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morgansunflower · 4 months

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Can I request a story where y/n is Bruce's sister and trained with him with the league of assassins where a male version of Talia fell in love with her and they had Damian and then in the future he comes and tells y/n that Damian is her son just like Talia did with Bruce thank you in advance

Broken Heart

Male! Talia X Wayne! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, angst

Words:1469

Arthur's notes! This version of male! Talia is set before Morrison wrote her. Everything is completely consensual. No drugging whatsoever. Good male! Talia. Bad Ra's al Ghul.

Talin carried Y/N as she was unconscious from the nontoxic substance....

Talin knew if he left Damian with her.. Ra's would hurt them or worse. Only a few hours after Damian was born. Ra's had found them, after they had been in hiding. Which truly terrified Talin as not even Bruce knew where they were and that he had a nephew.

So as she laid sleeping recovering from childbirth. He let her breath in a substance that would make her unconscious and that would not hurt her.

He can't let the life he desperately wanted to let go, free. If he did Ra's would certainly target his family.

He stands holding her, in her old room after sneaking into the Manor. He kisses her lips softly with a bitter smile. He gently placed her on the bed and laid the blanket on her. He placed a letter containing only lies on her nightstand.

"Master Talin?" Alfred gasps seeing Y/N laying in a unconscious state "what happened to her? Is she alright?"

"she will be.. Keep her safe Alfred" he requested and before Alfred could utter a, word.. He was gone...

......

Y/N gently stirs in her sleep only remembering holding her newborn and her lover. "Talin?.. Talin?" she muttered.

Her baby! She opens her eyes and gasps realizing she is in her old room. She searches for both her lover and son. She sees a letter from Talin. She impatiently reaches for the first letter.

~Dear Y/N

I know writing to you about this, is highly inappropriate. I should have told you myself with my own words but I don't know how I can. Our son is gone. He died shortly after~

She gasps covering her face to muffle her impending sobs and forced herself to continue reading.

~he was in my arms. The Dr said there was nothing they could have done. They knew not of the cause of his sudden passing. I know you will blame yourself and I beg of you not to.

Do not try to find me. I do not wish to be loved again nor do I deserve to be loved by you. We don't belong together and I must not leave the life I belong to. Find someone who is worthy of you. Please find peace and joy where you can.

Sincerely, Talin~

Y/N's hands shake. She lost her breath. She let out a helpless cry. The letter falling from her hand. She feels her body was aching all throughout. Her sweet baby she could never hold was gone. Her truest love didn't want her.. In the simplest way, her heart was broken.

Bruce hurries to his sister hearing her heart wrenching sobs. He finds her in her bed shaking vigorously. She began to hyperventilate as her emotions worsen. She felt she was going to pass out.

"Y/N! Y/N! Y/N listen to me!" Bruce touched her arms still unable to gain her attention. She looks at her brother with such brokenness, it brought a grieving memory to the dark knight "listen to my breathes. Okay?"

She nodded listening to her brother's breathes helping her calm down. Bruce did not hesitate to comfort her as her arm's hold onto him. He kisses her head as she cried in his arms.

Y/N grew bitter as her heart was brittle. Bruce tried to comfort her in the best way he could. She still was not herself even years later. Nights were spent with dreams of Talin's arm's holding her and her baby cuddling against her chest. She often cried during night's that felt so real.

.....

With his father killed by Slade. Talin stood there bitter that so much had changed in his father. Though now Y/N and Damian were safe from him however Slade was a, new threat. Dusan offered his brother passage to leave the league of assassin's in exchange that he become the new leader.

Talin and Damian made there way to Gotham. The two sat on the couch on his yacht. Talin sees Damian reading not having turned a, single page in over a hour. He knew his son must be in despair.

Talin reaches to take the book.

"tt" he scoffed annoyed his father saw his turmoil.

"you have asked me continuously, prying for information about your mother ever since you could speak. Why do you seem unhappy now?"

"will she be.. Happy.. To see me?" Damian asked his father

"happy? She will be thrilled to see you again. I know she loves you very dearly"

"why did you take me away from her? Tell me what happened?" Damian asked

Talin sighed finally able to tell him the truth as it did not jeopardize his safety "well years ago.. Your uncle and your mother came to us. I trained with your mother frequently for many months.. We let our hearts overflow.. Shortly thereafter they left. She returned to me telling me that she was pregnant with you... I would not allow you to have your childhood ripped away from you. However.. Once you were born--" Talin sighed guilted by the memory "we were discovered by my fath.. By Ra's. He knew he could still use me to do his bidding and use you as his successor... He demanded I be rid of her or he would end you.. I could never hurt her so I took her to her family"

"you did it save mother and my own life.. Does she know I'm alive?"

"no she.. She does not know"

....

Y/N's heart leaps seeing the message from him. Part of her was genuinely happy but a part of her was angered. How could he leave her after losing their son? Why was he reaching out to her?

Y/N enters the yacht seeing Talin. He wore his dark green trousers, lace up boots, a dark green cloak and a black long-sleeve shirt. Her eyes touch his heart. So much time and she still made his body crave her and his heart feel so much love.

"I cannot imagine this is to be a social visit" she bluntly said her hands nearly shaking

"I wish it were.." he wanted to say he loves her and still wants her but he can't. She hates him he's certain "Ra's al Ghul, is dead. Slade is hunting us and wishes to kill us"

"us?..."

"not you and I beloved--" the word brought shame as she looked angered at him. "me and.. Our son"

"Talin..." she gaps her heart beating rapidly against her chest "our S-Son.."

Talin moves the curtains Damian steps from the shadows.

"mother..."

She looks at his eyes remembering the moment he was born. He's alive! "my baby" she cried his knees buckling beneath her. "my sweet baby boy"

Damian slowly approached her. She slowly reached to him with her arms shaking... He hugs her. So long had he wanted to meet her, to know she truly loves him... He was finally able to be held by her.

She looks to Talin to overcome with her emotions to fully understand. He knew the look in her beautiful pleading eyes. He explained everything to her unable to look in the face but only a few times...

As the two part able to calm down from the overwhelming reunion. Y/N stands on her feet kissing Damian's head. Talin kneels down to his son. He touches his face..

"you listen to your uncle. I know you will feel strange in such a different place but soon it will feel as home"

"you're not coming?" Damian asked appalled

He glanced to his past lover seeing her soft smile but looked back to his son before he became too emotional... He can't make her bare to be around him especially after he broke her heart.

"I know you always wanted to have a family that was complete. I'm so sorry I could never give you that. I am not abandoning you son. I will be there for you whenever you need me.. I will visit you" Talin promised..

He raised to his feet kissing Damian's head. The little boy hugged his father goodbye tightly. Talin's heart was breaking to leave them.

"Talin.. I don't.. I don't know if I can.. If we--" Y/N's lips begin trembling, missing him so dearly but she needed time "I don't want Damian to be without his father. Stay in Gotham, please"

He touched her chin kissing her forehead. He was devastated she did not want him but he couldn't blame nor stop loving her.

"you have spared me worry. I desire to be close, only for his safety and your own.. I am here for you should you ever need me or you wish to be at my side again"

#Talia al Ghul good parent #Male! Talia #batfamily #Wayne! Reader #Male! Talia al Ghul X Reader #damian wayne #Baby Damian Wayne #fluff #batman #angst #Alfred Pennyworth #Good Talia #consensual #Love #Hurt #Lies #Bad Ra's al Ghul

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hoodedmenace · 9 months

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@bcywonder

Jason elects to stay at the Titans Tower after Bruce leaves—it's just for a day, so that Dick's injuries can be looked over, properly monitored. Bruce ordered some scans on top of that after finding out from both Wally and Dick what had happened with Slade's sword, and then promised he'd be back the following day to day them both back to the manor to finish recovering.

It's not like he's an expert on Bruce, though next to Dick, he's probably the next closest thing, but Jason is betting his last dollar that Bruce is trying to give Dick some space with Gar and Kori and Wally, let them come to terms with everything as a team rather than inserting himself into it as he always has before—in the meantime, he takes care of the Justice League, and Jason just does his best to take care of Dick and not get in the way.

Mostly that just means ferrying Dick around between his room and the medical wing over and over again, and forcing him to eat, whether it's entire meals or snacks.

"...Hey, do you still like rice pudding?"

#bcywonder #v; the light that is blinding me.#(flamebird verse)

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dickgraysonexchange · 2 years

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With Day 5, we hit the end of our official assignment days (with treats soon to follow 👀). These folks have been patiently waiting, and now get to see the amazing things their giftors came up with!

Don’t forget to kudos and comment on your gift to show your giftor some love!

LITTLE PET for FREAKEDELIC [Art, Explicit, Rape/Non-Con, Underage]

Dick/Slade Wilson

Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Boypussy, Begging, Collars, Creampie, Orgasm Control, Overstimulation, Humiliation, Squirting, Vaginal Sex, Master/Pet, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, NSFW Art, Fan Comics

“You're still not a good pet. Not yet.”

Stupid pets need training.

TUMMY TROUBLES for LARIIMAAR [Fic, Teen And Up Audiences, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply]

Dick & Bruce Wayne

Sickfic

Bruce and Alfred have to deal with Dick's first illness in the Manor. or They were making great strides according to the 'becoming a family' pamphlet, but as much as Dick seemed to appreciate being treated like an equal member of the household, he was still a child. Alfred remembered that better than Bruce did, and lectured him about it regularly. But this was new territory - Dick was sick.

TATI for BADASSFICS [Fic, Teen And Up Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply]

Dick/Jason Todd, Dick & Jason & Others

Soft Domestic Fluff, Dick and Fatherhood, Implied Mpreg

When Dick had pressed, about if he had ever considered pups, ever thought of future partners and picking names, Jason had huffed, just a little affronted. “Just because I’m an Omega doesn’t mean I’ve been fantasizing about popping out pups since I was old enough to play house.”

“Oh.” Dick said, and there was a quiet pause where he shifted a little. “I did.”

STRINGS, WINGS, AND FORGOTTEN THINGS for SALPARADISELOST [Fic, Teen And Up Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply]

Tim Drake & Dick, Dick & Bruce Wayne

Good Sibling Dick Grayson, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Creatures & Monsters, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Dick Grayson is a Ray of Sunshine, Changelings, Protective Dick Grayson, Protective Tim Drake

Changelings need other changelings. Tim's first trip to Haly's Circus ends up being more than he could have ever wished for.

LOOK AT THE PAYOFF for SUNCEREAL_BOI05 [Fic, Explicit, Rape/Non-Con]

Dick/Others, Dick/Slade Wilson

Gangbang, Police Brutality, Police Officer Dick Grayson, Undercover Missions, Rape/Non-con Elements, Identity Reveal, Possessive Behavior, Implied Relationships, Spitroasting, Spit As Lube, Come as Lube, Blood, Forced Orgasm, Forced Masturbation

When several members of the Bludhaven police department find out Dick is Nightwing, Dick’s carefully maintained life as a police officer comes to an end.

Slade should wait a while before he says "I told you so," on this one.

DOCENDO DISCIMUS for AURORAKANT [Fic, Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply]

Dick & Batsiblings

Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Dick Grayson-centric, BAMF Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson Tries to Be a Good Older Sibling, Dick Grayson Needs a Nap, Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily Shenanigans (DCU), Hugs, Stephanie Brown is Spoiler, Damian Wayne is Robin, Damian Wayne Loves Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson Loves His Family...

Dick has been tracking down a reclusive criminal mastermind for months. This weekend, he’s got a crack team of bat-siblings to help recover the damning evidence Dick needs to close the case. Of course it’s going to go perfectly what’s with that doubt in your tone?

COMPETENCE for SHARPBLUEJAY [Fic, Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply]

Dick/Slade Wilson

BAMF Dick Grayson, Enemies to Lovers, Competence Kink, Teen Titans as Family, Canon-Typical Violence

Slade, Dick, and the Titans over the years, and how they find a way to fit together.

BETTER THAN NONE for MIAJACKSWILD [Fic, Mature, Graphic Depictions of Violence]

Dick/Original Character, Dick & Jason Todd

Dick Grayson Exchange 2022, Abusive Relationships, Domestic Violence, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Past Rape/Non-con, Hurt Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Protective Jason Todd, Protective Bruce Wayne

‘Dick’s cheek is already reddening. It’s probably not going to bruise, but it definitely looks like more than a bit of playful roughhousing. Not that Jason would have believed that excuse anyway, not after the argument he just heard.’

#dickgraysonexchange #dickgraysonexchange2022 #gift reveals #sladick #jaydick #dick grayson #slade wilson #jason todd #bruce wayne #stephanie brown #damian wayne #tim drake

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nightwingvixen23 · 4 years

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Dick : *walking into Wayne manor*

Dick : *hears laughter coming from the living room*

Dick : *finds Jason and Roy laughing it up on the couch*

Dick : *takes into account the two bottles of Tequila on the coffee table and variously colored shot glasses*

Dick : where’s Bruce ?

Jason : AYE ! LOOK WHO’S BACK ! IT’S SEXY ASS !

Roy : HEEEY ! MR.SEXY ASS !

Dick : *rolling his eyes* that’s Mr.Sexy Ass Officer to you two

Jason : daaaamn girl, kinky

Roy : *holding his wrists out* officer, i’ve been naughty as hell. please. cuff me then ride the shit out of me

Jason : *laughing too hard*

Dick : I’m gonna ask again. where’s Bruce. doesn’t this sort of drunken party usually happen hidden away in the Lounge Room ?

Jason : *head lolling back* yeeeaaah but B is outta Gotham for a few days, an’ Alfred ain’t around, he’s on vacay visitin’ some folks er some shit. soooooo, I mean damn, why not bring the “drunken party” to the livin’ room?

Jason : *takes another shot*

Jason : *glares at Dick* AND I AIN’T FUCKIN’ DRUNK for yer info ! I’m tipsy. NOT drunk. I can handle my liquor

Dick : mkay.

Roy : join us, Dickie

Dick : god. i don’t wanna drink with you dumbasses, who knows what i’ll be roped into....but it has been a stressful week, and, i feel the peer pressure

Dick : *taking a seat across from them*

Jason & Roy : *cheering happily*

Jason : *pours Dick a shot* here ya go, Luscious

Dick : *takes the shot*

Roy : *already holding out another for him* here ya go again, Tasty Vixen

Dick : whoa, already again ??? I haven’t even recovered from the first shot ! slow down shit

Jason : lightweight ass

Dick : no. I’m just not an avid drinker like you two

Roy : *nudging the shot impatiently towards Dick*

Dick : *takes the shot*

Jason : *holding up another*

Dick : shit. stop. what are you trying to get me wasted or something ?

Roy : *smirks at Jason*

Jason : *smirks back*

Jason : *sarcastically* noooo baby, I’d never do that to yoooou. especially with Roy here. what ever on EARTH would we dooo ?? a THREEsome ??? ewwww. . . .

Roy : *just as sarcastically* OMG ! groooosssss. . .

Dick : get me lit enough and it just might happen

Jason & Roy : *hopeful little puppies clumsily pouring more shots for Dick*

Dick : NO ! STOP ! I WAS KIDDING !!

Roy : don’t just go messin’ with my soul like that baby

Jason : yeah. shit, doll. got a mother fucker all excited’n shit....damn.

Dick : hm. sounds like a personal problem to me

Jason : *stares offensively for a second before sitting back dramatically and crossing his leg*

Dick : *sensing some bullshit coming along*

Jason : got a question for ya, sweetcheeks

Dick : oh yeah ? and what’s that ?

Jason : why you not lemme smash ??

Dick : . . .

Dick : excuse me. but what ?

Jason : why you won’t lemme hit it an quit it ???

Dick : *blinking*

Jason : ejaculate and evacuate, rock your box and then change the locks, shoot my jizz and then out I is-

Dick : yeah yeah I fucking GET it !

Jason : then if ya get it, darlin’ *leans forward* why haven’t ya lemme in ??

Dick : excuse yourself but i’m not just some item on a shelf. you can’t just casually pick me up and then take me home. I get to chose who I sleep with as well, and let me tell you something, I don’t just choose anyone

Jason : oh really ? ‘cause I can name at LEAST 6 son’s’a bitches that don’t even PAAAAAAAASS grade A fuckin’ rank in my books

Jason : NUMBER 1; SLADE Yes I Kill For Pleasure WILSON !!! NUMBER 2; WALLY Horny Ass Air Head WEST !!! NUMBER 3; BRUCE I’m A Brooding Janus-Faced Crackpot With Unresolved Emotional Instability Who Likes to Put Boys In Green Panties And Then Send Them To Their Deaths WAYNE-!!!

Dick : *blushing* OH. MY. GOD. that’s enough Jason. shut up

Jason : *smug as hell* now tha’s what I thought

Roy : whoawhoawhoa 👐 hold the fuck up. you fuckin’ The Bat ?? for real for realz ?

Dick : that’s none of your business

Jason : sure as fuckin’ HELL was MY god damned business every fuckin’ night I heard that headboard hittin’ the wall in B’s room with ya sobbin’ his name like--

Dick : --okaysoumYEAH !! NEXT conversation PLEASE !

Jason : considering the fact that YOU have suuuuch poor selection in dudes....imma ask again *sexy smirk*....why you not lemme smash ??

Roy : yeah dude; knick knack patty whack let my man bone

Dick :

Dick : . . .

Dick : *pours himself another shot*

Dick : *stands up*

Dick : *grabs both bottles of Tequila*

Dick : mkay, this parties been officially canceled due to apparent derangement

Dick : *leaves the room*

Jason : . . .

Roy : . . .

Jason & Roy : *exchanging glances*

Jason : *gets up and casually saunters after Dick*

Roy : *gets up and casually saunters after Jason*

*Eventually*

Dick : *upstairs* OH MY GOD GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM YOU WEIRDOS I’M TRYING TO CHANGE !!!!

Jason & Roy : *getting their drunk asses thrown the fuck out of Dick’s room*

Roy : shit, he really knows how to tease a guy

Jason : tell me ‘bout it

Roy : ‘an he took our Tequila

Jason : baby boy really knows how ta hurt a brotha too

Jason : *turns to pound on Dick’s closed door* YER BREAKIN’ MAH HEART, BABY !!

Roy : *starts singing Don’t Go Breakin’ My Heart*

Damian : *comes out of his room at the opposite end of the hallway*

Damian : *starts throwing hangers at Jason and Roy*

Jason : DIIIICKIIIIE !! OPEN UP !! WE FORMALLY REQUEST SANCTUARY !!

Roy : YES ! AND WE SWEAR THAT WE WONT TRY AN’ FUCK YOU !

Jason : *looks blankly at Roy*

Jason : . . . .speak for yourself

Damian : *coming at them with a sword and Titus hot on his heels as back up and noble steed* you immmoRAL BASTARDS BETTER KEEP THE FUCK AWAY FROM GRAYSON !!

Jason & Roy : AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH--!!!

Damian : LAY A FINGER ON HIM AND YOU ARE DEAD ! DO YOU HEAR ME ?! D-E-A-D !

*Meanwhile*

Dick : *laying across his bed with his earphones in/sipping Tequila and catching up on Real Housewives*

Dick : Sabrina, you bitch, stop being friends with Kathy, she’s obviously moving in on your hot ass husband; gawd....

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agentminnesota187 · 3 years

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Echoes: A DamiRae Story

Hey, look at me updating for once.

Chapter 2: Surprise Guest (A Good One This Time)

AO3 - Fanfic.net - Wattpad

Dear Raven;

I am very sorry that I had to leave so abruptly. Father ordered it. After Grayson had informed him of my solution to end Deathstroke's reign of terror, he insisted that I returned home immediately. I hope to be home soon; Father may allow me.

Starfire informed me that you are recovering well. I am very grateful. You are a valuable asset to the team, and I would be lying if I said that I did not enjoy your companionship at times. It is quite lonely without having anyone to enjoy tea and a good book with. At the very least, I have Titus, who I never thanked you for. Already he is proving a worthy comrade and trustful companion. Perhaps he will someday supersede Ace. I am well aware that Father enjoys feeding him under the table during dinner.

How is Logan doing? We were all aware that his relationship with Markov was... intimate, to say the least. I cannot imagine this new revelation being easy for him. I am sure that Reyes has his hands full.

Most importantly, how are you doing? I have never seen you strain your magick so far. Surely there are lasting effects of exerting yourself so harshly. As I'm sure you are aware, although I cannot travel back to the Tower as of right now, Father never said anything about having teammates at the Manor. If you ever have the time, I would appreciate the company?

Best Wishes,

Damian Wayne.

Lifting the calligraphy pen from the paper, Damian sighed. It had been one day since Slade's attack, and although it was verified that the brute was dead, Damian still felt on edge. It was a regular occurrence for Wayne's, but this felt so much worse than the Joker's target on your back.

The voice of Alfred had jolted him from his thoughts, "Master Damian, your tea with brown sugar, half a lemon and a china cup as you insist." Alfred set the tray down next to the paper in front of the boy. "Writing a message to your friends? How rather unlike you."

"Thank you, Pennyworth." Damian started, setting his pen down. "I am penning a message to Raven, I require updates about Logan, and she has the clearest handwriting to read."

"I'm sure, Master Damian." He teased, "Master Bruce is expecting you in his office. It would be wise not to keep him." Alfred's face held a small smile before he left the room. Damian was left alone to ponder why his father required him.

He folded up the letter and hid it in his pocket before sauntering down to where the office was.

Titans Tower

Raven was relaxing in her room. Her magick had been quite finicky the past few days. Ever since Slade had returned. She was exhausted, both physically and spiritually. She had rubbed her quartz so much that the surface was practically flat.

After Damian had been dragged back to Gotham City, she didn't have many other people she wanted to talk to. She felt bereft. The migraine she was experiencing from her father's piercing voice in her head was not helping either.

Throughout Damian's absence, she had kept to her room. She shut the Titans out in an attempt to protect them while keeping herself under control. Jaime had occasionally left some food outside of her door for her. It was odd being alone again.

She had become accustomed to having others around; in fact, she felt comfortable around others. Not this time. This time, she couldn't let them know the demons girding her head. She almost killed Damian. Who's to say that if Gar looked at her the wrong way, she wouldn't hesitate?

The thoughts swirled around her mind like a hurricane. "5,4,3,2,1. 5,4,3,2,1." She repeated; a method to help mitigate her anxiety.

"Raven?" She heard the jaunty voice of Starfire ask.

Raven took a deep breath before answering, "Yes, Star?"

"May I come in?"

"Yes," Raven faltered out. She couldn't disappear forever.

The door hissed open, and Star walked in cautiously. "How are you doing?"

"I'm managing." Raven huffed, running her fingers through her hair.

Starfire sighed. "When do you think that you'll join the Titans for an evening? Everyone has been asking about you. I don't think that can keep telling Batman you'll be at the next meeting much longer."

"I just don't want to hurt anyone. I think that you understand that."

"Unfortunately. But when you are ready, the Titans will be ready to welcome you back with open arms," and with that sentence, Star exited the room, and Raven sat in silence once more.

Sighing heavily before rolling onto her stomach in the middle of her bed, Raven smushed her face into her bedding and starfished with her arms and legs.

Tap tap tap

Raven jolted quickly at the noise, unsure of whether she had been hallucinating with her ears.

Tap tap tap

She turned her head to the window, puzzled. Her room was among one of the highest above the ground. Who was tapping at her window, Superman?

Muffled words were heard outside the Tower, and she quickly sprinted to the window to see one Damian Wayne in his Robin costume hanging from a rope in front of her window. Refraining from bursting into laughter, she quickly let him in while shaking her head. 'This boy, I swear to Azar.' she thought.

"Mind telling me why you're outside my window hanging from a rope instead of in Gotham City doing whatever you do there?" She asked.

"I had a talk with Father. He said that I should check up on my friends, so here I am." He explained.

"Are you sure that he didn't mean send us a text?"

"He never specified how, so I decided to come to the Tower," Damian smirked. "So how have you been, Raven?"

"Oh, you know. Living the dream," She gave Damian a soft smile before sitting back on her bed. "And you? I can't imagine things have been great back in Gotham considering how fast you travelled back here."

Damian joined her on the bed and nodded. "Father is trying his ablest to understand my actions while additionally punishing me for them."

"Understandably so, Slade tried to kill all of us. Multiple times. I guess that it still doesn't mean that we get to play judge, jury or executioner."

"I would like to stay here tonight. As much as I enjoy tea with myself, it is not the same without you." Damian admitted before the conversation could turn dark.

"I'm sure Star would allow that." Raven genuinely smiled.

"Hey, mama! Are you bu-" Garfield walked into the room, his eyes setting on Damian, "Robin? When did you get here?"

"Gar, have you ever heard of knocking?" Raven snapped.

"Chillax, mama, it's not like you two were doing anything." He shrugged before continuing, "anyways, Star's calling a team meeting. Both of you better get yo butts to the living room."

"Be there right away, Gar." Raven groaned before getting up from her bed. "Before I forget to ask, how the hell did you manage to get all of the way over here from Gotham? It's literally across the country."

"A magician never reveals his secrets."

"You zeta'd, didn't you?"

Damian looked back at her with a smirk.

#Damirae #demon birds #damian x raven #damian wayne #raven #fanfic #titans #dc

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primeemeraldheiress · 4 years

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Oh my god I just read ur kittenJay AU and can't stop thinking like what if he's in a relationship with Slade and being a kitten, he can't check in to him and then cue Deathstroke sneaking inside Wayne Manor to demand the bats tell him where Jay is only to find Dick Grayson in the kitchen taking pictures of a tiny cat hissing at him

This was… not what Slade had expected when he’d slipped past the Bat’s security in search of his… In search of Red Hood. He wouldn’t have been surprised to find Jason trapped in Wayne’s fancy little cave; a prisoner as they tried to make him see the light.

Normally, he’d leave them to their own devices. But he could tolerate Jason more than the others. Admired his skill and ruthless practicality. So he’d find him and haul his ass out of the fire.

He just needed to find him. He’d expected to have to sneak past that ever-vigilant butler of theirs; make his way through endless security failsafe…

But this -

“C’mon, Jay, knock it off. You’ve had your dinner! Just let me take some pictures!”

This took the cake.

If that was actually Jason…

The little cat growled and hissed, swiping at Grayson with needle-sharp looking claws.

Nightwing just chuckled, “You’re so cute when you’re trying to be dangerous, Little Wing.”

Christ, if that was Jason, he was fucking adorable. And tiny.

Before he knew it, he was standing next to Grayson, staring down at the shifter on the counter. The first Robin sputtered next to him but didn’t do much more than that, knowing there was little to be done when fucking Deathstroke walks into your kitchen.

Slade picked up the cat by the scruff of his neck and brought him up to eye-level. The feline laid his ears flat and hissed lightly at him but otherwise just glared with those eerie green eyes.

Yep. That was Jason alright. He’d know that look of sulky displeasure anywhere. On any face.

He smirked. “At least I know why you refused to show me your form now, Kitten." The cat mewed pitifully and Slade huffed a laugh. “I’ve been looking for you for days, you know.”

He settled the red feline in the crook of his arm and ran dexterous fingers over soft fur, prompting Jason to purr and arch into the man’s hand.

Dick grumbled, having recovered from his surprise, “He fights us every time.”

“You just don’t have the right touch, Grayson.” Slade drawled as Jay purred louder than he ever had for the others, nudging the older man’s hand for more contact.

The horrified look that crossed Nightwing’s face as the implications hit were worth any bitching the mercenary would have to put up with when Hood was back to normal.

Parts 1-3

#Emerald Ask #Prompt #Kitten!Jay #Kitten!Jason #Kitten!AU #sladejay #Slade Wilson #Deathstroke #Red Hood #Nightwing #Dick Grayson #Jason Todd #Humor #Batfam #Emerald Blurb

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What if dick is de aged just like you said some time ago (back to when he left the manor and he thought anyone would be robin anymore, in robin year one) and Boone find him just like the other guy who id remember his name did. BUT Boone knows Dick, He knows how to control him, and he cares about Dick, so he is in the assasins league, and he has dick... Imagine the batfam fighting back, without even know Dick is a kid again

Its an interesting idea. I’m assuming you’re referring to the original Shrike when you say ‘just like the other guy’ in R: YO. If he was around in the vicinity or keeping tabs on Dick when Dick was de-aged to his YO age, Boone certainly would recognize Dick, of course, I agree - and I could definitely see the scenario you’re describing happening.

It fits his character, and while I don’t know I’d use the term ‘control him’ as being the right fit, lol, mostly because I think many have tried to control Dick and yet it always takes actual brainwashing in order to succeed, Boone would have the advantage of knowing Dick and his mindset from that time and thus how to at least influence him.

One of the things that makes R:YO so compelling to me and why I return to it so often is because its such a fascinating ‘sweet spot’ in terms of where Dick is character wise at the time. Like, he’s only so distraught and runs away because of how much he’s grown to care for Bruce and rely on him and his opinion of him in just the couple of years since his parents died….but at the same time, it is still only a couple of years since his parents died and despite working well with Bruce by the time that story starts, I think he’s still very wary and suspicious of people in general. Still bruised by his experiences and upheaval in the wake of his parents’ death…..and another thing that’s interesting to me about that story is it takes place before Dick’s really even had a chance to form other attachments within the hero community.

As far as I can tell, it was set before he ever met or became friends with Roy, Wally and the other original Titans, and he didn’t even meet Babs until the literal last page of that story arc……so I just mean, he’s still at that time a fair ways away from having recovered enough to become the lynchpin of the hero community he’s often cited as being - trusted and trusting of so many others in turn.

So that makes this scenario interesting to me in the sense that like….time travel or de-aging or in some other way regressing Dick to this specific place and time in his life would inevitably make him a lot more vulnerable to a lot of his enemies, or Bruce’s or villains in general….but it wouldn’t IMO inherently make him more….malleable, or easily manipulated by any of the many, many villains who have tried to turn him to their side in the past. The core root of the conflict between Dick and Boone was always that Boone saw the original Shrike’s interest in them (well, in Boone specifically) as proof that he cared about him….whereas Dick never had any such illusions about Shrike and was always cynical in regard to him and his intentions for them. He stayed at the Vengeance Academy not because he felt he was wanted or respected there, the way Boone did, but simply because Dick felt he didn’t have anywhere else to go.

Which I see as likely to play out similarly should most villains happen across a de-aged Dick Grayson and think it was the perfect opportunity to get their hooks into him. He was emotionally wounded, distrusting and cynical at that point in time - even without knowing who say, Slade or Cobb or any of the Court or various other villains were….he’d be wary and resistant to trusting them, or trusting that they had his best interests at heart - because he’d heard that a lot, from a lot of people, by that point, and only Bruce had ever seemed to mean it….and, at this present time, he felt even Bruce had shown that he couldn’t actually be trusted in that regard either….so even with master manipulators who knew his future self well, like Slade….this younger Dick would be waiting for the other shoe to drop, perhaps playing along but far from actually being sold on whatever lies they were telling him.

The part of this ask that really has my wheels spinning, actually, isn’t just Boone himself, but rather all the other villains who might see this de-aged Dick as an opportunity…and totally fuck it up….because I talk a lot about how most of his friends and family members would be thrown by meeting a Dick Grayson of this time, given that their impressions of him based on who he became would not really match up too well with him back then…..but one thing I’ve never really extended that to, is how many villains could be similarly thrown and shoot themselves in the foot by believing that they know his future self well….but that doesn’t mean they know THIS boy, at this particular time. This is before Dick ever even knew the other Titans, which means its yeeeeeeeears before Slade had the opportunity to observe him in person and form his own views of him and his strengths and weaknesses, same with many other villains….

So now I’m picturing various other villains trying to play this de-aged version of Dick Grayson and ending up played by him instead….because all their plans hinge on him being as trusting and optimistic and committed to believing the best of even strangers….that they view his older self as being. Not realizing how much he’s changed between then and now.

Actually, a really interesting thought that just struck me is other than Boone himself, having been friends with Dick at this time, the one and only other antagonist I could see truly having enough knowledge of Dick to take full advantage of his de-aging here, and capitalize on knowing his true state of mind and personality of the time…..is Talia. Given that Talia was the direct contact for the original Shrike, when he was training his students to vet them as potential recruits for the League….so even though Robin: Year One was literally years before Dick and Talia ever interacted in person, or before Dick knew anything about her…..Talia already knew a lot about Dick, just from whatever Shrike told her about his student “Freddy Lloyd” during Dick’s time at VA. Even if it wasn’t until after Shrike’s death and Dick’s return to Bruce that even she connected that Freddy and Bruce’s ward Dick Grayson were one and the same.

LOL sorry to go off on a tangent from your actual ask, was just exploring where that train of thought took me. But yeah, I could see what you’re describing, especially if Dick was de-aged specifically to a time right smack in the middle of his time at VA, so that Boone would have some way of getting Dick to believe that he was the kid Dick knew from that place….but without Dick being aware yet of how things had ended between them or at the Academy as a whole. Because even back then, as much as Dick and Boone were ‘friend-ish’ rivals, depending on your read of things, I wouldn’t actually describe them as like….I don’t think Dick ever actually fully trusted Boone, or vice versa, like, they both had a ‘its a dog eat dog world, and we’re both looking out for number one’ view of things and each other at the time.

So they could get along, and I think there was enough commonality that I use this as the basis for my headcanons about them later in life, where looking back on it, both of them have potential for more….’fondness’ for each other, or at least regrets, because they’ve both experienced enough since then to know how rare it is for anyone to even be able to understand each other at least as much as I think they could……so the key thing to me about Dick and Boone, is most of their potential to me is in them coming to view each other as missed opportunities - both for someone who was really ‘like them/how they’d been then’ to grow into an actual ally or brother-in-arms….and more in Dick’s case, as viewing the other as someone they could have persuaded down a different path than they ultimately ended up on.

Which to me suggests that Boone would have more of a chance of manipulating a de-aged Dick here than most anyone else….but it still wouldn’t be a given, because most of the leeway and emotions I headcanon Dick having towards Boone as an adult are more of an after-the-fact thing…born of nostalgia and regret, rather than because at the time, as kids, Dick fully trusted Boone and vice versa. But again…if Boone played it right, by virtue of being the only one of them who actually knows in this scenario how that all ultimately played out….he could feasibly ‘rewrite history’ when catching Dick up to speed on what their lives had been like since then, and plausibly feed Dick an alternative take on how things ended between them (or didn’t).

Because the other thing here is that I mean, obviously so much of anything to do with Dick and Boone is just headcanoning your ass off, as I’m wont to do, lol, given that Boone is hardly used in canon - but if you’re basing it enough on canon as I like to do….another key thing is that Boone DOESN’T associate with the League of Shadows as an adult….he goes solo before he and Dick ever meet up again in Bludhaven, and is a lone operative/mercenary-for-hire. For some reason or another, even though he went with Talia for training with the League as a kid, by adulthood he’d broken away from them himself, even if we never got the full story on when or how or why. Sooooo….my take on this scenario wouldn’t be Boone manipulating Dick in order to get him on the side of the League….if that were the goal, I would use Talia instead. Boone, IMO, would be more likely to try and convince Dick that its just them against the world, ‘misunderstood’ by both Batman and his later allies and family, as well as by the League and various supervillains. Smack in the middle, only looking out for themselves and each other.

And either way, yeah, Bruce and the rest of the family would have their work cut out for them getting Dick back, because without any memory of Bruce ever coming for him back then and repairing the bond between them, to Dick, all these many successors - many of them having worn the Robin mantle themselves - would give a LOT of credence to whatever Boone told Dick, and make it very easy to spin as ‘proof that Bruce moved on/didn’t care about you/replaced you.’

Thanks for the ask, there’s a lot of food for thought here and a ton of different ways this could be taken and played out! Very interesting to contemplate.

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amazingflyingdick · 4 years

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WHO: Dick Grayson @amazingflyingdick & Jason Todd @thatsjasonfkntodd WHERE: The hospital WHEN: Backdated to July 4th, 2020 WHAT: Jason goes to see Dick once he’s awake

Jason: Slade had said he intended to stay with Dick until he woke up, and Jason had taken him at his word that he meant that. Besides, it was complicated for him to go in and out. Dick wasn’t a cop anymore but he had been for a long while, and even if nobody was there on official duty he didn’t want to deal with crossing paths with Jim Gordon or anyone else if they were visiting. Moreover, he just didn’t want to sit there and stare silently while Dick ‘slept,’ with only the monitors to listen to or the occasional voice in the hall. So he hadn’t gone back in the space of time between the night it all went down and the day he woke from the coma. Those had been long days.

Even after Bruce told him Dick was awake, he didn’t know what to expect from that. He hadn’t asked for any details, but had labored over the idea of going back to the hospital for a few hours before actually doing it. He didn’t want to have to navigate other people being there, but figured it was inevitable. It was with some measure of surprise, then, that he didn’t see anyone else through the sliver of window in the door when he moved to open it. Maybe Slade hadn’t stayed after all, or no one else had had the chance to arrive yet. Either way, he pushed his hand back through his hair and opened the door.

“You up?” Dick: The first day Dick spent in and out of consciousness. It wasn't until later that he was having longer conversations - first with Slade, then with Bruce and the neurologist, who'd asked him a lot of questions. He always had someone right there next to him. Eventually as he managed to stay awake for longer stretches, he tried to assure them both that he could be left on his own long enough for them to eat, or for Bruce to answer a phone call. It was a rare moment of silence when Slade left to see about more blankets and Bruce was called out by another doctor. How many were there? Dick had a hard time keeping track. He'd been introduced to three so far.

Jason's voice made his eyes open and his focus lock on the door. He hadn't asked Bruce about his brothers. There was no reason they should have to be here, standing around him and worrying about whether or not he'd wake up, even though he wanted to see them badly. Just seeing Jason made him instantly remember everything from that night, even though he only managed to recall bits and pieces of that conversation when the doctors asked after it. He'd been confused about where and when they were.

"Yup. About to run a couple laps around the nurse's station," he replied in a hoarse voice, smirking faintly. Jason: Joking was a good sign. The serious moments were the worst ones. They felt final, like a say-it-before-you-can’t thing. He didn’t want another one for a long, long time. “That’ll be pretty with your ass hanging out of the hospital gown.” Was there anything worse than those damn things?

The doctors hadn’t really been able to give them any idea of what to expect when Dick woke up. He’d sort of braced for some kind of memory loss, a shift of some kind, and maybe that was still a possibility. Dick recognized him, though, so it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. There were a handful of worse case scenarios they’d already avoided. “How’s the hole in your head?”

He didn’t get too close to the bed. Aside from the first time he’d gone into the room after they took Dick there, he’d sort of avoided it. Now that he was awake, Jason sort of had it in his head that Bruce would hopefully get him moved to the manor. If the life saving part was done, the recovery didn’t have to happen at the real hospital, did it? Dick: "Hey, I've been told that's one of my best features." Dick saw how much weight it seemed to take from Slade and Bruce's shoulders when he'd managed a joke. It showed he still had some grip on his facilities if he could demonstrate even a fraction of the quick wit he had before. It didn't come as easily as before, but he tried not to over-analyze why.

Even though Jason wasn't too close to the bed, he had no trouble making him out. His vision was better than it was earlier. That was a good sign, at least. "Which one?" He smiled slightly, his eyes falling closed as he took a deep breath. "Better." They'd given him something for the pain, which made it hard to stay awake. "If I fall asleep on you, it's a total accident. I swear."

He wanted to ask Jason to come closer, wanted to say other things, too, but he resisted the urge to make the moment too serious. "They said I was out for a couple days. How's Roy? Did he go back to work?" Jason: “I’d say it’s pretty overrated.” Jason knew better than most people what a head injury could do to a person. Even after he’d got better from being dead and buried, he definitely hadn’t been himself. He’d been a shell of a person, really, just running on survival instinct with odds and ends of confusing memories floating around that he couldn’t make sense of. The Lazarus Pit had fixed it, but sometimes he still wondered whether or not fixed wasn’t really the right word. In any case, he didn’t expect Dick to just bounce back. He wasn’t optimistic enough for that, anyway.

He dismissed the comment about sleep with a shake of his head. “That’s a convenient excuse. Maybe I’ll use it sometime. If I fall asleep on you it was an accident.” But if he did, Jason would take that as his cue to go. He knew that it was unlikely to just be the two of them for long.

“He was going to, but he took some extra time after...” Jason made a vague gesture toward Dick, “all this. He’s alright. We’re getting there.” Roy had made it through the worst of it, physically, without caving. Dick: "You would say that." The doctors seemed surprised that he was able to respond to questions clearly and without much confusion. It was the questions asking after detail that could get him tripped up. That made Dick feel unnerved and he would get frustrated with his own inability to recall specifics. His memory was never as good as Barbara's, but he'd learned how to retain a lot of information after so many years of practice. It scared him that he could lose that overnight. The doctor reassured him that it was a minor setback that could get better over time, brains made new pathways and all of that, but most of the assurances fell on deaf ears.

Snorting softly, his hand moved against the cool railing. When he'd first woken up his wrists had been restrained. The doctors explained that he kept trying to yank out his IVs. "Now you can't use it on me, because I'll remember you said it." Or would he? Dick didn't let himself linger on it.

Already he'd had the fear that Roy's recovery was put in jeopardy because of this. He winced. "But this didn't... this didn't set him back, did it?" There was no telling how long Jason had been away from the apartment. Roy was so freshly recovered that a relapse was very possible. Jason: “Weirder if I agreed with you.” He didn’t want to spend any amount of time thinking about Dick’s ass. Plenty of other people did that, probably, so he’d leave it to them. If he did manage to make it to the Nurse’s Station eventually, they might appreciate it too.

Jason had to wonder how much of their conversation in the alley that Dick actually remembered. For purely selfish reasons, he hoped that some of it was lost. He’d got a little desperate, a little more sentimental than he would have otherwise, and since Dick had survived...he was fine letting all of that go.

“I don’t think so.” He couldn’t guarantee it. He’d not been as attentive in the days after Dick was shot, but he’d still been there. He’d still spent that time with Roy. He had to believe he would have noticed if he’d backslid. Dick: "Point taken." It was an easy back and forth that took minimal effort on his part. Dick enjoyed the ease in conversation, because it made it easy to forget how desperate Jason had been the night he found him. He hadn't ever heard him sound like that before and he never wanted to hear it again.

But he didn't want to act like it never happened. He didn't want to shelve it, like Bruce would, and bring it out only when it was once again a possibility that they might not ever see each other again.

The news made him relax, but only a little. He wouldn't feel convinced until he saw Roy himself, but he didn't even know when that would be. Jason was the first person to show up outside of Bruce and Slade. He was glad they were here, but he wouldn't pretend there wasn't tension. "Hey," he finally said, his eyes still closed. "You promised you'd go to the circus with me. Don't think I forgot about that." Jason: So much for not remembering those parts. He’d really hoped he forgot the circus part. Jason had been sitting on the story forever. Once in awhile he thought about it, but he’d never told Dick and never really planned to. It was just the only thing that had popped into his head in that moment, and keeping him awake had been more important than protecting some dumb moment with his dad. Still, he felt...the whole thing felt raw. Everything they’d said. That he’d said.

“Must have been a hallucination. Coma dream?” He didn’t even try to sound that convincing about it. The odds of them ever getting enough of a break from the city’s bullshit to go anywhere or do anything seemed pretty small right then, and Dick had a long road ahead of him either way. Dick: Dick sighed faintly, but he didn't argue. Despite the distance between them, his vision was clear enough to take note of Jason's expression and anything else he could read on his face. Not that Jason was easy to read. He wasn't like Tim or Damian, both of them predictable in their insecurities and doubts, and he'd never been particularly receptive to Dick's offers of support.

That wasn't what this was about. Not really. His fingers dug into the bar and he tried to keep his voice light. He had the feeling that if it got too heavy Jason would dash out of the room so fast that he'd be a blur. "Come here, s'not like I'm contagious." Jason: He was right, of course. Dick wasn’t sick. There was no reason for the distance he kept putting between him and the bed. He’d had surgery, his head was properly dealt with. Still, he’d not totally managed to shake the image of what it had been like before. The sight of the gauze immediately running red with blood, Dick’s hair slick and stuck to his head, was something that that kept lingering in his mind. While Roy was in withdrawal, he hadn’t been sleeping for long stretches even when he was in his own bed. The trend continued, and he couldn’t remember the last time that he’d been plagued by such frequent fucked up dreams. So, he’d just avoided looking at very much behind the wires and the monitors.

“Stupid might be contagious,” he offered, but he did take a few steps forward just to avoid having to explain why he hadn’t been. “Hope you enjoyed your big nap.” Dick: Even though Dick had been on the other side of it, it didn't take a lot of imagining for him to think about what it was like for Jason. It wasn't something he should have been left to deal with alone. The fact that Dick had relied on him so heavily to keep it together during that time, even though he'd hardly had another choice, brought a wave of guilt. He knew it couldn't be easy for Jason to be here. Not just because it meant leaving Roy on his own during a time that was still tenuous, but because it kept everything fresh and maybe a little too real.

He had to close his eyes, but he wasn't going to let himself fall back asleep. "Hey..." Dick's throat was thick, but he pushed past the feeling. "I'm sorry." Jason: “The fuck are you sorry for? Getting shot in the head?” It was true that Jason was prone to blaming people things maybe a little unfairly. Rather than lean in to the random chaos of the universe, it was easier to find something or someone to pin it on. He preferred assigning fault and giving his anger some kind of direction. In this case, that assignment went to NOVA. It wasn’t Dick’s to apologize for.

Jason frowned as Dick closed his eyes, but the expression was only there briefly before he’d wiped it away. “It’s over and done.” Dick: Dick didn't know how to explain what he was sorry for, not without risking the possibility that Jason would feel patronized, so he said nothing. Instead he opened his eyes, watching him quietly, and tried not to give away that his vision still blurred around the edges.

There was a sinking feeling in his chest. It left him with an odd heaviness, something he tried to keep out of his voice. "Yeah," he said quietly. "I'll be out of here in no time." Jason: “No you won’t,” Jason said flatly. “I don’t know if you’re saying that for my sake, but I’m not five. You got shot in the head.” And Jason had been shot before. He knew how long it took to recover from even when the wound was somewhere much less alarming. He didn’t have much use for forced optimism. As far as he was concerned, it was a fucking miracle that he’d survived in the first place.

He finally stepped close enough to put his hand on the bar that ran alongside the bed. At least Dick wasn’t restrained anymore. He’d wanted to argue with them about it, but it wasn’t like he was a damn doctor. “You’ll be out when you’re out. But you’re not dead.” Dick: "I'm saying it for my own sake. I hate these places." Dick didn't want to think about being stuck in the hospital. He was already feeling like he wanted to crawl out of his skin. It was a bit of wishful thinking, maybe, but he had to be hopeful. The doctors were suggesting it could be weeks. There was absolutely no way he could keep Slade and Bruce from killing each other for weeks.

No, he wasn't dead, but not even he could brush aside how close he'd been. If the bullet had been a little more to the left, or the right, things could be a lot bleaker than they were right now. "I decided against it. It's like you said, no new members." Jason: “Me too. Always have.” Even though it had still sucked to need it, he’d always been grateful that Bruce had ways of dealing with most injuries at the manor. Alfred could do as much as any nurse, and he had other people on retainer for the rest. Usually. Getting shot like Dick had been...there hadn’t been another option.

“It’s a really exclusive club and we don’t want you so,” he managed a shrug and chewed at the inside of one cheek. “They said you might have some memory loss. Do you?” He wanted real answers, not projections. Dick: Dick didn't like being immobile. Waking up restrained felt like a nightmare. He was afraid to fall back asleep just in case they found it necessary to do it again. The wraps were still fastened to the side of the railings.

"I don't know. Don't think so." Then again, how was he supposed to know if he couldn't remember? "Test me." The thought made the feeling in his chest heavier and tighter all at once. He didn't really want to know the answer, but he knew he had to face it sooner or later. If there were things he'd forgotten, the only thing he could do was try to regain those memories again. Jason: What could he ask him? Dick had remembered the circus comment, so all the short term memory wasn’t gone. “What’s your dumbass nickname for me that I hate?” Of course he said that to Roy about Jaybird too, then ended up missing it when he’d broken things off. Dumb. ‘Little Wing’ was just as bad, probably worse. It had been around for years, though. “When is Alfred’s birthday?” Trick question.

He hesitated for a second, but eventually dragged one of the chairs over toward the bed so he could sit down. He was tired. No, he was past tired. He wanted to take Roy’s suggestion and let someone knock him out with a sledgehammer for awhile. Dick: "Little Wing." Dick didn't miss a beat on that one. There was a vague memory of him saying it in the alley. He'd said it once or twice before then, too, for the first time since Jason's return. The nickname slipped out before he'd thought twice about it. There was no way to take it back later. "None of us know Alfred's birthday," he began hesitantly, but then his brow furrowed. "He won't tell us. So we have to pick we want to celebrate." Oh, no. "...Right? Or did I forget it?"

He took in Jason's face and his obvious exhaustion, frowning. "You look awful." Jason: Jason rolled his eyes at both responses. “Well, the annoying parts are still in tact. And no, you didn’t forget. It’s an eternally unsolved mystery. Alfred is an ancient and immortal being with no birthday.” So he got all the birthdays instead and cake on whatever one of them they picked,

He sat up a little straighter and shrugged. “Says the guy with with a sieve for a head.” What he wasn’t going to do was listen to some lecture about self care from the dude laying in the hospital. Dick: "I passed?" Dick gave him a crooked looking grin, trying to hide the very real relief that flooded him at the realization that he hadn't forgotten half of his life and just didn't realize. "Alfred was here earlier." Alfred had acted completely unperturbed by the situation and had chided Dick for watching TV when he should be resting.

It bothered him that Jason wasn't getting enough sleep, but he knew he'd be doing the same thing if he were in Jason's shoes. Dick always had the habit of overextending himself. Calling Jason out for doing the same thing felt too hypocritical. "You're more like me than you realize. Horrible, I know." Jason: “Sure, you passed a two question test. I’ll send your diploma over tomorrow.” He could’ve come up with some other questions, but if he was being honest he was okay with just accepting the decent outcome from a couple. If Dick had memory issues, he’d find that out on his own. Jason could roll with it not being blind optimism since he’d made effort to prove otherwise.

“Gross. Take it back or I’m leaving right now.” There were worse things in the world, but he wasn’t going to tell him that. He’d done enough admitting, enough vulnerability. It felt like all he’d done was feel raw for two damn months between Dick and Roy and all the rest. Dick: "I guess we could round it up to five, if you have more," Dick offered with a smirk. In all honesty, he was wary of whether or not he'd get more questions right. Avoidance wasn't something he should let himself give into, it was a hollow victory in the end, but it was a hard habit to shake. He didn't like to admit when things might not be just fine. This was already a situation he hadn't been able to handle on his own.

That made him laugh, even though the sound was hoarse. "Where do you think I got the nickname?" Little Wing had come from his own moniker, not Bruce's, because from the beginning he'd seen a lot of himself in Jason. No one knew how it was for Dick in the early years, before he found a place to put his anger. Jason: “Maybe later.” Something might crop up, but he was alright giving him a participation award in the mean time. He hadn’t really gone to the hospital to play a game of trivia about their lives. The motivation for it was morbid even for Jason, and for once he didn’t completely have the stomach for it.

He’d never really asked. The first time Dick had called him that he’d almost liked it, though maybe he’d brushed it off at the time. Later, it had seemed patronizing. Now, it was little more than a joke. “Pulled it out of your ass, I guess. Maybe you should call me Big Wing now.” Dick: Dick nodded. Maybe that was better. Diving into the past with Jason was always risky. Sometimes it was best to leave it alone, even though there were plenty of things he actively remembered from that time. Some of them were good things, but he didn't know if Jason looked at them the same way now.

"You'd need at least another two inches on me." Jason was taller than him and calling him little anything didn't really make sense anymore, but the nickname tended to slip without him even realizing it. He'd never expected to use it again. It sneaked up on him. Jason: "I think I've got the two inches on you elsewhere," he said with a grin, unable to resist the perfect set-up that Dick had given him for the joke. "Not that I'll be asking around." He already knew way too much about private Dick than he'd ever, ever wanted to.

He leaned back a little in the seat. By the looks of him, he wouldn't be awake for long. Jason figured he'd take off when he passed out. Besides, the likelihood of him being alone in that room with him for any real length of time was small. He didn't want to deal with Bruce, and he sure as fuck didn't want to deal with Slade, even if all they had between them was silence like most of the days they'd both been in cells. Dick: "I'd say prove it, but I think I'd rather take you at your word." After the whole discovery in his file, the entire family knew way more about Dick's life than he ever wanted them to. Tim had questions and he didn't mind giving him answers, but he'd always been private about things like that. Jason living at his apartment while Slade dropped in and out had been awkward, even though Dick thought he'd been pretty discreet about it.

The television was off. He felt around for the remote and offered it to Jason. "Find something funny." The last time he woke up it had been playing some documentary on how cotton picking machines worked, which had just made him go right back to sleep. Jason: "That's what I thought." Would he have argued about it if Dick insisted otherwise? Probably. It might have been nice to be a dumbass for a little while, considering where they were and why.

If Jason kept on the TV it was usually just for noise or someone else's sake. He'd spent a lot of mindless hours watching it with Roy as they were wading through the withdrawal symptoms, and when he'd stayed with Dick they'd watched some movies that he did not altogether hate. He'd even enjoyed some. Still, left to his own devices he didn't watch much of it and it took some clicking around before he found something that he caught at the right time to hear a laugh. Some cop show set in Brooklyn. It'd work.

As he sat there, half paying attention and half just letting his mind drift, he felt a buzz in his pocket. Text from Roy. He almost put off answering it until he was ready to leave, but if something was wrong he couldn't ignore it.

hey what about dick's friend. the gold guy? Dick: The cop show reminded him of something he wasn't sure he'd told Jason about yet. "I quit the SCPD," he said quietly, his eyes half open. It was something he'd been considering for some time even before the events of the breakout. After that, he really had little choice but to go through with it. Gordon had shown up to speak to him about the events of the shooting, but he hadn't been able to tell him much, and he avoided the subject of Jason altogether. It was better to pretend that he'd been unconscious from the second the bullet entered his skull.

Jason's phone going off made his eyes open more and he glanced aside at him. "Do you know what happened to my phone?" He asked, even though he hadn't given it much thought until then. "Do you have it? Or Bruce?" Jason: “Yeah...” he wasn’t sure who had found out first, though it was probably, but they’d made the connection between the timing of Dick leaving the force and NOVA sending someone after him. It couldn’t just be a coincidence. “About time. You’ve gotta stop acting like you can be ten different people.” Jason wasn’t one to lecture, but it didn’t take a genius to know that Dick stretched himself far, far too thin.

The message distracted him and he only gave a grunt of “Bruce” in response as Roy answered again. Jason felt his heart skip as he realized who Roy was talking about. As soon as he did, he got to his feet. “Is your friend Josh still in town?”

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DCU, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Jason Todd/Slade Wilson, Very brief Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd Characters: Slade Wilson, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson Additional Tags: SladeRobin Weekend Mini-Event 2020, Day 3: Omegaverse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Alpha, Alpha Slade Wilson, Alpha Jason Todd, Omega Dick Grayson, Blood and Injury, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Non-Consensual Touching, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Biting, Knotting, Hurt Jason Todd, Protective Dick Grayson, Protective Jason Todd Series: Part 2 of SladeRobin Weekend 2020 Summary:

"When Slade rolls back to his feet and glances back at the bed he comes face-to-face with Jason Todd, crouched protectively over Dick, face red with anger. There’s the sudden stink of furious, protective alpha so strong that it makes Slade shudder. Rockets his heart against his chest, and not in the way it should. Because it definitely shouldn’t be shooting heat straight to his dick."

For the SladeRobin Weekend prompt Omegaverse.

(Also retroactively tagging @jason-rarepairs because I forgot the first time! Oops)

Honestly, Slade isn’t expecting Dick to be home. The kid hasn’t been out on patrol in days, which means he’s either injured or in heat. And it’s not like Slade tracks Grayson’s cycle or anything creepy like that, but it has been a while since he’s been M.I.A. and Slade hasn’t seen him take any big hits. Which means that Dick is supposed to be in Gotham. At the manor, or wherever the Bats hang out when they aren’t annoying Deathstroke. Slade was meant to be in and out of the safe house that Dick doesn’t know that he knows about without any trouble. Collect the shit he needs because Grayson has been sticking his nose into Slade’s business again and leave.

Except, the scent hits Slade as soon as he slides the window open. Sweet with a hint of spice, warm at the back of his throat like a good scotch. When he drops lightly into the room it hits him full-force and he has to pause, crouched against the floorboards, to let it roll over him. An omega in heat. For a moment he considers leaving the way he came. Obviously Dick isn’t at the manor like he’s supposed to be and Slade won’t be able to get his intel without a fight. Not to mention that, even with his screwy instincts, an unrelated omega in heat isn’t exactly comfortable to be around - and Slade can’t even fuck the weird rapid-fire sparking of dormant instincts away.

Well, he could. But as much as he enjoys the flirty, not-quite sexual tension he and Grayson share, he doesn't want to. Not with Grayson. Not with any omega. They just aren’t really his thing. Which makes the fact that, at some level, the sweet, heavy scent of an omega in heat is still affecting him - even if it isn’t exactly the way it’s supposed to - extremely frustrating.

Still, it’s Grayson, and Slade has never passed up the opportunity to fuck with him before. And he does need that intel. So he straightens up and takes stock of the room.

Dick is sitting upright on the bed set against the far wall, legs crossed loosely underneath him, eyes wide as they focus on Slade. The scent of his heat is heavy in the air, pressing thickly against Slade’s skin, but the only evidence of it on Dick is a faint, attractive flush high on his cheeks and the hollow of his throat, a thin sheen of sweat, and pupils that are blown a little larger than usual. A far cry from the mindless, desperate sex toy that sexists and hallmark movies like to make in-heat omegas out to be. Dick could probably still put up a decent fight, even. Maybe Slade will test that out.

By the time Slade has made it across the room, Dick is already on his feet, reacting quicker than any normal person would be able to, heat or no heat. Quick enough that when Slade barrels into him, knocking him back against the wall with a solid shoulder to his chest, Dick manages to get his arm up fast enough to block Slade’s grab for his throat. Quick enough that, despite the harsh exhale of breath as his back hits brick, he isn’t stunned by the blow.

There’s a rush of omega heat smell as Slade presses close, and he knows that Dick must get an answering swell of alpha on his sharp inhale. Yes. There’s a metallic tang of fear that Slade isn’t used to associating with the kid. Not that Slade is really used to associating any scent with Dick - usually he’s covered in enough scent blockers to obliterate any trace of omega on him. Usually, Slade likes that - it’s easy enough to imagine Dick as an alpha when there’s no scent to prove him wrong.

There’s definitely something alpha about the snarl that rips out from between Dick’s teeth. Even Slade’s screwy instincts can’t help but flare at the challenge. He flashes teeth, growling lower than Dick could ever hope to reach. Despite the thread of fear in his scent, Dick doesn’t bare his throat in classic omega submission, just peels his lips back in another snarl, ducking his chin against his own wrist where he’s still warding off Slade’s grip.

Then, in a move that probably only Dick, and his almost supernatural flexibility, could achieve, he twists out of Slade’s grip and throws himself over the bed, rolling gracefully until he’s crouching on the other side, out of Slade’s reach.

“Slade.” His voice is surprisingly calm, no trace of that bitter tang of fear, or the stronger, heavier press of heat. “What are you doing here?”

Slade smirks. Lets his eyes trail over the curve of Dick’s bare shoulder where his sleep shirt has slipped down his arm. Dick glares, but doesn’t bother covering the skin there. “Just wanted to drop by.” He drops his eyes to the bed. Takes a deep, performative breath until he can almost taste Dick. It doesn’t particularly do anything for him, but he enjoys the way the vigilante stiffens, eyes narrowing. “But I can see you’re tied up.”

That sends suspicious confusion skittering across Dick’s face. The corner of his lip twitches again in the start of a snarl. “Get out of-“

Slade lunges before Dick can get the rest of the sentence out. It’s a long lunge and Dick makes a startled sound, clearly not expecting Slade to clear the space so quickly. One hand closes around the soft cloth of Dick’s shirt, even as the omega jerks back, yanking him forward and Dick crashes against the edge of the bed with a grunt. His hand comes up, pressing at Slade’s wrist in a move that might have broken his grip if he wasn’t wearing his gauntlet. At the same time, Slade brings his free hand round to cup the back of Dick’s neck and squeeze.

It doesn’t drop Dick the way it would most omegas. There’s a hard shudder as he fights against his instincts, but he doesn’t go limp. Of course he doesn’t. Being half-paralysed whenever an enemy gets a good grip on his neck is a weakness the Bat would never allow.

Still, it gives Slade the opportunity to twist his wrist out of Dick’s grip and catch the omega’s own instead. Gives him the opportunity to heave him onto the bed. Dick recovers his wits before Slade can properly pin him, but he manages to press him back into the pillows, even as Dick twists beneath him. One of Dick’s feet comes up to plant itself against his chest and kick, but Slade throws his weight over him, trapping his leg back against the bed. Dick bucks, a little desperately, and Slade rolls his hips down, because he can, even though the weight of his armour means he can’t feel Dick against him.

A sharp sound - not quite a whine but not quite a snarl either - bursts out of Dick’s throat. It’s accompanied by a plume of scent: bitter anger, the sour milk stink of fear, and beneath that, the sweet caramel of his heat. Slade grins and pumps his own burst of scent, watching as Dick goes still and stiff, throat working as it washes over him.

Slade takes the opportunity to reach back and free his cuffs from his belt. Snaps one end of them roughly over the wrist he still has clenched in his hand. Dick jerks.

“Slade-“

It chokes off when Slade closes his free hand around Dick’s throat. Forces his chin up and drags him higher up the bed so that he can thread the chain of the cuffs through the headboard. Dick thrashes and Slade tightens his fingers hard enough to cut off any air. Settles more heavily across Dick’s thighs. Feels the flex of his throat as he swallows thickly against the press of his palm.

It’s easier than Slade expects to close the other end of the cuffs over Dick’s free wrist. All it takes is one savage blow to his face to have Dick going limp under him and then the omega is bound tightly to the headboard, legs trapped beneath Slade’s weight. Perhaps it’s unfair to expect him to have escaped - he is in heat after all, and the heavy musk of Slade’s scent must be wreaking havoc with his head.

“Why are you doing this?” The words are accompanied by a growl that Slade can feel reverberating through his chest. Dick bucks, trying to dislodge Slade’s weight, but the mercenary just shifts more comfortably over him.“You don’t even like omegas. You’re not actually going to-“

Only he doesn’t get to say what Slade’s not going to do. Because the mercenary twists his fingers into Dick’s thick hair, using the grip to yank his head back and expose the long, pale column of his throat. The words cut off as the omega grinds his teeth against the strain.

“You don’t know shit about what I’m going to do, kid.”

It’s true though. Slade isn’t interested in omegas - that’s one rumour about him that’s actually true - and he isn’t interested in fucking Dick through his heat. But he is interested in the way the omega fights against his cuffs. The way his whole body goes tight as a bow-string as Slade leans in and presses his nose teasingly to the scent gland beneath his jaw, licking a stripe up behind his ear - even if the taste isn’t particularly arousing. He’s interested in the way the muscles of Dick’s stomach tighten as he trails his fingers over smooth skin and edges them beneath the loose waistband of his sweatpants.

When Slade finally dips his hand inside, pressing thick fingers over slick-damp boxers and the soft lump of Dick’s cock, Dick jerks as if he’s been electrocuted and lets out a high, strangled whine that makes the mercenary’s skin prickle. Slade growls low in his throat. Presses the heel of his hand more firmly over Dick. Grazes teeth over the sensitive skin of his neck.

The almost-alpha snarl Dick lets out stirs something warm in Slade’s stomach.

“Slade, don’t-“

The door opens.

Slade still has his head buried in Dick’s neck, but he hears the whoosh as it opens, then a soft thump and a sharp intake of breath. The air shifts and Slade throws himself sideways just in time to avoid the flying kick from the suddenly enraged alpha in the room.

“What the fuck is going on?”

When Slade rolls back to his feet and glances back at the bed he comes face-to-face with Jason Todd, crouched protectively over Dick, face red with anger. There’s the sudden stink of furious, protective alpha so strong that it makes Slade shudder. Rockets his heart against his chest, and not in the way it should. Because it definitely shouldn’t be shooting heat straight to his dick.

Well, Slade had made peace with his instincts a long time ago. And he knows himself well enough to know that where he hadn’t been entirely interested in Dick, he’s definitely interested in his brother.

Because Jason is a classic alpha. All strong, hard lines, no hint of the softness that even Dick can’t quite train out of his body. A warm, musky smell, spicy rather than sweet. Not to mention the plume of scent that Jason’s sending his way: angry, possessive, pack protecting pack. Designed to send most alphas scurrying away with their tails between their legs, or at least force a challenge. Most alphas would find the scent repellent - a horrible comedown after the sweet temptation of Dick’s heat smell - but Slade isn’t most alphas, and this is riling him up in an entirely different way.

“I swear to God Dick, if this is some fucked up joke the two of you are playing...”

Dick makes a strange sound, jerking his arms as if he wants to reach for Jason. “No, Jay - I don’t -“

Slade slams Jason off the bed before Dick can finish his sentence.

Jason puts up a better fight than Dick did. That isn’t usually the case, Slade suspects, because there’s something unrefined about the alpha that’s usually polished in Dick, and there aren’t many people - save himself and the Bat - who really can beat Nightwing. But the omega had been heat-addled during their bout, so Jason has the upper-hand in that particular battle. Not in this one though. Not against Slade.

The alpha isn’t a bad fighter, but he’s wearing civilian clothes rather than armour, so every blow Slade lands hits like a sledgehammer. The kid holds up surprisingly well, considering, but Slade definitely hears a rib crack when he gets a good hit in against his chest after a wild strike leaves it undefended. Gets a low grunt of pain when he catches that toned stomach with a knee. Has the kid stumbling with a well-timed blow to his ear. There are no weapons besides their fists and their training. The kid is clearly taken by surprise and Slade doesn’t see the need to draw his - not when he can win this so easily without any. Jason has some impressive tricks, but that can’t make up for Slade’s armour, his meta abilities, his years of training. And Slade can tell Jason is distracted by Dick, by his own anger and his desire to protect his brother when he’s so vulnerable. It’s cute, and it sends shivery heat down Slade’s spine every time Jason gets himself between Slade and the bed. It’s a delightfully alpha thing to do.

Eventually though, Slade gets bored of toying with him. A savage blow to his jaw and a sweep of Slade’s leg sends Jason to the floor. Then Slade is on top of him, gripping one of his wrists and forcing the arm into a painful pin behind his back. Pressing his knee into the soft calf muscle of his leg, sweeping his other knee into the inside of Jason’s thigh and forcing it wide. Gripping a handful of that curly hair with his free hand.

Jason lets out a truly impressive growl, almost as low as Slade’s, and pulls against his hold. It’s a beautiful show. The rumble of it vibrates all the way through Slade’s chest where he’s blanketed over the alpha’s back, even through his armour. Curls liquid heat in Slade’s gut. Maybe other alpha’s would be intimidated, but Slade just presses closer and lets out the moan that’s been building in his throat in response. Beneath him, Jason goes stiff. On the bed, Dick offers his own growl - impressive in its own way, for an omega.

“What the fuck are you doing Slade? Get the hell off of me and then fuck off out of here.”

Slade just hums, using his grip to tilt Jason’s head back until the expanse of his neck is bared by the strain. They’re pressed so close that Slade can hear the wet movement of his throat as he swallows.

“Whatever the fuck you want with Dick-“

“I was just going to tease Grayson a little.” Slade presses his nose against the soft join between the younger alpha’s neck and shoulder, keeping his grip firm enough that when Jason snaps his teeth, they aren’t in any danger of actually reaching him. “But then you came along and made everything so much more interesting. You must have heard the rumours after all.” He follows that up with a sharp nip at the alpha’s throat.

That gets him a flurry of desperate movement as Jason bucks against his hold, straining against the grip on his arm, kicking out with the leg that isn’t pinned down, even though it’s pressed too wide to do any damage. Slade just rides the movement. Then he jerks Jason forward with a sharp thrust of his hips, forcing his face against the carpet and holding him there as he licks a delicious stripe up the back of his neck.

Even when he presses teeth to the delicate scent gland beneath Jason’s jaw, there’s no fear in the boy’s scent, just the sharp spice of furious alpha. Up on the bed, Dick is pumping out enough fear for the both of them, tugging against his cuffs hard enough that Slade can taste blood in the air.

That lances more heat straight through Slade and he presses his teeth in deep until rich, coppery blood bursts over his tongue. The alpha underneath him lets out a high, strangled sound, caught between a snarl and a whine, and Slade can feel the hard shudder before Jason falls still, trembling. Even Bruce’s training can’t quite override the instinct to surrender to a victorious bite.

Pleased with the surrender, Slade laps soothingly at the wound, little frissures of pleasure sparking with each cut-off whimper and twitch of pain. Presses his hips hard against the swell of Jason’s ass even though he won’t be able to feel Slade’s growing hardness beneath the weight of his armour. Jason snarls obligingly anyway.

“Slade!” It’s Dick, sounding desperate, a submissive omega whine to his voice that Slade could never have imagined him making if he wasn’t hearing it now. “You’ve had your fun. You don’t need to do this.”

“I don’t need to do anything Dickie,” Slade reminds him. But he pulls back, shifting his grip from Jason’s hair to his neck, so that he can drag him with him, pressing him back against his chest, fingers tight enough against his throat to make Jason’s breath stutter, trapping his arm between his own back and Slade’s armour.

“Are you going to be good for me, kid?”

He suspects that would draw another snarl, but Jason can only choke beneath the insistent press of the mercenary’s fingers. He struggles gamely, knocking his shoulders back with enough force that it must hurt, straining against the hold and the lack of air. Slade doesn’t let up, only mouths sloppily at the skin not covered by his own hand. Finally the young alpha goes limp. Only his jaw moves, working as he struggles to draw in air.

“Good boy,” Slade murmurs as he peels his fingers away, letting Jason slump forward a little, gasping in a desperate lungful of air, no doubt thick with Slade’s own musky arousal. Another delightful shudder wracks through Jason. The hand that Slade had pressed against his throat shifts to his waist. Grips the hem of the t-shirt he’s wearing and drags it up his stomach and over his head before he can protest. When Slade shoves him forward so that he can drag his arms behind him and tie them together with his own shirt, Jason does fight, but by then it’s too late to do much more than writhe uselessly with a growl.

After that, it’s easy to clamp a hand over the back of Jason’s neck and drag him over to the bed. As they approach, Dick watches warily, eyes wide and dark in his face. When Slade heaves Jason up onto the bed, skilfully avoiding a wild kick from the alpha as he does so, Dick curls his own legs up, as if he might kick at him too. But Jason is an effective meat-shield between them and Slade forces the alpha down, trapping Dick’s legs against his chest. A bloom of heat-scent washes over them as Dick’s legs are forced up and the omega makes a tight, protesting sound that’s echoed by Jason as Slade forces his head against his brother’s neck.

“This isn’t funny Slade,” Jason snarls, voice muffled where his face is pressed against Dick. “Stop messing around and let us go.”

“You think I’m messing around?” Slade lets his voice drop dangerously, cool as ice. Maybe his banter with Dick has given the Bats the wrong impression. He’s as dangerous as any other criminal. They shouldn’t forget that. And he’s going to prove it to them.

He takes a moment to rearrange Jason. Uses one hand to grip his hip as he presses his head down with the other. Kicks his legs wide until they’re resting either side of Dick, ignoring the way Jason tries to twist out of his grip. The omega takes the opportunity to slide his own legs back down as the pressure lessens, shooting Slade a hateful glare when the mercenary presses his knees between them too and settles himself between them.

“Don’t do this Slade.” And even as he glares he tilts his chin up, although whether it’s an attempt to comfort Jason or to appease Slade, he can’t tell. “You’re a mercenary not a rapist.”

For a moment Slade considers that as he eyes the curve of Dick’s neck. It isn’t entirely true. Sure, Slade doesn’t make a habit out of this sort of thing, but Slade is a man who gets what he wants, when he wants it. And there aren’t many people who can say no to him. This hadn’t been his intention when he had slipped through Dick’s window, but now he’s here, he can’t say he minds the direction this night has taken. He isn’t the sort to deny himself his pleasure for the sake of morals.

So he leans forward, crushing Jason between them and driving the breath from both of them, before clamping his teeth against the smooth, unmarred skin of Dick’s neck in a hard bite. It’s not deep enough to be a claim, but it is deep enough to make Dick go still and silent. For Dick to let out a gasp that isn’t entirely pain. For the sudden smell of slick that slides out from underneath them.

Jason snarls furiously with the little breath he has left, but he doesn’t flash any teeth - not when his mouth is pressed against his brother rather than pointed at Slade. His nose is digging in at the curve of Dick’s jaw, right at the source of that rich heat scent, but there’s no answering swell of arousal from Jason that Slade can detect. Only the first little flash of fear. Maybe his instincts are skewed by the alpha at his back. Or maybe the pack-brother bond is strong despite their lack of blood-relation. Most likely Jason wasn’t here to fuck Dick through his heat then.

It doesn’t particularly matter to Slade. He doesn’t need Jason aroused for this.

“I think you should stop assuming you know anything about me, kid.” As he says it, he clicks open the clasp of his gauntlet with his teeth, so he can feel Jason’s bare skin as he smooths a hand down his back. The young alpha is so tense that he’s trembling. Every muscle clenching as Slade slides his palm over them. When he reaches Jason’s bound arms and slides his hand around, he can feel the muscles of that taut stomach twitch. The soft cotton of Dick’s sleep shirt brushes his knuckles as he presses between them.

There’s a sharp intake of breath. Then Dick lets out a shaky omega croon, reacting to the burst of bitter fear in Jason’s scent. His pupils are blown wide by the bite and the heavy press of Slade’s arousal.

“Shut the fuck up, Dick,” Jason snaps. Then, when Slade pops open the button of his jeans and drags them, and his boxers, down his thighs: “Don’t fucking touch me.”

Not that there’s much he can do about it. Slade presses his hips down against bare flesh as Jason bucks and gets a delightful shiver in return. He fumbles at his waist, frees his own cock with deft movements. Groans at the sensation of cool air against heated flesh. That gets another hard shudder as the room floods with his smell and the tip presses against the soft crease of Jason’s thigh.

“Don’t,” Jason tries, again. Not so angry now - small, desperate. Slade grins against the back of his neck. Shifts his hips to drag his cock across Jason’s skin. It slides easily enough, slick with pre-cum, blood-hot and throbbing. Slade hasn’t been this hard in a long time and he knows with a distant sort of irritation that part of it is due to the syrupy heat scent he can’t help but inhale this close to Dick.

It doesn’t matter - Dick’s not the one he’s fucking. But he swipes his nose across the scent gland at Dick’s collarbone anyway and feels heat surge through his veins in response. The omega is perfectly still beneath him, still obedient from the bite, but the tight line of his throat suggests that soon won’t be the case.

Not that there’s much he can do anyway.

Slade turns his attention back to Jason, pressing his nose beneath the young alpha’s jaw. He gets a burst of spice and metal for his trouble, and that has his cock twitching where it still rests against Jason’s thigh. He presses his tongue flat against the gland and savours the sharp taste of it, and the little whimper Jason can’t quite keep between his teeth. Teases the soft skin with a prick of teeth.

Jason’s eyes are shut tight, his body one hard line against Dick’s. No point putting this off any longer. Slade’s aching so badly it hurts.

He presses his teeth in until he tastes blood again and Jason softens beneath him. It’s not quite surrender but Slade doesn’t care - he’s wound too tight from Jason’s skin against him, his blood on his tongue, the heavy press of his scent in the room.

Slade pulls himself up a little, settling more easily on his knees. One hand goes to the back of Jason’s neck, holding him firmly against Dick. The other tugs his hips up to meet Slade. For a suspended moment Slade just holds him there, against the hard, hot promise of his cock, and Jason lets him, strangely slack beneath his hands.

That changes when Slade shifts, cock sliding through the cleft of the young alpha’s ass, catching against his rim with a delightful burst of sensation. Jason immediately goes tense.

“No.” It’s a strangled, airless little thing, but no less desperate for it. “No, no, Slade-“

Slade just leans down and nips at Jason’s jaw, pulling a little growl from his chest that has Jason shuddering underneath him. At this angle, Slade can’t really see his face, but he catches Dick’s eyes, wide and dark. There’s a filmy, shiny quality to them - the promise of tears.

“Sl’de,” the omega is almost slurring. The thick arousal in the air and the bite must be affecting him worse than Slade had expected. “Don’t do this. God - don’t. Please.”

Slade ignores them both. Presses his cock into the furled muscle of Jason’s entrance and pushes in without any more preamble.

At first there’s resistance. Jason is tight and dry and tense, with no omega slick to ease the way, and Slade, as vain as it sounds to say it himself, is bigger than the average alpha. The only concession Jason is getting are the wet beads of pre-cum welling at the tip of his cock. It’s not enough. But Jason can take it. He’s going to have to take it.

He presses harder and something gives, then Slade is sinking into soft, dry heat, so tight that it hurts - and Slade can’t deny he likes that too.

Jason cries out, sharp and pained. Tries to strangle the sound, clenching his teeth so hard that Slade can hear his jaw creak, but it still hisses from between his lips. Beneath him, Dick sobs, surprisingly loud, even with the sound Jason had made. The fledgling tears burst into life. Slade smells salt as they slide over Dick’s cheeks - salt and blood and fear.

He groans, so low in his throat it’s almost a growl, as he sheathes himself inside Jason. Dick echoes it with another croon, tight and shaky with anger, and he scrubs his cheek against the young alpha’s face, smearing tears across his skin, trying to press his own scent against him.

Jason’s head jerks, as if he isn’t sure whether to pull away or bury himself closer to the offered comfort. A choked whine slips out. When Slade pulls out, his breath catches in a gasp that mutates into a sound too strangled to be a proper scream as he forces his way back in again.

It’s perfect: the tight, wet heat of Jason sheathed around his cock, blood slicking the way as Slade picks up speed. The horror on Dick’s face as each thrust rocks Jason down against him. The way he alternates between snarling up at Slade and pressing desperate, kittenish licks and kisses to any part of Jason he can reach. The way Jason has gone still and silent underneath Slade, biting his lip against any more of those wounded noises so hard that Slade can smell another bloom of blood.

Maybe it’s the scent of heat in the air. Or the blood. Or the metallic smell of both their fear. But Slade feels wild, almost out of control, as if he might slip into a rut at any moment. It lends an almost frantic strength to his thrusts. Every sharp snap of his hips drives the breath from the two bodies underneath him. The whole bed shakes, shunting across the floor with the power of his movements. The primal, animalistic part of Slade is crowing at such an obvious show of strength. Purring at the thought of the two warm bodies under him, totally under his control, utterly dominated.

“Fuck,” he manages. Shifts his grip at Jason’s neck to press his thumb hard into the swollen scent gland behind the kid’s ear. Jason groans at the pressure, although it’s difficult to tell whether the sound is pleasure or pain. “God, you’re tight. So fucking good for me.”

Jason makes a small, protesting sound but it’s drowned out by the snarl that tears free from Dick’s throat. The worst of the bite must have passed now. Slade doesn’t mind, he gets a little thrill from the pure hatred burning in Dick’s blue eyes.

“Fuck you,” Dick snarls, low and throaty and wet with tears. “I’m going to fucking kill you Slade.”

Slade just smirks. “No you aren’t, sweetheart. You’re going to lie there and look pretty and know that this is all your fault. If it weren’t for your heat, you wouldn’t be in this situation and you know it.”

The glare that Dick fixes on him has electricity shooting straight to Slade’s cock. He can’t help a fluttering little moan, curling over Jason’s broad back as heat pools in his gut. The sudden rush of pleasure takes him a little by surprise. Normally it takes far longer to get to this point - the promise of his orgasm warm under his skin. He can feel his knot start to swell at the base of his cock, stretching Jason further with every thrust.

Jason must feel it too. He gasps, trembles, lets out a frightened little whimper that Slade has only heard from alphas who know they’re about to die before.

“No,” he gasps. The word is small and weak. Broken. But Jason struggles with renewed energy. Slade just holds him more firmly, pressing his thumb so hard into his gland that anyone else would likely be paralysed. “No, Slade - God - don’t - I can’t. I can’t.”

“Yes you can,” Slade snarls. “You can take it. You can take my knot.”

Normally, Slade wouldn’t knot an alpha. Even alphas who come to his bed willingly can become violent if their instincts flare and it’s never a good idea to be tied and vulnerable. And Slade doesn’t actually have much experience with alphas who don’t want to be on his knot, but tying himself to someone who actively wants to kill him can never be a good idea.

Except...the scent of Dick’s heat is affecting Slade. The overwhelming smell of slick and fear that Dick’s been pumping out from the beginning is calling to something primal that Slade usually barely registers as existing. Telling him to knot and breed and claim. Slade doesn’t think he could stop this knot if he tried.

“Knot?” Dick, small and strangled and desperate. “No, Slade. He’s an alpha. Please, he’s an alpha, you’ll kill him. You can’t…”

Slade snaps his teeth, pulling a growl that sounds demonic even to him. “I can.”

It’s getting more difficult to pull out with every thrust as Slade’s knot swells. Jason’s body is a vice around him, so tight that it does feel as if Slade will tear him in two at any second. He’s fighting in genuine panic now, thrashing against Slade’s grip, whimpering on every breath. Dick seems just as frantic, snarling like a dog, angry tears still streaming down his cheeks.

“Take it,” Slade growls. He drags his thumb down to press over the ragged bite wound that’s left of the scent gland beneath Jason’s jaw instead. Trying to get him to relax just enough to let Slade in. It doesn’t matter to Slade if he tears apart, but the kid is so tight that Slade isn’t sure if he’ll even get in. “Take it, you-“

Dick lunges, pulling hard against his cuffs with a metallic bang. Pain spears through Slade’s hand as sharp teeth close around the thumb against Jason’s neck and tear.

Slade roars. Lets go of Jason’s hip to close his free hand around Dick’s throat and slam him back into the bed. There’s blood on Dick’s teeth as he bares them in fury, choking on nothing as Slade’s grip tightens hard enough to cut off his air. Jason jerks, trying to use the distraction to pull away from Slade, but the pain isn’t enough to stop him twisting his fingers into Jason’s thick curls and yanking his head up. From this angle, Jason must be able to see Dick’s face and Dick his in turn. It gives Slade a little thrill to imagine the pain and horror the omega must see there.

The pain and the thrill are enough to send Slade over the edge. He slams into Jason one final time, grinding himself so deep that he imagines Jason can feel the bulge of his cock in his stomach. Groaning low and guttural in his throat. The urge to bite is like a siren’s call and Slade does nothing to resist it. Clamps his jaws over the already ragged skin of Jason’s neck, deep enough to know that this will scar. That his mark will be on Jason for the rest of his life.

Something tears, hot blood rushing over Slade’s cock in a sick imitation of an omega’s slick. Jason screams a piercing, jagged sound of agony that has Slade’s cock throbbing as his knot locks in place and the first gush of come spurts deep into the younger alpha.

Slade stays like that for a long time, holding Jason tight against him with one hand, keeping Dick pinned to the bed with the other. He doesn’t unlock his jaws until he’s sure that Dick is in danger of passing out if he doesn’t get air soon, savouring the thick blood on his tongue, the way Jason has gone utterly boneless despite the pain. Then he pulls back a little, freeing Jason’s flesh from the mercy of his bite, relinquishing his grip on Dick’s neck to a loose hold rather than a choke.

Dick gasps, dragging in a wet, ragged breath before letting it out in a sob. Slade lets his fingers rub idly over Dick’s glands, swollen and sensitive from his heat. The omega twitches under the attention, letting out another shaky sob before Slade slides his hand up to Dick’s curls, pushing them away from his sweat-soaked forehead.

“See,” Slade murmurs, his voice almost a purr. The throb of his orgasm sends languid waves of pleasure through his body with every spurt of his seed into Jason and it makes him a little indulgent. “You can be good. Can’t you sweetheart?”

Dick turns his face away from Slade’s hand, his expression tense. He tries to press himself against the bleeding wound of Jason’s neck, but Slade uses his grip on Dick’s hair to drag him back, holding him still whilst Slade presses their mouths together in a hard kiss. Dick could bite, but he won’t. Not whilst Slade is tied to his brother. Not knowing the damage he could do.

The kiss is salty with the tears streaming across Dick’s face. Wet and sloppy. Dick lies perfectly still underneath him, not resisting but not returning the kiss. That’s fine by Slade. He’s had his fun anyway.

Still, when they break apart, Slade uses his grip to turn Jason’s head towards him too. For a moment, he isn’t actually sure if the kid is conscious. His face is slack and so pale it’s almost white. But his eyelids flutter and when Slade licks into his mouth, he lets out a whimper that Slade might expect from a kicked dog.

“There,” Slade murmurs. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? You took me like a good little whore, didn’t you?”

Jason doesn’t reply. Most likely, he’s disappeared into that pretty little head of his, overwhelmed by the pain and the shock of everything. Slade doesn’t care about that particularly, either. Like he said, he’s had his fun.

Dick does react, letting loose a weak little growl. Slade just pets through his curls. He doesn’t stop him when Dick turns his head away from Slade’s heavy gaze again. This time, the omega noses up under his brother’s jaw without Slade’s interference.

“It’s OK Jason,” he murmurs, as if he expects Slade not to hear. He presses a soft kiss to the curve of Jason’s jaw, his cheekbone, the corner of his mouth. “It’ll be OK. He’ll be gone soon. We’ll be just fine.”

When Jason doesn’t react to Dick either, the omega lets out a distressed whine. Slade chuckles. Feels Dick stiffen at the sound.

“That’s sweet kid.” Another wave of orgasm swells and crashes and Slade gives a contented moan. That’s the last one though, Slade thinks. He can feel his knot starting to soften. Dick’s face tenses with disgust. Funny, Slade hadn’t thought it was possible for the kid to look more constipated.

“Well that was fun.”

He gives Dick’s curls one last friendly stroke. Rubs his cheek over Jason’s in a final scenting, enjoying the idea of leaving his mark on the kid, before he pulls away. His knot is still big enough to resist as Slade tugs it free and it hurts a little, but Slade is done with this now. He’s never been one to soak in the afterglow. It must hurt Jason too, because he twitches and whimpers and Dick croons in a shaky attempt to soothe him.

“I’ll take what I came for,” Slade says, casually, as he tucks himself back into his armour. There’s blood still streaked across his cock, but Slade’s never minded getting his armour a little bloody.

Dick glares as Slade saunters across the room, sliding open one of the desk drawers and retrieving the little flash drive taped up underneath it with nimble fingers. Bats - so predictable.

“I’ll be taking this. Enjoy the rest of your heat, Grayson.”

Dick’s voice is small and shaky when he asks: “Aren’t you going to untie us?”

“You’re Bats aren’t you?” Slade asks, one leg already out of the window. The fresh air outside is doing wonders to clear his head. He hadn’t realised quite how thick the scent in the room had gotten. “You’ll be fine.”

Dick’s growl follows him out.

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ibroughtanarsenal · 4 years

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jailbird.

WHO: Roy @ibroughtanarsenal and Jason @thatsjasonfkntodd WHERE: Roy’s apartment WHEN: May 17th, 2020 WHAT: Jason reveals his plan to Roy and Roy is mad af

Jason: The conversation he was going to have to have with Roy wasn’t one that he relished. He didn’t have a lot of time, Roy was still recovering from a gunshot wound, and he knew even before starting it that what he was going to do...sucked. To put it mildly. He could hardly believe he was going to do it himself, and he wasn’t so sure that he had the logic to prop up his reasoning for going through with it. He just had to. He’d already decided.

He’d sent a single text to tell him that he was on his way over and to leave the window unlocked, only hoping that he was awake to see it. Either way, he could get himself inside. Once his feet hit the ground, he closed and latched the window behind him and unclipped his mask to sit it on Roy’s coffee table.

“We’ve gotta talk.” He knew it sounded dour, but it was. “I don’t have a lot of time.” Roy: The buzzing of his phone woke him up. Roy managed to get to the window and unlock it, but instead of going back to bed he settled on the couch. The hospital released him with a prescription of pills that he didn't fill. He felt proud of himself for that, actually, even though something made him keep the paper. There was nothing wrong with holding onto it, he reasoned - especially because it proved that he had the ability to resist the temptation every day.

He started to say something when Jason came in, a joke about the window, maybe, but it was immediately forgotten. "...What? What do you mean? What's going on?" His immediate thought was that someone found him. Wayne Manor 2.0 could only offer so much protection. Jason: Jason sank down onto the couch next to him and turned to the side so that he was facing Roy. He wasn’t usually one for overly serious conversation, even though he’d been stuck in several recently, but he kind of had to have one. “I’m turning myself in to the GCPD. It’s a long story...” he sighed, dragging his teeth over his bottom lip, “but we got hold of Deathstroke, this whole big plan, and he’ll walk if they don’t have a reason to keep him. I’m the reason.” Roy: "...What?? What are you talking about? Deathstroke?" Roy knew he was in town after everything that happened. He knew Deathstroke and Jason had both been involved with the incident at the docks. "Why would you turn yourself in because of him? Who cares if they keep him or not? Jason, they never fucking keep Deathstroke. His lawyers will get him off in a heartbeat. And you'll still be there, some sitting duck? Fuck that." Jason: It wasn’t really his business to air Dick’s dirty laundry to Roy, but at the same time...how the fuck had the Titans not known what was going on? Dick hadn’t been subtle enough to shake off Bruce, who he wasn’t even around, and the Titans had been around both of them on a regular basis. Surely Roy wouldn’t be totally shocked.

“Because Dick needs him to stay, and I can do it. Even his lawyers aren’t going to shake off an eye witness and participant. Deathstroke and Dick have...a fucked up history,” he gave Roy a pointed look as he said so, “and I can fix something.”

Jason tugged off his gloves and tossed them onto the table beside his mask so he could run his hands down his face. “Besides, I shot him in the neck with a tranq dart and stole his sword,” he gestured vaguely toward the visible hilt of the katana and finally managed a little smirk, “so if I let him walk we’re all a little fucked.” Roy: "Jason. Trust me. They will. They'll say it was someone else in Deathstroke's outfit or... something. You know how many times we saw him get off on some ridiculous technicality or argument? He's... slippery. It's not worth it."

Roy's eyes narrowed and he scoffed. "I knew it. Wally too. I mean... we didn't know know, but we suspected." Dick wasn't as subtle as he seemed to think he was. "This... this isn't going to fix anything, Jason. You're just fucking yourself over with the hope that the charges might stick this time. And they won't."

Shaking his head, he reached up to grab his arm. "You're worse off in jail. Everyone's going to know where you are. You already have a target on your back. This is fucking insane, don't you get that?" Jason: Jason shook his head. “You’re oversimplifying it. You know me giving them testimony isn’t going to be easy to scratch out, you just don’t want me to do it.” And Dick had warned him not to go to the station, too, but they were both thinking with their damn feelings and not about what would work. Dick didn’t even realize what he was doing, or at least he hadn’t when Jason had walked away.

“I’ve got a target on my back anyway. I had to move back into Bruce’s fucking manor, so it’s not like I’m exactly free and clear even on the outside. Besides...I made it through Arkham Asylum, didn’t I? And I was in prison in Gotham. I can handle it.” He didn’t know if he was saying that more for Roy or for himself, but either way the point was the same. He reached up and wrapped his fingers around Roy’s wrist. “I can handle it. I’ll figure it out while I’m in there, until I can get out.” And he would, one way or another. Roy: Roy resisted the urge to groan. "You're a murderer, Jaybird. In the eyes of the law. How much do you think your testimony is going to be worth? It isn't gold, I'll tell you that. They'll pin it all on you. You'll go to prison for a million years, and then what? Waste away? What are you going to do, plead insanity? Star City Asylum? I have a feeling that's not much better." His voice was rising even though he was trying to stay calm for the purpose of having a discussion. "You can't handle this. This isn't... something to handle. This is serious shit." Jason: “You know I can actually afford lawyers too, right? I’m not exactly going to go into this with a public defender or something.” He wasn’t an idiot. The only thing he was confessing to were the murders at the docks, likely under the guise of self defense or...something. Something he’d pay someone else to figure out for him, just like Slade did.

Jason swallowed and let go of Roy’s wrist. “I’m not going to waste away anywhere. If I can’t get off, I’ll get out some other way. I’m not going into this like I’m trying to atone for something or do real time for it. I just want something to stick to this fucking guy, even if it’s only a single charge.” It was as difficult as he’d figured it would be to try to explain why, exactly. “I need to do this, Roy.” Roy: "I know that, but that doesn't mean you'll win. It's a huge risk." Roy had seen Deathstroke escape justice so many times that he couldn't conceive of the guy actually answering for something. It just didn't happen.

He just stared at him. "Why? Fuck, Jason, tell me something I can understand!" It was so out of left field that he didn't know why Jason would do it or what he got from it, unless it was possible he felt some sort of guilt for what he did at the docks. Roy didn't think that had anything to do with it, and the oddness of the situation left him even more confused than before. Jason: “We don’t know what contract got him to Star City, but Dick and I think maybe it’s on us. As in, all of us. Batman and the Robins.” Jason pressed his lips together again and looked back at Roy. “Can’t take the risk. Dick doesn’t want him killed, and we’re not going to know if we’re right or not until he makes a move.” Maybe he should have led with that, but it was all speculation. They didn’t actually know if it was for them or something entirely unrelated, but Jason didn’t exactly want to figure it out. Dick had said he’d been willing to take a buyout, but Jason wasn’t so confident. Especially if the original buyer upped their offer.

“I’m sorry, Roy. I really...” he let out a deep sigh, “I know this sucks, and you can think I’m an idiot if you want to, but I’m not letting somebody think they can just pick us off.” Especially not someone who had already compromised one of them to the point that Dick was. “And I know it’s bad timing.” Jason wasn’t so self absorbed that he wasn’t aware of that, which was why he’d left Tim and Dick to see him before he did anything.

Half expecting Roy to shove his hand away, he reached out and pushed the other’s hair away with it. “I’ll figure it out. I’m not just fucking off again.” Roy: Roy opened his mouth to say something else, but it snapped shut with a click at the suggestion that the hit could be on the entire family. Narrowing his eyes, he considered the possibility of that being true, because if it were the case, the payout would be huge, but the chances of Slade succeeding were slim to none. "Wouldn't he have started picking you off already? I mean... fuck." He grit his teeth. "If you got him arrested, he'll be after you anyway. This is..." It was fucked. He didn't even know how to combat a decision he didn't seem to have any say in.

"Bad timing? You're turning everything upside down on a hunch." It wasn't good enough. He reached up as if he'd push Jason's hand back, but grabbed his wrist instead. "You're not doing this. I'm not going to let you do this. It's fucking insane, and you can't actually think it's what anyone else would want you to do. They're not going to go easy on you just because you're Bruce Wayne's kid. They'll expect the best lawyers. Jason, come on, please." Jason: “He just got all of our names. Joker handed them to him on a silver platter. There’s not been much opportunity since.” The only one he had easy access to was Dick, and there was no way he’d be the first target Slade took out.

“I don’t bank on being Bruce Wayne’s kid to get me out of a damn thing,” he shot back. That had nothing to do with it. Bruce had nothing to do with Red Hood, other than being the catalyst for his existence, and Jason didn’t expect shit from him. “My mind’s made up. But I wanted to see you first.” The next time he did, if Roy bothered at all, would probably be through bars or plexiglass. Roy: Roy didn't let go of Jason's wrist. "Why? What's the point in seeing me at all if you've already made up your mind? I don't get any say. Your decisions affect people, don't you get that? Doesn't it matter what I think? What I want?" Maybe he was being selfish, but he didn't understand what good this would do. Normally he could be the optimistic one, but he'd dealt with Slade Wilson and all the failed attempts to get charges to stick. He knew how pointless it was. Jason: Jason hesitated for a long stretch, not sure if he really should say what he wanted to. Even he knew it was selfish. He did it anyway, because ultimately...he needed to, and Roy deserved to hear it once. “Because I love you,” he answered in a low voice, swallowing hard enough for it to be visible in his throat, “and I wanted to be here before I did it.”

Even in the time they’d been together the first go around, Jason had never actually hit a point where he’d said that to him. He’d known it for awhile. Hell, he’d known it when he talked to Dick even if he’d insisted to himself that he wasn’t sure. If it got ruined when he went to the SCPD then he deserved that, but he’d still wanted to say it first. Roy: That was probably the last thing Roy expected Jason to say. He was so shocked he almost let go of him, but at the last second he retained his grip. "If you think I'm letting you do this now, you're insane."

Roy suspected he'd loved Jason for years, but it was something he didn't acknowledge until more recently. He was guarded against that type of thing - and not knowing Jason's thoughts made it difficult to break down that wall. The incident at the park brought him close to saying it, but he decided against it at the last minute.

His grip slipped down to Jason's hand and he leaned forward where he was sitting, resting his forehead against their hands. "If I refuse an answer if you do this, will that make you stay?" Jason: Jason had never been good with ultimatums. He rejected them every time on principle, and even though that wasn’t what he wanted to do to Roy right then, he wasn’t going to change his mind, either. If he didn’t want to say it back, Jason couldn’t wring it out of him (nor did he want to), but he’d...hoped.

“...No,” he answered after a long beat. His chest felt tight when he looked at him, and some voice in the back of his head was definitely berating him for being a moron. “I have to do it.” Roy: "Fuck." Roy laughed softly, but the sound was more like a huff. He didn't expect Jason to give in, but the fact that he would go through with this regardless of anything he had to say just because he was stubborn made him angry enough to see red. He closed his eyes. "I love you too, but I won't forgive you for this." Jason: “Yeah...yeah, I figured that much. As long as not forgiving me doesn’t mean this is you calling it quits.” Because like he said, he had no intentions of staying in jail, one way or the other, but if Roy was telling him that won’t forgive you meant done then...maybe his conviction would waver a little.

Jason moved his hand enough in Roy’s grip to get his palm against the other’s cheek. “Can you not be pissed at me for a couple of minutes?” Because, whether he intended to stay in jail or not, he was still going to be stuck there long enough for some kind of trial. He didn’t know how long it would take, and he highly doubted he was going to have much leeway with visitors. He wanted a few minutes with him, selfish as that was. Roy: Roy rolled his eyes. “Don’t give me any ideas.” Even if it might be tempting, he wouldn’t resort to threats just to get Jason to change his mind about this stupid plan. He did think Jason meant what he said about getting out of the situation somehow, but he also had no doubt the same thing would happen for Deathstroke.

But like it or not, Jason was doing this. It didn’t matter what he had to say about it. “Fine,” he finally said tersely, his jaw clenched, but then he sighed and sat up a little, but not enough to actually pull away from the touch. “Come here.” Jason: Normally he would’ve pushed back against the eye rolling, which he reserved only for himself, but he didn’t want to waste time on bickering if he could ignore it. So he ignored it. His fingers curled more pointedly against Roy’s cheek and he moved close enough to him on the couch to lean and kiss him. He wanted to pull him in or onto his lap or really anything, but he wasn’t unaware of the still-new gunshot wound he was dealing with. The last thing he wanted to do was make that worse before he left, somehow. Roy: Even though his arm was still in a sling, Roy wasn't going to let that stop him from sliding his arm around the back of Jason's waist and pulling him closer. Kissing him was a nice way to avoid what was, he realized now, inevitable, and he wondered how long he could distract Jason with it. He didn't care about his shoulder right now. If it hurt after this, then maybe he'd go get that damn medication filled. It suddenly seemed like a nice way to numb out the rest of the day. Jason: With everything that had been going on since Roy was shot, Jason hadn’t been able to spend much time there. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t wanted to. He was not a terrible caretaker, all things considered, even if he would’ve never admitted that was what he was there to do. Roy would get along without it, though, and Jason was trying not to focus on the idea that anyone who came for Red Hood might make a detour for Arsenal, since the likelihood of Roy’s identity staying secret for long was next to none. He could look out for himself, and it wasn’t like Dick wouldn’t, too.

He just focused on the present, and his kisses might have got a little desperate along the way. A few minutes in, he pulled back and kept his eyes closed. “I’ve gotta go.” The longer he waited, the more time Slade’s lawyers had to work. Roy: Maybe it was reckless not to worry about his own identity, but Roy was operating on the idea that he was a low tier vigilante. He didn't have connections to Bruce Wayne and he hadn't been linked with Oliver for so long that he didn't think he'd be relevant enough for exposure. His work with Red Hood was something to worry about, but there was nothing to be done about that. It wasn't like he had anywhere to go. He wasn't about to leave the city now that Jason was going to be jailed for the foreseeable future. It was the perfect opportunity for the people targeting him to show up and take him out.

His hand against Jason's back tightened when he pulled back and he shook his head, exhaling in a shaky breath. "No you don't." He didn't have to do anything. Maybe Roy already lost the argument, but that didn't mean he was going to act like this was the right decision. Jason: Maybe he owed Roy every explanation that he had, but it just seemed pointless to offer more when none of it was going to get him to really understand that he needed to do what he was going to do. Whether it was the potential of Deathstroke’s contract being for them, knowing Dick needed to be kept away from him, or just the sense of obligation he had lingering after Dick told him that he’d killed Joker...all the signs pointed the same way. He had to turn himself in.

Jason learned to kiss Roy one more time and lingered close to him as he spoke again. “Yeah, I do. I love you,” he needed to say it again just to do it. “I’ll talk to you soon.”

With that, he pulled away and grabbed the Red Hood mask and his gloves off the table. He had to leave before Roy really did manage to get him to change his mind. In a few more seconds, he was out the window.

#c: discord #jason todd #roy harper

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centralcitysfinest-rp · 5 years

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The tattered and desolate remains of Blüdhaven stood valiant against the growing restoration. Boards and planks rose from the ground amidst the now settling soot. Visions of a new world sat hungrily on the moistened brow of the man who’s affixed his desires to rid the wayward of their injustice. The stage has been set and the sacrificial martyrs sinners have been chosen. Their blood will ignite the flames.

A circular fixture affixed to the deserted Municipal Sewage Treatment in the middle of city open the stage for the grandiose display of bloody sportsmanship. A Gauntlet of champions that will go down in history.

Who’s dauntless enough to finish the job?

Tim Drake ( @redrobinxdrake ) watches from his gilded perch behind the wall of screens giving a window into the six by six cells. Each one outfitted with a filtering system releasing fear toxins into the air and nano-chips injected into each subjects skin to monitor their vitals. At the strike of midnight the cell door would open and he would watch blood fight blood to the end. Talia’s ghosting presence offered him a reminder of what needs to be lost for the world to find peace.

Bruce Wayne ( @thxdarkxstknight ) fights the sounds of laughter echoing through the base of his skull coupled with the jarring sounds of sirens simulated to place him in center of where destiny marred him. A ghoulish depiction of the night the Joker stole into his life. The low radiating pounding of brick meeting brick with the potent scent of gun powder. Every frame of his delusion depicted the lose of another member of his family. Barbara’s chair left vacant. Dick’s discarded and bloody unitard with the fraying letters ‘Flying Grayson’. Damian’s distant cry for his father’s help. Tim’s fall from the building set on replay. Stephanie and Alfred buried beneath the rumble of the manor. Finally Jason’s bodied body in his arms with the tattered ‘R’ His fist clench at the realization that he was truly alone. The laughter intensifies and that when he notices the menacing man of his nightmares staring back at him through the frosted glass of his cell.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the frosted glass, Jason Todd ( @outlawintheredhood ) breathes in the quaking chaos of his own slow unraveling mind. The blacked out insignia burned into the ground by his feet. The bat symbol. The scolding voice that reminded him of his past transgressions played on repeat and melded with the gentle voice of Catherine Todd. She begged for the boy to return to her before the slicing edge of silence followed. Before Jason could fight the delusion, it shifted. The broken windows of the row mirrored in his vision. A sea of needles and laughter echoed before the Joker appeared. His lopsided grin curled up ruthlessly as his gloved fingers passed tenderly over Shelia Heywood’s cheek. You will never be rid of me unless you put the helmet on, Arkham Knight. The lights dimmed before darkness swallowed up the image of his birth mother for the heralding sound of her screams.

Jason Todd and Bruce Wayne’s cells are adjacent to one another. The rippling rage to avenge the fallen burn through their veins while they stare into the eyes of the transgressor: The Joker. The doors release between their cells and the game begins.

On the other side of the complex, Barbara Gordon ( @ixamxbatgirl )stands in the imagined ruins of her apartment. The bloodstains from the brutal evening when her world shifted. A heart wrenching chorus of sobs resonated deeply within her. Her father’s voice rattling up between the solid walls that encased her misery. Stepping through the door, she is surrounded by basinets with the darling sound of babies cooing. Walking through the rows in search for her niece or nephew, she noticed the empty shallow of one of the basinets. Her heart sank at the thought of the mother who didn’t get to bring home their beautiful child. The name tag illuminated beneath the yellow lights: Gordon. For a moment she was lost until the loud rapping on the glass brought her attention back towards the window where expecting parents waited. There was the man who stole everything from her holding a swaddle of blankets with the familiar Wayne family crest. Darting forward, she banged on the glass of her cell.

Strapped down to the floor via metal shackles, Dick Grayson ( @dickxgrayscn ) awakes to the endless loop of his fallacies. The roaring sound of the crowd with the wafting scent of peanuts and popcorn attacked his senses. A glorious big top reaching far into the sky with it’s yellow and red strips; it almost felt like it was spinning. His eyes lifted to the pair of flying acrobats dipping and flipping from the taut string. With each stunt, the crowd’s excitement grows. In an instant, the air felt like it was being pulled from beneath him. He knew this moment. The fraying edge of the trapeze snapped and the two graceful Grayson fell from grace. He struggled against the chains to save them but the cell went dark. The sputtering sounds of an injured man replaced the dull roar of the big top. A crowd of angry people crowded around Blockbuster while he slowly decayed into the unforgiving ground. Every second he watched another one of his sins repeat without any room for him to change it.

Barbara Gordon and Dick Grayson’s cells are adjacent to one another. The rippling rage to avenge the fallen burn through their veins while they stare into the eyes of the transgressor.. The doors release between their cells and the game begins.

Disgruntled and vengeful, Rose Wilson ( @ravager-rosie ) stood on the literal edge of the rooftop on the outskirts of Ivy Town. A slew of skilled warriors swarmed every corner of it. Betrayed by her employer, the young bounty needed a miracle to come out of this on the other side and prevent the reckoning. Too many souls have been put on the line; souls of those she c a r e d about. In the distance, the glinting edge of a blade sliced through the air with the faintest blur of the glossy orange helmet appeared. Slade Wilson. Daddy Dearest. Anna Loring (@ccfeclipse ) from below notes the chaos that raging above. Bruce’s odd request prompted her to follow behind Tim and Rose on their pursuits into Ivy Town. All the innocent people subject to the dark violence up top broke something inside of her. She promised herself that she would never allow herself to be helpless. The rousing spirit of her rearing in Nanda Parbat reawakened in and propelled her to aid the two Wilsons.

Stephanie Brown (@ccfstephaniebrown), forever the unluckiest gal, waited below in wings. Her suspicions and tracking on Barbara brightened and dimmed once she entered city limits. Far too pregnant to act, she flees towards the center of the city with one last trump card to play; all in hopes to recover the soul of the father of her child.

#ccfdauntlessordie #ccfevents #ccfevent #tw: imagined death #tw: infertility #tw: violence

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thedcdunce · 5 years

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Alfred Pennyworth

“We soldier on undaunted, you and I, Master Bruce. And if I may say so, sir... I couldn't beg, borrow or steal a finerway to live my life.” - Alfred Pennyworth

Gender: Male

Height: 6′ 0″

Weight: 160 lbs (73 kg)

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Black/ Balding

Abilities:

Acting

Hand-to-Hand Combat (Advanced)

Leadership

Medicine

Military Protocol

Mimicry

Stick Fighting

Tactical Analysis

Universe: New Earth

Base of Operations:

Wayne Manor

Batcave

Gotham City

Parents:

Slade Wilson; father

Lili Worth; mother

Citizenship: British

Marital Status: Single

Occupation:

Butler

Caretaker

Actor

Field Medic

Government Agent

Education: College educated

First Appearance: Detective Comics #567 (October, 1986)

Last Appearance: Batman #713 (October, 2011)

Abilities

Acting

Hand-to-Hand Combat (Advanced)

Leadership

Medicine: A former field medic, Alfred is capable of performing minor surgery and stitching wounds for the members of the Batman Family.

Military Protocol

Mimicry

Stick Fighting

Tactical Analysis

Origin

Alfred Pennyworth is the British butler and valet to the Wayne Family. He took up the role of legal guardian of Bruce Wayne after the murder of Thomas and Martha Wayne.

Born under the name of Alfred Beagle, he grew up in England and joined the army once he became of age. He served in various conflicts all over the world, gaining skill as a field medic. After retiring from the army he became an actor, and later a teacher for the MI5, instructing its agents in subterfuge through the use of stagecraft. During this time Alfred received a special mission, loaning his services to the MI7. After this mission ended, Alfred was forced to retire from service, adopt a new identity and move to the United States of America. Alfred legally changed his last name to Pennyworth and started working as a butler for the Wayne Family, carrying over the family tradition, per his father's dying wish.

After several months, Alfred voices the desire to return home to continue acting. However, these plans are forgotten when young Master Wayne returns home from school early after being bullied. Alfred teaches Bruce how to defeat the bully strategically rather than using brute force. Armed with Alfred's tutelage, young Bruce manages to take care of his bully problem. Alfred stays on as the family butler at Bruce's request.

After the murder of Thomas and Martha Wayne, Alfred was named Bruce's legal guardian, however, social services combated the will thinking that Bruce should not be raised by a servant. However, Bruce managed to remain in Alfred's care by, despite his young age, bribing the social service agent into allowing Alfred to raise him.

Alfred raises young Bruce Wayne together with Dr. Leslie Thompkins a close friend and colleague of Thomas Wayne. Later, Bruce decided to travel abroad and Alfred stayed at Wayne Manor and begins a short lived romance with Dr. Leslie Tompkins.

Batman and Robin

Alfred remained as the sole guardian of Wayne Manor until the eventual return of Bruce Wayne, after many years of study and training. It is on his return that he supports Bruce's plan to take back Gotham City from the criminals and helps him as best he can. Alfred tends to Bruce's wounds after his first outing, but only after Bruce discovers a bat in the study that inspires him to don a costume to strike fear into criminals. When Lieutenant Gordon and his wife pay a visit to Wayne Manor while doing some investigation about the "Batman", Alfred helps Bruce disguise himself as a self-absorbed playboy millionaire and thus escaped suspicion of Bruce's "involvement" in Batman's attacks against the city mob.

After a successful first year, Alfred became the most trusted ally of the Batman, often providing everything to make the Dark Knight's quest easier. In the same was as Alfred as a father figure for Bruce, who he considered as his own son, he also played an important role in the inclusion of Dick Grayson as Bruce Wayne's ward and his smooth transition to become Robin, the Boy Wonder. However, in an effort to rectify past mistakes made with Bruce, Alfred tried his best to be a friend to Dick, more than he ever was for Bruce. As a result of this conscious effort, Alfred kept tabs on Tony Zucco, the man who killed Dick's parents and he would always plea the parole board to keep the criminal locked in prison once he was captured by Batman and Robin. Alfred did this for eleven years, keeping the truth from Dick and Bruce, but in the last year, his efforts were in vain and Zucco was released. Although Alfred considered this a deep personal failure, all unfinished business between Zucco, Dick and Bruce were promptly solved.

Enter Tim Drake

Alfred remained the most trusted ally of Batman and Robin, even after Dick Grayson's separation from the team after six years and during Jason Todd's time as The Boy Wonder until his death at the hands of the Joker. However, Alfred played a vital role in the introduction of Tim Drake into the Batman's life. When Dick Grayson brought Tim to Wayne Manor, Alfred was shocked to learn that Tim had deduced everything about Batman and Robin. When Dick joined Batman as Nightwing and fell for a deadly trap prepared by Two-Face, Alfred allowed Tim to wear the Robin costume and he took the youngster to Batman's location, where the two of them confronted the crook. Their initial confrontation allowed Batman and Nightwing to capture Two-Face shortly afterwards. After a succesful mission, Alfred convinced Bruce to allow Tim to become the new Robin. However, this also meant that Alfred was in charge of the initial stages of Tim's training before he could start training with Batman.

Sword of Azrael

Certain day, Bruce started investigating the case of a crime related to Carleton Lehah and apparently an avenging angel. Alfred traveled along with Bruce to Switzerland, where their helicopter was attacked by Lehah. Alfred and Bruce survived the attack and landed on the mountains, where they were attacked again, this time by the figure known as Azrael. Batman fought them away and he found a shelter to stay along with Alfred. Following their investigation, then went to a hospital where they confronted Lehah, who attacked Alfred and kidnapped Bruce. Alfred was later taken hostage by Azrael and his men, but he convinced them to work together to stop Lehah and rescue Bruce. They tracked down the villain back to America, where they rescued Bruce, but failed to capture Lehah. After this, Azrael, whose real identity was Jean-Paul Valley, joined Bruce to be trained as a vigilante.

Knightfall

Back in Gotham, Alfred noticed that Bruce wasn't the same after the moral defeat when Black Mask escaped from the law. Alfred's concern showed, specially after Batman's encounter with The General and also when he found Batman asleep on the batcave's staircase. During this trying times, Alfred was always present to tend Batman and Robin's wounds and he also tried to keep Dr. Kinsolving unaware of Bruce's strenuous activities.

Despite Bruce's intent on self-destroy, Alfred would keep reminding him about his affairs as Bruce Wayne. Alfred became aware of Bruce's decision to shut out Tim while he was working on a case against Two-Face, and he decided that Batman most certainly would need help. Alfred and Robin went looking for Two-Face and they saved Batman's life by doing so.

When the Riddler took over a TV show, Alfred took Robin to the place in the Bat-van and his assistance was essential in the capture of the madman, while Batman was trying to rescue Mayor Krol from Joker and Scarecrow. A few hours later, Tim went home and Alfred stayed alone at Wayne Manor, where he was knocked unconscious by Bane. By the time Alfred recovered, he noticed Batman was being destroyed by Bane and with all his strength, he managed to crawl out of Wayne Manor and walked to the Drake Manor, looking for Tim's help.

A few moments later, Alfred, Tim and Jean-Paul Valley rescued Batman from the streets. They pretended to be medical staff from Mercy Hospital and they took Bruce to the batcave, where Alfred did his best with the medical equipment available, but despite his efforts, Alfred knew that Bruce's back had been broken and he would be paralyzed for life. In order to give Bruce the proper medical treatment without exposing his identity, Alfred arranged for Dr. Kinsolving to come to Wayne Manor to look over Bruce. Alfred and Tim wrecked one of Bruce's cars to convince Dr. Kinsolving that Bruce had been in a car crash and he also acquired top medical equipment for Shondra to work at Wayne Manor without having to leave. A few nights later, Alfred helped Bruce after Dr. Kinsolving and Jack Drake were kidnapped and together, they started their quest to locate them, with their first destination being the island of Santa Prisca.

Resignation

Alfred and Bruce continued their quest to find Shondra and Jack Drake and after a failed rescue attempt at Santa Prisca, Alfred traveled with Bruce to his home land of England, where they tracked down Shondra and Jack with help from The Hood.

After rescuing Jack Drake, Alfred tagged along with Bruce on his search for Shondra, but they soon returned to Gotham, where doctors told Bruce to lay off. Alfred tried to get Bruce to rest, but Bruce was determined to track down Shondra and Asp, forcing Alfred to present his resignation as he wouldn't stand watching Bruce kill himself. As his last act, Alfred went to Wayne Manor to retrieve his stuff, clean the house and ask Jean-Paul to help Bruce if he could. After this, Alfred moved away from Gotham City and out of Bruce's life.

Months later, Dick Grayson tracked Alfred down to London, where he managed to convince him to return to America.

No Man's Land

His resourcefulness came to the fore during the time when Gotham was declared "No Man's Land". Batman was missing for weeks, leaving Alfred alone to watch the city. He used his skills as an actor, storyteller, medic, and spy to survive and collect information on the recently destroyed society. Alfred even used hand-to-hand combat in a rare on-panel fight sequence between him and a pair of slavers that ended with his rescue by a just-returned Batman.

War Games

After a whole year, the city was part of the country again and many changes came with it. Tim Drake stopped being Robin and Batman allowed Stephanie Brown to become the next Robin; a decision that Alfred opposed. When Stephanie was fired from the role, the greatest gang war broke out in Gotham and Tim was forced to return to his role as Robin. Alfred was responsible for giving him back his suit and welcomed him back to the Bat Family. located Nightwing after he was shot on the leg and took him to the mobile batcave. Alfred healed Nightwing and after the procedure was finished, Alfred forced Nightwing to stay in bed and prevented him from going out to battle. When the whole war was over, Alfred shared a glass of wine with Bruce and Dick, remembering past events.

Shortly after, Alfred delivered a videotape of a broadcast by Arturo Rodriguez to Bruce. The mystery behind the videotape caused Bruce to learn that someone was responsible for Stephanie's death and Alfred helped Bruce record a conversation among thugs on a night club in order to learn more about it and filtered the information for Batman. Alfred witnessed along with Bruce how the events of the War Games were solved by Bruce himself and he was glad to put it all behind.

Under the Hood

After a few days, Alfred was contacted by Lucius Fox, who was looking for Bruce. Alfred did his best to diverge Fox's attention as Bruce was extremely busy working as Batman. However, Fox went to Wayne Manor and Alfred was forced to call Bruce to talk with Fox. After the bad news about Wayne Enterprises, Alfred kept an optimistic mind, saying that Bruce won't feel the need for more gadgets and equipment than he already had. Shortly after, Bruce learned that Jason Todd was alive and became the criminal Red Hood. Alfred offered to remove Jason's Robin suit from the display case in the batcave, but Bruce wanted to keep it.

Alfred assisted Bruce on his quest to discover what happened to Jason Todd after his death and together they examined the gravesite and the coffin where Jason was buried. Alfred was concerned for Bruce's well-being and after long days of non-stop work, they discovered that there was never a body inside that coffin.

Later, Alfred received a package from Jason, delivered to Wayne Manor. Alfred took the package to the batcave and examined it thoroughly. He discovered a lock of green hair inside and an address as well. Alfred informed Batman about this and Batman asked him to run a DNA test on the green hair.

Batman R.I.P.

When Hush reappeared, he had performed a plastic surgery on his face to look identical to Bruce Wayne. With his new face, he tried to trick Alfred to let him into the Batcave, but Alfred had been warned by the real Bruce about Hush's plan and when the impostor broke into Wayne Manor, Alfred fought the villain with remarkable fighting skills for one so frail and old versus one so young. However, Hush managed to stab Alfred in the shoulder and was about to kill the faithful butler when Batman arrived. As the fight continued in the Batcave, Alfred activated the robotic T-Rex and distracted Hush long enough for Robin and Nightwing to arrive. After Hush was defeated, Alfred stitched Bruce's wounds.

Some time later, Bruce started dating Jezebel Jet and even revealed his secret to her. Tim Drake asked Alfred about Bruce's well-being and Alfred replied that it would be futile for normal people try to understand Bruce's mind. After this, Tim asked him about the DNA test between Bruce and Damian, but Alfred refused to tell him, just like he was indicated by Bruce.

A few days later, Alfred was washing the Batmobile and later he tried to heal some of Bruce's battle wounds, despite Bruce's reluctance. Bruce told Alfred about a new mysterious group called Black Glove and in order to learn more, he sent Alfred to watch and old movie by the same name. When Alfred returned home, he found the Batcave in flames and most of it, destroyed. He was soon ambushed by Le Bossu and his gargoyles, who beat Alfred to a pulp. Bruised and beaten, Alfred was held hostage by Doctor Hurt in the batcave and witnessed how the Club of Villains and the Black Glove used Batman's secret lair as their base of operations. As their hostage, Alfred endured Hurt's attacks and Scorpiana's torture methods. Shortly after, Alfred was rescued by Damian Wayne, who took Alfred out of the burning Batcave on the batmobile and they rushed towards Arkham to aid Batman, pushing an ambulance off a bridge, much to Alfred's dismay. After Batman's final disappearance, Alfred returned to the Batcave, where he found Batgirl making a list of heroes to create a team similar to the Outsiders, but with the intention of replacing Batman. Alfred suggested that the list consisted only of people seeking redemption for past actions much like Batgirl and he also suggested that she should let Nightwing be part of her plan, but ultimately she refused.

Shortly after, Alfred spotted Nightwing gliding towards Wayne Manor and he met the young hero at the Batcave, where he landed, seriously injured. Alfred performed surgery on Nightwing and removed two bullets from his shoulder, having learned the right procedure by watching Discovery Channel. Alfred dosed Nightwing, allowing him to recover and after Nightwing left the cave, Alfred analyzed the bullets and found traces of Scarecrow's Fear Toxin, leaving him no option but to inform Dick.

Alfred was present when Dick jumped from the stratosphere to Earth and witnessed the extraordinary feat along with Tim Drake. Shortly after, Alfred traveled to Japan to take care of some of Bruce's unfinished business. While in Japan, Alfred was contacted by Nightwing asking for leads on the latest case and Alfred gave him the required information.

A few days later, Alfred returned and having no one else to call, he summoned Nightwing to Gotham after Two-Face's reappearance. After the first failed attempt of capturing the villains, Alfred comforted Nightwing and told him to learn from his mistakes, just like Batman did in the beginning. When Nightwing finally decided to return to Gotham, Alfred picked him from the train station and took him home, where together with the help of Tim, they rebuilt the Batcave and agreed to continue with their mission in memory of Bruce.

Outsiders

After Batman's death, Alfred set up a new Outsiders team, in an effort to fill Batman's shoes with their combined efforts.

Alfred was concerned about Gotham's situation without Batman and he urged Nightwing to pick up the mantle of the bat and follow his mentor's steps by becoming the Batman, but Nightwing refused. Moments later, when Nightwing returned to the cave with an injured Damian, Alfred healed them both and encouraged Dick to finally become Batman. After Nightwing went to stop Jason Todd, Alfred allowed Damian to join the battle by sending him with Squire. When Dick came out victorious, Alfred, still at his service, witnessed how Grayson took the mantle of the bat and became Batman.

Some time later, Alfred learned that Vicki Vale was trying to prove a connection between Batman and Bruce Wayne. Alfred used Thomas Elliot, to impersonate Bruce and try to eliminate her suspicions. However, Vicki wasn't convinced and she went to Wayne Manor, where she revealed to Alfred that she had one of Batman's tracers to prove it all. Alfred used his acting skills to take the device away from her and avoided confirming her theory.

After Bruce Wayne's official comeback, Alfred joined Bruce on a worldwide travel to set up the Batman Incorporated organization.

Fun Facts

Alfred and Bruce started collecting first edition books after the murder of the Waynes and they kept doing it for the remaining of their time together.

He is the only member of the Batman Family that is allowed by Bruce Wayne to own a firearm.

Dick Grayson has referred to Alfred as his "best friend" on multiple occasions.

Alfred has admitted to having been drunk twice in his life; before he left England for America, and the night he left Gotham City.

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