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thebooki3h · 4 years

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Lukadamianette Au Part 2

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We begin where we left off, with Luka and Marinette on one of the dates Luka Planned. Just because it makes sense in this, Luka and Mari arrive a week early

Because Mari is emancipated and excused herself for the first week of school before the trip during which the class is still in France bc they just ended summer and all that jazz. also I have decided that the trip has turned into a half semester exchange program even though this doesn’t make the most sense, but the French school thought the class could use a reward and tbh they just wanted to get the Akuma class out for awhile. Also this way they aren’t in Gotham for a whole semester of senior year. The trip is planned for the first half of the first semester of senior year. I know that this doesn't make a whole lot of sense but just stick with me.

They go sight seeing and basically on a week long date bc the following week begins the Wayne sponsored exchange program and when Luka has to work for Jagged. One day they go to museums, the next the go to famous parks around Gotham (which are thriving thanks to Poison Ivy), the next they see all of the famous villain spots (which are surprisingly popular tourist destinations bc for the most part they don’t get hit twice in short periods of time) which is a good cover for studying past bat battles. They take days in between to rest and use the inspiration they gained to make new songs or clothing designs.

They share hotel room bc Mari’s parents stopped being her parents a long time ago and lost their say and bc Jagged says they are grown up enough to be responsible for their actions (which brings a blush to their cheeks every time bc “daaaaaddddd” “uncle jaggeeedddd”)

Mari also makes it her mission to visit all of the non chain coffee shops at least once while they are there bc coffee became her best friend when she was active as ladybug. She meets Tim in almost everyone because Tim also drinks coffee obsessively. Luka is more of a tea drinker because coffee interrupts his musical thought process and tea is less harsh. Marinette drinks tea when she wants to relax but coffee is the fuel of the gods. She expresses this to Tim and that's how they become acquainted bc finally someone understands his love for coffee. They exchange numbers after they run into each other for a fourth time. (Luka silently thinks that he might have to talk to Mari about her obsession of coffee again and if there is a rehab center for coffee drinkers) Tim learns that Mari is from the exchange class very quickly based off of Luka’s French accent as well as her light French accent that is mixed with a couple things he can’t quite place.

The class arrives, Lila ofc tried to pull something to leave Mari behind and she thought she was successful so she was gloating. She ofc took credit for the whole trip claiming that she was super close to the Waynes and that she helped Damian acclimate to his new school (she actually knows that Damian didn’t start living with his father until 10 bc why not). Mrs Bustier tries to check in under both her name and Lila’s name, both of which don’t work because they are A) an hour and a half early and B) all of the reservations are under the contest winners name (they have to ok their chaperones to use their name) C)Mrs Bustier told Mari to make all of the reservations under Mari’s name anyway and she totally forgot that.

So the sit in the lobby for an hour, Lila has the whole class riled up bc Marinette isn't there and it is al her fault that they can’t get in to their rooms. Marinette shows up with Luka 15 mins before the class was supposed to show up (they had just gotten lunch at a cafe that jagged had recommended) and she is laughing and happy, which causes the class to BLOW UP in her face. She ignores them and checks everyone into their rooms. Kagami and Chloe share a suite bc they are rich in their own right and upgraded their shared room bc they are dating and signed up to be roommates. They got this okayed by Buister in writing JIC. Marinette as the contest winner also got a suite (the room she had been staying in with Luka that she just extended the booking for)

Lila and Alya obviously make a big fuss about them getting special treatment but bustier can’t do anything because Mari won’t let her. She secretly thinks Mari is a lost cause now but she tries her best to get her to see that she has to be a role model. Mari actually planned the whole trip and she did a fucking fantastic job bc its Mari and planning something is what she is great at. She has all of the bases covered including iternerary, bookings for food, emergency contact info, health info, info on Gotham, safety procedures and the whole shebang. All of which had to be approved by Bustier and that Bustier has copies of but totally ignored.

The next day they try to pull the let’s leave an hour early to leave behind Marinette stunt. Not only does that fail because the tour can’t start until the contest winner is there, but they arrived before Wayne tower was even open to the public. Because jagged is extra he shipped Luka and Marinette motorcycles to Gotham bc they were going to be there for a couple months, they also got special permission from Wayne enterprises to park their bikes in the employee parking structures from Tim once he heard that they rode bikes as expensive as Jason’s. So she left early from the hotel with Luka(bc she knew that Bustier would leave her behind somehow) to go meet up with Tim at a new coffee place (one of his favorites). They end up riding on their respective bikes to WE together so they can hang out before the tour. Luka goes to a recording studio to meet up with Jagged, but not before a very passionate kiss goodbye, which makes Tim blush. (Tim may not seem like the biker type but he is a bat and he lives with Jason so he not only knows how to ride a motorcycle well has one, so it may not be his favorite mode of transportation but he’ll live)

So he and Marinette walk to WE about a half an hour before the class is supposed to be there in the middle of a debate on how best to brew coffee (Mari insists its French press) and low and behold they are there yelling at the receptionist. Mari gives Tim a look that says I’m so sorry you have to see this and yes I was not exaggerating walks up to the receptionist and apologizes for what she is about to do (not for the classes actions bc fuck them they can apologize for themselves she has learned to not take responsibility for others actions and she won’t let all that work go to waste). She then proceeds to yell, much louder than someone of her stature presumably should “SHUT THE FUCK UP OR I STG I WILL BREAK JOKER OUT OF ARKHAM AND LOCK HIM IN A ROOM WITH ALL OF YOU WITHOUT FLINCHING” this is shocking to everyone, especially mrs bustier who is scandalized that her role model student would do something like this.

Tim had a feeling that something video worthy would happen so as soon as she walked away he started recording, and he was NOT disappointed. The video gos straight to the batfam gc and Luka immediately. He powered off his phone then he proceeds to start laughing and applauding. Upon seeing the CEO’s reaction the rest of the employees start applauding as well bc damn those kids were rude. Tim then walks up to Mari talking at a speed no one but Mari, Chloe and Kagami could understand (bc the class is not fluent in English no matter what they would tell you). Mari proceeds to blush once he informs her that he sent a video to Luka (he does not tell her about the batfam gc)

Chloe and Kagami are immediate intrigued bc this is NOT what they picture when Mari said she met someone who loves coffee as much as she does. they may be hella gay for each other but damn that man is ripped. They join the convo while the class remains befuddled bc who knew Mari even swore. in the back of his mind Nino is reminded of a young blue-eyed girl who lost playground privileges for a week bc someone made fun of his glasses and proceed to punch said someone in the nose. But he shakes it of because Mari hasn’t been like that in years.

Bustier eventually collects herself and gently, so as not to cause an Akuma (apparently she didn't get the memo), reminds Mari that they are here for a tour and she needs to get the class their passes. So Mari leaves her friends to get acquainted and goes up to the receptionist, to whom she apologizes for her actions again, and the receptionist replies with a laugh and a “honey, you just made my week, there's no need to apologize I should be thanking you” (she does thank Mari). Mari gets a special pass bc she’s the contest winner to which Lila and Alya (then the rest of the class for the most part) proceed to throw a hissy fit over. The receptionist is so over them though and doesn’t even blink.

Then their tour guide shows up. (its Dick and his assistant Damian). Damian proceeds to scold the class for a solid ten mins (which coincidentally leads up to their scheduled time to start the tour). Dick slides off to talk to the receptionist and his brother who isn't working and is talking to real people for once. Just for that they are his favorite out of the class. Tim unfortunately has to go to work so they talk to Dick to get acquainted until the tour has to officially start.

Los tres amigos are the only ones who pay attention to Dick at all (he leads the tour bc he’s been there the longest but Damian throws in a comment here or there mostly related to shenanigans his family has gotten into but overall useful facts. for example these windows are reinforced because our CEO (Tim) leaned up against one, fell asleep and fell through the window to the office below.)

The rest of the class is focused on Lila who is talking a whole bunch of nonsense about the Wayne family and how she has helped them with their business. Some things actually sound kinda legit, but Mari and Co. know that it is BS. Dick tries to bet bustier involved but she makes an excuse for Lila and goes on her phone and doesn’t really pay attention.

Eventually the class tour turns into Dick talking to Mari, Chloe and Kagami while the class vaguely follows them. Damian doesn’t really say anything because he generally doesn’t do well talking to strangers and these girls seem ok and he is still insecure (not that he would ever admit it to anyone ) about social interaction now that he has figured out how people who weren’t raised as assassins act. That is until Dick starts talking about shenanigans that his brothers get into, and Damian jumps in correcting him because I did not try to tackle Todd, Grayson I did tackle Todd quite successful and also Alfred won’t let you into the kitchen anymore because you almost burned down the east wing of the manor not because he is territorial over the kitchen. And Mari hadn’t really paid attention to Damian until now but OH MY KAWAMI he is hot, and how did she talk so long to notice that.

She ends up taking a pic of Damian without him noticing (he really doesn’t notice which is a feat in itself but Dick does and he will be teasing Damian about it later bc obviously) and she texts it to Luka bc if she is going to freak out over his hotness she wants Luka to do so too. ( he sees the pic in the middle of recording and he ends up needing a water break bc gay panic and he really is extremely handsome. Recording gets delayed even longer bc jagged cannot pass up the opportunity to tease him son and he does so mercilessly and Mari totally knew what she was doing when she sent that picture) Luka ends up demanding that she gets Damians number or he will because that man is fine.

Mari now knows that the stuttering idolization that she had with Adrien wasn’t really healthy and Luka likes to remind her all the time that she can be smooth when she wants to be (sometimes unintentionally but she practices on Luka because she loves to see him blush). Mari then makes it her mission to compliment Damian as much as possible so that it is crystal clear and very obvious that she is flirting with him. If he even shows a little discomfort in a negative I don’t like this kind of way she will stop because she will not make someone go through what she went through with Chat Noir and unwanted advances.

Chloe, Kagami and Dick immediately notice that she is flirting with Damian. Chloe takes a video for Luka bc she knows that he would want to see this and Dick takes a video for the Batfam gc.

Just to be clear Mari and Luka have talked about seeing other people and maybe adding a third person to their relationship as long as they talk about it. that line of communication was opened when Mari sent a pic of Damian to Luka and when Luka asked for his number that was his “go ahead” for her to flirt with Damian. Lila doesn’t understand how that works and neither do the rest of the class so that is a point of contention between the class and Mari. She would NEVER cheat on Luka, she loves him and he is the most important person to her in the world. Something that Juleka understands (she just doesn’t like Mari bc of Lila she knows how polyamory works this is why her and Luka aren't as close as they used to be)

Moving on... the batfam gc blows up for a second time that day and so when the class goes to the cafeteria Tim just has to see this for himself. Mari tries not to be obnoxious in her flirting so she compliments Damians intelligence by asking him questions that weren't included in the tour, and she asks him about his interests and is like that must have taken a lot of time to perfect you must be very dedicated. Damian isn’t used to genuine compliments especially from strangers so he is very flustered by it but he makes no indication for her to stop.

The day winds down and the class has some free time before they have to go to dinner but the do have to leave the tower. Mari does actually get Damians number (he thinks she must be very well trained to get his number that quick bc he refuses to accept that he gave it to her because he likes her) Mari promises to ft him later bc he promised to let her meet his dog and she doesn’t want to wait until the class has dinner at the manor to see Titus.

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captainshazamerica · 3 years

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If this Bruce doesn't adopt Tim I will! But I'm kinda scared for Tim I mean he's either gonna end up with Buce or the titans at some point, im afraid that something terrible is gonna happen his family and then titans/bruce takes him in? That boy loves batman and robin so much like even his family seeing the news knew how much it would upset him although I will say that for the brain that kid has he makes some pretty stupid decisions, hes driving around GOTHAM plastered in the bat-symbol that's not a good idea! the amount of lunatics that roam free in Gotham (and possibly have escaped from arkham) and hate the bat and hes driving around with the bat symbol on him KID be careful!

Some kind of Anti-fear toxin does seem more accurate cuz he's clearly taking something to not be afraid. Maybe it's something he found in Gotham and decided to try it and got addicted so he's using that lab place to try recreate it? and maybe he can't recreate it perfectly cuz in the crowbarring scene he seemed kinda anxious about his surroundings and he'd just taken that inhaler thing to overcome fear so I dunno?? Or maybe he went to arkham to see Crane for some reason and Crane has orchestrated the whole thing and told him about the drug but then wouldn't Crane have to know everyone's identity then? Dude I dunno I need more episodes even tho the low quality glitchyness is painful lol

There's probably an abundance of rooms to choose from at Wayne manor yet Jason takes Dicks old room and keeps the flying graysons posters up! I like to think that he does view dick as an older brother and just took his room to kind of have a connection to him and that he admires him hence the graysons posters being left up, yooo dick calling him his brother! I really want a nice family reunion with dick jason and bruce 💕

Babs was too mean to bruce when she went off like I get where she's coming from but yo lady his son just died dial it down like a notch yikes but also babs being like 'i wonder how long it'll take for bruce to replace jason and dick is all 'what no the last thing bruce is gonna do is rope another kid into this mess'. Cut to scene of Bruces potential robin folder 😅 but I also like that dick was trying to be considerate and compose himself for bruce but once he found out that bruce is idiot enough to pull another kid into this, that that's when he got mad and bruce so brokenly begging dick to come back and be robin 😢😢😢

I know the show is constantly trying to push bruce out/sideline him cuz it's a titans show not a bruce wayne show and I know they're going for a different portrayal of bruce which I'm not complaining about I do like this version of bruce (more than I thought actually) and this universe but I feel like they could have gave more cracks you know, I like that they showed him trying to avoid the reality of jasons death and just not stopping not even for a second and just immediately jump into another case and that breakdown verge where he's begging dick to be robin and then when he finally I guess let's the weight of jasons loss sit on him to the point where he whacks in jokers head with a crowbar just like he killed jason (he could have killed joker so many other ways like a less violent bullet to the head but oh no brucey crowbars him to death!!)

There's a lot of character stuff that i do like but that scene where he's in the cave on his knees scrubbing his sons blood out of the suit he died in, the suit that he only ever wore because of batman. 😢 I feel like they could have had him crack there and let out a gut wrenching scream and then just continue on doing what he was doing as if nothing happened and dick walking in on that should have had more of a reaction!? like he could have stopped in his tracks at the sight of his brothers blood all over his father and bruce screaming, dick could have like took a step back almost like he's gonna run but forces himself to stay there, because who wouldn't want to run from that and no matter how much horrible things you've dealt with before sometimes your brain does just take over against your will and makes you react, the rest of the scene just could have played out the way it did. Literally one ounce more emotion is all I wanted.

No one really emotionally cracked at jasons death. I get that it just happened and that people put walls up and denial can be such a prominent thing when a loved one dies but it couldn't have been that difficult to put in little mannerisms now and again to show that everyone is deeply hurt but holding it in. Honestly gar seemed more hurt to me than dick did. But I do like that dick reacted in detective mode and started trying to figure things out from jasons side so at least there's that.

This redhood is defo not an anti hero he has well and truly landslided into villian territory and I dunno how that's gonna be reconciled? they better not kill him off! and they better not just straight up keep redhood/jason as a full on villian! but if they do get through to jason and bring him back a little how the heck is that little man gonna deal with what he did to Hank?? I feel like they had a bond you know and for all Hanks talk about putting Jason down I really don't think that Hank would actually have killed him even if it came down to Hanks life vs Jasons I think Hank would rather die than kill Jason (but that's heavily biased cuz in my mind jason is my son and I freaking love hank sooo) but Hank to me puts on a hard front like 'yeah I'll get in your face I'll come at you b*tch' but internally he's like 'yeah I'll come at you to help you' 😅 like internally he defo has a lot of soft spots though that's not to say he'd be like this for someone like the joker or scarecrow or whatever guys like that he'd be like no screw you you die or go to arkham like byeee

Nevermind how jason is gonna come back from this though HOW IN THE ACTUAL SH*T is dawn gonna come back from this!!?!!

Random side note here but imagine Jasons first time in the batcave he would be so excited and trying to mess with everything and being like ohh what's that do and pressing random buttons and bruce having a hernia trying to get jason to stop before he accidentally blows the cave up 😅 also he has probably been caught several times trying to 'borrow' the batmobile, I can just picture him trying to sneak down the halls of the manor without the floor creaking and making it all the way into the cave and doing a victory dance cuz he didn't get caught and he hops on into the batmobile in his pj's and let's out a scream cuz alfred is sitting in the freakin passenger seat waiting for him and then they just hang out in the batmobile alfred had the good foresight to bring a flask of tea books and a blanket for jason

Speaking of Alfred I think it would have been more angsty and hurtful if Alfred died shortly after Jason and after a few days Jason claws his way out his grave and the first thing he sees is Alfreds headstone and that's how he finds out Alfred died : (((

This is so long girl I'm sorry I know it doesn't seem like it but I did restrain myself 😅 one more thing before I go maybe this Dick is the absolute worst mf and the reason babs feels betrayed by him and is so upset with him could be that he left her (or cheated on her) with Dawn cuz of that weird flashback thingy in the other season where dick dawn was a thing I dunno I hope not though that would be ughhh

Oh crap, you right about probably something bad will happen to Tim for Bruce or Titans to take him in, I was gonna say he could just demand to be in their lives to save Bruce/Dick like in the comics but he also has kinda shitty parents normally and these people seem cool so really it could go either direction, but like it’s Titans so it doesn’t look good lol. Also, I wonder if it’s gonna be Dick who is basically gonna adopt him this time since we already had a huge track record in just 2 seasons lmao. But I know right, true I like how his parents knew immediately how much the news would effect him 😭 I hope he goes down the making himself robin and forcing himself in Dick and Bruce’s life xD I love that route. Lmao, the kid is all book smart, very little street smart when it doesn’t have to do with outsmarting someone XD

I was also rewatching and that gas he takes def has to be some anti fear toxin cause he mentions fear so many times and flash backed to his near death fall, which he felt was probably holding him and back and thus had to prove himself and adds to whatever is influencing him. But ohhh he did seem pretty dang anxious at the carnival grounds, that’s a really interesting theory but recreating something he found hmm, I can see that.

Apparently according to a YouTube who got to see the first 5 episodes, we find out what his deal is a lot more in episode 5, so one more week hopefully

Brooo trueee, I couldn’t believe jason took dick’s room and like didn’t even change anything. Like Jason looks or at least use to look up to Dick SO much, like in his first episode in the first season, he went on quite a lot about how much he had always wanted to meet him and how much he looked up to him, which is probably also fueling his red hood rage, being hurt by your idol and brother like he did in S2 must have really just killed the boy. But yes omg, there freaking better be a dang family reunion scene like, after so much angst we deserve that 😭

And yesss, I loved seeing how mature Dick is getting and just how much he is growing as a character, the fact he was so calm and considerate with Bruce at first really shows that compared to s1 Dick, only breaking when Bruce tried to get more kids involved. That scene by Brenton was sooo well acted omg, the way he yelled that he doesn’t want to robin again, heartbreaking man. And Bruce begging like that omg

Yeah, this version of Bruce is def so different than any Bruce we have seen on screen before, like def the most emotionally constipated, and that’s saying something xD But I like how they are taking a risk, it also helps Dick’s character more and give him more of an arc, as he seems to be taking on Bruce’s normal role with Jason and red hood. Bro, you are so right omg, like the fact Bruce could have killed the joker in any way and he does it with the dang crowbar. It really shows how broken he really was and why the man shouldn’t depressing any and every damn feeling and emotion lol.

Omg, I love how you have the exact details of what you wanted to happen in that one Bruce and Dick scene 😂👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 bro if you dont already you should totally write fanfics cause that was so detailed, I love it

Yeah, I do wish someone cracked (other than Bruce lmao) a bit more, but I do think each character reacted in character though, like it is very Dick(at least this version of Dick, other versions may break down tbh) to put everything into solving the case and figuring out what was up, that’s more this version’s way of caring than just breaking down, like he rarely ever has broken down completely. I think dawn could have been a little more emotional about the death (tho she has enough coming for her lmao). Connor didn’t know Jason that well so it makes sense he would just be sad. Gar seemed pretty sad and in character about it, maybe could have had a bit more, same with Kori, tho she showed it by being almost angry and fiercely protective of everyone else, so I think that makes sense for her. It would have been interesting to see how Rachel and Rose would have reacted though (where did rose go btw?! She would so have a reaction to Jason’s death). But yeah, i wish there was more resolution and break downs for Jason, but also it may have just not felt real since they weren’t there? But I agree

You think? Idk, I think they could def still make him an anti hero towards the end, especially if it’s crane behind the whole thing. Cause if they don’t they are gonna have to go down the gosh awful overused villain gets redeemed while he dies/only to die right freaking after , and I will be so freaking livid if they do that omg. Like they better freaking not. But true, he would be broken by what he did to Hank, oh yikes. But I can see him then that leading to the anti hero path, like he would never go back to be on the titans cause he would feel too guilty, thus giving more of a reason for the anti hero life. But I know, I loved Jason and Hank’s love hate relationship 😭😭😭😭 You know Hank secretly loved the kid and probably saw himself in him.

Yikes poor dawn, you right. Like I have no idea how she is gonna be now like wow.

OMG GIRL, You are on a hc angst train today!!!! That scenario of Alfred dying right after jason and Jason climbing out to see Alfred’s?! Heartbreaking!

But I can’t believe they killed Alfred off so casually tho😭

Omg I swear if they freaking show Dick having cheated on Babs I will be so freaking pissed omg, he better have not! Im hoping they had a more high school romance thing/grew up together then got together type of thing

And omg don’t apologize I LOVED IT and reading your asks!!! I feel ya too!

#batanon #titans #titans spoilers #Titans S3 #titans season 3 #Titans speculation #speculation #ask #Meredith gets an ask #Jason Todd #dick Grayson #Meredith thoughts

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queerbutstillhere · 4 years

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Are you still taking prompts? If you are, #47 timkon?

47. “I’ve been in love with you for years.”

Do you know that feeling? The one that creeps under your skin and replaces the marrow in your bones? The one that curls in the pit of your stomach and squeezes at your beating heart? That feeling that makes you feel like you are flying, but also that you're going to crash to the ground at any moment without warning and there's nothing you can do to stop it? And do you know what it feels like, to always have that feeling, for years?

Tim Drake does.

He knows, and it hurts. It hurts so bad, but it also feels so so good. He wouldn't ever want to be without it. It's as familiar to him as an old friend, or a brother. It's a natural as breathing. He wouldn't know what to do without that feeling.

So why does he try so damn hard to shove it down?

This feeling, this freeing, and yet suffocating feeling. It is the feeling of being in love. It's the feeling of loving someone so close to you, that you're too afraid to tell them. It's the feeling of when a crush has gone on for too long and you realize it's no longer a silly school yard crush. You're in love. It's the feeling of being in love with your best friend and having to choke it down and hide it and tell the feeling to leave you alone, even if the thought of being without it makes you want to cry at night.

And it wasn't like Conner was straight, by any means. Tim had witnessed the bi disaster making out with guys and girls at parties (sometimes within seconds of each other), so that wasn't the issue. No the issue was the fact that Tim shouldn't be having these feelings. Conner was his best friend! He'd known the teen since he had been "born". Bart and Cassie were both really close to him, sure. But nothing came close to the bond he had formed with Conner. He couldn't describe it.

But still. Every time he looked at Kon, there was that warm curling feeling in his stomach. Followed shortly by a sharp spike of fear at the thought of ever telling Kon. Every time he saw Kon out with someone else, especially romantically, it made him feel sick with jealousy, and then he got mad that he was jealous. He had no right to act like that.

He had no plans of ever telling Kon anyway.

So he probably should find Pamela and thank her for those damn hormone pheromones that he was exposed to and gave him no other option.

He'd been covering for Bruce and Damian, right? The two were out of town for some reason or another, and things of course started going crazy, starting with Poison Ivy breaking out of Arkham. He couldn't reach Jason or Dick, so he did the next think he thought of and called Kon. Why? Because Kon was always willing to help. And sure enough, he showed up ten minutes later and followed Tim's motorcycle across town to the little warehouse he had tracked Poison Ivy too. She had wrapped him up in vines within five minutes and then turned her attention towards seducing Superboy.

"Little red over there has no interest in me, I can tell, but you on the other hand..." she hummed out, walking up to the super who was being dangled upside down by vines.

"Superboy, resist it!" Tim hissed out, struggling to reach one of his knives.

"You want to find out if these pheromones work on Kryptonians?"

Now Kon, being the absolute Himbo he is, just huffed a huge breath of air at her as she started to blow the pheromones at him. Which in theory works great, not quite so in practice when your partner is tied up directly downwind. Tim yelped and then squeezed his eyes and mouth shut, holding his breath as the gust of wind hit him. But he knew that wouldn't work. He had too much exposed skin, it would just sap through there. Who knows, maybe Bruce's last round of inoculants would protect him. He heard a yelp and a solid thump and then the familiar sound of Kon's heat vision. The vines loosened on their own, and then suddenly arms were grabbing him, pulling him up.

"Hey, you okay?"

"Fine for now."

Tim wiped his face off with his cape, looking around and seeing Pamela crumpled on the floor.

"Tie her up and I'll take her back to Arkham."

Tim nodded and did so, ziptying her hands and legs together. Kon scooped her up and took off. Tim just looked around at the dying vines, called GCPD, and then walked out, trying to ignore the growing uncomfortableness.

Kon found him twenty minutes later at the batcave, meticulously logging the incident.

"Poison Ivy is back in prison, and the guards are absolutely dumbfounded as to how it happened."

"It was Jason."

"What?"

"I looked at the video footage while you were gone. It was Jason. He wanted a distraction while he threw a heist on the other side of town."

"Oh."

Kon walked over and put a hand on the back of Tim's chair, leaning forwards to look at the computer a little better. Tim could smell him. He smelled like sweat and plants and his cheap cologne. Kon's fingers brushed his shoulder, and his heavily aroused body jolted at the touch, his heart rapidly picking up. He just grit his teeth and held his gaze on the computer.

"Are you okay?"

Don't respond, just work. Just stay under the desk and you're fine.

"Tim?"

"I'm okay."

"Your heart is going crazy, are you- Oh shit. The pheromones. I didn't even think about it."

Tim did his best to glare, but it was a little hard with how he wanted to jump on Kon and kiss him and have his hands-

"I'm fine," he bit out.

"No you're not, dude. Are you just gonna let yourself suffer?!"

"If I have too."

Kon huffed in annoyance, yanking Tim's chair back.

"You need to not be stuck at a computer, Tim."

"Kon, my situation will not change based on my location."

"It might."

Kon reached down and easily picked up Tim, turning towards the stairs. Tim squirmed away and fell to the floor, landing in a crouch and easily popping up.

"Tim!" Kon protested, waving at him dramatically. "Look at yourself!"

"I'm painfully aware of my current physical condition, Conner!"

"How can you do this to yourself?!"

"Very easily, believe it or not!" Tim snapped, turning to walk towards the locker room.

"How!?"

"Because I can."

"Tim."

"Fine! You wanna know how?!" Tim whirled around to Kon, stalking towards him.

"Yes! I would!"

"Because I've been in love with you for years!"

Kon's mouth fell open, and he went silent as he stared at Tim with wide eyes.

"oh," he said softly.

Tim just spun away and continued walking off.

"Wait, Tim!"

Tim didn't wait this time, just went into the locker room and start undoing all the buckles and straps on his uniform. And then the door banged shut. He turned to see Kon walking in, and opened his mouth to speak. Only Kon walked right up to him, grabbed him by the shoulders and pressed him up against the wall, immediately kissing him. Tim panicked for a moment before kissing him back, a hand coming up to his chest.

"You dumbass. You know how long I've been trying to get your attention?" Kon huffed out as he pulled away.

"W-wait. You?"

"Yes. Geesh. I'm in love with you too.

"Oh," Tim breathed out, staring up into blue eyes.

"Yeah, now do you want some help with this or no?"

Tim huffed a little laugh. "I guess, I won't say no."

"Good because I've been dying to do this."

This, apparently, was lifting Tim up and pressing him against the wall and heavily making out.

Send me a prompt!

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Our Deepest Roots (Part 3)

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Theydies and gentlethem, let's turn the plot up to 4000%

The doctors didn't know what was wrong with Tim. Or more accurately, they only knew part of what was wrong with Tim. The broken bones and torn skin was the easy part. What gave them pause was the black edges of his facial wounds that seeped into his skin, slowly creeping along his veins. They'd ruled out poison almost immediately, and whatever it was seemed contained to Tim’s body.

All further attempts to contact Damian had gone ignored and things were getting bleaker by the day. Crane’s or more accurately, The Scarecrow’s body had been found under the Trigate Bridge, barely a mile from Arkham Asylum, and it was rapidly becoming apparent that they were no longer the biggest fish in the pond.

“I can't do this! I can't watch us fall apart!” Dick threw his hands up in defeat.

“Dick I know, this is new..”

“New?! NEW?! BRUCE I AM WATCHING MY FAMILY FALL APART IN AN ENTIRELY NEW WAY!” Dick covered his face in his hands, he wasn’t prepared for this. Everyone he had ever lost had been a sudden, singular event and then he was left with the aftermath.

Bruce was.. helpless again, he couldn't throw money at the problem to make it go away, he couldn't fight the problem, and he couldn’t stop it, he just had to watch as his son wasted away. He was trying to hold everything together, but things were starting to slip through the cracks. Jason had retreated from them, preferring to leave rather than have his family taken from him. Dick was starting to fray around the edges, he was shaken deeply by Tim’s injuries and Damian's refusal to speak with them. Alfred was, well he was Alfred, normal and unshakable. He was seemingly unaffected by the chaos around him and went about his job as he always had. It didn't make Bruce or Dick feel any better though.

“Are you sure? It sounded really serious..”

“Angel everything on the news sounds serious, and if you want something to worry about check up on Adrien.”

“Okay smartass, for one thing it's two am there right now. And for another, Gabriel's disappearance from prison doesn't mean anything, he doesn't have the ability to create akumas anymore, we made sure of it.”

“Alright, but I still think you should check on him. I’ll see you tomorrow Angel, have a good night.”

Damian hung up, letting out a heavy sigh. They’d been together for almost two months now, and he was worried about keeping her separate from the danger that swirled around him was his top priority. He was sure that she was safe until he heard his mother speak from behind him.

“So you do have a weakness. It happens to the best of us” Talia’s voice was a tone of cold amusement.

“Leave her alone.” Damian bristled at the underlying threat in her statement.

“What does she know?”

“Nothing.”

“Would she follow you blindly?”

“I don’t know.”

“But you would do so for her.”

“Of course.”

Talia looked at him for a moment, analyzing him before nodding.

“Tell her. She’s either worthy or not.”

“Mom!”

“This is not up for debate, she either follows you or she’s disposed of before she becomes a problem.”

“Fine, but just so you know, telling women that you’re part of an organization of assassins who follow the will of a centuries old man isn’t a great way to set the mood.”

Marinette sat at her desk, typing a paper as her girlfriend got ready for work. Her and Kagami had been dating for three months and she’d also been dating Damian for two. Marinette was lucky to be blessed with two strong partners who understood that she could love both of them.

“Check me?”

“Flawless as usual.”

“Seriously Mari, if any of my makeup is slightly off it’s gonna cause a problem”

“It’ll be fine, what do you have to fear?”

“Imperfection.”

“Okay you need to calm down, you were made for this. Literally. Your training was all leading to this, don’t fear it.”

“Easy for you to say, you get the missions with creativity involved.”

“I’m not sure how creative my solutions are, all I did was push him off a roof”

“Ah yes, the bird. Isn’t he still in the hospital?”

“Lets just say that the shattered bones were the least damaging of the gifts I left him with.”

Kagami laughed and kissed Marinette’s cheek before letting her fasten her necklace. Giving her girlfriend one last kiss, she pulled up her hood and leapt out of the window, Talon once again gracing the skyline of the city.

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Jason is a clever bitch and I love him, in RHATO Issue #32

Okay now we’re finally moving Jason closer to the Winick version that I think is most people’s favorite Red hood--it’s not there yet, but we’re seeing the hints. The cleverness, the charm, the unrepentant sass. Oh yes, we are going places, I like what I see.

Let’s dive in here.

Whoever made that post about Jason not even needing a cover story about being dead to revive his identity was kind of prophetic because here his cover is basically, “So I wasn’t actually dead. no more details, that’s it.” Which is pretty dang close.

And I’m not sure how he managed any of this without Bruce or Alfred finding out but that is damn impressive. We know they didn’t know because we see Alfred’s reaction shot to seeing him on TV. If we don’t see him interact with a few of the other Gotham vigilantes, (or at least see a reaction shot of them all like, “What!? Jason?! The guy we had to physically blackmail to attend galas is running a casino with parties every night? That Jason?!) at some point I’m going to be pretty disappointed, to be honest.

Also, as we already knew from the solicitations and previews, Jason is taking over the Iceburg lounge and looking fancy while he does it. I love it. Jason can put on an act with the best of the batboys. Look at this well dressed man! And his hair! He has hair again, praise the Lord, hallelujah!

Completely unrelated note, that reporter has some really fancy cuff earrings or something and I’m jealous.

I’m validated for noticing Suzie Su was behind Jason in the previews. She and her sisters are part of his crew basically. It’s actually nice to see villains/characters return, too often they are just one-shot or one-note baddies but Suzie has been there since New 52 RHATO and she got a bit of humanization in the Annual when we meet her sisters. She’s not just some creepy fat lady that creeps on Jason, she’s a big sister who is trying to do her best for her family and I like that Jason acknowledges that and brings her and her family in on his scheme and even gets them out of the crime business sort-of by giving them mostly legit employment.

The way he has a bunch of ladies following him around kind of reminds me of Dick with the girls from St. Hadrian's a little bit. But they were all super into Dick and these girls don’t seem interested in Jason at all except as like a boss, which I like.

Jason, this is the kind of thing you should ask about! Ugggghh ~

Wingman looked older in the last page of the previous issue for some reason, maybe he’s died his hair or something. So we still don’t know what’s going on with him. I was hoping we’d get something, a hint but we’ve literally got nothing to go on here. I honestly think he has some kind of direct relation to Jason. Either he’s his dad’s mind in a different inmates body, or maybe a lost cousin or brother or something, or has something to do with the future like he came from there. It’s got to be one of those things, nothing else makes sense that I can think of.

LOOK AT MY BEAUTIFUL BOY! JUST LOOK AT HIM. LOOK AT THOSE EYELASHES AND BLUE EYES AND THAT SMILE.

Anyone would be charmed. I think Jason is too much of an introvert to like this kind of public job exactly, but I also think he’d be good at it. Dick might be better, because he’s just a natural extrovert, but Jason is still up there. He’s a good actor, and he really cares about people so he’d take care of those he’s in charge of. Jason would be a good boss.

“Started from the bottom now we’re here,” that’s a Drake lyric.

Could these guys be bigger dorks?

Notice that Jason didn’t kill the guys that were causing trouble, he had Miggs (his nickname for Miguel) roll them off to the docks in a ball made with his powers and those dorks were totally right, the room he made was pretty gucci. You got taste, Miguel.These weren’t necessarily real bad guys, they were just punks, and Jason might be killing again but he doesn’t just kill any idiot that gets in his way or causes trouble.

Also, technically they might have been right about Night cheating, we don’t actually know how ‘legit’ the Su sisters are playing things.

I’m sort of torn on the way the colorist is depicting Miguel’s powers, like I miss the glowiness a little bit from New 52 Teen Titans. These look a little too much like normal bricks? But technically that might be better for Miguel, they can pass as normal bricks instead of a power when they have to. They looked clear or white before when the guys walked in there so maybe he can control their color/transparency and glowiness? I still would like to see them look glowy though.

A few things about Miguel: I think these panels illustrated pretty well what their dynamic is supposed to be. I know Jason called Bizarro his ‘friend’ but let’s be honest here, Bizarro isn’t Jason’s friend--he’s his little brother.

Jason compares Miguel to Bizarro and I think that’s key, he sees Miguel as like a little brother that he wants to help. He’s got powers that he doesn’t understand and people keep coming after him for them. I think with Miguel and Tim it was closer to a friendship of equals at least as far as Miguel saw. He admired and respected Tim as a leader and how he always seemed to know what to do, but in the end Miguel was older than Tim, he didn’t feel like he could completely lean on him. It looks like Miguel may have latched on to Jason in that way, since he has the bat-authority too and actually is older than him and a genuinely caring guy. And look at my boy Jason! He comforts and accepts him immediately, it’s so sweat.

Goddamn it, Jason is a good older brother! He’s the best freaking older brother, damn Bruce and the whole family’s bat-morals, man! You’re all missing this! He could have this with Tim and Damian and Duke and even Steph and Cass! He would love that! He would be so good at that! It’s a goddamn tragedy, is what it is.

Also it’s interesting how Miguel acknowledges the reboots, so are his powers related to reality-warping or something so he can sense it? Or it could just be more of this suggestion that a lot of people in the DC universe right now have memories from the previous continuity, so like it all kind of happened even if it technically didn’t type of thing. I kind of thought Miguel’s powers were energy projections made with his mind, like psionically, but maybe they are literally creating matter or something? I don’t know. I really need to read more New 52 Teen Titans to understand him and his powers.

And that line, “A loaded weapon in the hands of a confused teenager. What could go wrong?”

Wow, Jason, you really went there. Referenced you’re own crazy head-state when you went after Bruce in Under the Hood.

Jason is so self-deprecating, you guys.

“When Alexander saw the breadth of his domain, he wept for there were no more worlds to conquer. “ This is apparently a quote from Die Hard, because of course it is. Jason is literally Jake Peralta from Brooklyn 99 confirmed.

Ugh, Lobdell’s version of Bruce is just such an asshole!

First of all, Jason hasn’t ‘betrayed him’ not even once, he was emotionally compromised and broke their agreement because he was acting on those feelings. He made a mistake. And Bruce cared more about his rules than Jason’s intentions or feelings or any of the good will they’d fostered in the last year or two. He acts like Jason sold him out or lied to him, when he never did any of those things.

Also, I don’t think saying, “stay out of Gotham and never come back or I’ll throw down and toss you in Arkham” is another chance, okay? It’s not like Jason got anything out of that deal, it was just Bruce not wanting to go through the trouble of hunting him down outside of Gotham because he straight-up knew that he wouldn’t be able to!

That Pretty Woman reference...

The funny thing is, Jason is more like the character who says that line than Bruce is. Bruce, kicking Jason out of the bat-family, is the one who is making the mistake. He could have had an ally, had say in what Jason did, had some limited control over him if he’d just forgiven him or talked to him at all, but because of his pride now he has none of that.

Now this, this is my shit right here. JASON HAS BRUCE BY THE BALLS. By going public with his identity he’s effectively made himself untouchable by Bruce. He’s got the identity of every Gotham vigilante in his hands, and honestly I really doubt Jason would ever give them up, even out of spite or hatred, he never did before when he could have, (he didn’t tell Hush Bruce’s identity, he just didn’t deny it when Hush figured it out, and we’re not sure if that’s even canon anymore anyway.) but it’s partly Bruce’s own doubt in Jason that is keeping his hands tied! That and the fact that if even one of his kids is outted as a vigilante it really puts the suspicion on him.

But seriously guys. Smart Jason is what Iive for.

God, Jason calling him dad, but only because he’s ‘playing up the act’ of civilian Jason Todd, has got to hurt Bruce. Assuming Lobdell’s version of Bruce has any actual feelings of affection for Jason, otherwise it probably just grates.

Lol, okay, so the situation seems to be that Jason dropped in to the Iceburg lounge to pay Penguin a visit. Cobblepot went, “Oh no! That damned Red Hood is here, hide me!” Ran into his panic room and locked it and Jason was just like, “Well, isn’t this convenient,” and made it so he couldn’t get back out.

And then presumably gangster-rules applied and Jason just got all his businesses because he said they were his and no one wanted to argue? I guess? Lobdell doesn’t give satisfying explanations, you guys. This is a testament to that.

I’m not going to lie though, this is pretty satisfying.

Alright, so I’m really excited for more you guys. This is not a perfect issue, a lot of things are hand waved, Bruce is acting even more out of character than usual, and we still have no dang clue what’s going on with Wingman, but there are definitely things here I like, and i’m looking forward to more.

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You’re Awful, I Love You: Jason Todd x Female!Assassin!Reader

TrAshy Says: You guys can’t seem to get enough of Jason and neither can I tbh. Yes, this title is totally the name of a LUDO album. It’s a not a song fic but while you’re reading it might be fun to listen to Love Me Dead ;) Also, let it be known that I don’t know shit about guns, but I tried. We cool? We cool. <3

Warnings: Reader has killed people, guns, some violence, alcohol mention, one drunk dude, long as fuck (to me anyway)

You watch through the end of your scope as the Bat effortlessly takes down yet another armed thug. As far as you can tell, Gotham is one big cesspool that Batman is just trying to clean up. You’re almost, almost sad it has to be this way; that you have him as a target. Nevertheless, money talks, and you’re being paid well to do a job, not get emotional.

Batman finishes off the last of his adversaries, his back facing you. At this point he’s practically begging you to take the shot, and you’re about to when you’re suddenly thrown to the ground face first. A swift kick to your torso knocks the wind out of you, and you feel a large weight settle on your lower back.

“Don’t struggle; I’d hate to have to mess up such a beautiful face.”

Robin. How the fuck did you forget about Robin? You feel some kind of tie enclose around your wrists while you’re mentally chastising yourself for not factoring in boy wonder, and the sensation makes you groan internally. A pair of boots enter your field of vision, and you look up to meet the eyes of the man in the Batsuit. Great.

They haul you off to what you assume is the Batcave; Batman leading you to an interrogation room like the prisoner you currently are, and Robin dropping off your equipment before joining you both. Under the intense fluorescent lighting, they can see just how young you appear to be, a fact that seems to trouble Batman by the look in his eyes. He asks the standard questions: who are you, who hired you, and why would you do this? Your exasperated sighs and eye rolls are his only answers; like you’re really going to tell him any of that.

Unfortunately, some state-of-the-art facial recognition technology exposes a good chunk of your history, including your name. You’re an assassin, bounty-hunter, murderer-for-hire; if it has to do with capturing, killing, and money, you’ve probably dabbled in it. Batman rapidly scans your extensive rap-sheet while Robin eyes you with the cockiest smirk you’ve ever seen on a person. God, you can’t decide if you want to kiss him or choke him out.

“I’d like to make you a deal, Y/N.” “A deal? You’re aware that I was this close to murdering you, right?” “I know, but you didn’t.” “Yeah, your sidekick showed up.” “You had ample opportunities before that. I’m going to go out on a limb and say you’d been watching me for some time. You most likely had plenty of openings; shots you could have taken but didn’t.” “I was waiting for the perfect moment and got interrupted.”

You’re lying. Batman knows it, Robin knows it, and you know it. Sure, you were about to shoot before Robin intervened, but Batman was right, you’d had plenty of openings beforehand and hadn’t utilized any of them.

“From this list of confirmed kills, I can tell you usually only go after the worst of the worst. Someone most likely offered you an amount of money you couldn’t refuse, so you took this assignment. You don’t seem like a bad person, Y/N, and I think you could be a valuable asset to me.” “Are you... offering me a job?” “That’s exactly what I’m doing. In exchange for becoming one of the good guys, I won’t throw you in Arkham for trying to kill me. Do we have a deal?” “...Deal.”

Six months later

“You’ve got to stop drawing your gun on me when I come into your room!” “Then stop sneaking in through the fucking window and use the door! We live in the same mansion Jason, it makes no sense!”

You lowered your shotgun and glared at the messy haired boy standing in front of you. You were getting ready for bed when he oh so graciously decided to drop in unannounced again, prompting you to grab your emergency weapon. He didn’t notice the look on your face as his eyes were too busy roaming your uncovered legs.

“Jason,” you huff, pinching the bridge of your nose. “What do you want?” “Oh, Bruce wants us to do some undercover work together.”

It was then you noticed the manila folder he was holding. You took it from him and rapidly scanned through the information. Apparently the police department was holding an appreciation dinner, because that’s really what Gotham city needs right now, and you and Jason were to go and pose as a couple for extra protection.

“What dipshit decided having a bunch of cops in the same place was a good idea?” “Don’t know. But it’s tomorrow night so I’ll pick you up at six.”

That stupid smirk you’d grown fond of was plastered on Jason’s face and you shoved him towards your door with a loud proclamation of ‘Good night, Jason.’ He took the hint and left, shutting you door softly behind him. It had been a little over six months since you’d tried to fulfill the hit on Bruce, and though you could say your life was better, adapting to the high standards Bruce had was difficult. Even though beating and occasionally maiming was okay, he had a strict no killing policy that you constantly struggled with. Still your combat skills, which were already well developed when you’d first met, were steadily increasing and you were quite handy when it came to finding intelligence on the latest criminal schemes. You couldn’t exactly say you were “one of the good guys”, but having a consistent place to lay your head and stable income were two major pluses of your new life.

The following day, Jason was at your door at six sharp, dressed in what he liked to call a monkey suit. You did one last mirror check before opening your door, Jason’s mouth involuntarily falling open as you did. You were wearing in a knee length black dress that had a deep V neckline and lace cap sleeves. Your black suede pumps clacked against the floor as you walked past him, simply wanting to get this protection detail over with.

The ride to the banquet hall was quiet; your eyes scanning the city outside of the window and Jason’s eyes scanning you. When you reached your destination, you both went over your cover story before exiting the car. Bruce had eyes on the situation through cameras that had been stealthily placed in advance. Jason took your hand and led you into the building, already not liking the way all eyes fell on you as you entered. He led you to the bar so that you both could pretend to talk and determine if there were any threats present.

You had been at the bar for about an hour and a half, Jason leaving your side about thirty minutes in to mingle and blend with the crowd as best he could. There had been no suspicious activity during that time and you almost wished something would happen so you wouldn’t have to hear anymore ‘pat-me-on-the-back-I’m-so-great’ speeches.

“Hey, beautiful.”

Be careful what you wish for.

You turn to look at the man that has just taken the seat on your left. You recognize him as one of the pricks that droned about how much he was helping make the city a better place despite never having actually done anything. He smells like he just took a bath in Budlight and you have to stop yourself from recoiling.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing sitting here all alone?”

Oh. He’s bold.

“I’m not alone, I’m with my boyfriend.”

Right on cue, Jason slides an arm around your waist and lightly kisses your cheek. You know you’re supposed to be pretending, but you can’t deny that you’re enjoying the faux affection.

“Everything okay, babe?” “Mhm. Just making light conversation.”

Budlight man looks like he’s trying to set Jason ablaze with his stare, but then he turns back to you, his hand itching closer to the one you have resting on the bar.

“Wouldn’t you rather be with a man than with a boy?”

Oh. He’s BOLD bold.

The arm that’s around your waist tightens reflexively, and when you face Jason you see a glint in his eye. He wants to break this guy’s neck almost as much as you want to, but you have a much better idea in mind.

You turn the bar stool so that your whole body is facing Jason, uncross your legs, and pull him to you so that you can kiss him hard. He responds immediately, hands coasting down your sides before gripping your hips and pushing your bodies closer together. He kisses you breathless, his tongue exploring your mouth and battling yours for dominance. He knows that you’re letting him kiss you like this, and that shift of power makes him groan against your lips. You pull away smiling and then return your attention to the man that had been hitting on you. He looks beyond pissed and a tad embarrassed and you revel in it.

“Does that answer your question?”

Budlight man stalks away, probably mumbling some derogatory comment about you since he couldn’t have what he wanted. You look back at Jason and when your eyes meet, you notice that his pupils are blown wide.

“You know that was purely for the sake of our cover, right?” “Mhm.” “Good.”

You adjust your dress since Jason’s grabby hands had caused it to wrinkle, before turning your attention to all the inebriated cops you’re now basically babysitting. Jason’s standing on your right side, a hand comfortably resting just above your left hip. He leans in close to you, close enough for you to feel his warm breath hitting your neck.

“You know that when we get home, I’m going to be the one that’s taking off your dress, right?”

You bite your lip at his declaration, ideas of how your night could play out already forming in your mind.

“We’ll see.”

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redhoodieone · 5 years

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Don’t Tell Me Part 7

A/N: Here’s…part 7! Yes! I can’t believe it’s the seventh part in this series (where does the time go??) and it’s almost completed! Yes, there is a plot twist (no spoilers here!) and I think things are starting to come together.

Warnings: Violence, language, and breaking Jason Todd’s heart.

Don’t Tell Me Part 7

The gun shot sound startles Jason until he realizes, Y/N had dropped her gun and shot the wall behind him. He quickly notices Robin had secretly entered the room and tackled her to the floor. Robin had pinned Y/N on her stomach, as they thrashed with one another. Before Jason can say a word, Robin had quickly jammed his finger into the back of Y/N’s neck where the black scab was; removing the microchip he had heard Oracle tell his father.

“Almost…” Robin mutters under his breath. Between Y/N’s screams and attempting to carefully remove the microchip, he worries he may in fact hurt her more.

“Don’t hurt her!” Jason snaps.

“I saw an opportunity, and I took it, Todd. Be grateful I’m doing it,” Robin argues.

Robin then suddenly lifts his bloody soaked fingers and reveals the small microchip from Y/N’s neck. Jason watches Y/N choke out a sob and begin to cry uncontrollably; breaking apart every passing second. He collapses to his knees and holds her tightly. His arms wrap around protectively, and embraces the chance to hold her, feel her, smell her, and be near her. Jason drops his head and nuzzles his face into her neck; shedding his own tears and cries with her.

Not far from them, Tim glares at Jason and Y/N. He aims his gun at them, until Batman throws a batarang at Tim’s hand; jamming into the pistol, which injuries and bloodies his hand after he tries to shoot them.

“Fuck!” Tim screams.

He falls to his knees in pain, but Tim isn’t going to go down without a fight. He digs out the detonator from his back with his left hand, and breaks out into a long, fit of laughter.

“You die. I die. We all die,” Tim whispers, with his thumb above the red button. “Now, how do you that, Dad?”

Batman gasps, and races over to stop Tim. Robin, who had moved behind Tim, strikes him in his back to knock him down. The detonator rolls over to Batman, as Robin works to remove the microchip as how he did with Y/N.

“Get off of me!” Tim shouts.

“Believe me, Drake! I wish I didn’t have to do this but family-fucking-matters!” Robin yells.

During the struggle, Robin successfully removes the microchip and hands both of them to Batman. As Batman stores the microchips in his utility belt, Superman and Nightwing arrive in the back room.

“Where are Joker and Scarecrow’s bodies?” Batman asks them quietly. He fears the worst and hopes no one else will find out about this.

“Bodies?” Nightwing asks confused.

“We didn’t see any bodies,” Superman says.

“But…he…confessed to killing them,” Batman insists.

Nightwing shrugs and contacts Oracle. Within less of a minute, he turns to face them. “They’re…not dead. Oracle said Joker and Scarecrow are in Arkham Asylum. They never escaped. They actually had nothing to do with this,” Nightwing reveals.

“Then it was all Tim. He became the Joker,” Batman realizes. Tim was the Joker, and he acted like the Joker and Scarecrow the entire time.

Superman disconnects the bombs and destroys them far away. Batman carries Tim, and meets the others outside with Jason, who’s holding Y/N tightly in his arms. After everything that has happened, they all go home.

Y/N’s Point of View

I’m too warm.

I’m too comfortable.

Wait…where am I?

I open my eyes and am blinded by how bright the guest bedroom is at Wayne Manor. I’m not entirely sure what happened, or how I got here, but the pain in my body is excruciating.

I can remember bits of what has happened. I know that Tim kidnapped me, and I know I was held captive for three days. I also know about the mental and physical torture he put me through.

The only thing I don’t know is why I’m still alive? Shouldn’t I be dead?

After a short struggle, I manage to kick off the thick white comforter from my body. I immediately notice I’m wearing my red and black plaid pajama pants, and a loose white t-shirt. They must have cleaned me and changed me when we got back last night.

Jason is fast asleep on the chair beside the bed, still in his costume, minus the jacket. His head is leaning on his shoulder, while his arms are crossed. His legs are stretched out in front of him. I force myself to sit up, and I rub his arm to wake him up.

“Jay,” I quietly call out to him.

Jason’s eyes peek at me, and a warm smile takes over his face. “Morning beautiful.”

“What happened?” I ask, suddenly afraid to learn the truth. “I mean, I know what happened but where’s Tim?”

Jason stretches his arms and legs. He runs a hand through his messy dark hair and gives me a sad look.

“Tim’s in the Batcave. He’s…still being treated from last night,” Jason informs me.

I nod my head. If I’m okay now, then that means Tim must be aware of everything and must know I’m still here. “I…I get it. I need to go home.”

“What? Y/N, you can’t just leave!” Jason panics.

I get up from the bed, and I quickly grab my clothes, hairbrush, and shoes. Jason blocks me by standing in front of the door.

“Why? Y/N, I don’t understand. You’ve been missing for three days, and now you want to leave me?” Jason asks, desperately trying to sound tough but he breaks down. I’m surprised to see tears in his eyes. “I-I thought I lost you. I can’t just let you fucking walk out right now when I barely just got you back.”

“If I’m still alive, does that mean the baby is too?” I ask him, honestly. A look of horror washes over my face.

Jason nods his head. “Yes, our baby is fine. But what does that have to do with you leaving?” he asks.

“Because Jason, I was supposed to die. This baby inside me and I were supposed to die. And now that Tim’s here, I don’t think I’m welcome here anymore. I-I mean, this is his family; not mine. After everything that I’ve done, and after everything that has happened, I think it’s safe to say I shouldn’t even be here,” I admit. My voice breaks, too.

“I don’t fucking care what they say. I don’t fucking care what they think. Y/N, I love you, and I love this baby too, and I can’t lose either of you right now. Please…just please stay with me,” Jason pleads. He holds my hand in his, and he lets it all out. He’s destroyed and distraught. I’ve never seen him like this before. “I…can’t be alone anymore. I don’t want to be alone. I-I need you here with me. Please don’t leave me, Y/N.”

It breaks my heart, but I have to follow my instinct. I pull my hands away, and I look up at those broken ocean blue eyes.

“This isn’t about you,” I say calmly. I stand my ground. “This isn’t about me. This isn’t about the baby. This is about Tim. I can’t be here when Tim wakes up. I honestly don’t think Tim will ever want to see me or hear from me ever again. And after everything I’ve done, I need to leave before I make things worse.”

I accomplish pushing Jason aside, and before I can run down the stairs, I pause because I know he’s behind me. Why can’t Jason just let me go?

“Will we…ever be together?” Jason asks softly. He doesn’t hide his pain. He doesn’t shield his emotions. He doesn’t even try to act strong or tough in front of me.

I want to say yes.

I want to tell him I love him.

I even want to tell him we’ll be together forever.

But I also want to tell him we’re bad people, who have done very bad things.

And because we’re bad people who have done very bad things, we’ll never get happy endings.

Because only good people get happy endings.

“Maybe.”

I’m sorry Jason.

#dc comics #batfamily #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #batman #nightwing #superman #tim drake #robin

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gobydana · 5 years

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Batsis Gets Poisoned

A/N: This was the result of my five mile run today. Literally came up with then. Got carried away so it is a little long.

Warning: angst

Y/N woke up not feeling any better then the night before. Her body ached worse then sparring with Cass. Add in her stomach that won’t hold anything down and it made for a bad morning start. Of course she was hoping it was just the flu. No use worrying her family.

Due to her family all being viliagents, she would need to avoid them in order to not worry them. Maybe there was a Arkham break out that would keep them busy. If not, she could always call Aunt Harley. Her mother, Catwoman did have the woman’s number. It wouldn’t be approved by her father, the big Batman himself, but if it kept her over cautious family off her back, it works.

She decided to spend the day in an old room that use to be empty. She had turned it into her play room as a kid and later a hideout with pillows and books. Currently she need to study for a test. After all, she was not the top student at Gotham University for nothing.

Throughout the day, her headache got worse. She kept some crackers nearby to munch on. They seemed to be no help. By the graces of the gods above, none of her overbearing siblings came looking for her. To have a whole day alone in the manor was unusual. Her father must be busy on League items. Hopefully he took Damian with him.

Around dinner time, she fell asleep. She was so out of it that she missed when her family came barging in the house towards the cave. By the time she woke up, it was already 10pm and she was feeling even worse. In fact, her stomach felt like it was going to vomit. She quickly ran towards her bathroom.

As she vomited into the toilet, her body started to shake. Cold sweat dripped down underneath her shirt. The sky outside grew darker as she felt worse and worse. Among the haze that was now covering her mind, she could only think that she needed to call someone. Her mom no doubt had no phone on her.

Luckily, she had a number saved to us in case of emergencies. It rang once before a voice answered.

“Who are you, and how did you get this number.”

“Oracle it’s me Y/N. Dad gave me this number in case of an emergency.” She said. Unknown to her, as her hearing was getting fuzzy, most of it came out soft but thankfully Oracle understood it.

“Hold on, I am going to put you through.”

“Batman, I have Little Sparrow on the comns, through that number you gave her.”

“Patch her through.” Batman said quickly. Oracle didn’t miss the hint of fear though that was present in his voice. A voice that was more Bruce Wayne than Batman at the moment.

“Little Sparrow, what is wrong.” Bruce said softly, using the nickname her siblings gave her when she was little.

“Dad something isn’t right. I went from feeling bad this morning to barley staying awake. My whole body hurts and everything is fuzzy.”

“It’ll be okay. Oracle gave me your location, stay put okay? I am coming.” He said before hanging up to talk to Oracle and get ahold of Catwoman.

In his rush to hang up, he had missed Y/N softly say, “Please don’t hang up, I am scared.”

One detail that Y/N left out was the blood in her puke and the black spots she was seeing. Her training kicked in and she knew it wasn’t good. She thought maybe if she could just get to the cave where Alfred was. Afterall, it was cold down there and that would feel good.

Bruce raced through the manor with Catman hot on his heels. She had gotten there as soon as he had. All he had to say was something was wrong with Y/N and she was racing back towards the manor. Both climbed up the stairs towards her room.

The sight that greeted them was Y/N passed out on the floor. Her skin pale, sweat still dripping down her face. Once Bruce put his hand on her, he felt how warm she had gotten. It wasn’t good. He picked her up and ran towards the cave.

By the time they got down there, every bat in the city and beyond were in there. Oracle might have let it slip through the comns something was wrong. They were greeted by the sight of worried Selina and Bruce holding Y/N close to him.

Alfred was on the phone with Dr. Leslie and the rest of the family were gathering medical supplies. Quickly Bruce got her hooked up to an IV and got blood samples. He gave them to Duke to run through the batcomputer. Tim was looking through manor cameras tracking her last 48 hours.

The whole family went to work. Selina stayed near her talking, hoping maybe their daughter could hear her. Telling her she would be okay, if not for Y/N sake, then for her’s. She couldn’t lose her.

“Ummm we got issues.” Duke said as the computer popped up the cause of the illness.

The whole family including Dr. Lesile, who just arrived, gathered around to see the results. Slow acting poison had gotten into her blood stream. Immediately Lesile went to Y/N to see what more she could do for the girl. Bruce stood there staring for a moment till jumping into action.

The boys went to identifying who would make it. Cass was helping Selina come up with a list of who would have given Y/N Kyle-Wayne poison. Oracle was tracking her whereabouts through the whole city.

“Bad news B.” Jason said. “This is poison we have linked before to Falcone.

“I have video of one of Falcone’s guys slipping something into her drink last night when she was out.” Oracle chimed in.

“How would Falcone know Y/N is Batman’s daughter?” Stephanie asked.

“He wouldn’t.” Selina said as she entered the room. “He knew she was my daughter. I am part of the reason a few of his men went away. Important men.” Selina said with a sad look on her face. He got back at her through her daughter.

“Find Falcone.” Bruce ordered as he stared at his other children. “But no killing.”

“What.” Jason and Damian chimed in.

“Don’t worry, there are fates worse then death.” Nightwing said while getting into the batmobile.

“Fun reminder that Dick is scary when someone hurts his loved ones. Like really scary.” Tim said as he hoped into the batmobile last.

“Lesile!” Bruce hollered.

“Alfred and I are already on the anti-dote. Thankfully or well unthankfully, depending how you look at it. We have dealt with it before at the hospital.”

As she headed towards the medical room, where Y/N laid, Bruce turned to Selina. He took her into his arms as she finally let out the tears that she had been holding, not wanting anyone to see them.

“She is going to hate me.”

“You know she won’t. She is not that type of person.” He said while his batsuite got wet from the tears.

“I wish she would.” Selina sniffed. “The last month she has been asking to go to this new brunch place. Instead I have been too busy dealing with the Falcone guys and animal abuse. Now she is hurt because of it.”

“We can take her there once she is better. She has asked me too, we both have been too busy. Once she is awake, we will make it up to her.” He said while softly kissing her head.

After Lesile gave her the shot with anti-dote, they moved her into her bedroom. An IV and heart monitor were hooked up to her while she slept. The rest of the family slowly piled in. While they were showered, bruises and cuts littered their bodies. For once, Bruce didn’t ask for a report. Nightwing just nodded in silent confirmation that Falcone’s men were taken care of.

The whole family waited for her to wake up. Her bedroom was filled with people on the couch, on her dresser. Jason was reading a book she left on a nightstand while leaning against her bed.

As the noon sun shined through the window, Y/N started to stir in her sleep. As she opened her eyes, she saw her mom and dad next to her. The rest of the family seemed to fill up every inch of her room that once seemed big. All of them started talking at once, it started to overwhelm Y/N.

“Everyone quite.” Selina said. “You okay Y/N.”

“Yeah. I also seemed to get a small jest of what happened.” She replied softly.

“Please don’t scare us like that again.” Barbara said.

Batsis weakly laughed at the remark. For being the only non-cape wearing person in there, she seemed to be in the most danger.

“I’ll try my best.”

“Good.” Stephanie said. “Now I heard a movie marathon helps.”

“Can I pick it?” Y/N said.

“Being poison does qualify you to pick the movies.” Tim replied.

“Great Monty Python and the Holy Grail quote along and more geeky movies.” Damian replied.

“Hell yes.” Duke shouted.

“That’s it, you two are sitting next to each other. I don’t need to hear you guys scream the quotes.” Stephanie said.

The family started making their way to the movie room as Dick gave Y/N a piggy back ride. They got settled in. Y/N under a lot of blankets with Bruce and Selina near him. Tim put the movie in.

“Once you are better sweetie, why don’t you, your dad, and I go to that new brunch place.” Selina said.

“I would love that.” She said as she nestled under the blankets.

As the movie played, Bruce and Selina couldn’t help but smile as she was safe and happy once again.

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lukasagitta · 5 years

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One thing I wondered after reading your posts about Jason & your job/areas of interests: how would YOU go about helping Jason or suggesting the kind of help he'd need?

the problem is, i don’t think pre52 jason would ever approach anyone for psych help. if someone isn’t willing to seek help and isn’t an immediate danger to themselves or others in a visible way that would lead to them getting sectioned to an inpatient psych unit (basically yes he is a danger to others but he wouldn’t get caught broadcasting that so it doesn’t matter), then there’s not much that anyone can do. arkham does not help and is not helpful lol.

even if he did seek out help, he’d need a very...special...psychiatrist/psych NP/therapist/what-have-you, given the circumstances of his trauma. i know some people mention characters like dinah, who isn’t a professional anyway, but...pre52 jason isn’t exactly on good terms with that crowd, so he’d never ask them for help even if it was his best option. maybe he’d be willing to talk to leslie, but she’s also not a psychiatric professional, so she’d be limited in what she could do. new52 jason might seek it out, but i’m not nearly as familiar with his current mental state.

that being said, in an ideal world in which he’d be willing to cooperate:

family therapy. jason and bruce will have a proper conversation or so help them. there’s a lot that they don’t understand about each other. they both love each other, so they just gotta...figure that shit out. i’d love for them to basically...accept each other as far as they can. bruce accepting that he can’t change the way that jason operates, and jason accepting that bruce will never break his rules for anyone, but that doesn’t mean they don’t care about each other.

cognitive behavioral therapy. get him out of those unproductive thought patterns.

stress-management techniques that don’t involve crime.

a dog. i say this jokingly and seriously. dogs can be really helpful for people with PTSD, particularly people as closed-off as jason. if he doesn’t want to talk to/be vulnerable with another person, well, his dog sure won’t judge him. dogs can also be trained to help with nightmares and things like that. when i rp him/imagine him being happy, it always involves a dog.

prazosin. it’s used to treat nightmares in people with PTSD. we never saw direct evidence that pre52 jason suffered from nightmares, but it’s highly likely.

as for other meds...eh. he’s not depressed. he’s not even visibly anxious. his case is...complex, and would require further evaluation before i could really suggest anything else specific.

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camsthisky · 7 years

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A War Inside My Head

ao3 | ff.net

Thanks to @tantalum-cobalt and @chimaerakitten for looking this over. I didn’t change much but the things you pointed out, so thanks for taking the time to beta! I really appreciate it!

“What if I poke him?” someone murmurs.

“If you do that, he’s going to hit you,” someone else says.

“He wouldn’t hit me. It’s Dick.” The first voice pauses. “And besides, he’d totally poke me, too.”

“No, I’d do it to you. Or Damian, or Steph. But not Dick.”

“Yes, Todd,” a new voice chimes in, though it sounds reluctant. “Grayson would most likely dote on the sight of you drooling on your pillow.”

Someone snickers. “Oh my God. Now I can’t stop picturing it.”

“Shut it if you know what’s good for you, Damian. You, too, Tim.”

The voices are invading his dreams, Dick realizes. He can’t match voices to names or faces, but they sound familiar enough that Dick figures he’s not in any danger. And honestly, Dick’s tired enough to sleep for days.

He just wishes the voices would get the memo.

Someone tuts. “Like you could take me down.”

“I will shoot you.”

“Leave him alone, Jay.”

“And what’s up with that? Since when are you on the Demon Brat’s side?”

“Since he stopped Bruce from throwing out all of my coffee.”

“What—do I even want to know?”

“I thought it might be a fruitful investment. I turned out to be correct.”

Dick forces his eyes open, and he blinks blearily up at the trio standing in the middle of the living room, just inches away from the couch Dick had collapsed on when he’d gotten back to the Manor earlier. None of them are looking at him, and while they’re all being relatively quiet, it isn’t quiet enough for Dick. He’s tired, and as much as he’d normally love for his little brothers to be in the same room and talking and not killing each other, now is kind of a bad time.

He just wants to sleep, preferably without any little brothers interrupting his first rest in over 48 hours.

“If you’re gonna talk, do it somewhere else,” Dick tells them, half his face smooshed against a couch pillow, slightly muffling his slurred words. “‘M tryna sleep.”

Jason doesn’t miss a beat. “Then why aren’t you in your bed, Goldie? The couch isn’t exactly the best place to crash.”

“Wasn’t gonna make it,” Dick murmurs, eyes sliding closed.

It’s quiet long enough that Dick is able to slip back into a doze, and he can almost convince himself that Jason, Tim and Damian have left the room with use of bat-training. Except, he can still feel their eyes on him, and it’s annoying.

Dick makes an irritated noise in the back of his throat, and without opening his eyes again, asks, “What?”

“Nothing,” Tim says, but it’s too quick. “Just—what did you mean by that?”

“By what?”

“When you said you wouldn’t make it to your bed.”

Dick sighs, and pushes himself up on his elbow. They’re still huddled, but they look more concerned than amused now—well. Tim does. Damian looks indifferent, but that’s just his usual I’m-interested-and-worried-but-I’ll-never-admit-it expression, so Dick counts it. Jason just looks...odd.

Yeahhhh, Dick’s not touching that look with a ten-foot pole. Moving on.

“I’ve been working a case,” Dick says. “I just finished an’ I’m tired, so if you want me off this couch you’re gonna hafta carry me, ‘cause I’m not moving.”

Tim frowns. “What case?”

“And why wasn’t I involved?” Damian asks, arms crossing over his chest.

Jason doesn’t say anything.

Dick sighs. “A drug dealer made it big in Blüdhaven and worked his way to Gotham, but I didn’t realize he was coming here until I was just about to bust him. Besides, all of you have been busy.”

At least, that’s what they’d told him when he’d requested a movie night the day before he started tailing the guy.

“How long were you after this guy?” Jason sounds interested, which is, again, odd. Jason doesn’t usually care what Nightwing does as long as he stays out of Red Hood’s way. Which Dick had. Or maybe Jason’s just interested in the guy because he’s a drug dealer in Gotham. It seems like the sort of thing Jason would get worked up about, given that at some point Jason had his hands on half of Gotham’s criminal underbelly.

“I was tailing him for two days,” Dick tells him. “And I took him down—” a glance at the clock, “—about two hours ago. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to go back to sleep.”

Dick collapses back on the couch again, ready to drift back to sleep. Hopefully now that their curiosity is satisfied, his little brothers will go away and be nice to each other.

Unfortunately, his brothers have other ideas. They start murmuring to each other, like they think Dick can’t hear him. He’s right here, though, and yes. He can hear every word they’re saying to each other.

“Should we tell him?” Tim asks. He sounds conflicted.

“He’s sleep deprived,” Jason says. “Mr. happy-go-lucky is grumpier than I’ve ever seen him.”

“It’s only two days,” Tim argues. “I’ve gone longer.”

Damian scoffs. “Yes, well he’s not you, Drake.”

“He’s going to find out the moment he turns on the news, anyways.”

“Y’know I can hear you, right?” Dick asks, but then he sighs, cracking his eyes open again. “Why’re you guys even here?”

Tim hesitates, but when Jason and Damian aren’t forthcoming, his shoulders droop. “It’s, uh. There’s been a breakout out from Arkham, and Bruce wants all hands on deck.”

Dick’s rolling off the couch and onto his feet before Tim’s even finished talking. He runs his hand down his face and blinks rapidly trying to get his bearings. Going from lying to standing in two seconds hadn’t been the smartest idea. “Just give me a sec,” Dick tells them.

Tim looks unsure. “Dick—”

“Yeah, I don’t think so, Dickiebird,” Jason says, pushing him back down to sit on the couch. Dick can’t seem to put up much resistance, so he goes down compliantly. “We can handle this.”

Dick frowns. “But Bruce said-”

“Bruce also doesn’t know you’re running on fumes,” Tim counters.

“Contrary to what you think, we can handle this without you, Grayson,” Damian says. “Sleep.”

“Wow,” Tim says, and his eyes are wide and completely mocking. Looks like the coffee saving has been forgotten. “That almost sounded like you care.”

“Nonsense,” Damian sniffs. “Grayson would just be a hindrance, is all.”

Dick knows that Damian’s just covering for what he thinks is weakness, but Dick also knows that Damian’s right. After spending the past two days tailing his drug dealer with hardly any sleep, Dick’s worn out. He wouldn’t be at the top of his game, and he’d be sloppy. More than likely, he’d get seriously injured and someone would have to bail him out.

“Right,” Dick says. “You guys go then. I’ll stay and keep Alfie company.”

Jason huffs out a laugh that says that he doesn’t quite believe Dick. “Right, sure. How about this. You stay here, make sure we don’t have to save your ass, and tomorrow night, after we finish clean up, maybe we can have that movie night you wanted.”

“I want to pick the movie,” Damian says immediately, a scowl across his face again. “I refuse to be subjected to another Disney movie. Or another documentary.”

Tim shoots Damian a nasty look. “That was one time.”

Dick laughs quietly, his lips quirking up in a smile. “That sounds nice, Jay. Promise I won’t run off.”

A chime sounds, and Tim pulls out his phone. “Uh oh. B’s down in the Cave, and he’s not happy.”

Jason rolls his eyes. “Is he ever?” Jason asks. “I swear, there’s a stick up Bruce’s ass, and nothing anyone does is going to get it out of there.”

Damian tuts again. “Todd, have a little more respect.”

“For who? Bruce? You’re kidding, right?”

Damian sweeps out of the room, and Jason follows him, their argument fading into indistinct murmurs as they head towards Bruce’s study. Tim, though. Tim stays, and he turns to Dick. He looks a little hesitant, but not in a bad way, so Dick waits until Tim’s figured out what he needs to say.

“You’re going to stay, right?”

Dick nods. “I’ll stay. I won’t be much use to you out there.”

“You know, we were worried.”

“About me?”

Tim hums an affirmative. “You’ve been working a lot of cases without us.”

Dick smiles. It’s weary, but genuine. “I’m okay, Tim.” And he is. There has just been a lot for him to do, the same way that Bruce and Tim have both been frantically trying to keep up with everything. “You should go. They’re going to need you.”

“Sure,” Tim says easily, though his eyes tell Dick that this conversation is far from over. “I’ll see you when I get back. Make sure you get some rest.”

Dick waves as Tim exits the room, calling a “Stay safe!” after him.

And then it’s just Dick sitting on a couch, and he’s suddenly very, very awake. Even if he can’t put on his uniform, he still wants to help out. He’ll find Alfred, and he’ll wait for everyone to come back home, safe and sound. And after that, he’ll sleep.

“Do you think he’s actually going to stay?” Stephanie asks as she adjusts her cowl, looking over to where Tim’s fiddling with his bandoliers. “He can be really stubborn when he wants to.”

“He’ll stay,” Tim says quietly. “I think he’s knows that he isn’t up for this.”

“If you say so,” Stephanie says, wishing that she could feel as sure as Tim does.

Bruce enters, cowl up, and it’s all business. “Let’s go,” Batman growls, and then they’re all off, ready to beat in some bad guys’ faces, and Stephanie forces herself to forget about Dick Grayson being too tired to force himself to save the day, to pretend like it’s not going to eat her up inside.

Dick doesn’t even last an hour before he falls asleep again, this time in Bruce’s computer chair.

But even if he’s sleeping, it’s not peaceful. His head feels heavy. There’s a buzz in the back of his mind, and his skull is thumping with every beat of his heart. All in all, a very miserable existence. He wonders if it’s from the sleep deprivation or if this is something entirely different. Maybe he’s getting sick.

“Master Richard?” Alfred calls, prodding Dick back into wakefulness, just like he used to when Dick was a kid waiting for Batman to get back after a particularly nasty nightmare. “Are you sure you would not be more comfortable in your own bed?”

“‘M fine, Alfie,” Dick tells him. “I wanna wait for Bruce an’ the others to get back.”

Alfred looks troubled, but he doesn’t argue. “If you are sure.”

Alfred leaves, off to clean and worry, and worry and clean, and maybe find some time to cook in between, just like he always does whenever anyone goes out ever. But it’s especially hard for him on nights like this, where everyone’s called out into the night, and Dick finds himself in the exact same position.

He hates it, and he can’t understand how Alfred’s managed to do it night after night for so many years. Dick would die from worry alone.

Dick falls asleep—again—to those thoughts, and the next time he wakes up, he’s being shaken, worried blue eyes staring down at him from Bruce Wayne’s face—he’s still in costume, but sans cowl. Bruce’s hand comes out of nowhere and sweeps his hair out of his face. Dick can’t help but lean into the touch.

“Dick,” Bruce whispers. “Bed time.”

“‘S everyone okay?”

“Tim has a scratch on his cheek, and Jason hit his funny bone accidentally when he elbowed a guy in the face.”

“That’s it?” Dick asks.

“That’s it,” Bruce confirms. “No one’s hurt, Dick, so go to sleep.”

Dick scrunches up his face. “I was asleep.”

“Bed,” Bruce orders, but it’s gentle. Nothing like his orders in costume, that’s for sure. There’s this undertone of worry, but Dick still can’t force himself to disobey—he wonders what that says about him. “Now.”

Dick hums in agreement. “That sounds nice,” Dick sighs, his eyes drooping shut. “But I dunno if I can get there by myself.”

There’s silence for a moment, and then Bruce is in front of him again, freshly showered and dressed in sweats and a t-shirt. Dick wonders how long he’d actually closed his eyes for, because it felt like seconds. Definitely not long enough for Bruce to get out of the costume, scrub himself down, and throw some clothes on.

Then Bruce is levering him up, throwing Dick’s arm around his shoulder, until Dick’s standing, dead weight against Bruce’s mass. Bruce practically drags him up the stairs and to his bedroom, and Dick thinks he should probably help somewhat, but his feet have decided that they don’t work anymore, because he can’t seem to get them underneath him.

Bruce only stops once they reach Dick’s bedroom. Dick’s still more asleep than awake when his face hits his pillow, and by the time he realizes that Bruce is trying to get Dick underneath the blanket, he’s too far gone to care.

Dick passes out before Bruce even finishes tucking him in.

Everyone’s relieved that Dick doesn’t sneak out of the Cave, but they’re also really worried. Tim, though, he’s not sure what to make of this situation. Because it isn’t supposed to be Dick that’s forced to stay behind because he’s too tired. That’s usually Tim’s job.

But after seeing how tired Dick was the night before, Tim’s not surprised that Dick’s not at breakfast the next morning. He worries his bottom lip, thinking about how Dick got so tired in the first place.

Jason shoots him a look from across the dining table, one that says he knows exactly what Tim’s thinking, and that he better knock it off. Well, tough. Jason might like to pretend that he isn’t attached to this mess that’s their family, but Tim accepted it a long time ago. There’s no point in denying it now.

Damian comes in as Alfred is placing down a plate of omelets in front of Tim. The kid takes note of the people in the room—just Tim, Jason, Alfred—and sniffs in what everybody but Dick would call disdain (Dick would call it concern, but Tim just can’t see it).

“Where is Grayson?” Damian asks, settling in a few chairs down from Jason.

Jason stabs a pancake with his fork. “Sleeping.”

Damian scowls. “Still?”

“He was dead tired,” Tim points out, frowning. “And I saw Bruce dragging him to bed after we all came home. I was going to check on him after breakfast.” He lets Alfred top off his orange juice. “Thanks, Alfred.”

Alfred smiles. “You’re quite welcome, Master Timothy. As for Master Richard, give him a few more hours to sleep off his exhaustion. From what I understand, he’s been under quite a bit of stress lately. He could use the rest.”

Tim frowns harder, Damian does that weird pouting-scowling thing he does whenever he’s worried about Dick, and Jason sighs into his hands. If Bruce were here, he’d be brooding over Alfred’s words, wondering just how much time he should give Dick before he went and sounded the alarm bells.

But that’s Bruce, and while Tim is more than capable of waiting two or three hours before checking in on his brother, he doesn’t really want to. He wonders if it would be so wrong to check on Dick now, and if he’s still in bed, Tim doesn’t really see the harm in slipping under the covers and spending a day lazing about. God knows he deserves it.

So Tim says, “Sure, Alfred,” and makes a mental note to check on Dick right after he finishes his breakfast, ignoring the disbelieving snort from Jason and the knowing look from Damian. He knows that Alfred probably knows that he’s lying, but the butler doesn’t call him out on it, so he’s pretty much in the clear.

They’re all worried, and Dick sleeping isn’t going to deter Tim from checking on him.

Now, to finish this omelet.

Dick’s dreams don’t quite make sense, even with dream logic intact.

He’s not Nightwing, he’s Batman again, the weight of the cape and the cowl and the world sitting on his shoulders. A weight Bruce seems to hold up so easily. A weight that Dick never quite could. But it’s back, and it’s heavy. That’s not the part that doesn’t make sense though.

What he doesn’t get is why there are three Robins, now. Damian and Tim, he gets, but Jason’s put the costume back on, too, and that doesn’t sit well with Dick at all. He doesn’t know why, but it feels wrong.

All the same, he accepts the burden. He accepts the weight of the cape pulling him down deeper into the abyss, the responsibility of watching out for Robin—the Robins—and making sure that they don’t have to do what he made sure Robin was for all those years ago. Bruce isn’t under the cowl, and Dick won’t ask of them the same Bruce asked of him.

They aren’t fighting anybody, but Dick’s covered in blood, and he doesn’t understand why. They’re in the Cave, haven’t left, but Jason and Tim and Damian—all thirteen years old—are looking at Dick like he just killed a man.

And then Bruce is holding Dick’s face between his blood-slicked hands, and Dick’s not sure what’s happening. He just knows that somehow, somehow, it’s his fault.

Bruce pulls back his lips and snarls, telling Dick, “You did this to me. You did this to them,” and over Bruce’s shoulder are Jason and Tim and Damian looking at him like he’s just killed a man, because he did. He killed a man and three kids, and it’s his fault. All his fault.

He’s covered in blood. All five of them are covered in blood, but only four out of five of them are bleeding heavily from bullet holes all over their bodies. And it’s Dick that’s holding a gun. Bruce grips Dick’s face harder. Dick shoots. Again and again and again, and he’s afraid.

And then it replays all over again.

Dick kills his family six times over before he turns the gun on himself.

“Did you know he had a fever?” Damian demands, stomping into Bruce’s study. He looks absolutely thunderous, and Bruce honestly doesn’t blame him, because there’s that clenching in his own gut that’s only there when one of his kids are hurt or ill. When Bruce doesn’t answer, Damian takes another step closer. “Did you know.”

Bruce sighs, dropping his pen and leaning back in his chair. “He was warm last night when I checked on him, but Alfred told me it spiked this morning.”

Damian’s quiet for a moment, staring at the floor. “What’s wrong with him?”

“I don’t know,” Bruce admits. “But I’m trying to find out.”

In the end, Dick sleeps almost 13 hours (a few spent with different siblings slipping under the blankets with him, he’ll find out later), and a glance out the window to see the sun streaming through tells him that it’s sometime in the afternoon by the time Dick finally shakes off the remains of unconsciousness.

Barely.

He’s still unbelievably tired, and he really doesn’t want to get up. In fact, it’d just be so much easier to fall back into slumber, and Dick’s eyes fall shut again without his express permission. Before he knows it, he’s dozing.

“Dick,” Bruce whispers, startling Dick into opening his eyes again, and he blinks up at Bruce. It’s déjà vu, Dick thinks, because he thinks that they’ve done this dance once before—only Dick had had a lot less sleep then, because there’d been a lot more confusion.

“Bruce?” Dick croaks, squinting up at his dad. “What’re you doin’ in here?”

“It’s time to get up. You need to eat something.”

Dick frowns, and tries to think through the sleepy haze still clouding his brain. “I don’t think I’m hungry. I had a weird dream and I think it’s making me sick.”

“I still want you to try.”

“There were three Robins,” Dick says, because for some reason he needs Bruce to understand.

Bruce has gone from soft and gentle to unhappy, almost in an instant, and Dick wonders if it was something he’d said. “Dick,” Bruce says, his voice taking on a harsher edge. “You need to eat. If you don’t, I’m going to call Leslie.”

Well, Dick isn’t sure of a lot of things right now, but he’s sure he doesn’t want that. So he levers himself up and blinks against the black dots dancing in front of his eyes. Lots of blinking today, it seems. “I’ll eat,” he tells Bruce. “Don’t call Leslie.”

“Good,” Bruce says, his voice soft again. He grabs a bowl of soup from the tray sitting on Dick’s bedside table and hands it to Dick. He takes the bow from Bruce with shaking hands, but he manages to get more than five bites into his mouth before the urge to vomit hits.

Dick drops the spoon into the bowl. “I think I’m gonna be sick,” he whispers.

Bruce is quick. He grabs the bowl, sets it down, and grips Dick’s bicep all within a second, and then he’s pulling Dick to his stumbling feet and leading him to the private bathroom in his room. Dick’s in front of the toilet retching into the bowl seconds later, his stomach spasming painfully.

The entire time, Bruce is there. Rubbing his back, running his fingers through Dick’s hair, keeping up quiet murmuring that Dick can’t really pay attention to right now. It’s comforting, and Dick’s exhausted enough that the eating and the retching are enough to have him leaning his sweaty face against the cool porcelain of the bathtub beside him.

“I don’t feel good,” Dick mutters, because he’s not sure what else to say. He just wants to feel good again. “What’s wrong with me?”

“Stress,” Bruce tells him, his fingers brushing his damp hair away from his face. “You’re stressed out, and your body couldn’t handle it.”

“I’ve been stressed before and it’s never been like this.”

“Your immune system’s weaker because you haven’t been sleeping, Dick. You’ve been running yourself into the ground, and now it’s biting you in the ass.”

“Language.”

“I don’t think I need a lecture on cursing from you of all people,” Bruce says, his voice light and teasing and gentle in a way it hasn’t been in so, so long. Since before Jason, maybe. Or maybe before that, even. It wasn’t like Dick and Bruce had really been on speaking terms when Jason came into their lives, after all.

Dick swallows back the tears threatening to prick at his eyes. “I’m tired, Bruce.”

“I know,” is all Bruce says, and they stay in the bathroom like that for a really long time.

Damian slips into Grayson’s bedroom that evening, and he stops cold. Because Father is lying there on the bed, Grayson curled up into his side, fast asleep, and Damian thinks that maybe he should back up and leave before he interrupts an intimate moment between his father and his oldest brother.

But Father catches him before he can go anywhere, and Damian walks towards the bed reluctantly at his father’s nod.

Damian’s gaze flicks to Grayson and before he can really process the fact that he’s saying anything, Damian asks, “Is he alright?”

Father sighs. “It’s stress. He’s doing better, but Alfred says it’ll probably be another day of sleeping off exhaustion.”

Damian nods, and then hesitates again before asking, “Would it be alright it…?”

“Come here, Damian,” Father says, and he lifts up his other arm, the one not wrapped around Grayson, and Damian takes the offer before it can be rescinded. They stay like that for a while, and Damian can’t find it in him to be humiliated about the position.

When Dick wakes up again, it takes him a moment to understand why he’s so warm. Burning almost. He’s settled against someone’s—Bruce’s—chest, and both his and Bruce’s body heat underneath the covers is almost too much to bear, and it—it’s not something Dick can really comprehend. Because Dick’s curled up next to Bruce plenty of times before, and never before has it been this hot.

“Stop squirming,” Bruce says out of the blue, his voice rumbling in his chest underneath Dick’s cheek, and Dick’s even more confused. Because he isn’t even moving. But then Bruce speaks up again, exasperation clear in his voice, “Damian. Stop.”

“Tell Drake to keep away from me, then,” Damian sneers. “He keeps elbowing me.”

“I wouldn’t if you would stop taking up so much of the bed,” Tim hisses, and there’s a commotion from the other side of the bed that Dick can only really listen to. He’s too tired to raise his head, and he’d had that unsettling dream once again.

It’s almost like feels like there’s something crawling beneath his skin, something heavy weighing down both his body and his mind.

“Shut up,” a new voice says, but this one is from farther away. It’s Jason, and Dick thinks he sounds like he’s sitting at the desk in the corner of his bedroom. “You’re gonna wake Dick up.”

“You’re going to wake Dick up,” Tim shoots back, but there’s no heat behind the words.

“You’re all too late,” Bruce says, amusement in his voice, and Dick finally raises his head to see Bruce looking down at him eyebrow raised. “Good morning, Dick.”

“It’s eleven pm,” Tim protests from somewhere on the other side of Bruce.

Bruce hums but he doesn’t correct himself. Instead he just squeezes Dick a little closer to his comfort and Dick lays his head back down on his dad’s chest, feeling a sudden urge to cry. He doesn’t know if it’s because he’s surrounded by his family or if it’s because he’s still feeling sick, but the tears prick at his eyes nevertheless.

“Is he actually awake this time?” Damian asks, sounding skeptical.

“Will all of you be quiet?” Steph cries from somewhere beyond the bed and on the floor. “Me and Cass are trying to sleep.”

Jason snorts. “You’re playing Go Fish.”

There’s silence after that besides a little bit of muffled laughter from Cass, but for the most part the room goes quiet, and Dick feels himself start to relax under Bruce’s hand rubbing up and down his back.

“Go back to sleep, Dick,” Bruce says quietly. “We’ll all be here when you wake up again.”

And Dick, well. He believes Bruce. He relaxes fully, that something underneath his skin settling down for the moment with the knowledge of his family surrounding him, some of them not even an arm’s length away.

Dick falls asleep, and when he wakes up again, it’s to Bruce holding him. To Jason sneaking him worried glances from over by the desk. To Tim crawling from one side of the bed in order to lie on Dick’s other side. To Damian hiding concern behind raised hackles and cruel words only directed towards Tim and Jason and Steph. To Stephanie cracking lame jokes with a full belly laugh. To Cass sitting at the end of the bed resting a comforting hand on his blanket covered foot. To Alfred opening up the door and serving them all breakfast up in Dick’s room.

They’re all here, and Dick, even if he doesn’t feel ready to shake off his exhaustion and sickness and face the world yet, feels safe with his family surrounding him.

#dick grayson #tim drake #damian wayne #jason todd #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #dc #camryn writes #a war inside my head #i swear the title made sense when i chose it a month ago

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lopithecusfanfiction · 7 years

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The End of the Star: Chapter One

Author: Lopithecus Pairing: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3061 Alternate: AO3, fanfiction.net Summary: Bruce Wayne, is attacked and kidnapped on his way home from a charity event. Mysterious men whisk the billionaire away to a remote planet, light years away from Earth. A star system in peril needs his help. He must act to save the people of this strange new world. Things are not always as they seem, and what awaits on this alien odyssey will challenge even the Batman's resolve. Warnings:

Homophobia

Implied/Referenced Dubious Consent

Kidnapping

Alien Abduction

Non-consensual drug use

Prison

Lex trolling

World Destruction

General Death

Minor Character Death

Genocide

It’s Brainiac’s fault

Ruffles

Boys in dresses

Cross Dressing

Plot

Porn with plot

Porn with feelings

Heartbreak

Resolved sexual tension

Author's Note: So, since the SB BB is now over, I figured I should finally start posting the chapters to this here. Some announcements first: See the wonderful art to this fic by VaticanSaint here! I would like to thank my beta bscao3 for beta reading this story. I wouldn't have been able to do this without her help and her encouragement. She worked so hard and I appreciate it so much! I would also like to thank VaticanSaint for making the wonderful art. His pieces are absolutely beautiful and I love them so much! Please enjoy!!

Chapter One:

“I would like to thank all of you for coming today and for your generous donations to the Worldwide Orphans Foundation. Your money will be used to give these children better lives and to help them have a brighter future. Thank you.” Bruce continues to stand up on the stage for a few seconds longer as applause erupts throughout the room, before he makes his way back to his seat. He is throwing a party in order to raise not only awareness for children that have been orphaned, but to also raise money for the Worldwide Orphans Foundation. The turnout has been immense, to Bruce’s pleasure, and he wouldn’t be all that surprised if it was because he was throwing it in Metropolis. Metropolis is a bit safer than Gotham after all.

He walks back to his table where Dick and Jason are currently sitting. Bruce had goaded Dick into coming. He might not be Robin anymore but he is still part of this family, and it is important that he show up to these things every once in awhile. Plus, he’s there when Jason gets bored and starts to act up. Dick can entertain him a lot better than Bruce can.

As he sits back down in his seat, Dick holds up his champagne glass. Bruce picks up his own, and Jason picks up the flute that currently has sparkling water in it. He had put up a fight about not having alcohol, claiming that he has had it before, but Bruce refused to allow a minor any sort of alcohol. “Congrats on being successful in this endeavor. A lot of people showed up,” Dick says, clinking their glasses together.

“Thank you Dick.” Bruce brings his glass to his mouth and takes a small sip. Dick does the same while Jason chugs his water.

“So does this mean we can go home now?” Jason asks, leaning back in his chair. His tux is all rumpled from when he carelessly slouched in his seat earlier. Alfred will be displeased.

Before Bruce can answer, a hand is placed on Jason’s shoulder. “I do hope you won’t be leaving us so soon Brucie.”

Bruce stands and offers his hand. “Lexie.”

He relishes the small grimace that Lex Luthor gives him. “Please, just Lex.”

“Whatever you say, Lexie.” Lex’s eyebrow twitches. “Have you donated yet?”

“Of course I have. I’ve donated half a million dollars.” Lex wipes the hand that he had shaken Bruce’s hand with on a napkin.

“Wow, Lexie! That almost rivals my million-dollar donation.” This time Lex’s whole face seems to twitch uncontrollably. He can see Jason laughing from the corner of his eyes and Dick isn’t doing much better.

Lex frowns. “Yes, well, we all can’t just throw our money at things Brucie.” He clears his throat, looking from Dick to Jason and then back to Bruce. He looks displeased. “Have a good evening.” He walks away and the three of them watch him leave in amusement.

“You know,” Dick starts. “You getting under Lex Luthor’s skin will never get old. It’s just so priceless.”

“Did you see his face?” Jason all but chokes out, he’s laughing so hard. “I thought he was having an aneurism or something.”

“Now, now boys, settle down. We really shouldn’t tease the competition.” Bruce smirks and the two boys erupt in more laughter. When they finally calm down, Bruce answers Jason’s initial question. “We’ll leave in another hour. It’s important to show our faces at these things, and it would be rude of me to leave so soon after the speech.” Jason groans. “Don’t worry Jason, the hour will go by before you know it. Then we’ll go back to Gotham and do our regular patrol.”

“Yeah. I’ll head back to Bludhaven. It was nice seeing you and the squirt, but my city needs me” Dick shrugs. Bruce nods in understanding. It had hurt when Dick decided to leave, but they didn’t part on bad terms. Dick just grew up, something Bruce had a hard time accepting at first. Then he met Jason, and it made it a little bit easier to accept that Dick was no longer the little boy from the circus.

The hour passed quickly. Bruce mingled with other socialites and Dick kept Jason out of trouble. He’s thankful for that. Soon he’s ushering his boys away from a throng of young women, who were flirting with Dick and gushing over Jason. He leads them to the exit, and to the limousine.

Barely ten minutes down the road, Alfred stops the car unexpectedly. Bruce knows there isn’t a streetlight or stop sign here. There’s no reason for Alfred to stop the vehicle. Bruce leans forward and presses the button for the speaker. “Alfred, what’s going on?”

“There is someone standing in the middle of the road Sir, blocking our way,” Alfred answers. “He won’t move no matter how much I honk.”

Bruce looks towards the boys, exchanging confused glances. “Don’t worry about it Alfred. I’ll take care of it.” He then says to Dick and Jason, “Stay here. Dick, make sure Jason stays here.”

Jason crosses his arms. “Hey, I don’t need a babysitter!”

Bruce just gives him a stern look, and exits the limo. The first thing he sees when he looks over at the person who is blocking their way, is how the person is dressed. They’re male, and wearing a black, one piece bodysuit. Frilly sequins adorn the seams, with a long black cape, and some kind of symbol on his chest.

Bruce approaches cautiously, glancing back at the limousine. This person looks like they belong in Arkham. “Can I help you?”

“Bruce Wayne?”

“Yes?”

The man holds up a gun and Bruce stops walking immediately, holding up his hands with his palms facing out. The man says something in a language Bruce has never heard, and two more similarly clad men walk out of the shadows. One wears a green version of the black ensemble, the other man is in all red. The stranger in black barks orders at the two colorfully dressed men

Bruce can only watch in worry as the one in red approaches the driver’s side of the limousine and smashes the window. A small sphere is shoved in past the broken glass of the window, and the man presses a button. Smoke comes out of the device, and Bruce can see through the windshield that Alfred falls unconscious. “What did you do?” he demands of the guy in black but there is no response. The man in green walks to the back of the limo, and opens the door with strength Bruce has only seen from Bane. He repeats the action of the man in red, and smoke fills the back, knocking Dick and Jason unconscious as they fight to get out. Bruce turns back to the one in black. “If you hurt them-”

“We did not Bruce Wayne” Before Bruce can comprehend what’s going on, the man in green approaches him from behind and shoots some of the smoke onto his face. Bruce flinches backwards and tries to hold his breath, too late. He was caught off guard and Bruce can feel his eyelids getting heavy. “Don’t fight it Bruce Wayne. It’ll be easier if you just go along with it.”

“F-fuck you.” He doesn’t even remember hitting the ground.

*~~~*

Bruce opens his eyes groggily and blinks his heavy eyelids. He’s restrained to the wall by his wrists and ankles. He also has some kind of breathing mask on his face, it appears to be pumping, what he can only guess, is oxygen, into him. Bruce doesn’t know where he is or what is happening. A low humming sound, accompanied by a jostling that seems to indicate movement, can be heard. He can’t quite imagine what he’s in because nothing looks familiar.

Bruce looks around the room, trying to blink the fogginess from his vision. Beside him, another person is restrained, and it takes a few seconds for his mind to catch up. His fellow prisoner is none other than a knocked out Lex Luthor himself. This only makes Bruce more confused. Maybe they are being held for ransom. This conclusion didn’t fit with the indicators from the man who had stopped the limousine. No, there was something more going on here.

He pulls on the restraints. There is not even a rattle due to the lack of give. Under normal circumstances, he has the skills to escape, but he has no tools. The belt he wears with his BatSuit is not with him. He can’t just sit there and do nothing, so Bruce uses his clever brain and begins to think. How is he going to get out of this?

Bruce deliberates for a good minute until the door opens with a swish. Bruce looks in the direction of the sound and watches as two people enter the room. It’s two of the three people who had stopped the limousine earlier; the one in black and the one in red.

“Who are you?” He asks, his voice thick and muffled from the mask. They ignore him, and begin to speak in that strange language Bruce heard earlier. They are gesturing to him and Lex along with the restraints. One of them appears angry.

They turn to him and the one in black starts to talk in English. “Hello, we mean you no harm.”

“Who are you?” Bruce tries again.

“That is of no concern of yours. What matters is, we need your help.”

“I’m not helping you until you tell me if my family is okay, and what the hell is going on,” Bruce grits out.

The one who was talking to Bruce turns to his partner, says something in that strange language, and turns back to Bruce. “You will know everything once we return.”

“Return?” Bruce says in alarm. “Return where?” But neither answer, they simply ignore him and leave the room. Bruce sags in his restraints, not knowing what to really do. He can’t get out of his restraints, or the situation as a whole, he doesn’t know what’s happening. He hates it.

Alarm shoots through Bruce when he hears a hissing sound. His mask begins to fill with a green gas. He holds his breath, being able to hold it for up to four minutes, but the gas keeps coming and he can’t help but breathe it in. His vision starts to go blurry once more and the room starts spinning. Bruce tries to fight it, but the drug that they are giving him is too strong, and he ends up passing out.

*~~~*

When Bruce wakes again, he’s in a room that looks a lot like a bedroom. Bruce is lying on a bed, dressed in some kind of white gown and with purple frill. Bruce runs a hand down the gown, feeling the texture. He’s not sure what material it’s made from, it’s silky, soft and very comfortable.

Bruce sits up and looks around the room carefully. It’s spacious, with white walls and dark grey carpet. The walls are bare, with the exception of a window that seems to be letting in an unusual red glow. It gives everything in the room a crimson hue. The only other furnishing appears to be a wooden desk. At least Bruce is no longer restrained.

He gets up off the bed and walks cautiously towards the window. It’s open and letting in a cool breeze. The air smells different. As if it is somehow cleaner, but without the sense of home. Bruce doesn’t appear to be on Earth anymore. There are tall buildings looking nothing like the cities he’s seen before. Bruce knows he is at the top of one of those buildings because his view drops down steeply. He can see patches of purple on the ground, and grey rocky paths. The most striking thing is the sky. Instead of blue refracting from a yellow sun, there is a red horizon accompanied by a glowing, fiery, crimson star.

Bruce backs away from the window and takes a deep calming breath. Admittedly, he’s starting to get extremely worried. All he knows for sure is that he’s not on Earth anymore, which means whoever his kidnappers are, they are extraterrestrial. Human looking aliens, but aliens nonetheless. Bruce didn’t know such things existed, let alone ones that looked just like him. He’s also concerned to know if Alfred, Dick and Jason are all right.

When he hears a click from behind him, he twists around, getting into a defensive stance. Bruce calms, however, when instead of seeing an aggressor, he sees a wide-eyed man poking his head into the room. The man looks curious but wary, looking Bruce up and down.

Bruce takes a hesitant step towards him and the man flinches back. Bruce holds up his hands, palms out. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.” The man looks Bruce up and down again and then hesitantly moves a little further past the door, until his shoulders can be seen. “Do you know English?” The man looks at Bruce in confusion. “Okay, do you know any language that is on Earth? French? Spanish maybe? Hell, even Russian or Japanese? Mandarin?”

Half a minute passes without a response and Bruce sighs in defeat. Then the man asks, “Earth?”

Bruce perks up. “Yes, Earth. Any language from there?”

The man warily enters the room completely. He’s tall, about an inch or two taller than Bruce, black hair and bright blue eyes. He, too, is wearing a black one piece with white frills. He also has a red cape that drapes in the back and the front of the outfit. Bruce becomes hyper aware of the gown he wears. Why is he the only one clothed in such an outfit? “Know little English.”

“Good!” Bruce takes another step and the man backs up again. “It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. My name is Bruce. What’s yours?”

“Kal-El.”

“Kal-El, it’s nice to meet you. Can I call you Kal?”

“That not right, name sounds different from you, ok?”

Bruce raises an eyebrow at the broken English. He did say he only knew a little. Bruce clears his throat and gets to the point. “Do you know what I’m doing here?”

Kal shakes his head. “No, father not tell me.”

Bruce is starting to feel frustrated. He can’t seem to get answers from anyone and his worry is eating away at him. In frustration, Bruce glances to the window. Maybe he can get a few other answers to some different questions then. “Okay, how about this? Where am I?”

Kal’s head tilts. “Do not know?”

“No one has told me anything.”

“Father not tell you?” He looks confused now, as if he doesn’t believe Bruce. “Not father.”

“Well he didn’t,” Bruce says, hoping that one of those men that he interacted with on what he assumes was a spaceship really was Kal’s father. “Can you tell me?”

Kal moves around the door to close it quietly behind him. Bruce starts getting more apprehensive now. He doesn’t like that Kal just shut the door and not knowing what he is going to do to him. Except Kal just stands there, still looking a bit scared of Bruce but curious at the same time. Bruce stays where he is standing, not wanting to scare him. “You on planet called Krypton.”

“Krypton?” Bruce has never heard of it. “And how far away from Earth is it?”

“Your measures?” Bruce nods and Kal looks up in thought, calculating in his head. “Twenty-seven point one light years.”

Bruce balks. “What?”

“Twenty-seven point-”

Bruce waves his hand to stop Kal from talking. “No no, I didn’t actually want you to repeat what you said I’m just… surprised, that’s all.”

“Surprised?”

“As in, not expecting that answer. That’s… that’s a long way away from Earth, Kal.”

“Is it?”

Bruce nods. “Yes, it is.” He then pinches the bridge of his nose. He and Lex are in deep trouble. “And you are?”

Kal looks confused again. “I tell you. I Kal-El.”

Bruce, with his teeth clenched and eyes shut in frustration, says as calmly as possible. “I meant species. What species are you?” He looks up at Kal. “For example, I’m a human.”

Kal perks. “You human? Me wanting to meet human.” He then smiles warily, looking down as if he’s shy. “Me, no not right, I Kryptahnium or as English, Kryptonian”

“From Krypton… right. And the language?”

“Kryptahniuo or Kryptonian,” Kal says with another shy smile.

The way Kal says the words catches Bruce’s attention and he comments on it. “Why is it two different ways of saying it in Kryptonian but not English?” Kal just shrugs, still smiling. “Okay, and the red sun?”

“What about?”

“I come from a planet that has a yellow sun. Why isn’t your red sun affecting me?”

Kal shrugs again. “Put you process, aba… arda.. adapt to sun, and.. atmosphere?”

Bruce nods, realizing that must have happened when he was still knocked out. He doesn’t exactly like that fact, but at least he doesn’t have to wear some type of protected suit. He then notices Kal is still smiling. “Why are you smiling?”

“Question you arks, mm ask, amusing.” Kal chuckles. “me is, I is, I find amusing”

Bruce nods again, not really finding any of this amusing whatsoever. Annoyance quickly rises in him. “I’m glad you find this so funny and entertaining. Me, on the other hand, doesn’t find it particularly amusing considering I was the one kidnapped and brought twenty-seven point one light years away from my home planet.”

By now Kal’s smile has disappeared. “Kidnapped?”

“Taken against my will.”

Kal straightens, shaking his head. “No, father would take with, with permission. Never against will.”

“Well he did, Kal.”

“No,” Kal says sharply, looking hurt. “You lie.”

Before Bruce can tell him otherwise, Kal is through the door and gone. Bruce, taking the opportunity, walks up to the door and tries to open it. It’s not locked but as he steps out, a big man steps in front of him. Speaking in that alien language, Bruce is shoved back into the room. The door shuts with a slam and he can hear the click of a lock.

Bruce sighs.

A/N: Thanks for reading!

#DC Comics #SuperBat #Superman #Batman #Clark Kent #Kal El #Bruce Wayne #The End of the Star #My Fanfiction #sfw

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camsthisky · 7 years

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i see you've opened prompts ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) could you write damian finding an abandoned litter of kittens and taking them home? preferably set during dick's batman run.

Okay, so I know you literally just sent this, but it’s been bugging me since I read it and I had to write it. And somehow, you were correct. I somehow managed to make a prompt about kittens angsty. I’m just gonna go hide in a corner and cry.

Damian walks into thebunker carefully cradling a box and sporting a determined expression, and Dickdoesn’t know why, but he’s immediately on edge. He’s been up all night onpatrol and then finishing up some research for a case, and he has to head outfor a meeting with some top executive with Lucius in a less than an hour andDick’s tired. Exhausted, even, and as much as he’s grown tolove Damian the past year together, he doesn’t like what that look could bring.

“Grayson,” Damiangreets, sounding a lot more formal and polite than before. He holds the boxcloser to his chest and stands up straight, looking Dick straight in theeyes. “I have something to tell you.”

“You mean ask me,”Dick says, finally standing up to peek into Damian’s box, his heart sinking atwhat he sees.

Kittens. Five of themcurled up asleep in the box, looking scruffy and scraggly, and Dick knows thatDamian probably found them on the side of the road or in an alleyway,abandoned, and Dick’s heart sinks even further, because he’s going to have totell Damian exactly what Bruce told him when he was Robin.

“I would like to keepthem, if you don’t mind,” Damian says, tentative hope in his eyes. It’s theclosest Damian’s ever gotten to asking, not demanding, and Dick hates, hates, hates whathe has to say.

“Damian,” Dick sayssoftly, and all the hope falls from the boy’s eyes, “I really wish I couldsay yes.”

“I can take care ofthem,” Damian insists.

“No,” and Dick shakeshis head, “you can’t. Neither of us can. We’re already stretchingourselves thin trying to cover Gotham by ourselves and with both the Riddlerand Ivy both out of Arkham, neither of us have the time.”

“Pennyworth couldsurely take care of them until—”

“Until what?” Dickasks, frowning and crossing his arms, and Damian clutches the box even closer.God, Dick feels like he’s back to playing Bruce’s role, but he’s tired and he’sright. Damian isn’t going to react well, he knows, but he can’t not tryto get his little brother to understand this. “Until we catch the Riddlerand Poison Ivy? Will Alfred take care of a bunch of kittens every time anotherprisoner escapes Arkham?” He lowers his voice. “Damian, Alfred doesn’thave time, either. It’s just not possible.”

Damian’s stiff as aboard, and he’s not looking at Dick. “I can’t just leave them to die onthe street, Grayson.”

“And we won’t,” Dicksays. As much as he wants to reach out to Damian and pull him into a hug likeusual, Damian’s giving off those stay away from me or you die andDick doesn’t want to push his luck when he’s already feeling so exhausted. Hehasn’t lost his temper in a while, but Damian likes to test him when Dick’salmost at his limit, and Dick doesn’t want Damian to see him that why. “Iknow a few people that will be willing to look after them until someone isready to adopt them.”

Damian scrunches uphis face oddly, and it’s—Dick’s only seen that expression a handful of times.But before Dick can process exactly what Damian is feeling, the boy is gone,taking the box with him as he past Alfred and into the open elevator. Dick slumpsinto his chair as soon as the doors closed.

Alfred sends him araised eyebrow. “May I ask what that was about, Master Richard?”

Dick sighs into hishands. He’s in his twenties, but he feels old and mean and horrible forcrushing his ten year old little brother’s hopes of caring for a few kittens.He’s the absolute worst, and he wonders if Bruce ever felt like this, too.

Probably not,considering the fights they had while Jason was Robin.

“Damian found a boxfull of kittens,” Dick tells Alfred, looking up just as understanding crossesover the butler’s face. “And I had to be the bad guy and tell him no.”

“I see,” is all Alfredsays.

Dick groans. “I didn’twant to do it.”

“I didn’t say you did,”Alfred says. “But perhaps you should clear that particular point up with MasterDamian.”

Dick’s on his feet andup the elevator before Alfred’s even finished talking. He doesn’t think he’s inthe wrong here, not really, but maybe he could have sat Damian down andexplained further instead of just telling him no. Instead of telling Damianwhat Bruce told him and expectingDamian to just roll over. Damian’s too proud, but he also has the biggest heartDick’s ever seen when it comes to animals.

Dick should have toldhim something better than It’s notpossible.

Damian’s sitting onthe couch when Dick steps out into the penthouse, the box of kittens next tohim. He’s half-heartedly playing with the only one awake, and Dick sighs andwalks over to sit on the other side of the box.

“What.” Damian isn’tlooking at him, but his tone is everything Dick needs to gauge his tone.

“I do want you to keep the kittens,” Dicksays. “And maybe if we weren’t stretched so thin, just you and me, then youcould. But it’s just us right now, Damian. Batman and Robin, and we’re bothpulling all-nighters every other night to keep on top of things. Alfred’soverworked, too.”

“You already explainedthis,” Damian tells him, sparing him barely enough time for a glare. “I knowall this.”

“Yeah,” Dick says,poking at the kitten that’s awake. It bats at him clumsily and a sad smilespreads across his face. “I did. But I also didn’t give you time to say yourpiece. So,” and Dick might come to regret this, but Dick’s not Bruce, and he has to stop trying to be for everybody’ssakes, “if you can convince me that you can care for all these kittens and keepup with everything else, then you can keep them.”

Damian’s facepractically lights up—well, as much as possible for Damian Wayne—and Dick findshimself smiling genuinely. “I will come up with a presentation for you, then,”Damian says, standing.

He’s about to grab thebox, too, but Dick grabs Damian’s hand and squeezes when Damian doesn’t immediatelypull away. Damian meets his gaze evenly, almost questioningly. Dick grimaces. “Iknow you want to keep the kittens, but think about what’s best for them, too. Just—thinkabout it, okay?”

Damian nods, and Dicklets him go, sinking into the couch. He watches as Damian takes the box ofkittens and disappears into his room. And then he thinks about what he’s got todo today and his shoulders seem to gain another twenty pounds.

He still feels old,but at least he doesn’t feel mean and horrible anymore. And he hopes he neverdoes again.

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