He holds himself weirdly. It’s not unlike the entitled rich kid pose, but it’s also tense and lax at the same time.
Like how Bruce fights, Duke realizes. His mind is tense but his body is calm.
“Uh,” he says ever so eloquently. “Bruce! Alfred!”
Bruce shows up three minutes later, and the boy inhales sharply, but softly. Duke is already getting tired of the oxymorons.
“This,” Talia al Ghul says with a light flourish, “is your son. Damian al Ghul Wayne.”
I’m sorry, what?
Duke glances back at Bruce to see what he thinks, and Bruce’s eyebrows are tightly knit together. “You told me you lost the child,” he murmurs.
“I lied,” responds Talia al Ghul, a line of regret tracing her nonchalant tone. “My father’s wishes.”
And what happens after devolves into boring grown-up talk, so Duke stops paying attention. He keeps an eye on their respective body languages, in case this turns into a fight.
But he hates being by adults who are talking without him with nothing else to do, so he turns to the boy—Damian.
“Our names both start with a D,” he offers, smiling at Damian.
Damian doesn’t smile back. Instead, he scoffs, and says nothing else. What Duke has gathered is that Damian was raised with the League of Assassins, which means chances of him being an Assassin too are nearly one-hundred percent. But Talia al Ghul has years, decades, maybe centuries of training on Damian, and Damian can’t hide the worry in his eyes nearly as well. Plus, Duke’s good at reading people, Bruce says it’s a talent.
So he tries again to talk to Damian. “You’re coming to stay with us, right?” A small nod. Success! “I gotta show you all the good places to hide. It won’t hide us from Alfred, because Alfred knows all, but if you don’t want to listen to Bruce, well.” He gestures at Bruce and Talia al Ghul jabbering on about something adult-y.
“Tt,” is the only sound that comes from Damian, and it’s the third oxymoron so far. It’s simultaneously amused and disapproving, and that’s when Duke thinks he knows the problem.
Damian has a shadow cast over him, a long and dark one he can’t seem to shake.
Well, that’s fine. Duke has always clung to the light better than the shadows, he’ll just be Damian’s light as well as Batman’s.
-
Damian doesn’t warm up to Duke quickly, though not for lack of trying on Duke’s part. The older boy keeps brushing him away and getting all huffy, and downright rude. Once Duke sneaks up on Damian and he whips around with a blade pointed towards Duke’s head. Yeesh.
Duke eventually decides it’s easier to stay away. Do his Lark business, go to school, let Bruce deal with Damian.
And he thinks Damian resents him for that. Duke can see why—Bruce gets all stiff and cold with Damian, like he was in the first month of Duke living there, but he’s caught Damian lingering in the doorway of Duke’s bedroom watching Bruce hover around Duke more than once—but honestly? He’s just tired of it. And he wishes he could help, but clearly there’s something deeper there.
Still. Duke doesn’t dislike Damian. Damian’s just… rough around the edges. And sometimes those rough edges are deadly and sharp and Alfred tells him to stay away from knives in the kitchen (even though Duke’s fought off goons with knives before).
(And Duke’s used to rough edges, he thinks, shuddering as a boisterous laugh comes from the TV when he does his homework.)
“Hey, Batman?” he asks one night during a stakeout.
Bruce looks over to him, eyebrow clearly raised even if Duke can’t see it through the cowl.
Duke shines his flashlight into Bruce’s eyes, earning him a curse and a scowl. “When are you going to talk to Dami—um, D?”
“Put that down,” Bruce commands gently, pulling the flashlight away, but Duke just redirects it. “I’ve been talking to him.”
“Yeah, to tell him off! When are you going to treat him like your son, B? You treat me more like a son than him, and I’m not even—” He cuts himself off. “I’m not even your son.” Which shouldn’t feel like it’s gnawing at him inside to say, because it’s true. Doug Thomas is his dad and will always be, but…
He shakes his head. The focus is on Damian right now.
“Are you ever going to let him… y’know?” he blurts. He’s always finding Damian in the Cave (Batcave, Duke insists, but Bruce just ruffles his hair) wielding his sword. He has half a mind to ask Damian to train with him, because Duke knows if he wants to be better, he has to learn from the best. And Damian looks incredible when he practices. All fluid and graceful, like he learned how to fight before he could walk.
Bruce’s hand reaches towards Duke, then draws back. “We don’t use lethal methods, Lark.”
“Then teach him non-lethal methods.”
The answer seems clear as daylight to Duke, though evidently, not so much to Bruce. He hopes it helps anyways.
And then the thugs they’re on the lookout for walk into the warehouse with a confident swagger, and it’s showtime. By the time they’re done, Duke is grinning and bouncing, saying, “I just knocked that guy out, did you see that? That was so cool!”
Batman never loses his stony demeanor while in costume, but if the edges of Bruce’s mouth curve upwards on the Batmobile ride home, Duke knows to not tell anyone.
Unfortunately, his dreams are less than pleasant.
It’s his parents again. When is it not? They’re pressed up against the glass, his mom has this crooked smirk, and she snarls at him. She bangs her fist on the glass and yells, “I’m going to kill you!”
Duke backs up, finding only a foot of space between the glass and the wall behind him. “Mom,” he croaks out, but she doesn’t hear. She never does. “Mom, it’s me, it’s Duke, your son.” His eyes burn and tears come spilling out.
The lights flicker once, twice, before zapping out completely, leaving him and his parents in darkness.
His mom cackles, and tells him, “I know. I know!” and she’s more aware than she’s been in months, and she barrels her head into the glass. It cracks, shards of glass flying around Duke.
A plea is on his lips as she lunges at him, and he jolts up, his shirt damp with sweat.
He’s in his bedroom at Wayne Manor, he dully realizes. He’s still shrouded with darkness, but his parents aren’t here. They had considered moving his parents on the grounds, but ultimately decided against it.
He lets himself pant, gripping his bedsheets. Would he be a bad son if he thinks that was a good decision?
Duke hears footsteps outside his door and freezes, his heart pounding in his ears. He squeezes his eyes shut.
Someone opens the door, and there’s a click—a familiar one, from the light switch. Duke cranes his neck to see Damian entering, the older boy awkward and groggy in his movements, but there.
Damian is still in the doorframe, his eyes roaming the room and looking anywhere but at Duke. Something gleams in his left pocket. “I heard… there were screams. Did you need something, Thomas?”
“Please,” Duke whispers, eyes wide and staring at the shadow behind Damian. “Can I have a hug?”
Damian pauses, steps back, then moves forward, making a beeline towards Duke. He envelops Duke into a hug, oddly detached and patting Duke on the back, but a hug nonetheless. Duke leans into the touch, feeling a tear roll down his face and onto Damian’s shirt. “Sorry,” he mumbles, his throat tight.
“It’s… alright,” Damian replies. “I was already awake. And I have other items of clothing.”
For some reason, that brings on the sobs into full-force, with Duke gasping for breath as he lets it all out. Damian is there, still patting Duke on the back until it becomes a rhythmic comfort.
Duke doesn’t know when he drifts off to sleep, but he wakes up with Damian’s shirt draped over him with his green blanket.
Sunshine slips in through the curtains, hastily pulled open, as sunshine blooms in Duke’s chest. He sprints downstairs, jumping and skipping stairs like he’s walking on air.
“Slow down, Master Duke!” Alfred reprimands, and Duke shrugs and does as Alfred says, but only a little bit.
He almost runs straight into Damian, but he stops himself just in time. He opens his mouth to thank Damian, but Damian furrows his eyebrows at Duke and says, “Did you talk to Father? He spoke to me about training,” and a tension has been lifted from Damian’s shoulders. He’s springier.
“I think?” Duke says, knocking his knuckles on his head trying to recall what else happened last night. “Yeah?”
Damian stares at him, his brown eyes meeting Duke’s own with a hint of something gleaming in the light. “Thank you,” he tells Duke honestly.
“No problem!” Duke chirps. And before he can take it back, he says, “That’s what brothers are for.”
(He doesn’t take it back when asked about it later. The term “brothers” feels right, even if they only started having amiable conversations last night. He doesn’t think about the implications.)
-
It’s six months of non-lethal training until Damian is deemed fit to go out into the field. Duke leans on Damian’s shoulder as the older boy sketches out a mannequin with armor. It’s when “Shadow” is written in neat cursive that Duke realizes it’s meant to be Damian’s suit.
He blinks, his eyes drooping.
He doesn’t have patrol tonight, or tomorrow for that matter, but he really needs to lay off the late-night patrols. And the late-night training. He doesn’t want to fall asleep in the middle of class.
“That looks cool,” he comments, taking in the design. It’s gray and black, a bat in the chest. Damian fills in the outline of a cowl, and—
“Hey, wait, is this just a mini Batman costume?”
Damian stiffens. Almost imperceptibly, but Duke is busy soaking up Damian’s warmth right now, so he notices.
Duke moves the desk lamp so he can see the drawing more clearly. “C’mon, Damian,” he says, “I know you can be more original than this.”
“Tt,” Damian responds, still tracing over the lines he’s already drawn. “It has already proven itself to be a suitable design; why bother?”
A curl falls in front of Duke’s eyes, and he blows it away. Huffs, puffs, and the whole shebang. “Because you’re not Bruce? I have my own suit. I chose the colors!” Yellow with black accents, because it’s always been a hopeful color for Duke, and that’s what he wants to inspire—hope. Also, it’s a lark color scheme, minus brown, because wearing brown? Yuck.
Yeah, sure, Lark has been described as a child flashlight several times, but Duke stands by his decision. Even now, thinking about his suit makes him smile.
Damian pauses for a while after that. His hand stills. “Are you suggesting Father isn’t someone I should aspire to be like?”
“Be like,” Duke points out. “Not be. Seriously. I think you would look really cool in green!”
A scoff comes from Damian at that. “I chose the name Shadow for a reason, I will not go out in bright colors and compromise stealth.”
Duke yawns and snuggles closer into Damian’s shoulder. “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Dami. I’m just saying, you don’t have to be Batman.” His eyes close, and it’s a sweet relief. Damian doesn’t respond for a while, so Duke adds, voice soft, “I think Lark looks cooler than Batman, anyhow.”
He wakes up on Damian’s bed, the older boy and his sketch conspicuously missing. When Duke heads down to the Batcave for training, he sees a new paper pinned. He recognizes the swoopy thin lines of Damian’s art, but the design is totally new.
The suit is wicked cool, dark gray and all jagged edges where the Batman suit has smooth lines, and a little circle to the side of the chest with a Bat rather than one spread across the chest. It’s cloaked rather than caped, the hood concealing hair instead of a cowl. A black domino mask with white lenses covers the eyes. Golden accent lines run throughout the suit, and Duke wonders if people affiliated with the Bat can only really have one color scheme: black, gray, and yellow or gold.
He grins, looking at it, but turns at the quiet footfalls he’s been learning to recognize.
“Good morning!” he chirps at Damian, who’s rubbing the grogginess out of his eyes. Despite that, he’s already dressed, wearing a forest green sweater and black jeans.
Damian half-smiles and arches an eyebrow. “Do you still believe that Lark’s suit is the coolest?”
And c’mon, Duke has to defend his honor. He sticks his tongue out and blows a raspberry. “Always and forever.”
“Well then, it appears you have been misinformed,” Damian hums.
Damian’s suit is completed within the week, and Duke has to admit—it looks even cooler when it’s real. Lark’s is still the best, though.
-
Duke would be lying if he says he isn’t dumbfounded every time he gets to visit the Watchtower. It’s in outer freakin’ space, of course he’s impressed. His headquarters is a literal cave. Even with four years as Lark under his belt, his jaw still drops.
Batman’s here for a routine League meeting. Normally, he and Damian don’t come with, but another sidekick—Duke makes a face at the word, he prefers the term partners, but the media sticks with that—debuted the other day. He goes by Kid Flash, and he seems pretty cool. Duke’s looking forward to meeting him… if the Flashes ever showed up on time.
Which they do not. So Duke and Damian wait, along with some others—Aqualad, Teen Lantern, Red Arrow, and Crush this time around—with Hawkwoman as their babysitter of sorts. She’s not the most thrilled with this assignment, but Duke can’t blame her, it’s pretty boring.
Duke and Damian sit with each other by the wall. Superboy should have been here but he and Superman had civilian duties to take care of, so they sit in comfortable silence.
He gives up within two minutes. It’s just too long to wait while doing nothing. He stands up to have a look around the Watchtower, maybe he can even find that huge window that shows off the expanse of space. His English teacher will love the words he writes about it.
Something catches his eye, a dull silver in the edges of his vision. Duke heads towards it, and to his delight, Hawkwoman left her mace on a table. A grin splits his face and he reaches out to hold it.
“What are you doing?” Damian hisses from behind him, pulling his hands away from the mace. “Don’t touch that!”
“But Shadow!” Duke argues. “It’s right there! It’s not even harmful, I think! It’s made out of alien metal, right? That’s so baller, I have to feel it for myself.”
Damian sighs and puts his head in his gauntlet-covered hands. “Nth metal, Lark. It’s made of Nth metal, and is potentially very dangerous.”
Duke takes the spare moment of distraction to hold the Nth metal, and he grins up into the ceiling. A mistake, he realizes as industrial lights beam down at him, causing him to squint and glance down.
Damian moves forward to pull the mace out of his hands, except there’s a quality to him, a certain golden sheen, and Duke backs up. He blinks, and Damian hasn’t even moved, but then he does, again, in the exact same way as before.
Damian’s lenses widen. “Lark, let that go. Now!” he commands. “It has an effect on you. Your eyes are—”
Duke blinks a few more times, not hearing the rest of that. His vision is so much sharper now. It’s making him a little dizzy, but he doesn’t say that.
Instead, he does let go of the mace, and it clatters to the floor noisily.
“Shadow,” he blurts, lurching forward.
Damian catches him and pulls him up into an embrace. Duke may be twelve now, but he’s reminded of his dad’s hugs. Firm and protective. He leans into it. “Are you alright?” Damian whispers into Duke’s ear.
Duke’s vision swims with lights and colors and brightness. He buries his face into Damian’s chest, relishing the darkness. He nods.
Damian’s hand rests on Duke’s back. “We’ll… we’ll figure this out,” he promises.
-
Duke swallows down a glass of punch at the side of the room in the middle of a gala. It slides down his throat and sloshes around in his stomach uneasily.
He stares at Cass, quiet for a ten-year-old but the brightest person in the room. Everywhere she goes, by Bruce’s side or not, people flock to her and their gazes are drawn in her direction. She glides through the gala graceful as the moon, but with the attention she’s getting, you’d think she’s the sun.
The gala is being held in celebration of Bruce’s adoption of Cass. A darling princess for the Wayne lineage, says one newspaper. Bruce Wayne’s pity adoptee, sneers another.
And Duke can relate. Bruce and Alfred tried to hide it from him, but the tabloids didn’t have anything good to say about him either. But Duke’s mind lingers on the difference.
He shakes his head, staring at his deep brown eyes through the cerise lense of the punch. It’s silly. Of course Bruce wouldn’t adopt him; Duke has perfectly good parents already. It would make the paperwork easier should—when his parents get cured.
“Something’s wrong,” Damian observes, walking up behind Duke.
“Nothing’s wrong,” Duke replies, ignoring the way his chest twists at the words.
He can practically feel Damian raise his eyebrows. “You’re lying, and we both know it. Come with me, Duke.”
Duke follows without a retort, and Damian leads him to the balcony. The gentle moonlight and starlight welcomes him more than the harsher lights of the chandeliers inside ever have.
“Since when did you become the emotionally intuitive one?” Duke asks, crossing his arms over the railing.
Damian huffs. “I am still not aware of what’s going on with you. But I am… I’m your older brother. It’s my duty.”
Duke hums at that. The description resonates deep in his bones, a familiar comfort, and it had never felt wrong. More like puzzle pieces snapping together.
Brother often means they share a father. It just as often can mean they do not. And Duke didn’t think they did—did they?
“It’s not Cass’ fault,” he says, playing a mental game with the Gotham skyline. He always tries to find his old neighborhood, before he got taken in by Bruce. It helps him remember, so one day, he might come home and he wouldn’t have forgotten. “It’s my brain that’s being fucky.”
“Language,” Damian reprimands under his breath. He then speaks in a louder tone, now meant for Duke’s ears. “I didn’t think so. You were never the resentful type. I’m grateful for that.”
Duke throws his head back to laugh. Five years ago, Damian would rather stab him than talk about feelings like this. Duke wanted to train with Damian. Funny how things change. “No, it’s—it’s something else. Bruce adopted Cass. That’s what’s bothering me, I think.”
Damian tilts his head at Duke. “Would you prefer for Father,”—Baba, now, behind closed doors, but Duke wouldn’t pry—“to adopt you?”
“No. I don’t think so. Would I? I already have a dad.” Duke sucks in a breath. He’d gone to visit them last weekend. No improvements, as per usual. Not even lucid enough to give Duke death threats.
“Family isn’t bound by blood,” Damian reminds him softly. “I have a brother now, and a sister. Who’s to say you can’t have two fathers?”
Duke blinks rapidly. His finger brushes the corner of his eye and comes away wet. “And I’m not a bad son? I’m not abandoning my dad for Bruce?”
“Absolutely not.”
And just like that, a dam bursts. One tear rolls down Duke’s cheeks, then another, then several more. Despite this, hope settles into his chest with the cool touch of the moon and stars.
“Thank you, Dami,” Duke says, jumping into a hug with the taller boy (though Damian won’t remain that for long—Duke shot up rapidly in the last year or so, and he’s quickly approaching Damian’s height).
Damian returns the hug, his chin warm against Duke’s shoulder when he tells Duke, “Anytime.”
-
Damian is dead.
Duke’s breath hitches, with quiet little Cass by his side and Steph and Harper there for moral support. The funeral is closed casket—the cover story had been kidnappers and an explosion, and thus, no body to bury.
Duke had seen Damian’s body. He and Bruce were a moment too late. Duke is fast, faster than Bruce when desperate, but he had glimpsed a moment into the future and fell back, momentarily blinded by the explosion that hadn’t even happened yet.
Maybe if he hadn’t relied on his powers, maybe if he’d pushed past that to run, maybe if he arrived a minute or two earlier, Damian wouldn’t have—
Cass squeezes his hand. Duke squeezes back, numb to the core. He lets go and steps back, into the shade of a tree.
Damian’s funeral is held on a day where the sun glares, its heat searing into their skin. It’s not right. Nothing about this is right. Damian is—was—seventeen.
After the funeral, Duke writes a note to Bruce. He writes that he’s resigning as Lark. He can’t do this anymore, not when Lark’s partner is Shadow as well as Batman. His words tumble out without eloquence, and his tears smear the ink.
He flees.
And maybe he’s a coward. He can live with that. But Gotham—the city of rebirth, he liked to call it. The city of new beginnings. The city that had always seemed like stubbornness and perseverance and hope. It was Damian’s beginning, but it was also his end.
And Duke remembers why another name was given to Gotham.
(City of death. Death and rebirth is the whole phrase. He can’t ever forget that.)
It’s marred with the memory of them, of Damian, of his parents, of the kid that hoped and told himself if no one else would help, he would. Duke can’t stay here. No matter how much this feels like a betrayal to his family, to his father that believed Gotham would shine true, to his mother who came here to start a new life, to Damian whose smile was like Gotham’s sun, he can’t stay. He can’t. He can’t.
So what if Duke is a traitor? He doesn’t have many left to betray.
Instead, he seeks refuge in Blüdhaven, notorious for being the only city worse than Gotham. A simple city, one that held no pretenses of goodness, one that wouldn’t betray Duke.
Duke thought he was Damian’s light, but now that Damian’s gone, he knows better.
Damian was a light all on his own, and without him, Duke’s light shatters into tiny shards.
One morning not long after the funeral, Duke wakes up to find the sun assaulting his eyes, which is a rarer occurrence in Blüdhaven than in Gotham.
He shuts the blinds and cries in the quiet, shadowed room, his chest heaving with every sob, painfully aware that every gasped breath is a breath Damian will never get to take.
-
(The next two years seem to fly by. Duke becomes Blüdhaven’s Signal, and begins to take on the local gangs. He dismantles them from the inside out, with a focus he didn’t often have before.
He becomes an emancipated minor at barely fifteen, and he enrolls himself into a public high school. He used to have a 4.0 GPA. Now, with late nights spent fighting, and early mornings spent applying makeup over the bruises, his school performance dips.
A boy, small and skinny, appears on his doorstep. Duke recognizes him—it’s Timothy Drake, the next door neighbor who Duke would visit every once in a while, the boy with the emptiest house Duke has ever seen. “I know you used to be Lark,” Tim Drake tells him, “that Bruce Wayne is Batman, and that Damian used to be Shadow.”
Duke flinches and nearly slams the door in tiny Tim’s face right there and then. (Duke is only two years older, but sometimes it feels like it could be centuries in between them.)
“I need you to be Lark again. Batman has been uncontrolled, lately. Violent.”
“No,” Duke says firmly, crossing his arms. “I’m not—I won’t go back.” Which is a lie. He briefly went back to finalize the emancipation. He avoided Bruce’s eyes, then.
“He needs you!”
“He needs his son!” Duke retorts. “And he has—he has Batgirl and Black Bat and Bluebird. He doesn’t need me.”
Tim only looks at him with steely blue eyes, and something in them causes a pit to drop in Duke’s stomach. Oh god, why didn’t he keep up with Gotham news, did someone else…?
Duke holds onto the memory of texting Cass yesterday. She said she was staying at Steph’s and Harper’s place, which meant all three are safe. (Right? Right.)
“I’m sorry,” he tells Tim earnestly, “but I can’t do it. I’m not that guy anymore.” And then the door shuts, with a soft click. Duke waits by the door until he hears Tim’s footsteps fade.
Jon Kent visits. Duke lets him in, and soon enough, teen heroes stop by Duke’s apartment in droves. Duke was only ever a reserves Teen Titan, to be called upon if there was an emergency; Damian was the one who made friends within the Titans, while Duke’s friends remained squarely in Gotham. Still, Titans stop by to say their condolences or just laugh over the counter with cups of instant hot cocoa.
It helps relieve the ache of loneliness. Duke doesn’t realize how much he needs other people to thrive until he calls for a Teen Titans study session and notices with glowing warm pride that his grades are straight A’s once again.
And… Duke travels back to Gotham. Not to stay, the wounds are still too fresh, but he has a conversation with Bruce, the man that has almost been a father to him for years now, and he thinks it might not be so bad.
Tim is Shadow now. Tim had a choice between Lark and Shadow, and he chose what he knows best. Instead, Steph becomes Lark while Cass fills in Steph’s shoes as Batgirl.
It’s almost a heartwarming picture of a not-quite family.
And Duke wonders if, one day, Damian might be a happy memory to look back to.
Of course, that’s when Damian returns.)
-
“You let him replace me,” Damian snarls, his hands balled into fists.
Duke freezes in place, staring at the man under the red helmet. Damian’s eyes glint with green, a sharp green that terrifies where the brown used to comfort. A shadow covers nearly three quarters of Damian’s face, but the green still pierces.
“Dami,” he says, his voice cracking. “You—you’re—”
Alive, Duke doesn’t get to say before Damian lunges at him with a knife, his eyes gleaming with madness.
-
“You have reached Red Hood. Do not try to contact me again.”
“Hey, yeah, Dami, it’s Duke, Harper and I finally found this number, I just… I just want to let you know you’re welcome back in the family whenever. Bruce isn’t even—he’s not even that angry anymore. All we want is for you to come home. We miss you. Please. I’ll call again if you don’t respond in twenty-four hours.”
“You have reached Red Hood. Do not try to contact me again.”
“Duke again. What the fuck, Damian? I know you’re seeing this. I saw you on the news. Someone managed to record a video of you walking out of that warehouse—we were going to ambush them tomorrow night, but I guess the first one there can call dibs. Anyways, I saw you check your phone. You know I’m here. You didn’t even kill any of them this time. Please come home. Calling again in twenty-four hours if you don’t respond.”
“You have reached Red Hood. Do not try to contact me again.”
“Am I the only one who leaves you voicemails? Does anyone else know you have this number, like, at all? That’s not the point. The point is that we’re still waiting. And you can come back whenever you’re ready. I just… yeah. Yeah. I’ll talk to you again in twenty-four hours.”
“You have reached Red Hood. Do not try to contact me again.”
“You know, Cass scared the shit out of Bruce the other day? She’s opened up a lot since after you… uh. Well. Anyways, you should have seen his face, Dami, it was hilarious. Almost as good as that time we put glitter into the vents of the Batmobile. I’ll talk to you again, yeah? Yeah.
“You have reached Red Hood. Do not try to contact me again.”
“I’m not actually part of the family, did you know that? Became an emancipated minor a few months after you died. I don’t know why I keep trying—if you won’t come back for family, who says you’ll come back for me? ...Does this sound sudden to you? For context, Bruce and I screamed at each other for a half hour straight about… never mind. I’ll talk to you la—oh, what the hell, you know the drill.”
“You have reached Red Hood. Do not try to contact me again.”
“...Dami? I’m in a little bit of a hurry here, but—whoa! Holy shit. I was wondering if you’d want to come to my graduation ceremony in Bludhaven next week? It’s, uh—fuck!—it would mean a lot to me if you were able to make it. I’m salutatorian. So no speeches but I’ll still look cool. Motherbitcher on a stick, I—tell me if you’re gonna come, alri—AHHHHHHHHHHH! You fucker, that hurts, I—why do I feel… dizzy…?”
“Hey! This is Duke, I can’t get to the phone right now, but don’t worry, I’m sure I’m fine. If it’s urgent, though, leave a message after the beep! ...Wait, does it beep?”
“Thomas, you imbecile, of course it beeps. You need to answer me and tell me where you are. I—I will try again.”
“Hey! This is Duke, I can’t get to the phone right now, but don’t worry, I’m sure I’m fine. If it’s urgent, though, leave a message after the beep! ...Wait, does it beep?”
“Answer me, where are you? Did you get yourself in trouble? Stupid, idiotic Thomas, why are you calling me on patrol?”
“Hey! This is Duke, I can’t get to the phone right now, but don’t worry, I’m sure I’m fine. If it’s urgent, though, leave a message after the beep! ...Wait, does it beep?”
“...Duke? I will come to your graduation ceremony. I would—I would love to see you again. Please be alright.”
“Hey! This is Duke, I can’t get to the phone right now, but don’t worry, I’m sure I’m fine. If it’s urgent, though, leave a message after the beep! ...Wait, does it beep?”
“Duke! I’m on my way. Please be alright, please be alright. If you die, I will hunt you down and throw you in a Pit, and the Pits are not to be trifled with. There’s no telling what you’ll come back like. But I… hey, watch where you’re going!”
“Hey! This is Duke, I can’t get to the phone right now, but don’t worry, I’m sure I’m fine. If it’s urgent, though, leave a message after the beep! ...Wait, does it beep?”
“I’ve talked with Father. Isn’t that what you wanted? This is a terrible way to go about it. He has a tracker on you and I’m headed to your coordinates. Please be alright. I’ll… see you when I see you.”
“Hey! This is Duke, I can’t get to the phone right now, but don’t worry, I’m sure I’m fine. If it’s urgent, though, leave a message after the beep! ...Wait, does it beep?”
“Duke Thomas, you are a colossal dumbass. But I wanted to talk to you. Doctor Thompkins is checking you over, I’m trying to avoid Father and my replacement. I… I hope you’ll be alright. You’ve paled and you’ve lost a lot of blood, but Doctor Thompkins believes you’re salvageable. You’ll be okay.
“I didn’t get to finish my message, one of the earlier ones, I just realized. If you don’t make it out of this… I will hunt down an unused Pit for you, no matter the risks. Don’t you dare say you’re not part of this family, because that isn’t true in the slightest. You are my brother. I’ve been neglecting my duties as the elder brother. I—I promise to remedy that when you awake.
“Please be alright.”
-
“I got my phone back,” Duke says to Damian. Damian’s eyes are closed, as if he fell asleep, but his shoulders are tense.
Damian’s eyes flutter open. The green pierces through Duke’s chest, they’re nothing like what he remembers. He knows all too well he can scarcely remember his mother’s real laugh anymore. What if one day he forgets Damian’s brown eyes as well?
“I heard your message. Would you really…?”
Damian crosses his arms. “I meant every word.”
Duke grins, holding out his arms. “Hug?”
Damian accepts, gently embracing Duke. “Moron.”
A tear runs down Duke’s face, but it’s warm and filled with hope for the future. Their future. “That’s what brothers are for.”
-
“Tt,” Damian says, his voice modulated coming from underneath the helmet. “You seem to be doing alright with everyone living in the Manor. I am not needed.”
Duke frowns and revs his motorcycle. Damian lost his in the warehouse explosion, so Duke’s giving him a ride to the Batmobile. They’ll steal it, just like when they were kids. “You can’t hoist the oldest child responsibilities onto me, that’s not how this works. We share it, remember? Also, we all miss you. Lark,”—now Tim, after Damian made the attempt on his life, but Duke’s positive that Tim is inventing his own mantle now—“would be a little testy about it, but he really admired you, y’know. That’s why he took your name and not mine.”
They enter the Narrows, the grimy apartments and alleyways familiar, but they really have gotten better in the past decade or so. Duke still has an apartment in Blüdhaven, but he’s been going back and forth between both cities pretty frequently.
Gotham is his home. He can’t stay away long.
“I still haven’t properly apologized—” Damian cuts himself off. Duke turns towards where the Batmobile is parked, squinting to see what’s captured Damian’s attention.
A small boy, who couldn’t be more than thirteen, drops a huge Batmobile tire and runs.
Damian chases after him, with Duke close behind. “You gotta admit,” he says to Damian with a grin, “the kid’s got guts. Jacking tires from the Batmobile?”
They slow down as they find the kid, and share a look. The kid may have guts, but to even try must mean he’s desperate.
“Hey!” Duke calls, his bright as hell Signal outfit probably more inviting than Damian’s whole shtick, especially with the sword sheathed at Damian’s side. He turns on a little penlight attached to his keyring. “Hey, we don’t want to hurt you. How about we go out to eat?”
-
“Hey, Dickhead!” Jason yells up at the ceiling. Duke cranes his neck to see, and… yeah, Dick’s on the chandelier again. It shakes, the light scattering and dancing across the room.
Damian is sitting at the table, sipping at his jasmine tea. “Jason,” he sharply reprimands.
Jason’s tiny nose scrunches up. “Sorry, Mom.”
Without missing a beat, Damian asks in a tone quiet enough for only Duke to hear, “Do you ever miss when it was only us two?”
“Always,” Duke responds. “But I wouldn’t give up any of… this family for the world.”
And maybe they’re a little broken, but they’re trying to rebuild. Duke isn’t Damian’s light anymore, nor is Damian a shadow, or another light, or anything his younger self's mind could have dreamed of. They’re people. Living, breathing people who try their best, and it’s more of a partnered relationship than anything.
They help each other. They stick by each other’s sides and they learn, and they grow, and they find that they’re more alike than they think.
Maybe they’re not alright. But that’s alright. They’re trying.
“Besides,” Duke says after a brief pause, “it wasn’t nearly as funny when it was only me driving you up a wall.”
Damian snorts at that and elbows him.
And everything seems right in the world.
Also read and comment on AO3!
75 notes · View notes
black-streak · 4 years
Text
Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting (but Sundays are meant for rest) - The Bet
Part 2
Continuation of my timinette thing... I really need to give it an actual name.
Soooo. I wasn't planning on continuing this nor expecting the sheer amount of attention this recieved (dear goodness, I dont even know how to react, like actually thank you all so much?) But im going to try and actually continue this further if people are interested. Anyways!
~---~
It took less than 6 hours for Damian to realize something was off.
"What happened."
"I haven't the slightest what you're on about."
"Tt."
Despite knowing he would know eventually, Marinette enjoyed watching him get frustrated over not knowing. No matter, once he got the subject matter or at least a piece of the puzzle, she'd provide him the full picture. Best he finds out from her and not draw his own conclusions.
~---~ 
Less than two hours.
Less than two hours and Damian had already caught on to the subject of her change. Would've been easier to throw him off had Tim not decided to return to the Manor right then… dressed in business attire, obviously having come from a board meeting. He looked unfairly attractive in a wine red button down, sleek black tie and vest, detailed in intricate gray designs, almost too fine to see to an untrained eye. Truly wasted on the stiffs he probably met. Add in the surprisingly well rested look about him and tousled black hair falling about his face… well… let's just say Mari was distracted.
"What'd Tim do?"
"Hmm?" Marinette hummed to Damian, not really paying attention to what he said.
"You're staring. What'd he do?"
"Oh… Oh!" Mari snapped out of it, turning to him, flustered, "not here."
Narrowing his eyes, he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her from the room, not missing how Tim's eyes zeroed in on their clasped hands, a contemplative look about his face. Getting back to his own room, he closed the door shut tight and turned to his friend.
"Alright, explain."
"I want to date your brother."
"I'm being serious," he ground out.
"So am I."
"Why?" 
"Are you okay with it?" She asked, watching closely for any tells that might give him away. His left eye twitched, but that could just be from her avoiding the question.
"Why do you want to date him?" 
"What? You want me to gush about your older brother to you?"
"If it'll allow me to understand the situation, yes."
"Fine. He's sweet, highly intelligent, knows how to offer quiet companionship without pushing but can also get the whole story from very little, enjoys the same weird niche humor as me, but brings his own twist to it. Tim doesn't mind that I'm clingy and cuddly and likes how warm I am even when I'm cold and snuggling for warmth. It certainly doesn't hurt that he's insanely attractive and I feel bold and daring when I flirt with him. So there. I want to date him. Do you have a problem with it? Cause I'll back off if you do."
"... What happened last night?"
"We might have had to cut each other off from coffee and watched vine for 22 minutes straight." She admitted with a sheepish grin then paused a moment as though unsure if she should continue, "I also might have fallen asleep on his chest… With permission of course."
" Figures. Jon and Chloe are going to get a kick out of this. Whatever, date him. He's likely already smitten so I'm sure he'll be wrapped around your finger soon enough. Even if he wasn't, we could definitely dispose of the body between the four of us if things went south." 
"Dami! That's your brother! And he won't be wrapped around my finger. He'll be my equal."
"And you're my Angel."
20 seconds
She stared him down for 20 seconds before his lip twitched into a smirk.
"I'm playing. I wouldn't kill him. Just maim him a little. So, how do you plan on telling the rest of the family when you inevitably end up charming him?" 
"That reminds me! It may be harder than you'd think. Apparently they all think we're dating. Tim wouldn't even let me into too much contact with him until I cleared up that we weren't."
"Good."
"What?"
"I'd be more concerned if he was fine holding you while under the presumption you were taken."
Realization hit her, "Oh, that makes sense. Yeah, good point. But back to the point, if he thought we were dating, the rest certainly do." 
Damian nodded decisively, laying back on his bed to stare at the ceiling.
"That's not too surprising. They've hinted at it lightly and neither of us confirmed nor denied anything. Hmm… this could be entertaining."
Pursing her lips, Mari narrowed her eyes at him, "What type of bet are you thinking?"
Smirking up at her he replied, "How long it will take them to realize you and Tim are together."
"Hmm… rules?"
"Bet goes into effect the second he calls you his. In any form that hints at a romantic connection."
Nodding, she added, "Neither of us can give any overt indication that we are not dating nor that Tim and I are. We cannot tell them in any form unless directly asked, but if they ask, you must honestly answer. None of our usual needling and tricks either. If you bend the rules, it's an automatic disqualification."
Contemplating the words a moment, Damian nodded, "Loser covers the other's terrible excuses."
"We inform Tim of the bet within a week of it going into effect." 
"Fair enough. What's your bet?"
She thinks it over for a moment, not wanting to forget any variables before making her decision.
"It'll take everything except the actual words, 'we are dating' for them to get it. We won't have to outright state that I'm with Tim, but you will have to outright say you aren't with me at some point. It'll take over 2 months."
Considering her, he looked back to the ceiling, noticing a slightly discolored spot, "In agreement then. Except. You'll have to tell them you're dating. Not me or Tim. You. They won't believe it from anyone else. It'll take 3 months at least."
"Bet settled then."
Sitting up, Damian grabbed her hand and very firmly shook it, a serious air about them both. She broke first, falling back and giggling, giddy with excitement and relief. 
"So how long till he asks you out then? Can't be long the way he watched us leave."
"Oh I already sort of asked him."
540 notes · View notes
tellywoodtrash · 5 years
Text
khkt 19.09.19 lb
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
how the fuck has this fool gotten away with multiple affairs if he's this bad at sneaking around? lol, what a loser.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
"tu iss waqt yahaan?”, he asks his brother standing in front of his own damn house. mensa candidate of the year, this one.
Tumblr media
"main bohut confused hoon."
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
"aaaah. join the gang."
lol. idiocy runs in the sippy genes.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
"karne KUCH gaya tha; ho kuch AUR hi gaya." trollolololol i am really enjoying this.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
HEY. NO. YOUR THING IS NOT LIKE HIS THING, YOU LYING, CHEATING MANWHORE.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
not so subtle warning that rohit will absolutely not stand for fuckery within marriage.
Tumblr media
"loyal hoon main." yeah, to your dick maybe.
Tumblr media
YES THE SCENE I HAVE BEEN WAITING MOST FOR.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
yessssssssssss sumannnnnnnnn, go offffffff ma.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
woooooooop. i'm not for hitting your kids irl, but tellywood mein chalta hai. especially when your crotch-goblin, like this one here, really deserves it.
also lmao, suman ne aisa lagaaya ki pari got sent to the shadow realm.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
waah kya safaai se jhoot bolti hai even under the influence. she’ll make a fantastic actor!
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
i mean she's not wrong, and suman needed to hear it that she can't be controlling grownass adults, but i also feel like this is just gonna go on to reinforce suman's belief that controlling a kid's life makes a good girl like sona, whereas giving free rein creates this kinda monster.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
lo gir gayi.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
BITCH DON'T YOU TOUCH PULKI LIKE THAT.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
suman's chickens have come home to roost. isse kehte hain karma.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
this is his romantic life analysis spot. whenever something momentous happens regarding his relationship status, it's on this balcony.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
lmaooooooooo he really cannot close his eyes anymore without having a powerpoint slideshow of sona run.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
askdjhsajfhaskjdfhdskfhjk
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
ofc his alter ego is a SMUGGER bastard than he is.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
"tv nahi dekhte ho na, iss liye. apni sona se pooch lo; usne toh badi badi problems solve kiye hain, apne aap se baat karke." bwahahahahahahaha.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
"don't! overreact!" HELLO KETTLE, THIS IS POT, YOU'RE BLACK.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
alter ego is not only smugger, but also bougier; the deliberate, accented mispronunciations of the dramatic hindi words like "dhoka". i can't stop cackling like an insane person.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
"itni simple si baat samajh mein nahi aati tumhe? doctor kisne banaaya?"
Tumblr media
"bohut hi rude ho yaar!" 
AB SAMJHE????? KI TUMSE NIPATNA KITNAAAAAAAAAA MUSHKIL HAI??? KABHI KHUD KO BHI SEH LIYA KARO, JAISE BAAKI KARTE HAIN.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
"tumhara hissa hoon na, rude toh hoonga hi!" askldjksjlskjfdsfj
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
alter!rohit is so much smarter. can we have him instead of this other fool?
Tumblr media
omfg is he comparing raima to a plant? rude.
Tumblr media
"kabhi kabhi lagta hai ki raima nahi, tum coma mein ho."
gotdamn. this one dropping truth bombs like an american drone over a brown country with oil reserves.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
"sirf rearview mein dekh ke gaadi nahi chala sakta koi. ayeeee, tumhe toh gaadi chalaani nahi aati." LMAOOOO OMG THE WAY ALTER!ROHIT IS ROASTING HIM.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
alter!rohit is like bohut ho gayi bakchodi, i have a life unlike you, soooo.... chalo rapid fire.
"fiqar hoti hai uski?"
"of course, haan."
Tumblr media
"apne aap se zyaada?"
Tumblr media
"ABSOLUTELY." my god the conviction with which he said that!!!!!! rohit, you absolute moppet.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
lo ji, ho gaya issue ka samaadhaan.
Tumblr media
"i love sonakshi????????"
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
lmaoooooooooo the dramatic asshole, echoing "accept it! enjoy it! accept it! enjoy it!"
Tumblr media Tumblr media
mum-daughter bonding timeeeeee!
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
"nashe mein hi sahi, lekin bilkul sahi baat boli hai woh. woh meri sona nahi hai."
HALLELUJAH! FINALLLLLLLLLLLLY. SONA KI KEEMAT BADH GAYI HAI ISS HOUSEHOLD MEIN!
lmao pari take zimmedaari for the house. ho hi chuka.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
protip to all girls, via sona and tt: marry a dude who makes your family a priority, instead of subscribing to that shaadi ke baad, sasuraal hi tumhara ghar hai bullshit.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
ooooooooh, mummy has prepared for eventuality that rohit will be the ladka.
Tumblr media
aankh milaake toh bolo, saaf saaf dikh raha hai ki jhoot bol rahi ho.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
mummy knows best. also i like how she said "emotionally involve". it's more accurate for what's happening here than just "pyaar".
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
notice how she specified that sona should end it *IF* it's "ek tarfa pyaar". not the same tune she was singing an hour ago about never marrying sona off to a sindhi.
WHERE HAS THIS SORTED, PRAGMATIC, YET LOVINGLY STERN SUMAN BEEN ALL THE TIME?!?!?!? I HAVE WANTED TO SEE HER FOR MONTHSSSSSS NOWWWWWWW. THANK YOU BAPPA KE AAP JAATE JAATE YEH DE GAYE!
Tumblr media Tumblr media
yup. end this shittttttttttttttttt. good call. get some me-time; ask star plus to send parvati off to switzerland like they did prerna. aaraam se ghoom phir ke aana.
Tumblr media
look at this cheesyass mfer.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
"i love sona."
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
ohhhhhhhhhh boy.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
JFC SHE'S..... VERY ANNOYING.
Tumblr media
.... this is 4 years back right??? why is she dressed like aishwarya in action replayy, like it’s the 70s????
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
ugh ok i don't like her immature ass. is she the same age as rohit? max 2 - 3 saal choti hogi? why she acting like a fucking teenager?
Tumblr media
arre waaaaaah, coma gave her ESP, she knows that rohit's moving on without her permission.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
i propose a steel cage death match: the annoying senguptas. raima and her mom fight to the death so that we have to tolerate only ONE of their annoying asses in the show instead of both.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
guess tanaaz is off to shoot something else?
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
small mercies: akash is finally over his petty little grudge with nishi.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
is the rest of the episode just this??? saying bye to nishi????
Tumblr media Tumblr media
ouff fwding.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
"agar tumne roya, toh tumhe airport drop karne suman rastogi aayegi." lmaoooooooooooo i love yk.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
oh hooooooooo, new watch.
Tumblr media
ouff shut up naren.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
mummy is having a shipper moment.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
lol look how happy she is. and his face, knowing that she already knows what's in it.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
the music is too sappily senti, middle class types, for a super rich dude putting on a watch that costs a minimum of 5 lakhs.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
purest mom. so much softness between the two of them. ugh i wanna squish them both in to a nice hug sandwich.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
LMAO WHAT, SAMUNDAR MEIN PHENK DI???? ISKE BEECH TU BEACH KAB GAYA?????????????
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
"chariyo! aath laakh ki ghadi thi!!!!!!!!!!!"
aslfkdjdlfjdslfjdslk i am veena. BITCH OLX NAAM KI BHI KOI CHEEZ HOTI HAI.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
i don't really think he threw it away. he's just doing it to get a rise out of his mom, the brat.
but also my question is this; raima looks to be from a pretty middle class family, and she wanted to be an air hostess. HOW THE FUCKKKKKKK DID SHE AFFORD A WATCH THAT COSTS EIGHT FUCKING LAKHS?!?!?
Tumblr media Tumblr media
no i have no such advice for you. jo plan hai, woh achcha hai. friend-zone his ass for a while.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
"yeh naatak sirf naatak nahi hai, taqleef hone lagi hai mujhe." ouch. my poor girl.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
lol pulki wants internship with rohit. great. WILL YOU PPL LET THIS POOR GIRL LET GO OF THIS GUY?!!?
———————————————————————
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
either sonakshi ran her the fuck over, or raima too is a KPK fan, even though she's been in a coma for the whole duration of its run. SUCH IS THE POWER OF PARVATI!
19 notes · View notes
dreamingsushi · 5 years
Text
Before we get married - Episode 12
Tumblr media
I caught up wit all episodes now and I have now to wait.  I hate this so much TT  That’s why I always wait for a series to be ended before starting to watch it.  I should stick with my principles.  Anyways, let’s go for episode 12 and let’s see if we will like or not!
So we left last episode Kehuan and Weiwei together in the park drinking beer.  Kehuan jokes around to make Weiwei feel a little better and it seems he does know what to say.  He tells he just wanted her to relax a little from all the stress she had the whole day because of Haoyi.  And that he is different from him, that he will never force her and that he never goes back on his word : if she needs him he will be there.  Then he tries to kiss her, but like on the cheek, not a really kiss, but she reminds him that they are only friends.  We know darling, we know.
So they end up going back home together and Kehuan sleeps on the sofa.  He leaves naturally, like it’s his house.  This is so sweet.
Kefei asks Weiwei if she wants to take the day off because she saw on the media collegues badmouthing Weiwei : afterall they all heard she sold her body to Kehuan and slept with him.  But Weiwei doesn’t want to, if she doesn’t go to work, or even resign, it means they won, but she’s a new version of herself and she can face all of this.  Moreover doesn’t she has Kefei on her side?
Then Kefei tries to use Weiwei’s phone but it’s locked.  While trying to open it without letting Weiwei see the posts on social media, she purposely throws so it breaks and they have to go buy a new cellphone.  Weiwei knows though that Kefei was trying to make it so that she wouldn’t see the news and she thanks her for her good meaning, but she’s okay.
There’s a meeting at work, they change the time to an hour earlier.  I think it’s Ziyuan’s doing, because nobody told Weiwei so she comes in a little late.  When she comes, she distributes documents but then Jessica tells her she is not needed since Meiling is there.  Yep.  It’s Ziyuan.  She asks Jessica to make Weiwei leave, but then Kehuan comes to the rescue.  Chairman Wang agreed to invest in their project only if Weiwei is part of it.  Ziyuan’s a bitch.  She’s even telling someone’s else company how to manage their workers.  Who the hell is she to say that Weiwei should be fired because of what happened the day before?  Kehuan insists on having Weiwei on the project, Ziyuan insists on having her fired.  So Kehuan is like “you wanna play that game?  Fine.  I am involved, so if you keep insisting I’ll leave the project and Guoxin, please give a call to our big boss and tell him that.” HAHAHAHA.  BIM!  In your face!  Trying to hurt Weiwei won’t help you to win back Kehuan.
I must say, I love Jessica.  Since the beginning, she’s always so... how would I say this... she’s like the mean boss.  BUT THAT SMILE OF SATISFACTION THOUGH when Kehuan goes against Ziyuan.  I think she loves Weiwei, she’s just showing her love by being harsh.  I love her so much.  I’m just sad she wouldn’t take Weiwei’s side openly.  Well, I guess she needs her job too.  OH AND SHE WINKS TOO! Hahaha!  I love how everybody is happy around the table except for Ziyuan.
After the meeting, a very angry Ziyuan is waiting for Kehuan, but he just ignores her.  I love it when she asks him if he pretends not to see like she’s air and he answers that he wish she was hahaha.  She’s so upset and being like : if you keep going like this I can’t guarantee you will keep your position as CEO and he’s like : I don’t care.  She’s so angry.  The only thing is, Weiwei heard it all and her being as nice as she is, she will do something for Kehuan, I am sure.  She’s the type to resign so he won’t lose what he has.  And that’s stupid.  Because it’s being like Ziyuan.  The only thing is probably that she would never tell him she did it for him.  She’s not the type to do something expecting people to thank her, she’s genuine.
Dad came to Taipei and wants to meet with Weiwei.  She will for sure agree.  I am so sad for that.  He likes Weiwei so much.  But your son has been bad to her.  You won’t be able to patch them up together.  I love Dad so much ):  He’s super mad at Haoyi that Weiwei broke up with him.  He’s like : women decide for small things, guys decide for big things.  What is a big thing? There is no big things, it’s all small things, the woman always gets to decide.  I love this way of thinking haha.  When Weiwei comes, Dad tries to patch them up, but Haoyi won’t cooperate.  She tries to convince dad if a couple breaks up, it’s not about who’s right and who’s wrong, but it makes Dad love her even more.  So she wants to leave, but Haoyi won’t let her go until she says she slept with someone else.  And I think he’s so stupid, because it’s so obvious she said that to make him angry because he cornered her and that’s just what he wanted to hear.  I hope that will notice.  Dad is so smart.  Oh no.  Dad believes it’s true.  I hate that.  Weiwei did nothing wrong ):
Okay.  So now Maizi et Haoyi are working on the project with everybody.  This is getting twisted.  It’s definitely Ziyuan trying to get revenge.  Anyways.  They have three weeks to get everything ready, everybody disagrees, so Maizi says that it’s because of her that it’s so short in time, but it’s okay if she cannot attend, Haoyi can take her place.  Then Haoyi is like : if I am here, three weeks is possible.  So yup.  It’s going to be only three weeks.  He’s so despicable.
Haoyi and Maizi go for a drink.  She tells him he must not let his feelings interfere with the project and he promises it won’t.  It looks like he’s quite drunk and he asks her why Maizi is so good to him.  She tells him it’s because he’s a prodigee and that he has a lot of talent.  So he kisses her?  It’s weird, it doesn’t make sense.  She doesn’t even try to push him away, but when he backs up, she pours water on him and reminds him that she’s his boss and he shouldn’t forget.  Strong woman haha.
Awww... Dawei has a picture of Kefei for his phone background.  So cute!  Meiling sees it and she then wants to help him to seduce Kefei.  I don’t know if it’s a good idea, but it’s so cuuuute!  When Kefei sees that, she takes Weiwei out for coffee and asks her if she thinks there’s something between Meiling and Dawei.  She’s like : no, I am not jealous, me being jealous?  Never.  I am happy Kefei could find someone she likes.
SO CUTE!  They are waiting for each other to get off work, but since they are doing it at the same time, no one leaves first.  I never thought I would think that Kefei could be cute, but she is indeed.
Kehuan tried to invite Weiwei for dinner, but she refuses.  She also won’t let him send her back home. When she comes down, Haoyi is there waiting.  He’s being spiteful, saying Kehuan is not a better boyfriend than he was, a Friday night he won’t send her home neither invite her on a date.  She’s like : if you have nothing work related to say to me, then I don’t need to talk to you.  He wants to send her back home and she’s like I don’t need you to.  And he insists.  Gosh, he’s so annoying.  So she leaves as she takes Kefei’s call.
Ok.  Weird moment.  Haoyi followed her.  Is he a stalker?  I don’t know where she went to, but Kehuan is also going to that place.  Yikes.  I guess Kefei planned a date for the two of them and Haoyi is going to see this.  I don’t feel it.  It’s not going to be pretty.  When she asks him why is he doing this, does he not care about his work, he’s like, before I met you my way to relieve stress was drinking alcohol, since I am always so concentrated on work, it’s tiring, but now I really like this job because I have a lot of free time and since I can’t seduce you and have you become my girlfriend, I have more time to be bored, more time to sleep. Hahaha.  He’s so funny.
But then she tells him, she can’t accept his feelings because she wouldn’t be able to forgive herself if he lost his work because of her.  Awwww... he’s happy because it confirms that she’s not avoiding him for herself, but for his own good.
So Haoyi waited outside like a stalker, but I guess he can’t wait anymore so he goes inside.  Can you not be such a pushover?  He goes to sit right next to them and pretends it’s a coincidence.  Such a loser.  And he gives her a flower he stole from the wall in the entrance.  It’s so immature...  You won’t win her back again like that.  You totally lost her like 10 episodes ago...  Move on.  Weiwei didn’t get to eat because of you...  If you want to try, make sure at least you try better than that.
At work, Haoyi gives his work to Kehuan.  Kehuan is like : this is inacceptable.  Haoyi argues that he had only three weeks and it’s already good that he could achieve that in such a short time.  HAHAHA.  AND WHO SAID IF HE WAS THERE, EVERYTHING WOULD WORK IN THREE WEEKS?  Kehuan, nice call.  Great minds just met here, you and me.  Weiwei comes in between the two of them : fighting outloud is not solving the problem.  It’s a fact that the time is too short, but it’s also a fact that the work does not meet the requirements, so instead they should all work together to improve it.  Love you Weiwei.  No wonder Jessica loves you and wouldn’t want to let go of you.
Uh-oh.  Haoyi is in trouble. Maizi heard everything.  She tells him, if she’s not happy with how he represents, she can take him away from the project.  And he whines that everything is Kehuan’s fault.  Can you act like an adult, please?  I am so tired of him never taking any responsability for what happens to him...
After the little fight, Kehuan treats everybody for lunch and gives a speech about how he wants to work out something unexpected so all of them can shine.  So Weiwei feeds him.
AND I HATE the previews.  I just hope I will like the ending.  Please make it good.  Otherwise I think I will cry.
4 notes · View notes
Text
Private Tutoring (Jason x Reader)(OS)
Warning: Bad hidden easter eggs  Word count:2145 Summary: Jason needs some private tutoring and because of Damian, You (who can’t stand Jason) have the job
(Third Person P.O.V.)
"You can't do that!" "I think I can." Jason huffed and turned around to stomp out of the Bat cave. Bruce just told him that he couldn't join the Family on Patrol if his grades would continue to be so bad. Jason was pissed. He let himself fall onto the couch wishing he could just fall asleep, but of course the one person he didn't wanna see appeared in the doorway. "What do you want, Demon-spawn?" sight Jason not looking away from the ceiling. "TT. Why do you think everything is about you, Todd?" huffed Damian sitting down beside Jason. Jason looked at him, raising his eyebrows. "Then why are you sitting beside me?" "Because I can see that you're upset and you're the most annoying person ever when you're upset...I also heard that father doesn't allow you to join us on patrol...and...that would be...inconvenient." Damian needed all his strength to get the last words out, but he got it done. Normally Jason would answer with a sassy remark, but right now he was to angry to do so and a little help, wouldn't harm anyone. "So? What do you think I should do?" Jason asked, rolling his eyes. "You're writing a math test next Monday, right?" "Yes, and?" "Get yourself a tutor who helps you with the topic and than write an A and than father will let you join us on Patrol again." Jason rolled his eyes and rolled himself off of the couch. "But almost nobody in my class understands the topic." "What about Y/N?" "The nerdy girl that always sits in the front of the class? How do you know her?" Jason asked raising his eyebrows even further. "I know everyone that could possible be helpful on a mission one day, especially in our surroundings," Damian said shrugging. Jason huffed again. "And how should Y/N Y/L/N, the nerdiest nerd of them all, help us on a mission?" "She isn't just a nerd, she's a genius. Also an award winning dancer and I'm sure she would make a good superhero, not that I'm implying anything." "As if...she couldn't even catch an apple if she wanted to, but back to topic. You say I should ask her if she helps me with math?" Jason asked stretching his arms over his head. "Well, kinda...Maybe I already asked Grayson to do so...and maybe she's on her way to the manor," Damian admitted. "What the Fuck! Why did you do that?" "Because you would have ruined it, before you'd even asked her."  Before Jason could say anything else the bell ringed and, even though Jason wanted to stop him, Damian stood up and ran to the door. He ripped the door open to be greeted by you. "Hey, Damian. Dick, strangely enough, invited me over. He rambled something about needing help with math and even though I told him that I'm not in his grade, he insisted on me coming, so...could you tell him I'm here?" Damian sight. "He....well...he didn't called you over for him, but for..." before he could finish his sentence Jason appeared in the doorway and you knew what this all was about. "Nope," you said, held up your hand and turned around, ready to leave again. "Wait Y/N," Jason shouted. You stopped in your tracks. "Why?" "I...I need your help...with math," he admitted. "Any why exactly should I help you? I remember the last time you spoke to me, you called me a...how was it? A big nerdy loser? Yes, I think that were your words." That earned Jason an angry look from Damian. "I'...sorry about that," he said. Now you turned around with a skeptical glimpse in your eyes. "Really? I'm not stupid. I know when people try to use me and I'm not really fond of being used, so...bye." You were about to turn around again, but Jason came forward. "That's the point. You're not stupid and I know that. I'm not saying I like you and I don't want you to like me, but I need help with math and you seem to be the only person to understand that shit, so, you help me and I won't bother you in school anymore. Deal?" he said, sounding more like himself. You thought about it. "Fine. But then let's get over with it." Jason brought you into his room, not caring about all the cloths that laid on the floor, and you sat down on his bed.
(Time skip because I have no idea of math)
You groaned annoyed and rubbed your hand over your face. "You wouldn't even get an A on the test if you repeat every single period we ever had." Jason huffed. "I'm stupid. I get it, but I need to get an A, because otherwise I can't..." he stopped mid sentence. "Can't what? Go out every night to party and make out with stupid b...brats?" Jason looked at you in disbelief. "You think that's what I'm doing everyday?" "Yeah...basically. You're a douche, you're always to tired to follow the class and you always make sassy comments, when nobody asks you about it. I'm 90% sure that even the pretty, and stupid, basic girls in our class wouldn't want to flirt with you all the time if you weren't a Wayne and so hot," the moment you realized what you just said, your face became tomato-red and you wanted to die there and then. Jason was a second away from bitching around because of the things you said first, when he also realized what you said. "So...You think I'm hot?" You took a deep breath and decided to stand behind your words. "Yes, and?" "Then why didn't you ask me out?" he asked with the biggest smirk on his lips. You felt yourself blush even more. "Pfff. Just because you're handsome, doesn't mean I want something from you. You're still a douche...and you insulted me." Jason looked at you. Was he really that bad? Now that he talked with you alone he noticed that you were pretty cool, other than the other girls in his class who never had their own opinions. Why did he insulted you, just because you're clever? It's not like that's a bad thing. Now that he thought about it, he really had no reason to be a jerk towards you. You weren't even ugly. In fact, you were quite beautiful. And that considering that you, also other than the basic girls, don't do a thing to make yourself more sexy or bitchy. You don't use much make-up, you don't dress provocative and you don't throw yourself around the neck of any guy who comes around the corner. Jason didn't notice that he was staring at you the whole time without saying anything. And by now you were redder than the reddest red that ever redded. You stood up from the bed and back away to the door. "I...think..I'll go now...Maybe the teacher'll recommend someone to tutor you," you said while you pointed at the door. Your hand laid on the door-handle, but before you could open it you were pressed against the wooden-materiel. Jason looked down at you with a strange look in his eyes, his hands on either side of you. "You know, I'm not the only person in this room who is hot," he whispered and you noticed that he leaned his face in. "J-Ja-Jason...I...I think I should really go now," you also whispered, but made no attempt to fight against him. "I think you're right where you belong, at my side." You shifted uncontrollably and wiggled a little bit, which made Jason push himself only nearer to you. "W-Why the sudden change of mind?" you said, trying to sound amused, but failing horrible. "Maybe I just saw what I had in front of me all the time." "That sounds...sweet, but...like I said: I'm not...interested," with every word your voice got quieter and you didn't even believed yourself. In the last few hours not only Jason realized that you weren't what he thought, you also noticed that he wasn't such a big douche at you thought. He wasn't rude and really tried to understand what you taught him. He leaned in even more and you threw all your doubts over board and leaned in too. "Oh...fuck it," you whispered before your lips met his. His lips were sweet as sugar and sour as salt in the same moment. His hands landed on your hips as he pushed you against the door even more and you laid your arms around his neck, pulling him closer into you, while you buried your hands in his hair. His tongue drove over your lips and you parted them slightly, giving him an opportunity to intensify the kiss. After a minute the both of you parted your lips a bit to take a breath and Jason leaned his forehead against yours. You wanted to say something, but before you were able to, the door behind you opened and you fell directly into the arms of Bruce fucking Wayne himself. Again, you blushed, but this time out of embarrassment. Bruce put you down onto the floor and you started to apologize. "I'm so so sorry, Mister Wayne. I...äh...I'll go now. Again, sorry." You turned around ready to run out of the manor. "Don't go," Jason and Bruce said simultaneously. You turn to them again and looked at the floor. Bruce was the first one to talk. "Damian and Dick told me a little bit about you and I'm happy that you...äh...tutor Jason, and you seem like a nice girl and I think you could be good for him, so...if you two decide to be a couple, I would be really happy for you." "Bruce!" Jason whined and took your hand in his. "Not cool." he pulled you into his room again and closed the door with his foot. "So..." you hummed. "Sooooo..." Jason also hummed. You looked him directly into the eyes and got lost in them. Neither of you noticed how you leaned in again, but before your lips could touch you turned your head so that his lips landed on your cheek. "Jason...I won't lie. That was the best kiss I ever had, but...I'm not like the girls you're used to. I'm not one you can hit and run on. I maybe had a weak moment back when we kissed, but...that's over now," you said, trying to sound convincing. Jason stroked your cheek with his hand. "I'm not thinking that you're like the other girls and I don't want you to be. My Fa-Bruce is right. You would be good for me, because in the last few hours I felt the need to improve...because of you. So...Would you be my girlfriend?" "Bu-" you tried to say, only to be interrupted by Jason. "I will get better ... for you." "Fuck this...yes, I'll be your girlfriend." As soon as you said the words his lips laid on yours and the both of you melted into the kiss, but only a few seconds later your phone ringed and interrupted you. You sight and pick it up, still buried in Jason's arms. "Hello? Yes. Bu-...Fine. Yes. Gonna be home in twenty. Till then. Tell May that she shouldn't worry. Yes... Bye....I said Bye...Bye Peter," you hang up and looked at your new-found-boyfriend, "I'm sorry. It seems like my brother told my Aunt who I'm tutoring and she seems to worry, so I need to go home." Jason chuckled. "Does she worry because I'm such a bad boy?" You smirked. "Delete the 'bad'-part. She don't want me to be alone with boys who she doesn't know." Jason sight. "Fine. I see you in school?" "Sure." You gave him a final kiss and left the manor.
Bonus: "I told you they were made for each other," said Damian to his father and his two older brothers Dick and Tim, as they watched you leave the manor with the biggest smirk on your lips over the surveillance cameras. "You were right. I think she'll change him...for good," laughed Dick with a smile on his face. "I still can't believe you played along Bruce," chuckled Tim. "I just had a feeling that he was right...and when Jason's grades get better in the process, than I'm happy," he said, also smiling, but a few seconds later a frown made it ways onto his face, "You already backroundchecked her, right?" Damian rolled his eyes. "Yes. Her parents died and she lives with her Aunt and her older brother, Peter. Their uncle got shot in a robbery and I'm 80% sure that her brother is that Spiderboy...-lad....-dude. I don't know. She goes to our School, since she had a fight at her last school. She broke a bully's Leg and let me say: the monitoring material are worth watching. She is a really good fighter." "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" asked Tim with raised eyebrows. "If you think I'm saying that she would be a good addition to the team, than you're right."
261 notes · View notes
Text
Sunset Ride
✿ Nct’s Renjun x Female!Reader ✿ Fluff ✿ 1.6k words ✿ Not requested ✿ Written by Chii ✿ Masterlist!
I’ve felt like I’m experiencing my first crush again whenever I look at Renjun and I’m so head over heels for him,,,help,,,,not a college au but everyone ‘00 line and up is preparing to start college. I might have to explain that college, for me, starts at the end of August and high school starts at the beginning of September. The legal age to drive where I am is 16 but most people start driving around 17 or 18.  I WAS GONNA QUEUE THIS BUT UH MY ONLY SPOT OPEN IS AT THE END OF NOVEMBER AND I WANTED TO POST THIS. 
I made the following divider so please don’t take it or use in your own posts, thank you .- Chii 
Tumblr media
         It was the last day of summer. People were preparing to go back to school. Supplies stores bustled with parents and their kids as they try to purchase everything on the lists the teachers handed out the last day of school the previous year. Mall lines long with customers buying new clothes. This was the last bit of teenage summer you and the other 00 liners would have before you started college. You knew things would change and it made your heart ache every time you thought about it. Some of them were leaving for school and some were staying. You, Jaemin and Haechan were staying for college. Mark, Jeno and Renjun were leaving. It broke your heart to be separated from them, especially Renjun. For the longest time, the both of you have been aware of each other's feelings but never did anything about it. You didn’t know if you would survive without his laughter that rang like the clearest bells or smile that made you feel like nothing else mattered. You two found yourselves spending more and more time together as the summer neared its end. Late nights talking about anything, sleepovers where you two would watch movies too scary for the both of you, going to Mark and Jaemin’s birthday parties and being practically attached at the hips. You were going to miss him.
         You were in the middle of packing your backpack for your first class tomorrow. You sat on the floor and went through your list of books required while listening to Mark’s playlist he made for everyone. You made sure your pencil case had pens and pencils. Your phone stopped playing music and your ringtone rang instead. Your phone lit up and you saw Renjun's name pop up across the screen. You accepted the call and held the phone up to your ear. There was no greeting just giggling.
“Hey, look outside your window!” You got up from your seat on the floor and saw Jeno’s car in the street. The same beat up car Jeno used to back up into your fence, the same car he used to drive everyone to prom, the same car that held so many endless memories. Jeno mentioned a while ago that he would be getting rid of it soon and buy the car he’s been eyeing, he finally saved enough for it. You saw that Jaemin was in the passenger seat, waving to you from the rolled down window. Haechan did the same he called your name. Renjun was up through the open sunroof with the phone pressed against his cheek as he used both arms to wave to you.
“What are you guys doing here?” You asked as you stared at Renjun from your window. His face broke out in a large smile as he replied.
“We’re spending the last bit of summer we have left, diner food and then we’re going down to the beach. Join us?” His voice sounded hopeful but he knew well enough that you would agree. Renjun saw your face mirror his smile and spoke into the phone before going back down into the car.
“We’ll see you soon,” he said before he hung up. You quickly changed out of your lounge clothes and into a big tee-shirt and a pair of jean shorts. You looped a belt around your waist and tucked the shirt in before pulling some of it out. You picked out a pair of mismatched socks, grabbed your phone and your wallet. You texted your mom that you would be out and be home by the time she came home from her nightshift. You opened the door and waved to the boys while you laced your shoelaces. Renjun got out of the car as you locked your door. He happily hugged you and kept his arms around your shoulders from behind as you two walked to the car. You saw the sunlight reflect in Jaemin’s eyes as he greeted you. Haechan yelled for Renjun to get off of you so he could give you a hug. He constantly jokes about how Renjun stole you from him. You recalled being sat next to Haechan in your 3rd period math class during your first year in high school.
         “The middle seat is the worse. I can’t believe you’re making me sit here,” you said as you sat next to Haechan. He pulled out his phone to take a quick picture of you and him to put up on his social media.
You smiled at the camera while Jeno looked at you from the mirror, you could see his eyes smile, “who told you to live the farthest?”
“Oh just drive,” you giggled out as you wrapped the seatbelt across your body. Renjun got back into the car and strapped in also. Jeno started to drive, Jaemin turned around to look at you.
“Any music requests?” He waved his phone and saw it open on a screen full of songs. Haechan immediately went off to listing songs to Jaemin all of which were in Mark’s playlist.
         It took 15 minutes to get to the diner. Everyone filed out quickly and through the doors. Renjun instinctively slung an arm around your shoulders as you two walked. A waiter happily greeted you all as he walked everyone over to the largest booth they had. It was tucked in the corner of the diner and you remember sitting there during your days of high school.
         Everyone ordered things like fries, burgers and milkshakes. When it came for you to order, Renjun recites your order like he’s reading off a page. When the waiter leaves, you nudge him.
“What if I wanted the vanilla milkshake today?” you asked him as you and Jaemin looked at the desserts page.
“You cringed at it when Haechan offered you some last time we were here.” You looked up at him and rolled your eyes before sending him a smile.
“Get a room!” Jeno said as he throws a straw wrapper at you two.
         Being in a diner with the rest of the boys felt like time stopped. Sitting next to the people you grew up with. You looked over to them. Jaemin was laughing at something Renjun said, a straw in between his teeth as his lips spread. Jeno and Haechan were singing along to the music being played. You wanted time to stop in that moment. The world had to move though and the only indicator of time was how the sun started to fall.
“Last fry?” Renjun waved a fry in front of your face. You went forward but he quickly put it in his mouth.
“Loser,” you said as threw a napkin at him.
“Should we start heading to the beach?” Haechan said just before he guided himself to his straw. Everyone took a look outside and saw the sun falling.
         Everyone paid their part and filed back to the car. Another 15 minutes and Jeno pulled into a parking spot that was right in front of the beach. He didn’t even bother to turn off the engine, he ran out with Jaemin and Haechan. The radio was still playing music. You stepped out and embraced the slight heat of the sun on your face. You breathed in the salty sea and sighed happily. Renjun smiled at you unknowingly. His hand came up to push his hair back, it fell back in place with the slight look of messiness. He suddenly crawled back into the car and opened the sunroof. He pulled himself up and sat on the roof.
“Come up here,” he said. You walked over and grabbed his outstretched hand. He held you steady as you sat on the roof.
         Here you were, sitting on the roof of Jeno’s car. Everyone else with their toes in the sand or in the waters. You looked past your friends and to the sky. Renjun admired your gaze at the sky, he found the colorful horizon in your eyes as you looked it. Just then a breeze came from the sea and he saw you compact your legs into your chest.
“Here, it’s kind of breezy right now,” he took off the denim jacket he had on and slung it over your shoulders. You smiled shyly as the cuffed sleeves fell down your shoulders. He had on just a white tee-shirt, his dark jeans and a pair of beaten up sneakers. You admired his profile as he stared out to the setting sun. The sky was transitioning from blue to purple to a bright orange. It looked like a piece of artwork behind Renjun.
You sneaked your hand closer to his and he let you weave your fingers together. You let out a content sigh and let your head rest on his shoulder, he lightly presses a kiss on top of your head. You felt the smile that played across his lips as he did. This string of romantic action didn’t go unnoticed by the others.
“Love birds!” Jaemin shouted from the water. You and Renjun say nothing but smile widely. The others coo at you two.
“I love you,” you heard his soft voice play the most beautiful notes that no instrument could compare. You felt his gaze on you. You turned your head and smiled. His dark chocolate brown eyes felt so warm. You felt like you were at home with him. His fingers laced themselves deeper with yours. In that moment, you wanted to cry. You didn’t want summer to end. You didn’t want this moment to end. You really wondered how life was before you met Renjun and fell in love with the boy. He made you feel like life was so much more than it’s perceived to be. You wanted to let him know that.
“I love you too.”
Tumblr media
I’m so in love with Huang Renjun. He really is like my sun and stars. I’m so sad omg I needed to write something. He’s making me feel like I can love all over again. I’ve never mentioned this but something happened to me and I’ve been hesitant to I crush on people again. Would it be weird to admit that I have a crush on Renjun? :((( lol im so pitiful y’all I’ve also been having sessions where I just have real bad thoughts and I would think back to last year when I was in HS and ugh IM GONNA GO I LOVE YOU ALL A LOT TT- Chii
Please don’t claim this as your own and please don’t do anything with it without my permission. If you don’t want it happening to you, don’t do it to others.
51 notes · View notes
bakudekuficlibrary · 6 years
Note
So I know you received this ask before but I would like to know if you have come across more fanfics about Izuku and bakugo staying as friends. If not that is okay :D
Hello! Here are the rest of all the fics where they never stop being friends! (Here’s a link to the Pining Best Friends BakuDeku list for anyone interested!) 
-Ellie
22 Works.
not with those shoulders, darling by Disney_Princess_Izuku( T | 30,133+ | 15/? )
Whoever asshole that said “Midoriya Izuku is a quirkless loser” was a liar, and Bakugou Katsuki would love to introduce them to his fist. Repeatedly.
[Abandoned] On The Run by Justaperson1718 ( E | 159,534 | 29/30 )
(Based in an AU where All Might loses to All For One)
Follow Izuku and Katsuki as they fight together for their very survival and mature through their experiences with each other, on the run together from the League of Villains with no one to depend on but each other. The two will have to work out their differences if they want to continue to live and escape the villains.
Izuku will have to become stronger to finish what All Might started, meanwhile Katsuki will figure out his feelings for his new companion while slowly overcoming some of his bad habits.
[Major Character Death | Underage]
[Abandoned] Call Accepted by Attack_Of_The_Flying_Dekus ( M | 13,784+ | 8/? )
When the screen was clear of lag and static, Katsuki looked at the screen… and froze. The boy was an angel. A halo of green hair sat atop his round face, the curls framing wide eyes and freckled cheeks. The boy on the screen gaped at him for a moment, his mouth parted in a soft ‘o’ before he gave a sweet smile that made Katsuki’s heart beat faster.
”H-hi, Kacchan.”
The Rarity by bittybitt39 ( E | 24,926+ | 7/? )
Midoriya Izuku had been promised at the age of four to his once dear friend, Bakugou Katsuki. Their mothers thought it smart to betroth the two in the hopes that Izuku would be protected and taught in the safety of the guards Mitsuki could provide until the day he was old enough to come to the south kingdom. After all, it was not everyday that the rarity of a male omega was born within these times.
Izuku grows up knowing he is promised, and has vague memories of his alpha from his younger days. He is also gifted, in more ways than one when his teacher Toshinori confronts his mother with Izuku being named as his successor. But a war breaks out between the kingdoms of the north and east, and the betrothed are separated far longer than the royal family would have hoped. But the war raging keeps them separated besides a few letters that are received from those that were brave enough to run through the war lands.
I’ll Be Your Hero by bakudeku ( T | 2,536+ | 4/? )
Katsuki wants to protect Izuku. He wants to make sure Izuku never has to cry again. Maybe this was his chance to fix everything, to make sure he didn’t make the same mistakes as before. If this really isnt a dream, if Katsuki really is in the past, then he’d do anything his little body could to keep Izuku safe.
This time, he’ll stay by Izuku’s side.
Dekus and hairbows by LunaLavenderSkies ( G | 2,266 | 1/1 )
Everyone always knew that Izuku and Katsuki were childhood friends but they never really understood the weird relationship between them…Fem!Izuku / Fem!Dekukinda katsudekuSometime after the sports festival ark
By Design by EtherealBeing ( E | 7,513+ | 2/? )
As time went by, Izuku found it more and more difficult to reconcile his perceived quirklessness with the ever-growing permanence of his imaginary friend, Kacchan. This boy he’d created, whose very existence was designed to balance out his own shortcomings — he couldn’t always see him. Hear him. Feel him.
Kacchan, this boy whom Izuku made as an extension of himself — he wasn’t always real.
Yell It From The Top Of Your Lungs by estupidaval ( T | 2,897 | 1/1 )
Being seen as weak by many is frustrating. Even so when it’s almost everyone who looks at you.
-
At this, Izuku sheepishly lowered his gaze, and said “Strong people cry…”
At this, Aizawa smiled again, “And what are you doing right now, Izuku?”
“Crying,” He replied as he picked at his finger nails.
Aizawa decided to keep pushing, as Izuku knew what he was implying, but wouldn’t budge.
He raised an eyebrow and spoke up once more, “So, you are…”
And ‘Ah, there it is.’ Aizawa thought to himself as a smile crept it’s way onto the boy’s mouth. Izuku lifted his gaze once more and looked back into Aizawa’s eyes,
“Strong.”
like grass, or something by TayTei ( G | 3,634 | 1/1 )
Everyone has their own stupid stench, but Katsuki doesn’t mind Izuku’s so much
I literally have no idea how to write summaries, end me plz
SeriesPart 1 of Life is stupid, but we can make it work
Big Mistake by Aizawx ( T | 2,452+ | 3/? )
Midoriya is a teenager who has a crush on his childhood friend, and it turns out he likes him back. When they kiss they forgot to check if they door was closed. It wasn’t.
Hisashi does not approve of his son being gay, so Izuku is kicked out of his home with no where to go.
Until a teenager with black shoulder length hair comes back into his life
Childhood friends knows too much by cosmiictea ( T | 1,904 | 1/1 )
Bakugou Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku are childhood friends that has so much dirt on each other. Everything escalated from 0 to 100 real quick when one of them spilled the beans so it’s a war between two childhood friends and rivals on who could make the other cringed so hard that they shudder from hearing what they did as a child from the other’s mouth. That’s basically it.
SeriesPart 1 of BakuDeku: childhood friends
Magnolia Dreams by ElopeToTheSea ( T | 7,098 | 1/1 )
“Kaachan!” Deku’s voice. Sweet and cheerful, like a midday breeze. He was looking at him with those big bright green eyes, holding a flower crown in his hands. “Look what I did!”
“What’s that, Deku?” he asked. He was five, flower crowns weren’t something he was familiar with.
“Mom taught me how to make them,” he replied, placing the flower crown on top of his head. “They’re called flower crowns! I made mine of Magnolias!”
“They’re so lame,” he snickered. The field they were sitting on was covered in flowers. From white lilies to purple orchids. They all bloomed in spring. “A true crown is made of metal, idiot!”
[Major Character Death]
The Childhood Friend by Fuyuzashi ( T | 13,123+ | 4/? )
Friends are a big influence in one’s life, especially to Izuku who literally spends 2/3 of his whole life with Katsuki. Usually, friends can pick up each other’s habit if their relationship lasts long enough for the change and after ten years of friendship, Izuku started to notice the change.
Basically, this is just a fic where Izuku and Katsuki kind of became real friends instead of a one-sided friendship where Izuku follows Katsuki around and gets bullied. Spoiler alert they fall for each other in the end.
For Years and Years… by Shadowolven ( G | 1,447 | 1/1 )
Ever since Katsuki first laid his eyes on Izuku, laid eyes on that blinding, innocent smile, Katsuki felt an odd connection to the other. Even if Izuku was the plainest one out of the entire village with no notable qualities to speak of, there was still something about him that tugged at Katsuki’s heartstrings—at his very soul.
They soon became friends and made fond memories together, but then Katsuki began to recall fragments of memories from a different time, from another life.
SeriesPart 4 of On a Whim
20 Kids and a Teacher vs. the World by AlexInfinite  by AlexInfinite ( T | 12,970+ | 5/? )
Once upon a time, the world was terrible, and two kids who grew up together ran away in order to fix it. Two years and a conversation later, their party grows from two 15 year olds with the lacking of self preservation skills to a party of 20 insane kids and the poor teacher they brought along for the ride. Finding a legendary civilization in the clouds in order to stage a revolution shouldn’t be too hard, right?
Izuku, ever the pessimist of the original two, begs to differ.
Instinctual Love by ChestnutPatronus14 ( M | 2,191 | 1/1 )
Is it instinct or love that drives him to protect the Deku? He’s always been protective of him, no one gets to hurt him. But in a world where Deku is the only dragon without the ability to transform, it has never stopped him from following the prince around. So when he gets hurt, is it instinct that drives him to find him? Or is it love?
Part of Katsuki Bakugo Week 2018.Day two (Instinct/Love)
SeriesPart 2 of Bakugo Week 2018
a world without you (is isolation incarnate) by lovedbyshadows, PotatoGhostHaley ( Not Rated | 5,367+ | 2/? )
“And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.” - Khalil Gibran.
Matters by QueenOfArcher ( E | 6,992+ | 3/? )
“Just be yourself, even if the whole world turn their back on you, hate you. I’ll be there, standing tall and proud, shout to the world that I’m yours. So come back to me. Promise that you’ll stay with me.”
“I…can be myself? And you won’t hate me?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, I promise.”
[Graphic Depictions of Violence]
Bloom by anontigg ( M | 1,955+ | 2/3 )
Midoriya Izuku is in love with his childhood friend all his life. He thought keeping his feelings hidden would be fine…until his life is on the line.
(Basically a hanahaki disease au fic…and I suck at summaries. forgive me TT TT)
20th of April by Mariko014 ( G | 1,686 | 1/1 )
It’s Katsuki’s birthday and he decides to confess his love to his childhood friend.
A Letter From A Friend by LocalTrashBin ( T | 1,638 | 1/1 )
Do you remember the day we first met? It was spring. The flowers were budding and the air smelt like pollen. It was the day my mother and I first moved into the neighbourhood. Your mom made us a casserole.
[Major Character Death]
Heiwa, The True Symbol of Peace… by trans_guy101 ( T | 1,876+ | 2/? )
In which Izuku has a quirk and it is as pure as the adorable cinnamon roll and his best friend is Bakugou Katsuki. They soon fall in love but then they add one more to their relationship…
83 notes · View notes
jmreyes9 · 2 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media
THE SEARCH FOR GONE WITH THE WIND’S SCARLETT
By Jesse Reyes 
Many people have heard of or seen the movie Gone With The Wind.  It is probably one of the most-watched films that came out of Hollywood.  Produced by David Selznick and starring Clark Gable as Rhett Butler and Vivien Leigh as Scarlett O’Hara, the movie was adapted from the novel of the same title written by Margaret Mitchell.
Life Magazine published in 2019 a booklet in which the author Molly Haskell states: “Scarlett Ohara famously vowed that she would lie, steal.  cheat or kill to survive. And just like its heroine, “Gone with the Wind” has shown remarkable resilience.  Eighty later, the film remains a fixture in popular culture.  Its iconic status is more secure than ever, thanks to television, DVDs, parodies and revivals that roll around as regularly as national holidays.  Just as amazingly, Margaret Mithell’s 1,037-page novel has been in print since it became a best-seller in 1936, its life extended by a prequel, a sequel—and, of course, the movie.”
Haskell continues: “The story of a small corner of the South in the 19th century, a war movie with no battle scenes, revolving around a heroine of questionable morals, has proved uncannily adept at crossing barriers of geography and time.  The poster of Scarlett and Rhett posed against the flaming sky is as instantly recognizable in China or Ethiopia or France as th
e American flag.  The movie is still the biggest blockbuster in history with ticket prices adjusted for inflation.   And if it doesn’t have quite the must-see thrill it once did, if many of its transgressions appear fairly innocuous today, others are as fresh and controversial as the were in 1939.”
Continuing her article, Haskell states:”Politically incorrect and racially retrograde, GWTW has offended so many sensibilities that the overtire should be priced by a trigger alert: Beware!  This is history written by the losers.  The Yankees are irredeemable villains, the slaves too happy in their subjugation to yearn for freedom.  The marital rape, in which Rhett forces himself on Scarlett and—horrors!—she enjoys it, an still raise the blood pressure of feminists.  But the allure of Gone with the Wind is more powerful, fed by fantasies that run roughshod over ideology.”
Not too many people, I don’t think, knew of the difficulty in searching for the actress who was to play the role of Scarlett O’Hara.  In the same Life Magazine Gone with the Wind issue, an article entitled “The Search for Scarlett” without any affixed author has the following tale:
“In the summer of 1936, as Gone with the Wind snowballed into a literary sensation, David O. Selznick came u with a Barnum-esque plan to ksep his film adaptation on the public’s fickle radar  He manufactured a swirl of hype and hoopla by urging people to write in and cast their votes for who should play Scarlett O’hara…
…By late 1936, he had received 75,000 letters.  The earliest tally had Bette he Davis in the lead, followed by Katharine Hepburn, Miriam Hopkins, Joan Crawford, Margaret Sullavan and Barbara Stanwyck.  Tt the were he response was overwhelming.  Selznick realized that no matter whom he cast, he would disappoint some fans.  Maybe, he thought, the solution was to find an unknown.  So in November 1936, he sent his East Coast story editor, Katharine Brown, on a talent search throughout the South.  All told, 1,400 hopefuls showed up.  “The belles turned out in droves,” an exhausted Brown wrote back to her boss. “For the most part they were all healthy mothers who should have stayed in Baltimore.”
…Back in Hollywood, Selznick continued to screen test more than 30 actresses for the better part of 1937.  Tallulah Bankhead, Jean Arthur, Susan Hayward and Joan Bennett all tried on petticoats and posted Scarlett’s signature line. “Fiddle-dee-dee!”  None of them won over the exacting producer…
…By the beginning of 1958, Paulette Goddard had emerged as both Selznick’s and director George Cukor’s top candidate.  But the fat that she and Charlie Chaplin were living together out of wedlock took her out of the running.  Hepburn, an early contender was also scratched.  Selznick dismissed Lana Turner as too young and inexperienced…
…Finally, in December 1938, a relatively known British actress named Vivien Leigh appeared on the back lot of Selznick International like a long-awaited apparition.  Accompanied by her new American agent (who conveniently was Selznick’s brother, Myron)(, she was cheekily introduced to the producer as “Scarlett O’Hara.”  It was love at first sight.  Selznick later said that it was Leigh’s sparkling blue eyes that sold him.  The next day, she was brought in for a screen test.  And on Christmas Day 1938, Selznick signed Leigh for the part that all of America seemed to have a stake in.  After two and a half years of searching, he finally had his Scarlett.
Written on 11/27/21 in Chicago, IL.
Other writings and poems of Jesse Reyes can be seen in his blog anadventurecalledlife.com
0 notes
razzlow · 6 years
Note
2, 28, 40!!
2. I legitimately ult hs ek AND cs but if i had to choose itd be changsub
28. I love all of them but Tell Me was so!!!! 🗣🗣🗣
40. This isn’t one per member but i actually compiled lists on my own time bc im a loser. they’re long and embarrassing and unedited so im putting them under a cut ghghg
Eunkwang
His naivety like ????? im crine
When he gets 1 (One) bit of attention and gets super excited
His Actually Heart Shaped mouth????
HIS SHARP CANINES IVE NEVER FOUND TEETH SO CUTE IN MY LIFE
he’s so blatant like he can’t hide anything at all everytime bitubi make him do something on the fly his mouth actually opens and closes as he thinks he’s an open book what a cutie
hes said many times how shy he is and sometimes its really obvious but he still does his best to make everyone else around him feel more comfortable and less self conscious often at the cost of his own image
HE’S GOOD!!!! A GOOD BOY!!!! when he asked his viewers to stop using cancer as an insult!!! he’s angelic???
Minhyuk
When he laughs rly loud and carefree im like TT
Anytime he’s around children FFFFFFF https://twitter.com/btob_ot7/status/839509874383990785 LOOK AT THIS MAN he wants to be a father so bad wtf
the fact that he cries so much and cares so much hes a Good Kid i would lay down my life for him
NVM he pretended to cry on his birthday by using eyedrops i thought it was real this KID he’s such a smartass and i lov him
MASSLES
he tries so hard, ha ha no shame minhyuk, but legit he tries so much its so admirable??? and hes good at so many things too and if he isnt he tries his best to be
shamelessly into himself hes hot and he knows it
btob saying hes the best abt watching their broadcasts ffs literally my first time in an instalive i could see minhyuk sending hearts
king of fanservice but like,, actually because he cares so much for fans UUUUUUUUU https://twitter.com/btob_ot7/status/822158518656598017
king of flaunting himself make-up or no make-up!!! he never covers his face with masks or hats at airports when he’s barefaced and he’s!!!! so cute!!!! but it also sends a good “looks aren’t everything” message i love minhyuk
never 4get “gender, age (as long as it’s not between a minor and an adult), and nationality cannot stop love” WHEN WILL YOUR FAV EVER confirmed good-boy minhyuk the straights cant have him
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=16I0PGQuED8&feature=youtu.be he works so hard i want to cry
Changsub
When he Exists
When he shows his strong kind side he never brags about it like with the Cool Men thing and with the rollercoaster ride on wgm TT
https://twitter.com/zhala_6/status/835545324328529925
When he fawns over kids, talks to them, carries babies UUUUUUU “Kids are the hope of the future, they’re so cute, how could you not love them” BIH
https://twitter.com/tanyung_/status/835571551290462209 UUUUUU
his smile :’(((
the cute mole under his jaw wtf i love everything abt this boy
HIS ELF EARS :’(((((
his voice is legit my favorite voice ever
https://twitter.com/agnesbtt/status/838381162837999616 “changsub-ssi comforted me …” IM ON THE FLOOR he’s so cute his partner on duet song festi was cute too ffffs why didnt the audience support them enough im cryin
every time btob win an award and he makes That face heRE’S TO 100 MORE OF THAT WHERE IS THEIR DAESANG
Hyunsik
OBVIOUSLY HIS SMILE
his cute hiccupy laugh
The fact that he, a muscle man hypebeast baritone, only ever sings mega high notes (but also blease sing lower more take care of ur voice) his voice is so strong and stable always listen the kpop vocal analysis dude can break thru my window and yell @ me about how he’s not actually stable for as long as he wants i wont back down
The fact that he, a muscle man hypebeast baritone, is also a soft sweater paw boy
HIS THICCASS NECC
AND THIGHS
the fact that he almost entered a body building competition before debuting??? 
his oppa kink LLMAO
imo hyunsik is also super good at watching the other members’ broadcasts i see him so much
HIS SENSE https://twitter.com/B2PMGG_/status/839030988751556609
https://twitter.com/nauimellodi/status/839044646357520386 SIK’S SENSE also “please i really love tigers” ID LAY DOWN MY LIFE FOR U
LISTEN HES A FURRY BUT HIS LOVE OF TIGERS IS SO CUTE “tigers are so beautiful and sexy and cool and cute and funny and-” WHAT IS HE A 5 YEAR OLD
Peniel
When he patiently and kindly deals with the other members uuuuUUUUU
when he helps them with english or plays with them in english and doesnt laugh at them meanly UUUUUUUUUU
his smilllleeeeee UUUUUu
his sweet voice makes me cry :’((( i want more singing lines like in what’s happening or because its christmas :’((((
HE’S TOO GOOD TO FANS his vlogs, how he started answering melodies tweets recently, how he made an english AND korean version of that girl even if he didnt manage to finish the kr ver on time to release it HE MAKES SUCH A HUGE EFFORT TO INCLUDE EVERYONE
He’s so legitimately funny and cute u could hear the staff on amigo tv and on knowing bros falling 4 him (legit who was that staff member on knowing bros that u could actually hear calling peniel cute i lov her)
Ilhoon
When he acts all cool and aloof but in reality is a big loser with 0 swag AND 0 class
the fact that hes a fUCKING TEABOO UUUU HES SO EMBARRASSING BUT HES SO GENUINELY OBSESSED WITH THIS KINGSMAN SHIT AND ITS SO CUTE IM ASHAMED OF MYSELF
his smile;;; id die to protect it
his super loud laugh ILHOONS A FUCKING GREMLIN BUT HES SOFT AND I LOV HIM
his god awful selfie angles like same dude me too
u didnt hear this from me but j*ng *lh**n is c*te and i l*v* h*m
Sungjae
when he has all these solo activities and never forgets to mention btob and never lets it pass when interviewers try to get him to say that he’s better than them or better off without them like UUUUUU
tall as fuck but acts like a gremlin,,, terrible
he’s a genuine Hot Boy™ and im going to fight him for Real
he’s so sweet i;;; in the soribada awards show all of btob but ESPECIALLY sungjae kept hanging out w the MC even after they were done + had changed into casual clothes;;;;; even non-fans acknowledged how they hard carried the behind the scenes segments + kept the lonely MC company in a show where the organizers didn’t even leave him a chair until viewers kept on pestering them abt it bc it was sad;;;; and like;;; that’s so sweet of them i genuinely want to cry;;; i lob sungjae but u didnt hear that from me
2 notes · View notes
Note
What would a regular training session be like for the batfamily?
ok so after warmups, everyone would have to do weights for a little bit because training isn’t just about knowing how to fight its also about being strong and everyone groans at Bruce’s speech because he goes over this at least once a week
Dick complains the entire time because he’s bored and just wants to fight. Jason loves the burn of his muscles and could weight train all day. Tim does it begrudgingly while Steph and Cass have a friendly competition, who can lift the same weight the most amount of times. Damian tunes everyone out and just pushes himself while Duke tries to have friendly conversation with everyone going from one person to another.
After weight training, they are actually allowed to practice fighting. Bruce sets up a basketball type roaster thing where the losers of the fight, fight the losers, and the winners fight the winners. Dick goes up first because he’s really ansy to fight and he goes up against Tim first. Tim sighs because he already knows how this is going to go 
Since Tim is the better detective and he is better at predicting where Dick is going to move he is able to keep his ground but Dick is faster and stronger them him and ultimately wins. Once Tim is pinned to the ground, he helps him up and tells him good fight and Tim just mumbles yeah yeah because while he got a couple hits in, he knows that Dick is faster and stronger then he ever will be. Tim and Dick sit to the sides having a friendly argument and drinking some water. 
Jason and Duke are up next and without his guns, Jason is pretty evenly matched with Duke. Duke is newer to the game though and has a few missteps. Eventually, Duke beats Jason because Jason blanks for a second and doesn’t land a blow but instead punches the mat, allowing Duke to pin him to it. Everyone claps and Duke smiles telling him “good fight” and Jason brushes it off and goes to sulk in the corner. Duke shrugs it off and goes to talk to Dick and Tim
Damian is to go up against Cass next which is always a good fight to watch because they are pretty evenly skilled. Cass blocks every blow that Damian tries to land and Damian ducks out of the way of all of Cass’s hits. Steph and Tim cheer on Cass while Dick loudly cheers on Damian. After about 20 minutes, Bruce declares it a draw and whoever beats Stephanie gets to advance. Steph does not enjoy this because she is not as strong as a fighter as Cass or Dami but swallows her fear 
Damian goes first and he underestimates Steph because she doesn’t come off as such a threatening opponent. While Damian knows more martial arts and formal training, Steph fights dirtier. Tim cheers on Steph super obnoxiously to balance out Dick’s cheering for Damian. Cass sits on the floor analyzing Steph’s fight style so she can figure out how to beat her. Eventually Damian goes for a hit but he spares a glance at Cass which leaves him vulnerable for a second and Steph is able to pin him to the mat. Steph offers to help him up but he goes “tt” and gets up by himself and goes to pout by Dick. Tim congratulates her but she is dripping in sweat and now she has to fight Cass which she couldn’t really do at full strength let alone with the beating she took from Damian that she somehow won.
Cass walks up to the mat and Steph hugs her really tight before they fight The fight is over pretty quickly because Steph is super tired and Cass pins her to the mat in about five minutes. Bruce is proud of Steph for trying to take on two matches in a row but knows she needs to work on stamina training. Steph and Cass sit where Tim formerly was because Bruce says that Tim and Jason will be fighting next.
Tim is back at full stamina from his fight with Dick and Jason is angry so the match is pretty intense. Every time Jason lands a hit, Dick and Steph boo really loudly while Duke shouts “good job!” because he wants to keep a positive environment. Jason after about ten minutes is able to pin Tim down, and Tim is out of the roster which he is thankful for because he doesn’t think he could take another beating
Next up is Damian vs Jason. Jason is stronger then Damian but Damian has more formal training and is faster. While he puts up a good fight, Damian eventually loses which means that Jason is back in the normal roster. Duke is just now realizing it must have been a fluke that he won and is getting nervous
Dick and Duke fight against each other next. Dick is faster but Duke hits a harder punch. No one is cheering for anyone they are just watching in silence because the fight is really good and really intense. At about the 19 minute mark when Bruce is about to call it a draw, Dick pins Duke to the mat. Duke laughs it off and when Dick pulls him off of the mat Duke goes in for a hug. Duke then goes and sits with Damian and Tim in between them so they don’t kill each other
Cass and Jason are about to fight and no one wants to miss this either. It’s a really intense fight, with Cass dodging and blocking all of his hits and Jason just getting more and more aggressive with each hit he isn’t landing. Finally around ten minutes, Jason goes for a punch and over extends himself which Cass uses as a chance to uppercut him and pinned him to the ground. Jason is surprised at how dangerous Cass actually is because she is way smaller then him. Cass just walks off to regain her breath while Jason stares at her in shock.
After a 5 minute break, Dick and Cass are going to fight each other. Everyone sits in silence as they spar with each other. While Dick is stronger then Cass, Cass is faster then him and is able to find weak spots in him easily because of her time on the street. The fight is over in less time then anyone thought and only lasts about 6 minutes. Dick laughs it off and says “well played” and Cassandra nods in agreement.
After a final 20 minute break, Cass is to spar against Bruce. The fight lasts for 20 minutes, Cass is dying by the end, but at the end of the 20 minutes it’s a draw. Tim and Steph raise her up on their shoulders cheering for her. Bruce looks a little tired but not as tired as Cass who looks like she is ready to pass out. After all the sparring, it times for Dinner which Alfred has graciously prepared
They spend all of dinner talking about their sparring matches and what could be improved
55 notes · View notes