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Damian smiled as you stroked the unruly locks on his head.
He knew the purpose of your touch wasn't to mess up his hair; that's why he didn't complain.
"Do you have everything?" you asked as you bent down to fix his uniform shirt. Today, he was going to school; the holidays had ended, marking the start of a new day at school.
Damian pretended to grimace, "You talk as if I were a little kid, sister."
Your small laugh made him undo his fake grimace, making him smile again.
"Well, it's better if you go, young man," you suggested before playfully pinching his nose, "you wouldn't want to be late like last time."
At your words, Damian huffed as a blush of embarrassment covered his slightly chubby cheeks, "That time was Dick's fault, not mine."
You hummed, “Whatever you say”.
"Sister!"
Your laughter was the last thing he heard as he ran off to where he knew Alfred was waiting to take him to school, feeling in his chest the strange and warm bubble of happiness that was becoming increasingly familiar.
…
Damian woke up. The sunlight streaming through the windows warmed his cold face.
He slowly got up. His tired eyes scanned your room, which, despite the sunlight streaming through your window, still looked gloomy.
He missed you so much that sometimes he would enter your room to sleep. Your scent, which always comforted him, had disappeared a long time ago.
Last night, he had a nightmare, or rather a memory, of when he found your lifeless body, and with nowhere else to go, he went to your room, enveloped his body in your sheets, and pressed his face into one of your pillows, trying to capture your scent to calm himself.
But it was impossible.
And he cried, cried as silently as he could. Keeping silent was easy. A long time ago, when his mother punished him and the pain of the blows wouldn't leave him, he simply let the pain of the bruises flow silently.
He had gained practice in doing that, but he had lost it a little because of you. You had spoiled him by letting him cry so loudly around you when everything was too much for him.
Damian didn't want to get out of your bed; he wanted to stay here. But he knew that if he didn't go down, Alfred would come up to see how he was, and honestly, he didn't want to answer any of the old butler's questions.
He stroked your empty spot one last time, hoping for some reason it would feel warm, but instead, it felt eerily cold, just as cold as your corpse.
a small part of the chapter that was published today haha!
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Withered Cards | I
Pairings: Jason Todd x Reader.
Warnings: Blood, gore, violence, murder, swearing, major and minor injuries, death.
Summary: Despite the many problems you overcome with Jason Todd, you always eventually make it back to each other. Even after his death, how could you still love a man who changed so much? Even when you made a turn for the worst.
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No child would ever imagine the world to be as cruel as it really is.
Yet then again, most adults would refrain from exposing their children into the world, the harsh reality of it, at least, and Gotham was definitely a place of violence and rage.
The small nightmares every child would experience would never live up to the cruel reality of the world.
"Y/N, baby, get up," your mother whispered into your ear, panicked and rushed, causing for your eyes to flutter open.
It was still dark, meaning that it couldn't be morning, but your mother was hunched beside your bed with her fingers trailing through your hair, and that was when your gaze met her own fearful ones.
Her voice was so low in a whisper that you could barely manage to hear, fearful of what - or who - could hear us.
"We need to leave, baby. Come on."
With your eyes still groggy and barely comprehending the situation, your mother's arms carefully scooped your body up from beneath the warmth of your blankets, her grip tight and secure as she adjusted your body in her hold. You didn't fail to notice the heavy thumping of her chest and the pale complexion to her face.
“Mummy?” You asked, but she was quick to hush you, her gaze burning into the door with a look of terror you would never forget.
She waited, as if she were expecting the door to swing open any moment, but it only left the both of you in a deafening silence. Despite the obvious confusion set on your face, your mother chose to ignore it, not giving any indication as to what was occurring on the other side of the door.
With the few passing moments, your grip on her tightened, and the many fearful questions were swarming your mind. You were scared, but of what?
Without a word, she took a single step toward the door with you still held tightly in her arms, and just as her hand went to grasp the handle-
“Mum!” You spoke, too loud for her liking, because she jumped back away from the door as if it had burnt her flesh and clasped a tight hand over your mouth. She listened carefully, and when she was comfortable enough, she took her hand away.
“What did I tell you?” She whispered harshly, but her eyes softened when she saw the fearful gaze you held. “What is it?”
You pointed behind you both, back to your bed where your favorite teddy laid beside the unmade sheets. It was only small, the perfect size for a small child, with soft brown fur and button eyes. You remembered that night your father came home from work, a bouquet of various different flowers for your mother in one hand, and in his other hand he held the brown bear. He had just gone away on a long business trip, and you were overly excited after not seeing him the last few weeks. Maybe it was the fact it was from your dad, or maybe it was simply because of the soft fur, but it was by far your favorite teddy to hold while you slept.
Letting out a long cautious sigh, your mum quickly picked up the bear before giving it to you, your hands instantly going to clutch at the teddy while your mum went back over to the door.
“Ok, sweetheart. I’m going to need you to play a game with me, ok?” She looked down at you, and you nodded despite the darkness of your bedroom, only your lamp casting a small glow around the room.
She smiled gently and gave a quick peck to your forehead.
“Ok, we’re going to see who can be quiet the longest. I know you always beat me, and that’s why when I put you down, you’re going to run and hide so we can do some hide and seek.”
If it weren’t for the dim light, you only just managed to catch a glimpse of the hot tear streaking down your mother's cheek.
“Do you understand, baby?”
You nodded once more, holding a finger up to your lips as your sign you knew you had to be quiet. She let out a quiet breathy laugh.
You watched as she reached forward, her hand shaking as she grasped the door handle and slowly twisted it, pushing the door open. It was dark, the only source of light being the living room light from downstairs. You heard a small muffle of voices, one you recognized to be your father.
You wondered if maybe your dad had decided to play with you, too. Maybe that’s why your mum had been so quiet and told you to hide.
Your mum knelt down, carefully placing you down onto your feet before she stood up to her full height. You thought that it was your time to start hiding, but right as you went to turn, her hand was grasping yours tightly and she was walking down the stairs to where your father and the unknown strangers were.
There was a wall dividing the living room and the stairs, so anybody on the other side wouldn’t be able to see your mother and you crouched down at the bottom of the stairs. You watched as your mother peeked around the corner, probably to check that nobody was looking, because she was quick to pull you along to the other side of the room. You only caught a glimpse of the living room.
Your father was leant up against the kitchen counter, still clad in his pajamas, whilst five men you had never seen before stood beside the dining table. Four of them were each dressed in black, but the one in the middle was wearing what looked to be a clown costume. A purple suit with a weird bow tie, his skin as pale as a sheet of paper that made him look almost sickly. His hair was also a deep green, and for a moment you wondered if you even saw right.
The clown had a huge grin plastered onto his face, almost too wide to be natural, revealing his slightly yellowed teeth.
Your mother pushed you against the wall to remain out of sight, and when she knelt down to your level to get a good look at you, you could see the tears now freely falling from her eyes.
“Ok, my sweet girl. It’s time to hide,” she whispered next to your ear, her breath tickling your skin.
You nodded, and that’s when she leant forward to press a lingering kiss to your cheek, her fingers combing through your hair, just like how she would do it any other day to simply play with your hair.
With a quick nod, she gently pushed on your shoulders and watched as you sneakily crept to your chosen hiding spot.
It was by far your favorite spot, a small hatch underneath the desk pushed up against the wall. It was hidden beneath the few piles of shoes cluttered around, and you had to hastily move them enough to open the hatch.
You cringed once the hinges made an old rusty screech, and with ease you crawled inside, making sure to close the hatch securely behind you. Hugging your knees to your chest, you shuffled your position and felt the rough dirt and dust cling to your clothes. The bear that was still held in your hand was put at your feet, even though you couldn't see it with the darkness.
Although you could still vaguely hear the ongoing conversation, most of what you could hear was muffled. You tensed once you heard the loud cackles of the green haired man, shivers erupting over your body.
“Mrs. Y/L/N! How lovely to see the family together- oh wait, no… your little girl isn’t here?” He mocked sadness.
“She won’t be coming, Joker,” You heard your dad speak before your mother could, his voice stern and protective.
“Aw, what a shame. I was really looking forward to meeting the little lady! Perhaps maybe I can after this has all blown over.”
At this point, your confusion only grew. Nobody was coming to find you yet, and your mum was now in the same room as your dad and those other men. You felt your gut twist uncomfortably, and the fear was coursing through your body.
You wanted your parents. You didn't like this game anymore. You could only wish you were back in the warmth of your bed, peacefully asleep and unaware of the world around me.
Your mother let out a sudden loud sob.
“Please, just- just don’t hurt us or our baby. She doesn’t know anything,” you heard her cry more, and before another word could be said, a loud gunshot echoed throughout the house causing you to jump and bump your head on the hatch door.
“No!” You heard your dad scream, and it was then that you knew none of this was right. His voice was a tone you had never heard before, filled with pain and anger. You didn’t hear your mother anymore. Was she-
“I did you a favor,” the Joker cooed, your fathers muffled crying echoing throughout the house. “Women are picky. You can’t tell me the girl didn’t annoy you at least once?! You should be thanking me!”
“You monster!” Your dad screamed, before he was harshly cut off by him grunting in pain.
“Now, now, don’t be so picky. She was bothering the both of us. Now, where’s your little girl?” The Joker said, clapping his hands in a ‘chop-chop’ motion.
There was no response from your father, and you didn’t even realize the fresh tears streaming down your cheeks and falling onto your knees. You held back any whimpers in order to stay hidden.
“If you won’t tell me,” the Joker started, his tone switching from cheerful to dark. “Then I’ll get her myself.”
It was barely a few seconds, five at least, before the hatch door was swung open and your arms were grabbed. You screamed and thrashed, before you were harshly pushed forward onto the floor. Your head made impact with the wooden slats, and you cried out.
Despite the tears clouding your vision, you didn’t fail to notice the body of your mother laying lifeless on the floor, hot crimson blood spilling from a hole in her head and pooling around the floor, her blue top now stained red. Her eyes were open, glazed over and lacking life, and it looked as if she was merely frozen in fear.
You weren’t crying anymore. The tears had stopped, and now you could only watch with wide eyes the sight before you. Your mum, who you had touched and talked to and heard only a few minutes ago, was dead.
“Y/N,” your dad called, his arms outstretched, and you were knocked from your thoughts and practically stumbled into his open arms.
“Don’t look, baby. It’s ok, just don’t look,” he whispered into your ear, but his voice was shaky, and you could feel his own tears soaking into the fabric of your pajama shirt.
You heard footsteps near, but you refused to remove your face from the crook of your dad's neck, the only way to hide the scene behind you. You felt a cold hand pat your head, and your dad tugged you away from the stranger.
“Beautiful little girl you’ve gotten yourself, Xavier. She looks almost identical to you,” the Joker teased. “You know, I bet she’ll become just as great a fighter as you, huh? Just imagine it, father and daughter, working alongside the one and only Joker to rule over Gotham! Oh, it will all be so much fun, what do you say?”
You turned your head a little, catching a glimpse of the Joker crouching at the knees in front of your father and you, the smile never leaving his face. When your dad didn’t say anything, the Jokers sickening gaze drifted to you.
“How about we let the little one decide, huh? What do you think, little clown?”
You didn’t need to try answering, because your dad's grip on your body was tightening to the point you could just barely breathe.
“No, you sick shit! She’s only a kid! She’s only just started second grade. She doesn’t deserve any of this.”
For a moment, it was quiet.
“You’re right…” You heard Joker sigh, standing to his feet. “Maybe that’s why we need to let her choose for herself, and to not be influenced by the wrong kind of people.”
The Joker clicked his fingers once. Two of the guards came forward and pried you from your father's warm embrace, and once more you were crying, reaching out for him. You watched as he attempted to fight to get you back but was pinned down by the other two guards while Joker stood over him.
“Such a shame, really. I did enjoy your small family. Unfortunately, it might just need to be a little smaller now.” he reached into his suit pocket, pulling out what looked to be a long needle filled with a black tinted liquid. “Recognize this?”
You watched as your dad's eyes widened, and tears streamed down his face while his voice cracked with each word.
“P-please, not my little girl. Not my girl. I’ll do anything!”
Joker laughed, loud. “Oh, you poor man. This wasn’t for the child! I’m not that cruel!” He stalked closer to your father, watching in amusement as he thrashed wildly in an attempt to escape. You saw the fear flash in his eyes.
The Joker leant close to his face, licking his lips in a mocking manner while holding up the small needle so that your dad could see.
“This wasn’t meant for your daughter, it was meant for you, silly!” And just like that, the sharp tip of the needle was penetrating your dad's flesh at the neck, his eyes grown wide in horror. He didn’t even try to fight anymore, his body giving up while he turned his head to you for the last time.
“Y/N,” he chocked, and you watched with frightful eyes as black veins spread across his neck, traveling over his body like bolts of lightning. He groaned in pain.
"I love you so much, baby. I'm sorry," he cried. "Do you understand? I love you so much."
Your body shook as his eyes met yours. You didn't have the voice to say it back, and you saw the hurt flash in his eyes. Opening your mouth, the only thing that would come out was a chocked sob.
He fell onto his side, limp.
The Joker wiped a fake tear. "Oh my, how sad..."
He paid no mind as you continued to cry, calling out for your parents. You were sure that you were next, and you flinched when you felt the Joker's hand pat your head. He let out a maniacal laugh the more you cried, and you physically struggled to inhale more air. Nearly instantly, he frowned to what you thought was sympathy, tutting.
“Don’t worry about them, my new apprentice! Life would have been so boring here; I'm giving you another chance! How exciting! Harley will be thrilled!"
You didn't fight as he took your hand, your shaky body going to stand beside him. Even when he continued to drag you toward the door, your gaze was trained on the bodies laid out in the middle of the room, and it was then that you realized that the only person you had now was this man.
A monster brought from your nightmares.
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Masterlist of Executive Assistant to the Batman
made by @heartslogos
Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve | Chapter Thirteen | Chapter Fourteen | Chapter Fifteen | Chapter Sixteen | Chapter Seventeen | Chapter Eighteen | Chapter Nineteen | Chapter Twenty | Chapter Twenty One | Chapter Twenty Two | Chapter Twenty Three | Chapter Twenty Four | Chapter Twenty Five | Chapter Twenty Six | Chapter Twenty Seven | Chapter Twenty Eight | Chapter Twenty Nine | Chapter Thirty | Chapter Thirty One | Chapter Thirty Two | Chapter Thirty Three | Chapter Thirty Four | Chapter Thirty Five | Chapter Thirty Six | Chapter Thirty Seven | Chapter Thirty Eight | Chapter Thirty Nine | Chapter Forty | Chapter Forty One | Chapter Forty Two | Chapter Forty Three | Chapter Forty Four | Chapter Forty Five | Chapter Forty Six | Chapter Forty Seven | Chapter Forty Eight | Chapter Forty Nine | Chapter Fifty | Chapter Fifty One | Chapter Fifty Two | Chapter Fifty Three | Chapter Fifty Four | Chapter Fifty Five | Chapter Fifty Six | Chapter Fifty Seven | Chapter Fifty Eight | Chapter Fifty Nine | Chapter Sixty | Chapter Sixty One | Chapter Sixty Two
Note:
Chapter 31 is not numbered. And Chapter 38 is numbered 39 while Chapter 39 is numbered 29. Like ??? Chapter 53 is empty which is why it's crossed over.
Remember some chapters are longer than others
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What If Vlad & Danny Were Reincarnated as Ra's Al Ghul & Tim Drake?
Danny Phantom/Batman Crossover
Vlad and Danny are reincarnated as Ras al Ghul and Tim Drake. They don't have their memories, instead, they have their instincts. Ra's was born years before Tim. He felt something was missing and obsessed over the missing piece his whole life.
It went as usual Bruce disappeared, Tim went to find him, teamed up with the LoA and bested them. Ra's felt something spark in him. He began to feel familiar with Tim and his obsession with Tim started. Ra's just like in the past is a fruitloop and tried to clone Tim which resulted in the birth of a failed female clone named Timi who is also the reincarnation of Dani.
Like in the DP cannon, Timi betrays Ra's and joins Tim. Unlike DP cannon Tim adopts Timi and decided to be more responsible now that he has a kid. He decided they should both go to therapy. Someone in the super community recommended a therapist that is in the know, can keep secrets and is really good. Surprise surprise it's Jazz's reincarnation. Ofc they bond and whatnot, the bat fam found out a few months later and they were s h o o k. I mean they can't believe that Tim has a child, going to therapy and seems to have a whole new family. And they didn't even know about it!
They felt bad about what they'd been doing. You see, everyone knows what happened with the whole Robin being taken from him. When they found out he was right about Bruce being alive they tried to apologize to him. When it didn't work, they decided to give him some space so that he can "cool down". Ofc this made it seem like they were ignoring him, Tim got the 'message' and decided to slowly separate himself from the Bats. It worked especially since he had a new kid to take care of. And since he's been focusing solely on Timi he forgot to mention it to the YJ.
Bart and Cassie immediately loved her. They decided to be the Cool Aunt and Fun Uncle. Kon was absolutely shocked with Mom!Tim. He was already in love with Tim and seeing him as a parent, especially to a clone just like him, made him fall even deeper.
Kon tried to get Timi's blessing after a few times he spent with her. Timi, from out of nowhere, takes out kryptonite the size of her palm, it was enough to weaken Kon and prevent him from moving. She interrogates Kon asking him what his intentions were and what were his future plans with her Dad.
Timi was still Tim, Red Robin, the second (although every one of his friends disagree.) best detective in the world (they think he IS the best detective in the world. Period.). And while Timi isn't a carbon copy of her Dad she definitely got his smarts.
While that was going on Tim and the Bat family were having a serious conversation. About what happened, how Timi had come to be and why he never told them or asked for help. Of course, this is the part where Tim burst out laughing, "Why would I ask you guys for family help?". He starts describing how f-ed up their family was and how he's being ignored by the whole family. This is also the part where they start trying to heal.
Just as Timi was about to end the interrogation, Tim and the Bat fam found them. They were shocked and Tim promptly scooped Timi in his arms. He immediately started scolding her, asking her why she would do such a thing. And Timi said something along the lines of "But Daddy I had to make sure virtue was safe before I can give you to Kon!". Shocked faces everywhere.
Kon was still on the floor, blushing, wishing for the floor to eat him. Steph, Jason and Dick burst out laughing. Damian starts complimenting Timi on her interrogation skills and suggesting how to be better. Babs was getting it all on video for memories and is also teasing Tim who's brain seems to have malfunctioned. Bruce and Alfred smiled at the scenery, glad that the family is starting to heal.
The End
WOW! That became longer than I thought!
I couldn't figure out how to integrate Cas, Sam and Tucker into the story. In all the fanfics I've read Cas has always been by Tim's side. She would've helped him through all his hardships and that wasn't how I wanted things to be in my plot. And I just couldn't find a way to put Sam and Tucker in. I might make a part 2 of this. If I do there will definitely be more scenes of Ra's and Yasmine, and maybe Talia. I might be able to find a way to integrate Sam and Tucker. Maybe Sam should be Prudence and Tucker would either be Owens or Z. Comments are appreciated. This is the first time I'm doing this.
For some reason, I thought this was a Batman post
Someone: "This kid is a villain"
Batman: "..."
Someone: "They've hurt people"
Batman: "..."
Someone: "They have absolutely no parental-"
Batman (to the kid): "Please sign here" (shows adoption papers)
Someone: "......"
Homeless people are people too!
The Intern: Outreach Gala
Another uneventful day for Gotham's environmental intern...
Part 1- Day one
Part 2- The Joker Fish
Part 4- The Billionaire Boys Club
Gotham's public library appears unrecognizable under the cloak of night. Broad leaves shroud the outside exterior of the Gothic pillars while ivy cascades down the large door frames. Harris raises an eyebrow.
"How many forests do you think Wayne destroyed in his quest to save the planet?" He questions with a smirk.
Each grey hair is perfectly gelled out of his face. Ditching his glasses for the occasion, Dr. Harris may actually care about tonight's guests. The bouncer outside the door seemed to think the dress code was not a laughing matter.
Taking his extended arm, I roll my eyes. The security guy nods to the two of us as we walk through the door.
"Professor, if you keep saying things like that Gordon's going to question your stances on Gotham's resident Eco-terrorist. " I whisper with a smile. "....but at least 12."
Thanks to the joint collaboration between Wayne Industries, Goth-corp, and the Gotham Department of Environmental Protection. Gotham City is hosting its first Environmental Outreach Gala for the nearby tri-state area. Unfortunately for me, they saddled the newest intern to do all the heavy lifting. Young joints and all that jazz. At least I got an invite. The invites ran out before the IT guy could get one. Poor Eddie.
My heart flutters a little bit as a realization hits me. I’m actually here… surrounded by giants in clean energy and the scientific community alike. Award-winning journalists... All for the future of our planet. Passing my reflection, I smile thinking of how far I’ve come from that little river rat back at home.
A figure in the corner of my eye draws my thoughts away from the Grandma debrief. Dick Grayson, the Billionaire’s son, charms the group of ladies by his side. I take a mental note to find time to talk to him when there isn’t such a big crowd. Having someone in Bruce Wayne’s ear might be an asset.
The walls echo with the idle chatter coming from the rich socialites of Gotham. Waiters in tuxedos maneuver silently with a tray of champagne flutes in each hand. Considering, that most environmental professionals wear cargo pants from the early 2000s to work... the dress code was definitely a choice. I scan the room for familiar faces. Gordon flashes me a smile from across the room. I nod back. The Mayor works his way around the room with a large smile. It must be an election year.
My throat gets tight. I'm not ready for this. Looking to my right, I find that Dr. Harris has vanished into the crowd.
"Y/N L/N?" A voice calls distracting me from my nerves.
A well-dressed man strolls over. Something about him puts me on edge. Maybe it's his wicked smile or the large emerald ring on his outstretched hand. He walks with an easy air of confidence.
"Lex Luthor."
My heart does a little tap dance in my chest. The tight fabric of my rental dress makes it hard to breathe. I shake his hand politely. The party-goers go quiet around us. From the corner of my eye, Lois Lane, an investigative reporter from Metropolis, shoves through the crowd. So much for being a fly on the wall.
"I recently worked with a Professor of yours. She had a lot to say about your graduate proposal."
This cannot be happening. Memories of those long fights in the lab flash in the back of my mind. Mr. Luthor's cat-like gaze observes my reaction curiously.
I cover my face in embarrassment. That woman deserves hate mail. I could have at least been asked to type or spell-check it beforehand.
"To be frank, I originally chose the topic to get a rise outta her. Dr. Hendrix had me doing dishes for 3 weeks straight after I accidentally messed up a sample, so I wrote a proposal I knew she wouldn't like."
When I finally uncover my face, Luthor stares down at me with an amused grin.
"Even so. I'd like to discuss potential funding opportunities in Metropolis. If this is something you would think up out of boredom, I'd love to see what you can do when you put your mind to it."
That brings a smile to my face.
"Really? Everyone who I've brought it up to has been apprehensive about researching Kryptionian radiation.
"We need more scientists to ask questions Ms. L/N. Even the ones, that people don't want to know the answer to. "
The sullen green glow draws my eye once again to Mr. Luthor's ring finger... Wait, that's not an emerald. That's Kryptonite.
"Is this a personal interest of yours?" I ask slowly glancing between his eyes and his ring.
"In some ways."
An unspoken conversation occurs when he notices my acknowledgement of his strange choice of jewelry. The silence only creates more questions. Why would you wear something you know is irradiated?
"I hope to hear from you soon." Mr. Luthor concludes after handing me a business card, "There is always a spot at Lexcorp for a future scientist with your talents."
I stand there in silence watching him leave. The sleek modern design of the card lists only the bare essentials: his name, office address, and contact information in silver lettering.
Four hours ago, I was hauling boxes for the decorating committee. Huh. A nearby waiter offers a champagne flute from the tray. Respectfully, I turn them down. This dress costs more than my rent.
“Oh no. Thank you. I am… working.”
"Does work-life balance not apply to interns?” A voice interrupts.
I try not to roll my eyes at the "intern" comment. The constant reminders of my status are getting old. Starting at his perfectly buffed dress shoes, my gaze drags along the fabric of his black designer suit. Dick Grayson sure does like to make an entrance. With his dark curls and friendly blue eyes, there's something familiar about him. I can't quite put my finger on it... Sipping on his drink, he waits for my response with a teasing grin. His energy is contiguous. I ignore his question to ask my own instead.
“Has anyone told you that you tend to appear out of nowhere?”
His striking eyes light up with a mischievous glint.
“You have no idea.” He laughs introducing himself, “I’m Dick Grayson.”
“So I’ve heard.” I joke gesturing to the envious eyes from across the room.
He raises a curious eyebrow.
“Good things I hope?”
Glancing around the room, I ignore the dozen eyes staring daggers in my direction. Academia can be such a bitch.
“Nothing too crazy: a few murders, unfounded accusations, and you might be an alien?”
Dick Grayson grimaces while tilting his head ever so slightly. He swirls his drink, yet doesn't take a sip.
“Sounds about right. Anything you believe? “
I pause... Do I play coy?
“I’m not sure an alien could do a quadruple summersault.”
Something flashes in his eyes that I don’t quite understand. For a moment, I wonder if I should have held my tongue. His suspicion morphs into the first genuine smile I've seen all evening.
“You’ve done your homework Ms. L/N.”
Before I can respond, a scream causes the ballroom to descend into chaos. Vines shoot out from under the floorboards while the native plants start attacking the guest. A woman with flaming red hair paces the floor. Her vines wrap around each person one by one…. A thorny bush springs out of a fallen leaf snagging my delicate rental dress.
Dammit Pamela. We talked about this.
Glancing at the bartender's horrified expression, I frown.
“I change my mind. I’ll have that drink now.”
My first entry for the DC Fandome Event; now that my pain levels are more or less under control, I thought I should give it a shot. I mean, this is a once in a life time opportunity and...besides...Babs drives me to achieve good things.
It's getting better . . . right?
Inspired by this fanfic
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I'm confused (Part 1)
Ever since Damian had that weird experience with his brother’s, it was like everyone’s personality towards him did a whole 180. Like a switch has been flipped.
He suspects that the meta-human they fought had something to do with it.
However, whenever he brought it up, everyone seemed to change the subject. As if they didn’t want Damian to know who they fought or how he got injured.
It was both annoying and suspicious.
His nose crinkled in disgust, he wanted his old teammates back.
Even though he hated how he was treated, at least he knew that their actions towards him weren’t fake.
If anything, he knew that he deserved it.
He ruined everything. He was nothing but a mistake that they couldn’t get rid of.
Everything they did towards him was justified. No matter how much it hurts.
So, why. Why are all of them being so adequate towards him now?
It doesn’t make sense.
“Father,” Damian announced as soon as he stepped foot into the office.
“Damian,” the man acknowledged, glancing down at his son. “Is there something that you need?”
“I was wondering if you could tell me about the mission that the Titans had a few days ago. I believe it happened somewhere around midnight.” he paused before adding, “No one is willing to give me any details about it.”
His father stared at him in puzzlement, “You guys haven’t had a night mission for a while. Are you sure that you even had one?”
Damian nodded, “That’s what everyone told me. Plus, they’ve all been acting weird.” his eyes met his father’s as he seriously said, “I believe that everyone has been hit with some type of mind control meta-human.”
Bruce only raised an eyebrow at his youngest’s declaration. “As far as I know, meta-humans like that haven’t gone near your team. Much less you brothers.”
He mentally sighed.
Of course, he wouldn’t believe Damian. Why should he?
Seeing no reason to continue this conversation, Damian nodded and turned away, walking towards his room. He knew better than to assume that his father would want to spend any more time with him.
After all, he was nothing but a mistake. His father didn’t choose to raise him the way he chose to raise the others. He was forced to by his mother.
That’s the difference between him and his siblings. His father chose them and he didn’t choose Damian.
It might hurt him to admit it but it’s the truth. Bruce will never love Damian the way he loves his other protégés.
As he laid on his bed, he couldn’t help but be confused by the whole ordeal. Everyone told him that there was a mission that happened to take place at night. Yet, his father said that there was no mission.
If there was no mission, then why was everyone acting so weird towards him. Nothing made sense.
Whenever Damian tried to connect the dots on what caused his team’s whole personality change, he got nothing. All he remembered was waking up with a massive headache.
For some reason, Damian missed the feeling of being hurt. He had become used to it. And when his teammates didn’t make the snide, mocking comments they usually made, it felt weird to him.
It made him feel guilty.
He didn’t deserve love. He didn’t deserve anyone caring for him. He didn’t deserve anything.
As he rested his eyes, Damian made a promise to himself.
He will figure out what happened that night, no matter what.
And when he does, he will save them from whatever caused this personality change.
Cause deep down, he knew that they didn’t want him.
“Hey, little bat.” a voice interrupted his thoughts.
He sat up, looking around his room, and noticed that all three of his brothers were standing in front of his door.
“Why are you guys here?” he snapped, not in the mood for their silly little games.
“We just want to hang out with you.” Grayson grinned, “Are we not allowed to do that?”
Damian faltered, wanting to tell them that they never wanted to hang out before, but before he could say anything, Todd spoke up. “So what are your plans for the day?”
Damian narrowed his eyes in suspicion, “Why?”
They looked at each other and stated “Because we want to hang out with you.” as if that answer was obvious.
“And what if I don’t want to hang out with you?” he asked, although it came out harsher than he meant it to.
The way they were acting scared Damian. They were acting like they actually cared about him.
But they didn’t.
After all, How could they ever care about a bratty, selfish, self-absorbed, assassin?
Those were their words, not his.
Not that anyone ever said it to his face. Even they weren’t that low. But he’s heard those exact words come out of a lot of his people’s mouths. Even Grayson’s.
So he didn’t dare bring his hopes up. This was probably another trick so that they could lower his guard and humiliate him.
Those were their favorite things to do to him.
“Look, Damian, we know that we haven’t been the best-“ Drake’s blue eyes met his and he faltered, probably trying to find the right word. “-people when it came to being around you.”
Todd scoffed, “That’s an understatement.”
Drake ignored him, “But we want to try harder now. So will you please just give us a chance?” he pleaded.
Damian believed that this whole ruse of theirs was nothing but a trick. Yet when he saw the sincerity in their eyes, he hesitated.
They care. His heart seemed to whisper. They actually care.
Or, his brain argued. This is just a trick. Drake was always the best actor out of the three of them.
Damian didn’t know which one to agree with.
Plus, there’s no way that they actually care for you. His brain continued. After everything they’ve said, you’re actually going to fall for this? What would your mother say? Meta-human or not, they don’t care about you.
“If I do decide to give you a chance,” Damian tried to negotiate, “Will you guys finally tell me about the mission?”
No matter how much Damian wanted to listen to his heart, his brain had the most logical information. There was no way his brothers would willingly change their attitudes towards him. Meta human or not.
Damian noticed that they glanced at each other again, something they always did when they were hiding something.
“Look Damian,” Grayson slowly said, sitting next to Damian on his bed. “We can’t te-”
“You know, Father mentioned that we didn’t even have a mission.” he suddenly interrupted.
Grayson and the others froze. “He did?”
Damian nodded as he discreetly tried to move away from him. “So, either there was no mission,” the and you guys lied to me was left unsaid, “Or-“
“We snuck out!” The others stared at Todd in disbelief, “What,” he shrugged. “It’s not like he’s gonna tell the bat.”
Grayson suddenly pulled Damian closer to him, “Don’t think I don’t notice you trying to get away from us.”
He missed the way Drake’s lips curled up in a smirk as he moved closer to Damian as well, “Yeah, little bat. Do you not like us or something?”
“Was that not obvious?” Damian retorted, trying to get away from Grayson’s hug. “Let me go!” when Grayson wouldn’t budge, he added a small, “please.”
Todd laughed, “Let the kid go. If he doesn’t want to find out more about the mission, then that’s on him.”
Damian faltered, he really wanted to know about the mission. He was his team’s leader and he was responsible for their safety. He couldn’t fail them again.
“I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever you guys were planning to do.”
Damian noticed how their eyes seemed to light up and he couldn’t help but feel accomplished.
He did something right.
“Great.” Grayson finally let him go, “Today is actually the day where we relax and just bond. Tim had this ide-“
Damian wasn’t paying attention to the older kid’s babbling. He still couldn’t decide if the turning in his stomach meant that this activity he was doing with his brothers was a good thing or not.
It was weird.
Usually, his instincts were something that Damian could clearly interpret. But lately, it seemed like even they were confused.
Though, he had a feeling that it might have something to do with his memory loss of what happened that day.
He glanced up and noticed that his brother’s backs were facing him. They were walking in front of him and considering the fact that they didn’t give Damian a second glance, he assumed that they were having an intense conversation.
Damian knew that something happened that day and considering how no one would tell him about it. He knew that it was important. And he will stop at nothing to figure out what it was.
Even if he got hurt in the process.
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It turns out that Drake’s definition of “bonding” meant going back to the Titan’s Tower.
Damian did not want to be there with his brothers. He didn’t know how to explain it but he got this feeling of deja vu.
And it was not the good kind.
Damian mentally put that in his box of questions to find answers for.
He found everyone from his team hanging out in front of the TV
It was probably another team bonding experience that he wasn’t invited to.
“What’s up guys,” Grayson greeted as hopped on the couch.
The other followed his lead, leaving Damian alone in front of the door.
He didn’t know what to do.
Should he join them?
No.
He would only ruin the bonding experience.
Instead, Damian retreated into the kitchen. Hoping for some peace and quiet so that he could think.
Damian should’ve expected something like this to happen. Even if he only agreed so that he could get more information about the mission, a small part of him found himself looking forward to spending the day with his brothers.
What was the point of that whole sentimental speech if all they were gonna do was abandon him as soon as they saw his team?
Were they embarrassed to be seen hanging out with Damian?
Probably.
Damian sighed. Since when were they so close with his team anyways? As far as he knew, his brothers refused to be associated with anything that Damian was associated with.
Though, he couldn’t help be saddened at the fact that his own brothers had a closer relationship with his own team than he did.
Damian clenched his fists. It wasn’t fair.
None of this was fair.
He was about to leave when a lonely mug caught his eye. It was plain white and covered with bats.
He’s never seen this mug before, yet something about it just seemed so familiar.
He reached out and grabbed it, studying every inch like it’ll give him the answers he was looking for.
“There you are!” he heard a voice suddenly exclaim, “GUYS, I FOUND DAMIAN!”
The sudden screaming caused Damian to jump and drop the mug.
Fuck.
He messed up. Again.
Damian kneeled down, grabbing the larger pieces of the glass when he froze.
Flashes of Grayson forcing Damian into the tower resurfaced. He saw that Drake and Todd were there as well with everyone else. Todd was sitting there with a mug. The exact one that he just broke.
“Damian,” a hand touched his shoulder and Damian flinched, forcing the hand away.
Realizing what he just did, he muttered a soft apology.
“It’s fine.” Todd waved it off, “But are you okay? You just froze there for a minute.”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Damian tried to assure, “I just- I think I remembered something.”
With that simple sentence, it was like the whole room froze.
They warily looked at each other before Emiko hesitantly spoke up. “What did you remember?”
Damian shrugged. “Nothing much. I just-“ he turned to his siblings, “Wait, why didn’t you guys inform me that we were all in the tower during the mission?”
Minutes seemed to pass and no one said anything. It was like everyone was waiting for someone to speak up.
Suddenly, Djinn pulled Damian out of the kitchen. “Come on.” she urged, “Why don’t we watch a movie or something.” leaning in, she whispered. “The atmosphere there was getting way too tense and awkward for my liking.”
Even though Damian knew she didn’t mean to make him feel bad, he still did.
If he just asked them that question in private then all of them wouldn’t be in such a bad mood.
Why did he have to ruin everything?
Damian sent her a fake smile, “You can pick what you wanna watch. I usually don’t waste my time watching foolish things.”
Djinn nodded, used to Damian’s cold demeanor, and picked a movie called ‘Legally Blonde’. “This one is a classic.” she informed him, “It’s a team favorite.”
Due to the fact that Damian was rarely invited to their “team” outings, he didn’t know that. But he didn’t want to ruin the comfortable atmosphere they were in so he only nodded, turning his focus on the huge screen.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t realize that everyone else joined them in the room.
As his eyes got heavier, Damian felt a warm blanket cover his body.
He noticed that Drake was sitting next to him, gesturing for Damian to rest his head on his shoulders.
The smile that Drake sent him when he complied made Damian’s stomach turn.
This happened before, his brain mentioned. And it didn’t turn out good.
Oh really? his heart asked. Then why don’t we remember it?
Because we can’t remember anything that happened! His brain snapped.
You heard what they said before. His heart kindly reminded him, They care. Why can’t we just give them a chance?
His brain seemed to scoff, sure. It sarcastically said, give them a chance. But don’t blame me when you regret it.
Just one chance. his heart firmly stated, ignoring the brain. Don’t we deserve it?
Damian wasn’t aware that he snuggled closer to his brother.
Just one.
For once in his life, Damian decided that maybe it was time for him to listen to his heart.
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I'm confused (Part 1)
Ever since Damian had that weird experience with his brother’s, it was like everyone’s personality towards him did a whole 180. Like a switch has been flipped.
He suspects that the meta-human they fought had something to do with it.
However, whenever he brought it up, everyone seemed to change the subject. As if they didn’t want Damian to know who they fought or how he got injured.
It was both annoying and suspicious.
His nose crinkled in disgust, he wanted his old teammates back.
Even though he hated how he was treated, at least he knew that their actions towards him weren’t fake.
If anything, he knew that he deserved it.
He ruined everything. He was nothing but a mistake that they couldn’t get rid of.
Everything they did towards him was justified. No matter how much it hurts.
So, why. Why are all of them being so adequate towards him now?
It doesn’t make sense.
“Father,” Damian announced as soon as he stepped foot into the office.
“Damian,” the man acknowledged, glancing down at his son. “Is there something that you need?”
“I was wondering if you could tell me about the mission that the Titans had a few days ago. I believe it happened somewhere around midnight.” he paused before adding, “No one is willing to give me any details about it.”
His father stared at him in puzzlement, “You guys haven’t had a night mission for a while. Are you sure that you even had one?”
Damian nodded, “That’s what everyone told me. Plus, they’ve all been acting weird.” his eyes met his father’s as he seriously said, “I believe that everyone has been hit with some type of mind control meta-human.”
Bruce only raised an eyebrow at his youngest’s declaration. “As far as I know, meta-humans like that haven’t gone near your team. Much less you brothers.”
He mentally sighed.
Of course, he wouldn’t believe Damian. Why should he?
Seeing no reason to continue this conversation, Damian nodded and turned away, walking towards his room. He knew better than to assume that his father would want to spend any more time with him.
After all, he was nothing but a mistake. His father didn’t choose to raise him the way he chose to raise the others. He was forced to by his mother.
That’s the difference between him and his siblings. His father chose them and he didn’t choose Damian.
It might hurt him to admit it but it’s the truth. Bruce will never love Damian the way he loves his other protégés.
As he laid on his bed, he couldn’t help but be confused by the whole ordeal. Everyone told him that there was a mission that happened to take place at night. Yet, his father said that there was no mission.
If there was no mission, then why was everyone acting so weird towards him. Nothing made sense.
Whenever Damian tried to connect the dots on what caused his team’s whole personality change, he got nothing. All he remembered was waking up with a massive headache.
For some reason, Damian missed the feeling of being hurt. He had become used to it. And when his teammates didn’t make the snide, mocking comments they usually made, it felt weird to him.
It made him feel guilty.
He didn’t deserve love. He didn’t deserve anyone caring for him. He didn’t deserve anything.
As he rested his eyes, Damian made a promise to himself.
He will figure out what happened that night, no matter what.
And when he does, he will save them from whatever caused this personality change.
Cause deep down, he knew that they didn’t want him.
“Hey, little bat.” a voice interrupted his thoughts.
He sat up, looking around his room, and noticed that all three of his brothers were standing in front of his door.
“Why are you guys here?” he snapped, not in the mood for their silly little games.
“We just want to hang out with you.” Grayson grinned, “Are we not allowed to do that?”
Damian faltered, wanting to tell them that they never wanted to hang out before, but before he could say anything, Todd spoke up. “So what are your plans for the day?”
Damian narrowed his eyes in suspicion, “Why?”
They looked at each other and stated “Because we want to hang out with you.” as if that answer was obvious.
“And what if I don’t want to hang out with you?” he asked, although it came out harsher than he meant it to.
The way they were acting scared Damian. They were acting like they actually cared about him.
But they didn’t.
After all, How could they ever care about a bratty, selfish, self-absorbed, assassin?
Those were their words, not his.
Not that anyone ever said it to his face. Even they weren’t that low. But he’s heard those exact words come out of a lot of his people’s mouths. Even Grayson’s.
So he didn’t dare bring his hopes up. This was probably another trick so that they could lower his guard and humiliate him.
Those were their favorite things to do to him.
“Look, Damian, we know that we haven’t been the best-“ Drake’s blue eyes met his and he faltered, probably trying to find the right word. “-people when it came to being around you.”
Todd scoffed, “That’s an understatement.”
Drake ignored him, “But we want to try harder now. So will you please just give us a chance?” he pleaded.
Damian believed that this whole ruse of theirs was nothing but a trick. Yet when he saw the sincerity in their eyes, he hesitated.
They care. His heart seemed to whisper. They actually care.
Or, his brain argued. This is just a trick. Drake was always the best actor out of the three of them.
Damian didn’t know which one to agree with.
Plus, there’s no way that they actually care for you. His brain continued. After everything they’ve said, you’re actually going to fall for this? What would your mother say? Meta-human or not, they don’t care about you.
“If I do decide to give you a chance,” Damian tried to negotiate, “Will you guys finally tell me about the mission?”
No matter how much Damian wanted to listen to his heart, his brain had the most logical information. There was no way his brothers would willingly change their attitudes towards him. Meta human or not.
Damian noticed that they glanced at each other again, something they always did when they were hiding something.
“Look Damian,” Grayson slowly said, sitting next to Damian on his bed. “We can’t te-”
“You know, Father mentioned that we didn’t even have a mission.” he suddenly interrupted.
Grayson and the others froze. “He did?”
Damian nodded as he discreetly tried to move away from him. “So, either there was no mission,” the and you guys lied to me was left unsaid, “Or-“
“We snuck out!” The others stared at Todd in disbelief, “What,” he shrugged. “It’s not like he’s gonna tell the bat.”
Grayson suddenly pulled Damian closer to him, “Don’t think I don’t notice you trying to get away from us.”
He missed the way Drake’s lips curled up in a smirk as he moved closer to Damian as well, “Yeah, little bat. Do you not like us or something?”
“Was that not obvious?” Damian retorted, trying to get away from Grayson’s hug. “Let me go!” when Grayson wouldn’t budge, he added a small, “please.”
Todd laughed, “Let the kid go. If he doesn’t want to find out more about the mission, then that’s on him.”
Damian faltered, he really wanted to know about the mission. He was his team’s leader and he was responsible for their safety. He couldn’t fail them again.
“I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever you guys were planning to do.”
Damian noticed how their eyes seemed to light up and he couldn’t help but feel accomplished.
He did something right.
“Great.” Grayson finally let him go, “Today is actually the day where we relax and just bond. Tim had this ide-“
Damian wasn’t paying attention to the older kid’s babbling. He still couldn’t decide if the turning in his stomach meant that this activity he was doing with his brothers was a good thing or not.
It was weird.
Usually, his instincts were something that Damian could clearly interpret. But lately, it seemed like even they were confused.
Though, he had a feeling that it might have something to do with his memory loss of what happened that day.
He glanced up and noticed that his brother’s backs were facing him. They were walking in front of him and considering the fact that they didn’t give Damian a second glance, he assumed that they were having an intense conversation.
Damian knew that something happened that day and considering how no one would tell him about it. He knew that it was important. And he will stop at nothing to figure out what it was.
Even if he got hurt in the process.
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It turns out that Drake’s definition of “bonding” meant going back to the Titan’s Tower.
Damian did not want to be there with his brothers. He didn’t know how to explain it but he got this feeling of deja vu.
And it was not the good kind.
Damian mentally put that in his box of questions to find answers for.
He found everyone from his team hanging out in front of the TV
It was probably another team bonding experience that he wasn’t invited to.
“What’s up guys,” Grayson greeted as hopped on the couch.
The other followed his lead, leaving Damian alone in front of the door.
He didn’t know what to do.
Should he join them?
No.
He would only ruin the bonding experience.
Instead, Damian retreated into the kitchen. Hoping for some peace and quiet so that he could think.
Damian should’ve expected something like this to happen. Even if he only agreed so that he could get more information about the mission, a small part of him found himself looking forward to spending the day with his brothers.
What was the point of that whole sentimental speech if all they were gonna do was abandon him as soon as they saw his team?
Were they embarrassed to be seen hanging out with Damian?
Probably.
Damian sighed. Since when were they so close with his team anyways? As far as he knew, his brothers refused to be associated with anything that Damian was associated with.
Though, he couldn’t help be saddened at the fact that his own brothers had a closer relationship with his own team than he did.
Damian clenched his fists. It wasn’t fair.
None of this was fair.
He was about to leave when a lonely mug caught his eye. It was plain white and covered with bats.
He’s never seen this mug before, yet something about it just seemed so familiar.
He reached out and grabbed it, studying every inch like it’ll give him the answers he was looking for.
“There you are!” he heard a voice suddenly exclaim, “GUYS, I FOUND DAMIAN!”
The sudden screaming caused Damian to jump and drop the mug.
Fuck.
He messed up. Again.
Damian kneeled down, grabbing the larger pieces of the glass when he froze.
Flashes of Grayson forcing Damian into the tower resurfaced. He saw that Drake and Todd were there as well with everyone else. Todd was sitting there with a mug. The exact one that he just broke.
“Damian,” a hand touched his shoulder and Damian flinched, forcing the hand away.
Realizing what he just did, he muttered a soft apology.
“It’s fine.” Todd waved it off, “But are you okay? You just froze there for a minute.”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Damian tried to assure, “I just- I think I remembered something.”
With that simple sentence, it was like the whole room froze.
They warily looked at each other before Emiko hesitantly spoke up. “What did you remember?”
Damian shrugged. “Nothing much. I just-“ he turned to his siblings, “Wait, why didn’t you guys inform me that we were all in the tower during the mission?”
Minutes seemed to pass and no one said anything. It was like everyone was waiting for someone to speak up.
Suddenly, Djinn pulled Damian out of the kitchen. “Come on.” she urged, “Why don’t we watch a movie or something.” leaning in, she whispered. “The atmosphere there was getting way too tense and awkward for my liking.”
Even though Damian knew she didn’t mean to make him feel bad, he still did.
If he just asked them that question in private then all of them wouldn’t be in such a bad mood.
Why did he have to ruin everything?
Damian sent her a fake smile, “You can pick what you wanna watch. I usually don’t waste my time watching foolish things.”
Djinn nodded, used to Damian’s cold demeanor, and picked a movie called ‘Legally Blonde’. “This one is a classic.” she informed him, “It’s a team favorite.”
Due to the fact that Damian was rarely invited to their “team” outings, he didn’t know that. But he didn’t want to ruin the comfortable atmosphere they were in so he only nodded, turning his focus on the huge screen.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t realize that everyone else joined them in the room.
As his eyes got heavier, Damian felt a warm blanket cover his body.
He noticed that Drake was sitting next to him, gesturing for Damian to rest his head on his shoulders.
The smile that Drake sent him when he complied made Damian’s stomach turn.
This happened before, his brain mentioned. And it didn’t turn out good.
Oh really? his heart asked. Then why don’t we remember it?
Because we can’t remember anything that happened! His brain snapped.
You heard what they said before. His heart kindly reminded him, They care. Why can’t we just give them a chance?
His brain seemed to scoff, sure. It sarcastically said, give them a chance. But don’t blame me when you regret it.
Just one chance. his heart firmly stated, ignoring the brain. Don’t we deserve it?
Damian wasn’t aware that he snuggled closer to his brother.
Just one.
For once in his life, Damian decided that maybe it was time for him to listen to his heart.
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We’re Tired of Him
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It was pretty easy to dislike Damian Wayne. He was an arrogant, stuck-up brat. So when the Titans get a chance to gain blackmail material on him, they took it, along with his brother's eagerly joining in.
They couldn't wait to see the look on Damian's face when he realizes that they know every little secret he has. Who knows. Maybe they can finally get the brat to shut up or if they're lucky, they might be able to force him to quit being Robin.
Or that one time Damian's teammates and brothers decide to spike his drink so they could use Damian's secrets against him.
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We’re Tired of Him (Part 1)
Wally does not remember a single time where the Titans have completed a mission without him feeling annoyed or irritated at Robin.
It wasn’t a secret to anyone in the superhero community that speedsters weren’t patient people. They had too much energy pent up in their system to sit still for more than five seconds.
Which is why you shouldn’t expect much from them when you bring them to a discrete, cover-ops mission.
Everyone knew that.
At least, everyone except Damian fucking Wayne.
Wally never liked the new Robin and he didn’t try to hide that fact.
He’d make snide comments behind the kid’s back, purposely being loud so that Damian knew what he thought of him.
Hell, he’s even told Damian straight to his face that no one liked him. But the kid wasn’t affected; he only dismissed Wally with a roll of his eyes and a simple ‘tt’.
As if Wally was nothing but an ant standing in his way.
It annoys him that the kid doesn’t respond to his remarks, but he doesn’t regret making them.
In his head, Damian deserved it.
Who in their right mind decides to abduct someone to force them to join a reincarnation of an old superhero team.
At least come up with a new name!
Wally never wanted to join the brat’s team anyways and he might’ve changed his mind and stayed in the end, but it still doesn’t change the fact that he was forced to be in it.
Despite the fact that the kid might’ve apologized, Wally still hasn’t forgiven him. And frankly, he thinks that he never will.
Especially if he kept it up with the attitude.
The moment the rest of the team stepped into the main lobby, he couldn’t stop the complaints that rolled off of his tongue.
“He’s such a brat,” he couldn’t help but growl out, the disgust clear on his voice. “Like how can someone be such a dick!”
Wally felt some of his anger vanish as his words caused the room to be filled with laughter. It was always nice to know that he wasn’t the only one that had a strong distaste for their team leader.
Though, to be fair, a lot of people didn’t get along with Damian Wayne. He knows for a fact that a lot of them just put up with him because his dad’s Batman.
The more Wally thought about it, the more he wondered if the brat actually had friends.
While Damian was rather close with Djinn, along with Superman’s son, Jon. They were also some of the sweetest people that he’s ever had the chance of meeting. So maybe they just felt bad for the kid.
It made sense in his mind.
After all; who in their right mind would want to be friends with Damian?
Emiko’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts, “What did the kid do now?”
He couldn’t contain the smirk that made its way onto his face, he loved it when they bonded over how much they disliked the new Robin.
And judging by how Emiko and Crush mirrored his expression, he knew that he wasn’t the only one that felt that way.
“He goes and gets mad at me for being incompetent or something. Like it’s not my fault I wasn’t raised by a crazy old hot assassin lady.”
Wally knew that he wasn’t being fair. That Damian couldn’t control how he was raised. And that there was a high chance that Damian could hear him- could hear them- tearing him apart.
But in the heat of the moment, he couldn’t bring himself to care. He wanted the brat to hear him. He wanted the kid to know that even if he was Batman’s son, a majority of them still didn’t like him.
That they only put up with him because they had to.
Not because they wanted to.
There’s a fucking difference between the two and Wally needs Damian to know that.
Crush jumped on the couch, imitating Damian’s pose as she mocked his words, “If you don’t halt your tongue you useless speedster, you will perish under my sword.”
She swung her imaginary sword into the air, pretending to slice Wally’s neck.
He played along, fanning his face as he forced his eyes to roll back before his back hit the soft cushions of the couch.
From the corner of his eye, he could see Djinn and Roundhouse trying to hold in their laughs.
He couldn’t say that he was surprised that they were so reluctant to make fun of their so-called leader, out of everyone in the Titans, they were the ones that tolerated the brat the most.
He saw Roundhouse’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, and he tried to hold in a groan as he heard the uneasy tone come out of his teammate’s mouth, no doubt feeling bad for laughing at the expense of ridiculing one of his favorite heroes.
“Why are you guys so mean to the small man?”
It was such an innocent question, but it made Wally’s blood fill up with such rage.
What they’re doing isn’t mean. It was well deserved. Plus, if Damian cared, he would’ve yelled at them already.
They’ve never been quiet when it came to mocking the youngest bat.
Emiko snorted, her dark hair framing her face, “Please, that wannabe is barely a man.”
He hid a smile, muttering a “That’s all he is, though. A wannabe.” as he stared at the floor.
A wannabe friend.
A wannabe leader.
A wannabe hero.
Sure Damian was trying, but that didn’t mean he was succeeding.
He would never be as charming as Nightwing.
He would never be as good of a fighter as Red Hood.
He would never be as smart as Red Robin.
He was just Damian.
The kid with the big attitude that everyone around him had to put up with.
Emiko leaned her back onto the couch, arms on the back of her head. “You guys wanna know what Roy told me,”
Wally found himself nodding, along with the others as she continued. “He said that even his own brothers don’t like him. They just put up with him to make their dad happy. Actually, probably even his own father doesn’t want him.”
“You’re probably right.” Wally laughed, not registering just how hurtful his words could be. “I mean, didn’t his mom just force Batman to take him. The guy probably didn’t have a choice.”
It wasn’t like what he said was wrong.
He remembers Dick complaining to him about it. How an assassin came out of nowhere with Damian and just gave him to Batman, who gave Dick the task of training the spoiled brat who just wouldn’t listen.
Those were Dick’s words, not his.
“That must be tough,” he heard Crush huff, “Being tossed around like trash.”
Wally found himself nodding in agreement, “He probably deserved it.”
Djinn cut in before his mouth said something he would regret, “That’s just plain mean.”
The look she gave him actually made him feel bad so he found himself muttering a quiet, “sorry” before sitting next to Emiko on the couch, who looked like she was holding in her laughter.
Roundhouse spoke up, drawing everyone’s attention towards the blue-skinned kid. “If you guys don’t like Damian so much, why don’t you just leave.”
Emiko only shook her head in amusement, “I’m still friends with you guys,” she said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “I’m not going to leave just because a kid is acting like- well, a kid.”
And even though Wally knew it was wrong. He couldn’t stop the dark thrill that curled up his stomach to know that even if Damian was the chosen leader for the team, he would never acquire the close bond that they all had with each other.
Crush rolled her eyes, “The kid’s a spoiled brat. And that’s it. No explanation needed.”
“I don’t get it. Why don’t you guys just try to get to know him more?” Djinn asked, “I know that he’s not as bad as you think he is.”
Wally held in the laugh threatening to come out of his throat- Damian Wayne? Not being as bad as he thinks he is.
If anything, Damian was probably worse.
Roundhouse bobbed his head in agreement, “Yeah, he’s usually pretty nice to me.”
Crush, Emiko, and Wally exchanged uncertain glances with each other.
Wally doesn’t believe it; Damian Wayne, being nice?
Are they even talking about the same Damian Wayne? The one trained by fucking assassins.
He knows for a fact that his brothers won’t believe it either. And out of everyone else in the superhero community, they’re probably the ones that know Damian best.
But then again, that was only because they had to spend the most time with him. Whether they liked it or not, Damian was a part of their family.
Wally found himself genuinely feeling bad for them.
Djinn tilted her head, “So will you do it? Actually, try to get to know him?”
Crush immediately shook her head, “Yeah. No.”
Djinn furrowed her eyebrows at the instant rejection, “But why not?”
“Damian is well- he’s just Damian.” Emiko intervened. “Even if we put in an effort, he might not put the same amount back.”
“Yeah,” Wally added on. “And unless he’s drunk and shit, we won’t get anything out of him.”
Crush raised an eyebrow at the two, “Why do you think we never invite him when we hang out?”
Roundhouse faltered, giving Djinn a hesitant look. “I just thought he didn’t want to join us.”
“That's probably true as well.” Wally pointed out. “If he did, he would tell us that he’d want to join, you know? He probably thinks that he’s too good for any of us.”
Djinn frowned in disagreement, but this time, she kept her mouth shut.
No one said anything for a while before he noticed Emiko turning to him, “About that comment you made, what if we did get the kid drunk?”
Roundhouse stared at the girl, eyes wide, “Is that even allowed? Or legal? Is that even legal? We’re superheroes. We can’t do illegal things.”
The archer shrugged, “I mean, yeah it can be legal. We just need a trusted adult’s consent. And lucky for us, two of his brothers are legal adults.” she met Wally’s eyes, “You know them better than any of us. Do you think they’ll allow it?”
Wally eagerly nodded, “They probably will. I’m ninety-nine percent sure that they don’t like him that much either.”
That was an understatement.
With all the complaining he’s heard from them, Wally had a feeling that they hate Damian even more than he did.
And he hated the kid a lot.
“Wouldn’t that be betraying his trust?” Djinn asked.
Crush leaned forward, her eyes full of mischief before it quickly disappeared as soon as she met the young girl’s eyes, “Let me tell you a secret, this is something Damian might call a training exercise.” she slowly explained to the two youngest heroes, “In a way, we’re technically gathering information on our target. And in this case, our target is Damian.”
Wally could tell that they were close to convincing them so he softly added on, “Plus, isn’t this technically just a faster way for us to get to know Damian? That’s what you wanted.”
The girl nodded, her lips pursed, and after a few minutes she spoke up, “Okay, let’s do it.” her eyes soon grew troubled. “But what if his brothers end up saying no?”
The speedster waved off the girl’s concerns. “Don’t worry,” he smiled, “This is an opportunity that they probably won’t be able to decline. Trust me.”
Wally’s was confident that they’ll agree to it.
Roundhouse had the biggest grin growing on his face, “We finally get to know more about Robin!” he excitedly said, “He’s always by himself. And he’s quiet. Really quiet”
His eagerness died down, sadly looking at the floor. “Does this mean he doesn’t like us?”
Crush snorted, “I don’t even know kid, I stopped trying to understand the brat a while ago.”
Wally and Emiko nodded in agreement.
The only times they willingly interacted with Damian was on the field. Because even though the kid sucked; he definitely knew what he was doing.
Emiko took her phone out, “I’m pretty sure that the bats have a game night in their little cave tonight.”
The team stared at her confused, “What does that even have to do with the discussion?”
Emiko rolled her eyes, “What I’m trying to say is that all of Damian’s eldest brothers are in their little Batcave.” she spoke slowly like she was talking to a bunch of babies. “Together. Playing a game. Probably without Damian.”
Roundhouse caught on, “So all we have to do is go to the cave and ask them if we can get Robin drunk.”
“How do you even know that?” Crush asked Emiko.
“Roy talks.” The archer shrugged, “A lot… especially if it’s about Jason.”
Crush jumped out of the couch in excitement, “That means we might be able to do this tonight!” She pointed at him, “Wally, go!”
“Right now?”
“Obviously, you dolt.”
“Why me?” he cried out, “You know how protective the bats are of their precious little cave.”
“Wally, go,” she repeated.
He didn’t budge. “Batman will kill me.”
“Batman doesn’t kill.”
“If someone just randomly enters his cave, he will.”
Crush looked like she wanted to punch him, “Wally, I fucking swear. Aren’t you and Nightwing like besties?”
He shrugged, “I don’t know.”
“Just text the dude in advance,” Roundhouse suggested. “That way no one gets killed, and we get to learn more about Robin.”
Wally sighed, leaping to his feet as he spoke, his tone filled with faux-excitement. “Great, I can’t wait to go-“
His voice trailed off, noticing Damian walking in.
It looked like the brat was about to go use the zeta-tubes but he stopped, his head tilting as his gaze landed on the team, “Can’t wait for what?”
Wally looked around, his eyes desperate for an answer.
Luckily, Djinn answered for him, a bright smile on her face as she addressed Damian’s question. “We’re going to the movies! We wanted to do a bit of team bonding.”
That response made Wally want to laugh.
Don’t get him wrong, it was a believable excuse. It’s just-
He can’t even think of a single time that they invited their “leader” to a team hangout.
He wondered if Damian noticed the fact that they went out of their way to exclude him from everything except for missions.
And If he did, did he care?
His eyes watched as the kid nodded in acceptance. As if they even needed his permission to hang out.
Damian turned his back on them, calling out a “have fun” as he disappeared in a flash of bright light.
Well, that answered his question. Damian looked like he could care less. He didn’t even give them another glance.
He just immediately turned his back on them, walking away as if he owned the place.
It made Wally’s blood boil. Did the brat even notice that no one wanted him around?
He couldn’t wait and see just what secrets the brat hid underneath that perfect, little mask of his.
And Wally couldn’t wait to tear that mask apart.
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Note:
guess who finally started writing the one fic that almost everyone was waiting for.
me!!!
To be honest, I was kinda confused on how I was going to write the events of “I’m fine” from the other’s POV, then I realized that I could just write it using multiple chapters, so that’s what I did.
I know that a lot of people were waiting for this version, so hopefully you guys end up liking this installment, and if you have any comments, suggestions, and feedback, make sure to comment on them.
Also, I feel like I need to mention that, yes- I know that some of the characters are “out of character” in a way. Though, Damian does receive a whole lot of shit from them in the comics so at the same time they kind of aren’t ooc, if that makes sense.
I genuinely just wanted to write a Damian Wayne whump fic that I can go back too and cry about later. So if you don’t like it, then just don’t read it. No need to waste your energy writing hate comments that I’ll probably only laugh at later.
We’re Tired of Him
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It was pretty easy to dislike Damian Wayne. He was an arrogant, stuck-up brat. So when the Titans get a chance to gain blackmail material on him, they took it, along with his brother's eagerly joining in.
They couldn't wait to see the look on Damian's face when he realizes that they know every little secret he has. Who knows. Maybe they can finally get the brat to shut up or if they're lucky, they might be able to force him to quit being Robin.
Or that one time Damian's teammates and brothers decide to spike his drink so they could use Damian's secrets against him.
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We’re Tired of Him (Part 1)
Wally does not remember a single time where the Titans have completed a mission without him feeling annoyed or irritated at Robin.
It wasn’t a secret to anyone in the superhero community that speedsters weren’t patient people. They had too much energy pent up in their system to sit still for more than five seconds.
Which is why you shouldn’t expect much from them when you bring them to a discrete, cover-ops mission.
Everyone knew that.
At least, everyone except Damian fucking Wayne.
Wally never liked the new Robin and he didn’t try to hide that fact.
He’d make snide comments behind the kid’s back, purposely being loud so that Damian knew what he thought of him.
Hell, he’s even told Damian straight to his face that no one liked him. But the kid wasn’t affected; he only dismissed Wally with a roll of his eyes and a simple ‘tt’.
As if Wally was nothing but an ant standing in his way.
It annoys him that the kid doesn’t respond to his remarks, but he doesn’t regret making them.
In his head, Damian deserved it.
Who in their right mind decides to abduct someone to force them to join a reincarnation of an old superhero team.
At least come up with a new name!
Wally never wanted to join the brat’s team anyways and he might’ve changed his mind and stayed in the end, but it still doesn’t change the fact that he was forced to be in it.
Despite the fact that the kid might’ve apologized, Wally still hasn’t forgiven him. And frankly, he thinks that he never will.
Especially if he kept it up with the attitude.
The moment the rest of the team stepped into the main lobby, he couldn’t stop the complaints that rolled off of his tongue.
“He’s such a brat,” he couldn’t help but growl out, the disgust clear on his voice. “Like how can someone be such a dick!”
Wally felt some of his anger vanish as his words caused the room to be filled with laughter. It was always nice to know that he wasn’t the only one that had a strong distaste for their team leader.
Though, to be fair, a lot of people didn’t get along with Damian Wayne. He knows for a fact that a lot of them just put up with him because his dad’s Batman.
The more Wally thought about it, the more he wondered if the brat actually had friends.
While Damian was rather close with Djinn, along with Superman’s son, Jon. They were also some of the sweetest people that he’s ever had the chance of meeting. So maybe they just felt bad for the kid.
It made sense in his mind.
After all; who in their right mind would want to be friends with Damian?
Emiko’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts, “What did the kid do now?”
He couldn’t contain the smirk that made its way onto his face, he loved it when they bonded over how much they disliked the new Robin.
And judging by how Emiko and Crush mirrored his expression, he knew that he wasn’t the only one that felt that way.
“He goes and gets mad at me for being incompetent or something. Like it’s not my fault I wasn’t raised by a crazy old hot assassin lady.”
Wally knew that he wasn’t being fair. That Damian couldn’t control how he was raised. And that there was a high chance that Damian could hear him- could hear them- tearing him apart.
But in the heat of the moment, he couldn’t bring himself to care. He wanted the brat to hear him. He wanted the kid to know that even if he was Batman’s son, a majority of them still didn’t like him.
That they only put up with him because they had to.
Not because they wanted to.
There’s a fucking difference between the two and Wally needs Damian to know that.
Crush jumped on the couch, imitating Damian’s pose as she mocked his words, “If you don’t halt your tongue you useless speedster, you will perish under my sword.”
She swung her imaginary sword into the air, pretending to slice Wally’s neck.
He played along, fanning his face as he forced his eyes to roll back before his back hit the soft cushions of the couch.
From the corner of his eye, he could see Djinn and Roundhouse trying to hold in their laughs.
He couldn’t say that he was surprised that they were so reluctant to make fun of their so-called leader, out of everyone in the Titans, they were the ones that tolerated the brat the most.
He saw Roundhouse’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, and he tried to hold in a groan as he heard the uneasy tone come out of his teammate’s mouth, no doubt feeling bad for laughing at the expense of ridiculing one of his favorite heroes.
“Why are you guys so mean to the small man?”
It was such an innocent question, but it made Wally’s blood fill up with such rage.
What they’re doing isn’t mean. It was well deserved. Plus, if Damian cared, he would’ve yelled at them already.
They’ve never been quiet when it came to mocking the youngest bat.
Emiko snorted, her dark hair framing her face, “Please, that wannabe is barely a man.”
He hid a smile, muttering a “That’s all he is, though. A wannabe.” as he stared at the floor.
A wannabe friend.
A wannabe leader.
A wannabe hero.
Sure Damian was trying, but that didn’t mean he was succeeding.
He would never be as charming as Nightwing.
He would never be as good of a fighter as Red Hood.
He would never be as smart as Red Robin.
He was just Damian.
The kid with the big attitude that everyone around him had to put up with.
Emiko leaned her back onto the couch, arms on the back of her head. “You guys wanna know what Roy told me,”
Wally found himself nodding, along with the others as she continued. “He said that even his own brothers don’t like him. They just put up with him to make their dad happy. Actually, probably even his own father doesn’t want him.”
“You’re probably right.” Wally laughed, not registering just how hurtful his words could be. “I mean, didn’t his mom just force Batman to take him. The guy probably didn’t have a choice.”
It wasn’t like what he said was wrong.
He remembers Dick complaining to him about it. How an assassin came out of nowhere with Damian and just gave him to Batman, who gave Dick the task of training the spoiled brat who just wouldn’t listen.
Those were Dick’s words, not his.
“That must be tough,” he heard Crush huff, “Being tossed around like trash.”
Wally found himself nodding in agreement, “He probably deserved it.”
Djinn cut in before his mouth said something he would regret, “That’s just plain mean.”
The look she gave him actually made him feel bad so he found himself muttering a quiet, “sorry” before sitting next to Emiko on the couch, who looked like she was holding in her laughter.
Roundhouse spoke up, drawing everyone’s attention towards the blue-skinned kid. “If you guys don’t like Damian so much, why don’t you just leave.”
Emiko only shook her head in amusement, “I’m still friends with you guys,” she said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “I’m not going to leave just because a kid is acting like- well, a kid.”
And even though Wally knew it was wrong. He couldn’t stop the dark thrill that curled up his stomach to know that even if Damian was the chosen leader for the team, he would never acquire the close bond that they all had with each other.
Crush rolled her eyes, “The kid’s a spoiled brat. And that’s it. No explanation needed.”
“I don’t get it. Why don’t you guys just try to get to know him more?” Djinn asked, “I know that he’s not as bad as you think he is.”
Wally held in the laugh threatening to come out of his throat- Damian Wayne? Not being as bad as he thinks he is.
If anything, Damian was probably worse.
Roundhouse bobbed his head in agreement, “Yeah, he’s usually pretty nice to me.”
Crush, Emiko, and Wally exchanged uncertain glances with each other.
Wally doesn’t believe it; Damian Wayne, being nice?
Are they even talking about the same Damian Wayne? The one trained by fucking assassins.
He knows for a fact that his brothers won’t believe it either. And out of everyone else in the superhero community, they’re probably the ones that know Damian best.
But then again, that was only because they had to spend the most time with him. Whether they liked it or not, Damian was a part of their family.
Wally found himself genuinely feeling bad for them.
Djinn tilted her head, “So will you do it? Actually, try to get to know him?”
Crush immediately shook her head, “Yeah. No.”
Djinn furrowed her eyebrows at the instant rejection, “But why not?”
“Damian is well- he’s just Damian.” Emiko intervened. “Even if we put in an effort, he might not put the same amount back.”
“Yeah,” Wally added on. “And unless he’s drunk and shit, we won’t get anything out of him.”
Crush raised an eyebrow at the two, “Why do you think we never invite him when we hang out?”
Roundhouse faltered, giving Djinn a hesitant look. “I just thought he didn’t want to join us.”
“That's probably true as well.” Wally pointed out. “If he did, he would tell us that he’d want to join, you know? He probably thinks that he’s too good for any of us.”
Djinn frowned in disagreement, but this time, she kept her mouth shut.
No one said anything for a while before he noticed Emiko turning to him, “About that comment you made, what if we did get the kid drunk?”
Roundhouse stared at the girl, eyes wide, “Is that even allowed? Or legal? Is that even legal? We’re superheroes. We can’t do illegal things.”
The archer shrugged, “I mean, yeah it can be legal. We just need a trusted adult’s consent. And lucky for us, two of his brothers are legal adults.” she met Wally’s eyes, “You know them better than any of us. Do you think they’ll allow it?”
Wally eagerly nodded, “They probably will. I’m ninety-nine percent sure that they don’t like him that much either.”
That was an understatement.
With all the complaining he’s heard from them, Wally had a feeling that they hate Damian even more than he did.
And he hated the kid a lot.
“Wouldn’t that be betraying his trust?” Djinn asked.
Crush leaned forward, her eyes full of mischief before it quickly disappeared as soon as she met the young girl’s eyes, “Let me tell you a secret, this is something Damian might call a training exercise.” she slowly explained to the two youngest heroes, “In a way, we’re technically gathering information on our target. And in this case, our target is Damian.”
Wally could tell that they were close to convincing them so he softly added on, “Plus, isn’t this technically just a faster way for us to get to know Damian? That’s what you wanted.”
The girl nodded, her lips pursed, and after a few minutes she spoke up, “Okay, let’s do it.” her eyes soon grew troubled. “But what if his brothers end up saying no?”
The speedster waved off the girl’s concerns. “Don’t worry,” he smiled, “This is an opportunity that they probably won’t be able to decline. Trust me.”
Wally’s was confident that they’ll agree to it.
Roundhouse had the biggest grin growing on his face, “We finally get to know more about Robin!” he excitedly said, “He’s always by himself. And he’s quiet. Really quiet”
His eagerness died down, sadly looking at the floor. “Does this mean he doesn’t like us?”
Crush snorted, “I don’t even know kid, I stopped trying to understand the brat a while ago.”
Wally and Emiko nodded in agreement.
The only times they willingly interacted with Damian was on the field. Because even though the kid sucked; he definitely knew what he was doing.
Emiko took her phone out, “I’m pretty sure that the bats have a game night in their little cave tonight.”
The team stared at her confused, “What does that even have to do with the discussion?”
Emiko rolled her eyes, “What I’m trying to say is that all of Damian’s eldest brothers are in their little Batcave.” she spoke slowly like she was talking to a bunch of babies. “Together. Playing a game. Probably without Damian.”
Roundhouse caught on, “So all we have to do is go to the cave and ask them if we can get Robin drunk.”
“How do you even know that?” Crush asked Emiko.
“Roy talks.” The archer shrugged, “A lot… especially if it’s about Jason.”
Crush jumped out of the couch in excitement, “That means we might be able to do this tonight!” She pointed at him, “Wally, go!”
“Right now?”
“Obviously, you dolt.”
“Why me?” he cried out, “You know how protective the bats are of their precious little cave.”
“Wally, go,” she repeated.
He didn’t budge. “Batman will kill me.”
“Batman doesn’t kill.”
“If someone just randomly enters his cave, he will.”
Crush looked like she wanted to punch him, “Wally, I fucking swear. Aren’t you and Nightwing like besties?”
He shrugged, “I don’t know.”
“Just text the dude in advance,” Roundhouse suggested. “That way no one gets killed, and we get to learn more about Robin.”
Wally sighed, leaping to his feet as he spoke, his tone filled with faux-excitement. “Great, I can’t wait to go-“
His voice trailed off, noticing Damian walking in.
It looked like the brat was about to go use the zeta-tubes but he stopped, his head tilting as his gaze landed on the team, “Can’t wait for what?”
Wally looked around, his eyes desperate for an answer.
Luckily, Djinn answered for him, a bright smile on her face as she addressed Damian’s question. “We’re going to the movies! We wanted to do a bit of team bonding.”
That response made Wally want to laugh.
Don’t get him wrong, it was a believable excuse. It’s just-
He can’t even think of a single time that they invited their “leader” to a team hangout.
He wondered if Damian noticed the fact that they went out of their way to exclude him from everything except for missions.
And If he did, did he care?
His eyes watched as the kid nodded in acceptance. As if they even needed his permission to hang out.
Damian turned his back on them, calling out a “have fun” as he disappeared in a flash of bright light.
Well, that answered his question. Damian looked like he could care less. He didn’t even give them another glance.
He just immediately turned his back on them, walking away as if he owned the place.
It made Wally’s blood boil. Did the brat even notice that no one wanted him around?
He couldn’t wait and see just what secrets the brat hid underneath that perfect, little mask of his.
And Wally couldn’t wait to tear that mask apart.
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Note:
guess who finally started writing the one fic that almost everyone was waiting for.
me!!!
To be honest, I was kinda confused on how I was going to write the events of “I’m fine” from the other’s POV, then I realized that I could just write it using multiple chapters, so that’s what I did.
I know that a lot of people were waiting for this version, so hopefully you guys end up liking this installment, and if you have any comments, suggestions, and feedback, make sure to comment on them.
Also, I feel like I need to mention that, yes- I know that some of the characters are “out of character” in a way. Though, Damian does receive a whole lot of shit from them in the comics so at the same time they kind of aren’t ooc, if that makes sense.
I genuinely just wanted to write a Damian Wayne whump fic that I can go back too and cry about later. So if you don’t like it, then just don’t read it. No need to waste your energy writing hate comments that I’ll probably only laugh at later.
We’re Tired of Him
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We’re Tired of Him (part 2)
Dick stared at the cards in front of him, eyes tentatively drifting to Tim and Jason.
Jason’s brows were furrowed before he slowly put down a +4, cheekily grinning at Tim. “I choose red.”
Tim’s face was blank, eyes switching from the stack of cards on the table to the ones that he was holding. In the end, he gave Dick a mischievous grin, putting down another +4. “I want green.”
Dick groaned and the cave was filled with his brothers’ laughter, they gave each other a high five while Dick grabbed 8 cards from the deck.
“You guys are cheating.” he accused.
Jason shrugged and Tim raised an eyebrow, neither one saying anything.
Jason had five cards left and Tim had three. Dick would be winning if it wasn’t for that stupid +8 trick they pulled off.
He put down a green card, leaving him with nine cards.
“Uno,” Tim called out, not flinching when Dick glared at him.
No one said anything for a few seconds until Dick’s voice cut through the silence. “I don’t want to play anymore.”
Tim gaped at him, “That’s not fair.”
“What’s not fair is the fact that the two of you are conspiring against me.”
“We are not!”
“Are too.”
“Are not.”
“Are too!”
“Jason, tell Dick that we weren’t cheating.”
Jason stared back at the two of them, unimpressed. “We weren’t cheating.”
Tim gave him a victorious look. As if he was trying to say, see. Jason agrees that we weren’t cheating, so we obviously aren’t cheating.
“That doesn’t prove anything.” Dick cried out, “Why would Jason admit that you guys were cheating?”
Jason frowned, “Are you accusing me of lying?”
“Yes!”
“That’s not very nice of you, Dickie.”
“I don’t care if it’s not nice of me. You’re cheating and I don’t want to play with a bunch of cheaters.”
Laughter filled the air and Dick turned towards it, launching himself towards the intruder.
Behind him, Tim took a defensive position, bo staff in his hand and Jason had his guns out, ready to shoot the intruder.
With rubber bullets, of course.
The intruder groaned in pain, “Well, at least I know that it doesn’t matter how old you are. You’re still a very sore loser.”
Dick glanced down, getting off the person when he realized who it was. “Sorry, Wally.” he apologized, offering his hand to pull the red-head up.
Tim frowned, “What are you doing here?”
“Yeah,” Dick added on. “Didn’t you guys have a mission or something?”
Wally sped over to the closest chair and sat on it, “Yeah, but we finished it pretty quickly.”
Wally’s eyes were focused on his hands and Tim followed the speedster’s gaze, noticing how they seemed to fidget.
Tim inwardly frowned, was there a problem or something. Everyone in the Justice League knew that the Batcave was off limits. And even then, they didn’t make an effort to try and enter it.
Wally was lucky that Dick was here or else Batman would’ve had to deal with him.
Thankfully, Jason spoke up, “There better be an emergency or something cause it's game night. And you just interrupted it.”
Wally opened his mouth, “You know Damian right?”
Tim stared at Wally, “Yeah, we know Damian. He’s our brother, you idiot.”
“No- I mean- like- I-“ Wally sighed, “I know he’s your brother, it’s just-“ he groaned, “I don’t know how to explain it.”
Tim wanted to groan as well. This was supposed to be game night. A bonding experience. He didn’t want to talk about Damian.
He would be lying if he said that he still didn’t harbor a grudge against the youngest member of the Wayne family.
When Jason tried to kill him, he was under the influence of the Lazarus Pit. And afterward, he apologized to Tim.
As far as Tim knew, Damian wasn’t under the influence of anything. All Damian said was something about how Tim wasn’t worthy of becoming the Wayne heir and tried to slice him with a sword.
Bruce said that he had a talk with Damian about it but the brat never apologized, so Tim hasn’t forgiven him.
Dick’s voice snapped Tim out of his thoughts, “Did Damian do something again?”
“Kind of.” Wally waved it off, “He was just acting like- well, himself.”
Tim winced, that was still pretty bad.
“What did he do?”
“It’s not important.”
“It must be pretty important if you risked going to the Batcave.” Jason pointed out.
“That’s actually not why I’m here.”
It was Jason’s turn to frown. None of this shit was making sense.
He knew that he should’ve just stayed with Roy.
Jason was under the impression that they would be playing games. You know, hanging out, making a mess, being forced to bond like brothers and all that shit.
He didn’t want to talk about the demon brat.
And if anyone asked, the answer was yes. He was still mad at the little Christmas gift Damian got him last Christmas.
What the fuck gave the kid the idea to give Jason a crowbar as a gift?
Jason still had nightmares about his death. The crowbar did nothing but made those horrors come more often every night.
He fought off the shiver that threatened to make its way upon his body.
“If you weren’t here to talk about the demon, then what did you want to talk about?”
Wally faced them, “You wouldn’t happen to know a way to get the bra- Damian to relax would you?”
Jason heard Tim snort at the question, “Trust me. If we knew a permanent way to get Damian to stop being so uptight, we would’ve used it by now.”
He studied the speedster, narrowing his eyes when Wally started to avoid their gaze.
“Wally,” Dick was using his i-am-the-leader-so-you-have-to-listen-to-me voice. “What are you trying to say?”
“I mean, what if we get him drunk.”
Jason blinked, “You want to get Damian drunk.”
When Wally nodded, Jason continued, practically yelling. “Why the fuck would you want to get Damian drunk? He’s gonna kill you.”
Tim shook his head, his mind already coming up with a million scenarios of how this would end up. “How did you even come up with the idea that getting Damian drunk would help him relax?”
“Getting him drunk won’t help him relax at all.” Jason pointed out, “It’ll probably only make him even more uptight and paranoid.”
Jason’s blue eyes glinted with something Tim couldn’t decipher, “Unless that’s not what you’re after. You want to get the brat drunk for another reason.”
Wally nervously nodded, “You caught me. Well us- I guess. The team and I wanted your permission to get Damian drunk so that we can learn more about him and gain blackmail material on him.”
Tim froze, mouth open in shock.
That was a lot of information.
Dick sat down, his head beginning to hurt.
He could see the appeal in learning more about Damian. He’s been living in the manor for around two years now and they still don’t know much about him.
If Damian opens up about his past, then it’ll be easier for the family to help him. It’ll be nice for Damian to start getting comfortable with people. After all, that was the whole reason that Bruce signed him up for school.
And who knows, maybe his baby bird could make a new friend or two. Cause Dick knows full well that he doesn’t have any at the moment.
The cave was engulfed with silence, except for the sound of Wally’s feet nervously tapping the floor.
In the end, the speedster himself was the one who cut through it. “So…” Wally’s voice trailed off, “Do I have your permission?”
Tim’s eyes were focused on the ground. “I don’t care what you do to the brat but I want to be in the tower when it happens.”
Wally smirked, nodding in acceptance. “Deal,” he turned to the others “What about you guys?”
Dick shifted uncomfortably in the chair, his back was stiff and Tim could see how conflicted his eyes were. With a little bit of probing, he knew that he could convince his oldest brother to agree to Wally’s demands.
“Come on Dick,” Tim said, his lips tugging upwards. “Aren’t you even remotely curious about what Damian will say?”
When Dick doesn’t answer, Tim continued. “You know that Damian has a hard time with, um, interacting with people. This is probably the only way we’ll get him to open up.”
He could see the gears turning in Dick’s head and Tim realized that he was so close. All he had to do was push a little more.
“Doesn’t Damian deserve it? Damian deserves people who understand him. People that’ll be there for him. Hasn’t Talia fucked up his life enough?”
Dick clenched his fists at the mention of the Al Ghul, “Fine.” He spat out, “But only because Damian needs this.”
Tim raised an eyebrow at him, not believing a word. “Alright.”
Dick wasn’t stupid. He knew that Tim was trying to manipulate him into agreeing. But it also doesn’t change the fact that his brother was right.
Talia did mess up Damian’s life. She was the reason that he hasn’t opened up to anyone yet. Why he was treated like such an outcast with the other capes.
If all Dick had to do was get his little brother drunk, then he would do it.
Tim turned to his predecessor, “And you Jason?” he asked. His head was tilted innocently but his eyes were calculating him.
Jason knew he would be outnumbered if he disagreed. It also doesn’t help that Tim had his I-can-get-you-to-agree-with-anything-face on.
He groaned in defeat, burying his face with his hands. He knew that he should’ve stayed with Roy tonight. After this, he would never go to a game night again.
He looked at Tim’s determined face and sighed, “I’m not gonna be able to stop any of you anyway. I’m in as well.” his lips formed a smirk, “It won’t hurt to gain blackmail material on the brat.”
Damian better watch out because the next time he puts a crowbar underneath his pillow, Jason was gonna send the video of him being drunk out of his mind to everyone that he was in contact with.
Jason knows that Tim would help him.
“So you all agree?”
“Yes.”
“You’re agreeing to getting your brother drunk.”
“Yes.”
“Huh, okay. Great.”
Wally’s face turns mischievous and it reminds Dick of when they were kids. Back when they just started with the whole vigilante thing.
“So are you guys free for the rest of the night?”
“Wait,” realization hit Tim like the brick that Steph threw at him. “You guys are planning on doing this tonight?”
Wally nods, “Well, yeah. The sooner the better you know?”
“And when exactly did you guys come up with this plan?”
Wally rubbed the back of his neck, “Like about two hours ago? We were just talking and it escalated from there.”
Tim doesn’t know how you can go from talking to conspiring an idea on getting a teammate drunk. At least, not unless-
“You know, you can admit that you were talking about Damian.” Tim leaned forward, “You guys aren’t the only ones that talk badly about him.”
“Tim!” Dick cried incredulously, “You shouldn’t talk about Damian like that.”
He shrugged in response, “You do it too.” he said, “Remember when you first met him?”
He felt his face turning red and he turned away from Tim, hoping he wouldn’t see his face. “That was a long time ago.”
“You were also complaining about him yesterday.”
“I was not.”
“Was too.”
Tim folded his arms, “So you’re a sore loser and a liar.”
Dick fought hard to suppress a groan, “You guys were cheating.” he cried out. “I don’t play with cheaters.”
Jason faced Wally. “What they’re trying to say is that yes. We’re all free tonight.”
Wally smiled brightly. “I knew that you guys would be okay with this.”
Jason nodded, deciding he should be nice for once and not point out how Wally pale and nervous the speedster was before he asked the question.
For someone with super speed, Wally took way too long to get to the point.
He could see why he was friends with Dick.
“You know,” Wally’s tone got Dick’s attention. It was the one he always used where he wanted to embarrass someone. And Dick was usually the target. “I remember you hacking the Mario Kart back when we used to play.”
“Did I?” he put on his best confused face, “I don’t remember that ever happening.”
Dick definitely remembered that happening. He beat a speedster at a racing game. Hacked or not, he was still the winner.
Tim pointed an accusatory finger at him, “I knew it. You’re the cheater.”
Jason shook his head in agreement, “Dickface over here has the biggest competitive streak. Remember when he put the steak in his shorts just so he could prove to everyone that he was Titus’s favorite?”
Dick forced a frown on his face, “Funny thing is, I don’t remember that happening. At all.”
“That took place two days ago!”
“I have bad memory…?” he meekly offered.
Tim scoffed, “We’re never having a game night with you again.”
“You say that every week.” Jason pointed out.
“Well, I’m serious this time.”
“Uh-huh.”
Tim didn’t like the amount of attention that was now focused on him so he turned to Wally, “So how are we going to get Damian drunk?”
“We were just gonna spike his drink.”
Tim swore, “You can’t just spike Damian’s drink. He’s gonna figure out that you guys are acting weird and realize what you’re doing.”
Wally fidgeted under Tim’s scrutinizing gaze, “Well what do you suggest we do?”
Tim smirked and Dick swears that the room just got colder.
“The kid is pretty much a prodigy at everything vigilante related thanks to his training, but he sucks at socializing.”
“Well, yeah. Isn’t that why we want to get him drunk?” Wally asked, not seeing the point in what Tim is trying to see.
Tim answered the redhead's question with a “Well, yes.” before continuing at his attempt to tell everyone his plan.
“But what I’m trying to say is that we can overwhelm him. Me and Jason will help set everything up in the tower and Dick will bring Damian there.”
“So we’re throwing a party?”
Tim furrowed his eyebrows, “I mean, if that’s what you want to call it, then yes.”
It was Dick’s turn to frown, “Why do I have to be the one to bring him in?”
“Cause he likes you better than any of us.”
“But still,” Dick groaned. “It’s gonna be so hard to convince him.”
“That sounds more like a you problem than it sounds like an us problem.”
“This is unfair.”
“Call it paying me and Jason back for accusing us of cheating.”
Before Dick could reply, Wally sped away, taking his brothers with him. And before he could even blink, they disappeared via zeta tube.
They left Dick alone in the cave, with the board games still out.
He rolls his eyes in annoyance, mumbling under his breath as he cleaned up the mess.
“Who gave Bruce the idea to adopt more children past me. If he wanted more children, why couldn’t he make sure that he got the ones that cleaned up after themselves and didn’t cheat while playing UNO.”
He huffed, proud of himself when he accomplished the task.
Now all he had to do was convince Damian to come back to the Titans’ tower so that they could help him.
How hard could that be?
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note: okay, I reread this whole series so that I could get inspired to write this chapter. And can I just say, my writing was not as bad as I thought it was. Like I’m actually pretty proud of myself.
That was really random but yeah.
(like I always ask, please comment any ideas, feedback, and criticism that you have. i love reading them. Oh! and if you see any spelling errors, please tell me. I don't have a beta reader so I mostly miss those things.)
We’re Tired of Him
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Wally interrupts game night.
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Dick stared at the cards in front of him, eyes tentatively drifting to Tim and Jason.
Jason’s brows were furrowed before he slowly put down a +4, cheekily grinning at Tim. “I choose red.”
Tim’s face was blank, eyes switching from the stack of cards on the table to the ones that he was holding. In the end, he gave Dick a mischievous grin, putting down another +4. “I want green.”
Dick groaned and the cave was filled with his brothers’ laughter, they gave each other a high five while Dick grabbed 8 cards from the deck.
“You guys are cheating.” he accused.
Jason shrugged and Tim raised an eyebrow, neither one saying anything.
Jason had five cards left and Tim had three. Dick would be winning if it wasn’t for that stupid +8 trick they pulled off.
He put down a green card, leaving him with nine cards.
“Uno,” Tim called out, not flinching when Dick glared at him.
No one said anything for a few seconds until Dick’s voice cut through the silence. “I don’t want to play anymore.”
Tim gaped at him, “That’s not fair.”
“What’s not fair is the fact that the two of you are conspiring against me.”
“We are not!”
“Are too.”
“Are not.”
“Are too!”
“Jason, tell Dick that we weren’t cheating.”
Jason stared back at the two of them, unimpressed. “We weren’t cheating.”
Tim gave him a victorious look. As if he was trying to say, see. Jason agrees that we weren’t cheating, so we obviously aren’t cheating.
“That doesn’t prove anything.” Dick cried out, “Why would Jason admit that you guys were cheating?”
Jason frowned, “Are you accusing me of lying?”
“Yes!”
“That’s not very nice of you, Dickie.”
“I don’t care if it’s not nice of me. You’re cheating and I don’t want to play with a bunch of cheaters.”
Laughter filled the air and Dick turned towards it, launching himself towards the intruder.
Behind him, Tim took a defensive position, bo staff in his hand and Jason had his guns out, ready to shoot the intruder.
With rubber bullets, of course.
The intruder groaned in pain, “Well, at least I know that it doesn’t matter how old you are. You’re still a very sore loser.”
Dick glanced down, getting off the person when he realized who it was. “Sorry, Wally.” he apologized, offering his hand to pull the red-head up.
Tim frowned, “What are you doing here?”
“Yeah,” Dick added on. “Didn’t you guys have a mission or something?”
Wally sped over to the closest chair and sat on it, “Yeah, but we finished it pretty quickly.”
Wally’s eyes were focused on his hands and Tim followed the speedster’s gaze, noticing how they seemed to fidget.
Tim inwardly frowned, was there a problem or something. Everyone in the Justice League knew that the Batcave was off limits. And even then, they didn’t make an effort to try and enter it.
Wally was lucky that Dick was here or else Batman would’ve had to deal with him.
Thankfully, Jason spoke up, “There better be an emergency or something cause it's game night. And you just interrupted it.”
Wally opened his mouth, “You know Damian right?”
Tim stared at Wally, “Yeah, we know Damian. He’s our brother, you idiot.”
“No- I mean- like- I-“ Wally sighed, “I know he’s your brother, it’s just-“ he groaned, “I don’t know how to explain it.”
Tim wanted to groan as well. This was supposed to be game night. A bonding experience. He didn’t want to talk about Damian.
He would be lying if he said that he still didn’t harbor a grudge against the youngest member of the Wayne family.
When Jason tried to kill him, he was under the influence of the Lazarus Pit. And afterward, he apologized to Tim.
As far as Tim knew, Damian wasn’t under the influence of anything. All Damian said was something about how Tim wasn’t worthy of becoming the Wayne heir and tried to slice him with a sword.
Bruce said that he had a talk with Damian about it but the brat never apologized, so Tim hasn’t forgiven him.
Dick’s voice snapped Tim out of his thoughts, “Did Damian do something again?”
“Kind of.” Wally waved it off, “He was just acting like- well, himself.”
Tim winced, that was still pretty bad.
“What did he do?”
“It’s not important.”
“It must be pretty important if you risked going to the Batcave.” Jason pointed out.
“That’s actually not why I’m here.”
It was Jason’s turn to frown. None of this shit was making sense.
He knew that he should’ve just stayed with Roy.
Jason was under the impression that they would be playing games. You know, hanging out, making a mess, being forced to bond like brothers and all that shit.
He didn’t want to talk about the demon brat.
And if anyone asked, the answer was yes. He was still mad at the little Christmas gift Damian got him last Christmas.
What the fuck gave the kid the idea to give Jason a crowbar as a gift?
Jason still had nightmares about his death. The crowbar did nothing but made those horrors come more often every night.
He fought off the shiver that threatened to make its way upon his body.
“If you weren’t here to talk about the demon, then what did you want to talk about?”
Wally faced them, “You wouldn’t happen to know a way to get the bra- Damian to relax would you?”
Jason heard Tim snort at the question, “Trust me. If we knew a permanent way to get Damian to stop being so uptight, we would’ve used it by now.”
He studied the speedster, narrowing his eyes when Wally started to avoid their gaze.
“Wally,” Dick was using his i-am-the-leader-so-you-have-to-listen-to-me voice. “What are you trying to say?”
“I mean, what if we get him drunk.”
Jason blinked, “You want to get Damian drunk.”
When Wally nodded, Jason continued, practically yelling. “Why the fuck would you want to get Damian drunk? He’s gonna kill you.”
Tim shook his head, his mind already coming up with a million scenarios of how this would end up. “How did you even come up with the idea that getting Damian drunk would help him relax?”
“Getting him drunk won’t help him relax at all.” Jason pointed out, “It’ll probably only make him even more uptight and paranoid.”
Jason’s blue eyes glinted with something Tim couldn’t decipher, “Unless that’s not what you’re after. You want to get the brat drunk for another reason.”
Wally nervously nodded, “You caught me. Well us- I guess. The team and I wanted your permission to get Damian drunk so that we can learn more about him and gain blackmail material on him.”
Tim froze, mouth open in shock.
That was a lot of information.
Dick sat down, his head beginning to hurt.
He could see the appeal in learning more about Damian. He’s been living in the manor for around two years now and they still don’t know much about him.
If Damian opens up about his past, then it’ll be easier for the family to help him. It’ll be nice for Damian to start getting comfortable with people. After all, that was the whole reason that Bruce signed him up for school.
And who knows, maybe his baby bird could make a new friend or two. Cause Dick knows full well that he doesn’t have any at the moment.
The cave was engulfed with silence, except for the sound of Wally’s feet nervously tapping the floor.
In the end, the speedster himself was the one who cut through it. “So…” Wally’s voice trailed off, “Do I have your permission?”
Tim’s eyes were focused on the ground. “I don’t care what you do to the brat but I want to be in the tower when it happens.”
Wally smirked, nodding in acceptance. “Deal,” he turned to the others “What about you guys?”
Dick shifted uncomfortably in the chair, his back was stiff and Tim could see how conflicted his eyes were. With a little bit of probing, he knew that he could convince his oldest brother to agree to Wally’s demands.
“Come on Dick,” Tim said, his lips tugging upwards. “Aren’t you even remotely curious about what Damian will say?”
When Dick doesn’t answer, Tim continued. “You know that Damian has a hard time with, um, interacting with people. This is probably the only way we’ll get him to open up.”
He could see the gears turning in Dick’s head and Tim realized that he was so close. All he had to do was push a little more.
“Doesn’t Damian deserve it? Damian deserves people who understand him. People that’ll be there for him. Hasn’t Talia fucked up his life enough?”
Dick clenched his fists at the mention of the Al Ghul, “Fine.” He spat out, “But only because Damian needs this.”
Tim raised an eyebrow at him, not believing a word. “Alright.”
Dick wasn’t stupid. He knew that Tim was trying to manipulate him into agreeing. But it also doesn’t change the fact that his brother was right.
Talia did mess up Damian’s life. She was the reason that he hasn’t opened up to anyone yet. Why he was treated like such an outcast with the other capes.
If all Dick had to do was get his little brother drunk, then he would do it.
Tim turned to his predecessor, “And you Jason?” he asked. His head was tilted innocently but his eyes were calculating him.
Jason knew he would be outnumbered if he disagreed. It also doesn’t help that Tim had his I-can-get-you-to-agree-with-anything-face on.
He groaned in defeat, burying his face with his hands. He knew that he should’ve stayed with Roy tonight. After this, he would never go to a game night again.
He looked at Tim’s determined face and sighed, “I’m not gonna be able to stop any of you anyway. I’m in as well.” his lips formed a smirk, “It won’t hurt to gain blackmail material on the brat.”
Damian better watch out because the next time he puts a crowbar underneath his pillow, Jason was gonna send the video of him being drunk out of his mind to everyone that he was in contact with.
Jason knows that Tim would help him.
“So you all agree?”
“Yes.”
“You’re agreeing to getting your brother drunk.”
“Yes.”
“Huh, okay. Great.”
Wally’s face turns mischievous and it reminds Dick of when they were kids. Back when they just started with the whole vigilante thing.
“So are you guys free for the rest of the night?”
“Wait,” realization hit Tim like the brick that Steph threw at him. “You guys are planning on doing this tonight?”
Wally nods, “Well, yeah. The sooner the better you know?”
“And when exactly did you guys come up with this plan?”
Wally rubbed the back of his neck, “Like about two hours ago? We were just talking and it escalated from there.”
Tim doesn’t know how you can go from talking to conspiring an idea on getting a teammate drunk. At least, not unless-
“You know, you can admit that you were talking about Damian.” Tim leaned forward, “You guys aren’t the only ones that talk badly about him.”
“Tim!” Dick cried incredulously, “You shouldn’t talk about Damian like that.”
He shrugged in response, “You do it too.” he said, “Remember when you first met him?”
He felt his face turning red and he turned away from Tim, hoping he wouldn’t see his face. “That was a long time ago.”
“You were also complaining about him yesterday.”
“I was not.”
“Was too.”
Tim folded his arms, “So you’re a sore loser and a liar.”
Dick fought hard to suppress a groan, “You guys were cheating.” he cried out. “I don’t play with cheaters.”
Jason faced Wally. “What they’re trying to say is that yes. We’re all free tonight.”
Wally smiled brightly. “I knew that you guys would be okay with this.”
Jason nodded, deciding he should be nice for once and not point out how Wally pale and nervous the speedster was before he asked the question.
For someone with super speed, Wally took way too long to get to the point.
He could see why he was friends with Dick.
“You know,” Wally’s tone got Dick’s attention. It was the one he always used where he wanted to embarrass someone. And Dick was usually the target. “I remember you hacking the Mario Kart back when we used to play.”
“Did I?” he put on his best confused face, “I don’t remember that ever happening.”
Dick definitely remembered that happening. He beat a speedster at a racing game. Hacked or not, he was still the winner.
Tim pointed an accusatory finger at him, “I knew it. You’re the cheater.”
Jason shook his head in agreement, “Dickface over here has the biggest competitive streak. Remember when he put the steak in his shorts just so he could prove to everyone that he was Titus’s favorite?”
Dick forced a frown on his face, “Funny thing is, I don’t remember that happening. At all.”
“That took place two days ago!”
“I have bad memory…?” he meekly offered.
Tim scoffed, “We’re never having a game night with you again.”
“You say that every week.” Jason pointed out.
“Well, I’m serious this time.”
“Uh-huh.”
Tim didn’t like the amount of attention that was now focused on him so he turned to Wally, “So how are we going to get Damian drunk?”
“We were just gonna spike his drink.”
Tim swore, “You can’t just spike Damian’s drink. He’s gonna figure out that you guys are acting weird and realize what you’re doing.”
Wally fidgeted under Tim’s scrutinizing gaze, “Well what do you suggest we do?”
Tim smirked and Dick swears that the room just got colder.
“The kid is pretty much a prodigy at everything vigilante related thanks to his training, but he sucks at socializing.”
“Well, yeah. Isn’t that why we want to get him drunk?” Wally asked, not seeing the point in what Tim is trying to see.
Tim answered the redhead's question with a “Well, yes.” before continuing at his attempt to tell everyone his plan.
“But what I’m trying to say is that we can overwhelm him. Me and Jason will help set everything up in the tower and Dick will bring Damian there.”
“So we’re throwing a party?”
Tim furrowed his eyebrows, “I mean, if that’s what you want to call it, then yes.”
It was Dick’s turn to frown, “Why do I have to be the one to bring him in?”
“Cause he likes you better than any of us.”
“But still,” Dick groaned. “It’s gonna be so hard to convince him.”
“That sounds more like a you problem than it sounds like an us problem.”
“This is unfair.”
“Call it paying me and Jason back for accusing us of cheating.”
Before Dick could reply, Wally sped away, taking his brothers with him. And before he could even blink, they disappeared via zeta tube.
They left Dick alone in the cave, with the board games still out.
He rolls his eyes in annoyance, mumbling under his breath as he cleaned up the mess.
“Who gave Bruce the idea to adopt more children past me. If he wanted more children, why couldn’t he make sure that he got the ones that cleaned up after themselves and didn’t cheat while playing UNO.”
He huffed, proud of himself when he accomplished the task.
Now all he had to do was convince Damian to come back to the Titans’ tower so that they could help him.
How hard could that be?
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note: okay, I reread this whole series so that I could get inspired to write this chapter. And can I just say, my writing was not as bad as I thought it was. Like I’m actually pretty proud of myself.
That was really random but yeah.
(like I always ask, please comment any ideas, feedback, and criticism that you have. i love reading them. Oh! and if you see any spelling errors, please tell me. I don't have a beta reader so I mostly miss those things.)
We’re Tired of Him
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Unlike a lot of people, Dick didn’t think that Damian was a spawn born from hell.
He was still, after all, a kid.
But sometimes, even he had to agree that Damian could be a bit… much for a lot of people.
So Dick didn’t blame them when they made their opinions of him clear.
But Dick also knew that if Damian loosened up a bit and held back with his provocative remarks, he would finally make friends with people that weren’t forced to hang out with him in the first place.
It honestly shouldn’t be as difficult as it was.
During Dick’s time as Batman, he managed to see a softer side of Damian. He was understanding towards the victims, knowing when he should stop or continue pushing for information.
If he brought out that side of him more often, Dick knew that people might actually begin to tolerate him.
Not just as Robin, but as Damian Wayne as well.
He’s heard Bruce’s complaints of how many fights Damian has been in at the Academy. How many times Bruce had to pay them off just so that Damian could keep attending.
Dick didn’t understand!
He knew that a lot of the kids there could be a bit brutal. But Damian was the biological son of Bruce Wayne! The kids and faculty members there were probably sucking it up to Damian. He had no doubt in his head that they treated him like a prince.
After all, people would do anything to get a percentage of the Wayne fortune.
He’s had this talk with Damian so many times. But he guessed that he just ignored Dick’s lecture, once more.
When will Damian realize that just because people treated him better than how they would normally treat other people-
It didn’t mean that he should start fights just because for the sake of it.
He mentally instructed himself to talk to Damian after this whole plan. This time, he would make sure that Damian was listening.
Even if Dick had to blackmail him.
For a while, Damian might not be able to tolerate him for a while but he’ll soon realize that it was for his own good. He’ll realize that everything is easier when people don’t hate you.
Dick was just looking out for his little brother. Was that so bad?
His hand knocked against the wooden door and when he received no answer, he carefully pulled it open.
Damian liked to keep his room to himself.
Usually, he didn’t let anyone but Alfred in but sometimes…
Sometimes, he would allow Dick the privilege of entering for a few minutes before quickly kicking him out.
Dick was never allowed in Damian’s room long enough for him to take in the vast space.
He could hear the shower running nearby.
Dick walked around the room. It was so disappointing. So empty.
It wasn’t personalized at all.
The desk was the only thing that showed that it wasn’t a guest room. But that it was, in fact, Damian’s room.
Crunched-up papers and pens were scattered all over the surface.
If crunching up papers were considered murder, Damon would’ve broken the code several times.
What did those papers ever do to him?
He was about to reach for one when his gaze caught Damian’s sketchbook on the chair.
Aside from his katanas, these sketchbooks were some of the assassin’s prized possessions.
But Dick was sure that Damian wouldn’t mind if he took a peek or two.
He knew that Damian was talented when it came to art but these sketches were on a whole other level.
Damian drew better than a lot of professional artists. Hell, Dick knew that a lot of them wished that they could achieve Damian’s level one day.
He flipped through the book, stopping at a page where Damian drew everyone.
It was breathtaking.
Damian made sure to include everyone in the family. He even included Alfred, Steph, and Kate!
Dick pulled out his phone to take a picture so that he could show it to Bruce later.
He smiled at the photo before furrowing his brows when he realized that someone was missing.
After a few seconds of confusion, his brain finally registered that Damian wasn’t in the drawing.
Did Damian forget to add himself?
Or maybe he just didn’t like drawing himself. He’s heard about how hard it can be to draw your own face.
Something to do with perception and stuff.
That couldn’t be it though. He looked at the previous sketches. Damian didn’t have any trouble drawing himself. Not when he drew that many pages with him and Talia hugging.
So maybe-
“Huh,” he muttered under his breath. “Then this page was probably incomplete.”
His mind ignored how the drawing didn’t look incomplete. At all.
It was professionally shaded and the background was even colored, bringing out the smiling faces of each member.
If Dick looked closely enough, he swears that Damian accidentally spilled a drop of water in the paper.
He shrugged off his thoughts. He was probably just imagining the water drops.
Everyone knew just how careful Damian was when it came to his drawings.
He’ll still show the picture to Bruce though. Who knows, the man might have Damian draw him the new family portrait.
Maybe they can use it as a father-son bonding day.
His eyes caught the time on the corner of his screen. It was almost time for them to meet up at the tower.
A frown made its way onto his face, how long has Damian been in the shower?
He must take his self-care very seriously.
From the corner of his eye, he could see Damian’s phone on his bed. The screen was constantly lighting up, filling up with notifications.
Maybe Damian did have friends.
Dick wanted to walk towards the bed to see just who was texting his brother but he managed to stop himself.
Instead, he cautiously knocked on the bathroom door, hoping Damian will realize that someone is waiting so that he could hurry up.
They had a limited timeframe, after all.
“I’ll be there soon Alfred!” he heard Damian’s voice call out.
“Sorry, but I’m not Alfred.”
No one replied for a few seconds before Damian’s disbelieving voice filled the room as the bathroom door flew open. “Grayson?”
Damian stepped out and Dick managed to sneak a peek of how fogged up everything was. “What are you doing here?”
His eyes softened at the sight of the kid in front of him, “Do I need an excuse to visit my brother?”
Damian rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, looking every bit the bratty assassin that people thought he was.
“I’m not up for your silly little games tonight.” the boy sneered up at him.
Dick pouted, his eyes naturally widening and his lips began to quiver. “Please Dami.” he pleaded, “I just want to spend some time with my brother.”
Something flashed in Damian’s eyes that Dick couldn’t decipher but he ignored it. He had one mission and he couldn’t mess it up.
“Well, I don’t want to spend time with you.” Damian growled in annoyance, “Now if you excuse me, I have to go do... something.”
It was at times like this that Dick’s patience ran thin with the little assassin, but he still forced a grin upon his face.
It was obvious that Damian was lying. As far as Dick knew, he didn’t hang out with anyone but Jon.
… and the Titans. But he honestly doesn’t think they count. The enjoyment was just not mutual.
“Since you have nothing better to do, let’s go hang out with your friends.”
He was lying through his teeth— from what Wally has said, the Titans don’t consider Robin as a friend- but Bruce did always teach them to use everything at their disposal so he didn’t feel too guilty about it.
Dick lifted Damian easily. “I already asked Dad. So come on! I want to meet your team.”
Damian struggled for a while before giving up.“It’s not like I have a choice.” he grumbled.
After a few minutes, Damian couldn’t help but ask, “Can you put me down?”
“Nope.”
Dick kept his face to stay neutral, not wanting Damian to see how excited he was.
After tonight, they would finally figure out just how Talia raised Damian and it’ll be so much easier for Dick to help him.
So much easier for Dick to get Damian to act like the kid he’s supposed to be.
He couldn’t wait.
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Note:
Sorry for the late chapter. The past two weeks have been very busy. Honestly, this whole summer has been busy. (Remember when I thought I would be having a boring summer? HAH! As if. At least my vsco is flourishing with all my captured memories.)
Let’s talk about this chapter shall we.
Dick’s heart is in the right place— kinda. But he’s definitely not approaching this situation the right way.
Someone please guess in the comments about what the crunched up papers are. I was gonna have Dick un-crumple one but I was like, it’s not the time for that just yet.
This chapter was shorter than normal. It was only 1,400 words and I try to reach a goal of 2,500 words for every chapter but I didn’t really know how to add more from Dick’s perspective.
(please comment any ideas, feedback, and criticism that you have. i love reading them. and if you see any spelling errors, please mention them in the comments. I don't have a beta reader so I mostly miss those things)
All thinga in universe, cosmos, fanon and canon is as it should be 😌
I'd like to acknowledge the Batman fandom and the Aphmau fandom (I know, weird combo) for the different ways they handle the anniversary of a major character death.
Like, on the anniversary of the day Jason Todd died the Batman fandom is like, "Aw, this is the day Jason Todd died, that's so sad. He's such a good character, so well written and relatable and cool. Let's all make fanart and talk about how much we love him"
And then the Aphmau fandom on Aaron's death day all just collectively come together to go, "fuck that guy! That guy sucked, so glad he's dead honestly, he was a shit character!"
I just think the way that these two fandoms celebrate their Jason's death is really funny, cause one comes together to love and show support for a character, and the other comes together to show support in hating a character.
Say what you want about the Aphmau fandom but they sure do know how to come together when it comes to hating something.
bruce and selina because i adore them together
pit madness
i kind of like the black and non-colored version better tbh
batman and jason robin!!!
just a little drawing i did while watching under the red hood. i love jason so much he deserves so much better.
(i know he wasn’t THAT little, but oh well lol)
I'm working on a much bigger project featuring this guy. I'll probably start sticking stuff for it in here as it comes so be expecting a lot more DC from me lol. Now, headcanon time!
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Jason Todd is probably one of my favorite DC characters, but also one that I feel has been generally mishandled.
One of the biggest things I think people forget about Jason is that he is, in fact, an anti-hero.
He does messed up shit because he knows that it's arguably the only way to really make a difference. Batman's methods, while generally noble, are relatively ineffective in the grand scheme of things. Due to the corruption of Gotham's justice system and rehabilitation system for criminals, the Big Bads really don't get their just desserts, which only leads to more people getting hurt and continuing the cycle of violence that has existed for so long.
Let's be real - the Joker has probably single-handedly ruined more lives than Batman could ever hope to save. I know, I know - that's dark, but it's probably true.
Trying a more drastic approach to keeping criminals off the streets doesn't seem too insane when those criminals don't get a clue to maybe stop after being beaten to a pulp by Batman.
I guess a lot of them are into that sort of thing lol.
In any case, Jason kills the bad guys so the families in the city won't have to worry about losing a child to the Joker's insanity, so women won't feel afraid to walk 100 feet down the sidewalk without turning into another missing persons photo on the ever-growing list, so that children don't have to worry about losing their parents to a hostage situation gone wrong.
I would argue that Jason Todd is not a bad person. In fact, I would argue that he is a very good person who is willing to go further than anyone else to help others because he knows exactly what it is like to be lost the grief, pain, and rage that comes from not being helped.
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Anyway, that's all I've got for know. I'll probably do more character study stuff for the Bat family soon. Should be fun.