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flamingpudding · 1 year

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Part 4 of Ghost Kid in Gotham

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How to catch a baby brother

Richard 'Dick' Greyson had a problem. It wasn't a nuclear level of problem but it also wasn't a paper cut level of problem either. Because apparently he had a baby brother no one in their family but Damien knew about. Granted Damien had confessed that said baby brother was dead and had supposedly died eight years ago.

The explanation that Talia had apparently pulled another Jason was not helpful at all. According to Damien, in response to Tims findings, there was no other way for the twin to be alive other than Talia having preserved his body and then decided after eight years to drop it into the pits. Well lets just say his opinion on that woman if it was already down in the depth it certainly was now.

Which, considering the glowing Lazarus green eyes, could mean that there was now an eight years old child running loose in the Bat Cave with Pit Madness. Not just a simple feral eight years old that looked like perfect B adoption material and so happened to be blood related.

"Guys we need a plan. We can't just let our little teethling run loose."

"Richard, do not refer to my brother as little teethling." Dick only grinned. "Well the little biter needs a nickname and until I find something else fitting its teethling. Or do you have a better suggestion?"

Sweet little Baby Bird was now glowering at him. Oh protective were we, his little brothers definitely were the cutest. He was definitely going to tease sweet little Dami about this later once the first phase of new little brother crisis was over. For now they had to find the little guy first. The Cave wasn't exactly childproof.

"Let's use Jason as bait." Tim suddenly suggested causing the second oldest to grimace. "The little guy apparently likes biting him. We could use that as an advantage."

"Absolutely fucking not." Little Wing disagreed and Dick chuckled in good humor.

"Aw come on Little Wing, this is your chance to make a bond with our new baby before any of us can."

"For once I agree with Todd. Absolutely not, who knows where he has been. I will not have my brother become sick from biting him." He would have cooed at this, if Jason's face change from surprise at the agreement to a purely offended scowl wasn't so funny.

"Okay no biting bait. But we gotta draw out the little guy and calm his Pit Rage." If that feralness the kid displayed had even anything to do with Pit Rage.Considering the glowing eyes though he would think so. Dick eyed Jasons for a moment, he didn't seem to be affected at all nor had he said anything about the Pit being upset or feeling anything strange. So maybe the little guy wasn't suffering to an extrem from it? But he had apparently been brought back by a Lazarus Pit, so the likelihood with their experiences so far was slim.

"Well we gotta find a way to secure the little guy before B comes back or Alfie finds out." Jason mentioned still scowling at Damien. "By the way, I want to be here when you guys tell B about this. I wanna see his face and make fucking sure the little biter won't be turned into another kid soldier."

"Jason." He scowled, this was definitely not the right time for that sort of discussion but he had a point, they needed to find little… what had Damien said his name was? Wait did Damien even tell them the little guy's name? They all had just been using nicknames so far.

"Dami, what's the little teethling's name again?"

"I haven't told you yet." Ah okay so he didn't have a hole in his memory. "It's Danyal, but when we were younger he didn't like the way grandfather and our teachers called his name and insisted on being called informally as Danny."

"Okay right, so we better find little Danny and get everyone together to introduce-"

"Might I ask who this 'little Danny' is, Master Dick?"

He did not scream. But his heart rate shot up with Alfred just appearing behind him like that. Really sometimes Alfred could be as bad as Cass in the ways of sneaking up on people without them knowing.

"Alfred, hey hi what are you doing down here?" He was not nervous, no he wasn't. The way the butler narrowed his eyes at him did definitely not scare him at all, nope.

"I was informed that all of you returned uninjured." Though his eyes narrowed at Jason's hand that got cut earlier and his brother instantly tried to hide it behind his back when he noticed Alfreds eyes on him. "But the four of you, despite having returned to the Cave, have not come up yet. So I was merely checking on you, to make sure nothing was wrong after all."

He gulped. Really there was no way of ever hiding anything from Alfred.

"Jason brought a child to the Cave that we found out is Damien's twin that had died eight years ago but was brought back to life and is now feral and hiding somewhere in the cave."

At least it was Timber that blurred out everything they knew so far.

"His name is Danyal." Baby Bird added and the four of them waited for Alfred's reaction.

"I see. I will go prepare one of the rooms then and inform Master Bruce to return sooner from his meeting with the Justice League then. As well as prepare for a family dinner as soon as possible, I assume. Will my help be needed in finding young Master Danyal?"

"No worries Alfie, I think I have an idea on how to draw out the little shiiii-biter. You made cookies, right?" Jason at the last minute corrected his words because of the look and Dick couldn't help but snicker.

"I indeed did. If my help is not required then I will be on my way."

Giving them all one last look over, the Butler smiled before he turned to leave. Dick, Tim and Jason let out a sigh in relief once Alfred had left again to which Damien only eyed them strangely.

A little while later Jason went to get the cookies and came back with the plate and staring at a green post-it note. "Since when does Alfie stick green post-it notes with cryptic shit on plates?"

"What?" His brother only shrugged offering the note to him. Tim was looking over his shoulder at it and the two stared at the strange writing.

"I think Cass or Steph might be pulling a prank on us? These look just like random squiggles."

"Let's leave this for later and look for the little teethling." He passed the note to Tim, noticing the curiosity in his eyes. Oh boy, he probably should make sure his little brother gets some sleep instead of trying to encrypt whatever was written on that little note all night.

"Now everyone lets take a cookie, resist eating it and go hunt down our little teethling."

Damien narrowed his eyes on him. "I told you to stop calling Danyal that." The little baby bird still took a cookie though and marched away into the bat cave. They had separated wandering through the Bat Cave trying to cover as much ground as possible and by this point Dick was ready to call for Cass to join them, maybe even wake up Duke just so they would finally find the little kid.

That was until a familiar yowl of pain resounded in the Cave. The direction made Dicks stomach sink once he remembered just what was in the Cave in this direction. "Jason!"

Once he arrived there he feared for the worst. Jason avoided the area, because B had placed their Lazarus Pit there and his brother had often said that it was one of the reasons he didn't like coming to the Cave that much anymore let alone into this area of the Cave. To hear his brothers shout of pain from that area couldn't mean anything good.

Well that was until he got to the scene. Dick didn't know how long he stood there frozen but at some point he knew he took out his phone to take some photos of what was happening. Tim was already laughing and Dick was pretty sure that Babs was most likely recording this with one of the many cameras B had in the Cave.

Jason lay with his back on the ground, with one hand his brother was still holding the cookie waving it desperately before Danny's face who was biting down on the other arm sitting on the downed vigilante's chest. Little hands gripping onto the arm in an attempt to make sure no one was taking his chewtoy away from him. Meanwhile Damien was trying to lift the little biter off Jason by holding him with his hands under the kids armpits.

"You little shit! FUCK! Come on, here is the cookie! Take the fucking cookie! OUCH FUCKING HELL! How is he resisting Alfies cookies!"

"Danyal, No! You do not know where Todd was or how dirty he is. Let go of his arm this instant. We do not want you to get sick!"

"Hey!"

This was gold, Dick decided, and would go straight to the black mail as well as family memories folder.

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takhayyul · 11 months

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cookie dough & neapolitan !!!

thank youuu, these one’s were fun to answer <3

cookie dough— do you prefer jewel tones or earth tones? (so, do you like cool toned colors more or warm, earthy colors more)

earthy tones for sure, i have so many grays, browns and greens in my closet

neapolitan— do you have a favorite scent? scents that you like in perfume, in candles, and in general?

my favourite scents include musky, floral, rose, fresh, powdery and/or woody notes.

here’s a list of some of my fav perfumes:

fleur musc - narciso rodriguez

irresistible - givenchy

comme une evidence - yves rocher

jewel - alfred sung

applejuice - zara

burberry - her

ask me some ice cream themed asks 🫶🏽

#thank youu <3 #asks

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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years

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Super (terrible) Seduction - Damian x Jon

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Requested? Yes! From the lovely: @maximumfiresoulhumanoid

“Can you do number ‘13. stop laughing this is supposed to be sexy!’ with jondami and Jon is trying to be sexy for Damian but he can't take it seriously. Thanks!”

LINK TO PROMPTS -> REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN!

Damian radiates such top energy for me so I wanted this to be Jon trying to seduce Dami and him dying even though he pretends his heart is ice - hope you enjoy thank you for the request!

Jon always demanded he and Dami hang out at the Wayne Manor. The two of them had too many ‘super hearing’ close calls at the Kent’s and Jon was scarred from his older brother teasing him about his relationship with Damian. Damian on the other hand disliked the manor due to his own brothers teasing and the lack of privacy, and though he’d never admit it, he liked the way Jon’s room smelled warm and comforting like Jon.

Being a softy for Jon always meant they ended up at the manor, slowly picking up cues on when the other wanted to go up to Damian’s room or find a spot to just be alone in each other’s presence. On rare occasion they were alone, finally in a space where they could be themselves, especially Damian whose hands were all over Jon when they were alone, holding hands, lightly stroking his hair, caressing his cheek, Damian was touch deprived and usually led physical advances.

During one afternoon alone Jon decided Damian wasn’t giving him enough attention. Slumped against the kitchen wall Jon watched Damian as he tumbled around the living room playing with Titus. Slightly jealous, Jon decided to try to get Dami to submit to him with a tactic he’d read on one of his mother’s magazines on their coffee table. He remembered something about licking his lips and looking someone up and down - knowing the way Damian thought he knew it would do the trick.

Deciding he would try to innocently lick a crumb from Alfred’s cookies then try to keep Damian’s attention from there, Jon felt like this was going to be the more irresistible thing he’d ever done. Cookie in hand he took after Titus, hoping to distract the beast with part of his baked good.

Capturing Damian’s attention was easy, as soon as his boyfriend came into view he suppressed a grin watching Jon flail his cookie around to gain Titus’ attention. “Habibi what are you doing with my dog?” Jon was never that interested in Titus, he argued constantly that Krypto was the better dog and Alfred the cat was the better BatPet. “Nothing Dami, but these cookies Alfred made are really sweet” Jon winked at Damian eliciting a smirk that turned into widened eyes as Jon tried to bite the cookie and lick his lips at the same time.

“Kent are you having a seizure? You do realize when one chews their tongue is usually in their mouth right? Did growing up on a farm really stunt your manners this drastically I-” Damian was cut off with an upset boyfriend. “No Dames this is supposed to be sultry look!” Hopping over to Damian, Jon grabbed the sides of Damian’s face with both hands, made direct eye contact like the magazine had said, let his eyes fall down the floor, then slowly brought them back up. What he expected to see was an impressed lover, hoping Damian would pick up on his moves. When he realized Damian was hunched over laughing, an unfamiliar sight for the normally closed off Wayne, Jon grew more frustrated. “Stop laughing this is SUPPOSED to be sexy!” letting go of Damian, Jon crossed his arms, pouting.

Realizing Jon’s advances were indeed serious Damian fell on the floor laughing. Tears began to roll out of his eyes, Damian hadn’t laughed this hard since Drake fell off a building. To think his sweet, innocent, not to mention adorable boyfriend was trying to put moves on him that he clearly did not come up with himself was the cutest thing Dami could think of.

Calming down, Damian saw a pouty Jon, secretly one of his favorite traits, loving the way his brows furrowed and his normally beaming smile turned slightly down. Getting up from his sprawl on the floor, Damian came up to Jon grabbing his chin and tilting it up to meet his eyes. “Habibi you can be very sultry when you want to be, maybe just don’t take advice from the Cosmopolitan magazine next time” with his famous smirk Damian connected his lips to Jon’s, feeling him loosen up and calm down. Grinning sheepishly at Damian, Jon decided to let Damian take the lead for their afternoon alone. This didn’t mean Damian let him forget his attempt at seduction.

“Supes do you remember when you choked on the cookie?” Damian looked mischievously at Jon. “Seeing as you haven’t let me forget it I’m starting to think you secretly liked it Dames” Winking at Damian as a blush appeared across his face. “You would be mistaken Beloved, that moment reminds me that you need me in your life. Who else would stop you from that embarrassment if you didn’t have me as a partner!” Jon rolled his eyes knowing Damian was backpedaling. “Whatever helps you sleep at night love-bird. We both know whose blushing right now” as usual, Jon’s teasing was cut short by the nearest object to Damian being thrown at his face, but they both knew this was a slight confirmation to Jon’s suspicions.

“Turns out BatBoy likes a little Super Seduction” Jon winked at Damian.

“Oh my god what the fuck” they heard, turning around to see Dick about to faint at the idea of super seduction. “TIM GET DOWN HERE AND LET ME TELL YOU WHAT JON JUST TOLD DAMI” It was going to be a rough night for the couple.

#we stan cookie crumb jon #jondami #damijon #damian wayne #jon kent #damian wayne fluff #damian wayne x jon kent #damian x jon #gay dc #dick grayson #tim drake

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amertsi · 6 years

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Like Magic

Arthur is a wizard. Francis wants them to both dress up as wizards for a costume contest. Arthur hates this idea. The wizard part is less important than you'd expect.

My Secret Spectres fic for @istafen as part of the event run by @hetaliawritersdiscord!

This turned into more of a glance into a much bigger world than I meant for it to, so though this was meant as a stand alone gift fic, I might expand on this world anyway. Regardless, I hope you enjoy, it was fun to write and different form what I normally write. Sorry it's so late though.

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Arthur’s expression was a mix of frustrated and utterly confused, a look Francis had seen multiple times. In fact, it might as well be a part of his daily life, with how often Arthur gives him that look. But even as he was stared at as if he’d grown an extra head, Francis only continued to grin.

“Oh, cher, don’t be such a stick in the mud! Your costume is perfect!”

The look on Arthur’s face fell even more, and something like the groan of a dying animal escaped him. “Francis. For the millionth time. This isn’t. A costume. It’s a uniform. I don’t just dress like this for fun, it’s for--”

“Yes, yes, your little magic club. But Arthur, it’s perfect! If I wear my costume and you wear yours, we’re bound to place first--”

“It’s not a-- good lord, really, Francis?”

They’d had this conversation more times than either of them could keep track of by this point. Ever since they’d received the invitation to Alfred’s annual costume party, Francis had insisted that the two of them go dressed as wizards, much to Arthur’s dismay. He’d tried explaining to Francis on numerous occasions that he was just “dressing up,” he was a member of the High Wizard Society, and it was very important he not tarnish their name! But no amount of explaining would stop Francis from just smiling and laughing that stupidly sexy laugh of his as he patted Arthur on the shoulder and told him to have fun at his Wizard Club. Arthur loved him, really, he did, but good lord, sometimes Francis was actually just a complete idiot.

As he ran his hands over his face from the mental exhaustion of it all, Arthur just barely caught the end of Francis’s rambling. “--nd you’ll have fun, trust me.” He wished he hadn’t bothered tuning in at all.

“No, Francis,” Arthur sighed, exasperated, “I won’t have fun. I’ll ruin my reputation as a well respected mage and then I’ll be kicked from the organization and it will be your fault.” When he looked at Francis, the man was still giving him puppy eyes, so he groaned and rolled his gaze away. “It’s not a good idea! Lukas, back me up here--”

Lukas meanwhile, their ever apathetic roommate, had been sitting on the couch just feet away from them the entire time, watching with an uninterested stare. He was silent a moment before giving Francis a thumbs up. “Sounds great. You should do it.”

“Lukas--!”

Francis was making a poor attempt to hide his giggling behind his hand. Lukas had the audacity to smile. Arthur was going to kill them both with his own hands.

After a long, long pause, in which Arthur thought up at least five different ways he would personally end the lives of his roommates, he finally gave in with a long, winded sigh. “Okay. Okay, fine,” he grumbled. “We’ll go to the blasted party. But I’m doing this only once, you hear me? Come next year I don’t want to hear a word from you!” Francis, clearly ecstatic by this declaration, beamed and clasped his hands together.

“Oh, wonderful! I knew you’d come around~” Francis embraced the still grumbling Arthur and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You know I love you so much, right?”

“Yeah, whatever, shut the fuck up and let’s get ready.”

Getting ready took longer than Arthur would have liked, and it was entirely NOT his fault. When Francis had procured his own costume, he’d been horrified to see that the idiot had purchased a cheap wizard costume from one of those tacky Halloween stores. Needless to say, there’d been much arguing over whether or not Francis would be allowed to be seen in public in such a hideous garment. In the end, Arthur managed to at least convince him to leave the terrible pointed hat behind.

Alfred’s house was only a few walks away, and while Arthur had wanted to drive to avoid being seen on the streets in their getup, Francis had insisted they walk and enjoy the fresh air. And, since he couldn’t actually say no to him ever, Arthur had begrudgingly agreed.

Even with how annoyed he was (pretending to be) with the situation, Arthur and Francis still walked hand in hand down sidewalk. Fallen leaves, brown from the chill of the air, crinkled and crunched beneath the soles of their shoes, creating a quiet melody to fill in the silence. Arthur hated to admit it, since he was still (pretending to be) mad, but the warmth of Francis’s hand against his was comforting. Without thinking, he squeezed his hand and felt Francis squeeze back. Glancing over at him revealed a small smile.

With a huff, Arthur finally broke the silence. “What are you so happy about?”

Francis blinked, then laughed. “Oh, nothing. It’s just a lovely day.” He paused, smirking. “Not as lovely as you though~”

“Oh, shut up,” Arthur chided with a roll of his eyes, lighting bumping into Francis with his shoulder. “You’re just trying to get on my good side.”

“And if I am? What will you do then?” Francis hummed, leaning closer into Arthur, who only grumbled and tried to push him away, lest he see the beginnings of a smile that threatened to curve his lips.

“Don’t test me.”

Francis only laughed. Before Arthur could snap a comeback at him, though, they’d arrived, and he quickly became distracted in his attempt to straighten out his cloak. But Francis smacked his hand away and offered an annoying but somehow still reassuring smile. “You look fine, dear. Come, let’s go in.”

With all their earlier fussing, it seemed they were a bit late. Familiar faces had already gathered in all corners of the house, and Alfred, as energetic as ever, greeted them enthusiastically.

“Hey! Took you guys long enough to get here. Nice costumes! Shoulda known you’d be a wizard, Artie, you always did like that occulty shit.” Arthur was about to correct him, but couldn’t get a word in before Alfred continued. “But hey, you’re just in time, we’re gonna have the contest soon! Kiku’s helping me judge this year, and you know how high his costume standards are! Anyway, I’ll go put your guys’s names on the list, be in the back in like, ten minutes!” And with that, he ran off.

Once he’d left, Arthur sighed, already exhausted. He resisted the urge to sigh again when he felt Francis’s chin rest on his shoulder, warm breath tickling his ear.

“Don’t be so sour, cher, it will be just fine. We’ll just go up, pose, win first place, then be done. How does that sound, hm?”

“It sounds bloody terrible, that’s what.” Arthur wriggled his way out of Francis’s grip. Just when had his arms snaked around him, anyway? “Now get off me. You’ll wrinkle my cloak.”

There was that laugh again. That irresistibly attractive laugh. Francis was really making it hard to be mad about all this, especially when he acted so understanding and let go of Arthur, backing up a step. “Of course, I’ll be most careful. We ought to go get ready for the contest, then, lest you ruin your outfit more.”

It was hard to argue against that, so Arthur simply sighed once more and agreed, and together they went to the backyard.

The costume contest turned out to be nowhere near as simple as Francis had assured it would be. Kiku had his camera, because of course he did, and demanded at least ten photos of each contestant or group that went up, claiming he needed various shots in order to judge fairly. Arthur, personally, hated this, and struggled to come up with more than two poses when it was his and Francis’s turn. Francis, meanwhile, seemed to thrive in the limelight, and for the most part, lead him through it.

As they stepped off the makeshift stage Alfred had set up, Arthur grumbled, shifting his cloak on his shoulders. “That was terrible, dammit, I’m not some sort of model, you know, we’re going to place dead last--”

“Oh, hush, you were fine,” Francis soothed, flicking blond strands from out of his face. “I thought it was quite fun.”

“Well that’s just wonderful. We’ll see what you’re saying when we lose the entire thing.” Plopping himself unceremoniously upon a bench, Arthur snagged a cookie from a nearby table and munched on it angrily.

Dammit, why was it so tasty.

When Francis sat beside him, Arthur looked away, trying his hardest to be mad even when Francis leaned over slightly to peer at him. He expected him to say something, but instead, a silence hung between them for several moments first before the other finally spoke.

“...What’s on your mind, hm? I know you’re usually grumpy about these sort of things, but you’ve been rather adamantly in a bad mood today.”

Arthur scoffed. “Of course I’m in a bad mood. I told you from the beginning this was a bad idea. You know already that these clothes, they’re not... it’s just who I am, it’s not some Halloween costume. But now I’ve made a fool of myself and my art in front of all these people.” He groaned, leaning back against the bench. “It’s not as if anyone has ever taken magic seriously to begin with, I suppose.”

Another silence fell between them, and this time, it was Francis who sighed. “I’m sorry, Arthur. I shouldn’t have pushed you to dress up with me.” He laughed softly. “Perhaps it was silly of me. I thought that, if we did this together, I’d be able to show how much I love your passion for magic, even if I don’t understand it, but I seem to have only made you think the opposite. For that, I apologize.”

A pause, then Arthur huffed, stealing a sideways glance at Francis before staring off towards the stage once more. “...You could have said that sooner, idiot.”

Francis laughed. “I know, I know. I’m sorry. Can you forgive me?”

“...Maybe. I’m still mad. You’re taking full responsibility when we lose.”

“Of course, this was my idea, after all.” With a soft smile, Francis nodded to the stage. “But still, don’t count us out so soon. Look, Alfred is about to announce the winners.”

Just as Francis had said, Alfred was stepping onto stage, loudspeaker in hand. Arthur cringed. He’d have a headache for sure. Wishing to maintain some of his sanity, he did his best to tune out the third place winner, rolling his eyes as Francis applauded.

“Why are you clapping? We’re definitely not winning now. That’s not even a costume, that’s just how Roderich dresses every day.”

“Oh, hush, you don’t know that.”

“I do though--”

The sound of Alfred’s voice over the speaker cut off the rest of Arthur’s words. “Okay, thanks, Roddi! And now, our second place winners! Give it up for... Arthur and Francis, the two magical wizards!”

Arthur blinked. Beside him, he could practically feel Francis beaming. Oh, he was never going to live this down, was he? Still surprised, he allowed Francis to pull him back to the stage, standing awkwardly as the other man waved to the crowd before leading him back off again. When they sat back down, Francis was still grinning.

“See, what did I tell you? We were not going to lose! And everyone loves your magic theme, no one thinks you are silly or lesser for it.”

Once he’d shaken himself out of his stupor, Arthur glanced at Francis, taking in that grin of his. He really was too sweet. “...You said we’d win first place. Last I checked, second isn’t first.”

Francis only laughed. “Did I say that?”

“Yes, you did!” Arthur huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Don’t act like you didn’t! What are you going to do about this, huh? Where’s my gold medal? And furthermore--”

For the umpteenth time that evening, Arthur’s words were cut off, but this time by Francis’s lips upon his. It only lasted a moment, as Francis soon pulled away, a soft chuckle on his breath. “How about this, then, hm? I’ll make it up to you by getting us first place next year. Is that alright?”

Arthur was definitely not pouting. It was just that expression of his, the mixture of frustrated and confused. He was most certainly not flushing slightly, or feeling as if he was perhaps luckier than he thought. “Absolutely not. This is the last time I’m doing something like this. Make it up to me some other way.”

“Oh, I can most certainly think of other ways~”

Now Arthur really was flushed. With a grumbled, he pulled Francis in for another kiss, one that actually lasted. His hands clenched the fabric of Francis’s stupid, ugly costume even as he pulled away, glaring up at him. “...Shut up.”

Francis’s laugh was just as irritating and stupidly sexy as always.

“For you, happily.”

#mertsi fic #secret spectres 2018 #hetalia writer's discord #hetalia #aph france #aph england #fruk #aph norway #aph america #istafen

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ellana-ravenwood · 7 years

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“Your wife is hot” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Here’s for you :), and I thank you very much ^^

PART 2

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The league discovered that Batman made files on all of them. Files in which were their secret identities, the way they could be defeated, and a all lot of personal details. And so they were...pretty mad at him. They felt like he betrayed their trust, while all he wanted to do was to make sure the World was safe. So the bat had to amend himself. He told all of them he was Bruce Wayne. And that’s the story of how a bunch of superheroes invaded your home.

They first went to see the Batcave, which left you enough time to try and relax. It wasn’t everyday that you met the biggest superheroes of the World. You already encountered Superman, who was in real life Clark Kent, your husband’s best friend. You also were friend with Wonder Woman, having actually quite a lot in common with Diana Price. And your eldest son was friend with The Flash sidekick, Kid Flash, even though you never actually met Barry Allen, you felt like Wally told you enough things about him that you knew you’d probably get along. But the rest...Well, you were just super stressed.

Of course, you knew all of them, extensively actually. You knew what they liked and didn’t like, their personality...Hum, you might have, MIGHT, read Bruce’s files on them. Curiosity. It was your biggest flaw.

You heard them before you saw them. Granted, they were making quite a raucous. First entered Bruce, closely followed by The Martian Manhunter, J’onn J’onzz. Then came in Hal Jordan, one of the Green Lantern. Clark and Diana, who smiled warmly at you. The Flash who was...talking. So much babbling about everything he saw in the bat cave. There was so many things in the bat cave...After him was Arthur Curry, the dude who was speaking to fish, Oliver Queen and Dinah Lance, another power couple. Green Arrow and Black Canary. Finally came in the very stoic Hawkman and Hawkwoman. You knew a huge part of the league didn’t come, busy with their own things, and you were so thankful for it, as you were already freaking out quite a bit.

You were sitting on a high chair around the kitchen counter with Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian when they finally noticed you guys’ presence.

-Oh, and here are the robins. So they are yours after all.

-Yes, they are.

This three words made your three eldest very happy, as Bruce rarely stated like that that he considered them his sons. They knew he loved them, but he only showed it when they were almost head or emotionally in distress...

Flash came very quickly to shake their hands. And then he looked at you. You knew the spark in his eyes. Most men had it when they looked at you. It’s not that you were particularly beautiful, but there was an aura around you that just made you irresistible. You were rather charming, without even trying to be.

-Wow...and who do we have here ?

Bruce approached you and went around the kitchen counter to sit next to you. He looked coldly at Flash, having recognize as well the spark in his eyes. He would never admit it, but Bruce was a very jealous man.

-My wife.

Except for Diana and Clark, they all seemed stunned. What ? Batman had a wife ? How the...What ?! That guy ? But like, he smiled once every year and he was so...It was just crazy that he had a wife. It blew their minds.

-You guys are going to catch flies if you keep your mouthes open like that. Y/N, you already know who they are, everyone, Y/N. My wife.

Clark chuckled at his compatriots’ reaction, and Diana gave you a sorry look. You were slightly annoyed. Not because they all stared at you with curiosity, making you uncomfortable, but because it was clear that they didn’t know your Bruce at all. They were all surprised he had someone who loved him, because all they ever saw was his Batman side, and not even the good Batman side...You were actually kinda happy they came in your home, maybe they’d realize that there was more to the bat than met the eyes.

-Hum, Alfred made fresh tea and coffee, and I baked cookies if...superheroes are interested in this kind of stuffs.

You shyly said, trying to change the subject, and they all laughed frankly. Yes, superheroes were definitely interested in those kind of stuffs. They all sat around the counter and attacked what you and Alfred prepared for them.

You were bombarded by questions. Where did you met ? how the hell could you deal with him everyday ? Since how long where you together ? Blahblahblah. You tried to answer to everything, feeling Bruce’s loving and slightly amused gaze on you.

You were kinda amused too, to be honest. Earth’s mightiest superheroes, interested in things as trivial as someone else’s relationship.

-Hum...We met at a cafe, he tried to help me with a thief but I knocked the thief down with a chair... (happened in this fic thought it was fun to mix them a bit)

-Which is what drawn me to her.

The League was listening with attention.

-I deal very well with him, thank you. I don’t appreciate what you implied there. He isn’t some kind of animal difficult to handle you know.

-Careful, she has a mean right hook. And our chairs here are very sturdy.

Flash shifted in his seat awkwardly. You were looking at him coldly, knowing he was the one that asked the question, and damn he found you terrifying and sexy at the same time. He was very confused.

-We’ll be having our ten years anniversary next months...And I’m sorry guys, I can’t remember any other questions you asked.

Before any of the leaguers could say anything, J’onn talked.

-We don’t have any more questions Mrs. Wayne. I’m sorry for my friends’...behavior. They’re usually more polite.

He glared at the others, and they got the message. Batman was letting them in his personal life, trying to regain their trust, and they were being rude. After all, with his telepathic powers, he sometimes, not on purpose, caught glimpses of the real Bruce. A broken man, whom you mended carefully. A man that, if he didn’t had his full trust in them, would never have told them his identity.

They apologized, suddenly understanding. Well, actually, J’onn told them with his telepathic powers, and they all felt a bit guilty. A bit, because they still remembered the files.

-It’s alright really. I understand. After all, he knows a lot about you, and you didn’t even know he had a wife. So...Yeah. Hum.

You smiled at them, and your natural aura all caught them. They instantly liked you. You just had that effect on people, and the one who couldn’t stand you were doing so just because they envied you.

You all talked about light subject, avoiding League’s matter, and just talking about anything, like friends.

-Oh it’s already 4...Hum, I’m late. I’d gladly stay a bit longer, but I have work to do. Boring Wayne inc stuffs you know. Hope to see you all again. We could...like...have a big barbecue or something.

You hugged Clark and Diana, and shaked a bit awkwardly everyone else’s hand. When it came to the Flash, you felt him shiver a bit under your touch, but had tact enough not to say anything.

You gave a kiss on the cheek to your boys, and as you went to say goodbye to Bruce, he surprised you by kissing you passionately on the lips, in front of everyone. When he pulled away, your breath was quick, and you saw him giving Flash “the bat glare”. You smiled softly, and with a last peck on his lips, left.

A silence installed itself, a silence that Flash broke.

-Well, one thing is sure Bruce...Your wife is damn hot.

-I’m gonna kick you in the face.

-Don’t talk about our mother like that.

And that’s the story of how the Justice League started to really bond...and of how Barry Allen got that he shouldn’t say anything about the Batman’s wife, as his black eye reminded him the next day.

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