Mint Chip Ice Cream….

Things I WILL write

Fluff

Angst

Platonic and romantic

Reader inserts

Headcanons

AUs

GN! Reader and/or Any kinda reader (F! M! MTF or the like)

Suggestive stuff

Smut (Not good at it but if you want not good smut I can do it I guess)

Little blurbs and one shots

Yandere

Ships are fine but there are some ships I will not write for

I will write for child/underage characters in a platonic or familial manner/context and ONLY that

Self-indulgent things are okay too

Things I WILL NOT write

Graphic violence (Story appropriate violence is fine)

Incest

Gore

Under 18 characters or readers in a romantic/ suggestive/ sexual manner with another character that is/over 18 (Will result in an immediate block and report)

Romanticization or sexualization of racism

Some kinks that involve shit and necrophilia

Others to be determined (I wanna see what I’m comfortable writing about and stuff)

Fandoms I WILL write

Dispatch (I love them)

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Parts 1 through 6 (because I haven’t read up to 7 and 8 :((()

One piece (Not Eggman arc and further tho, I haven’t read up to that part)

DC (Depending on the characters and whether I know them well enough, I will or won’t write them)

Marvel (But for the love of god do not make me write Bucky or Captain America, I have seen them in so many fics, I am SICK of them! Except for Sam Wilson and Peter Parker)

Invincible (I like the old men but I have not finished watching/reading!)

Date Everything (I haven’t met all the dateables yet my cOMPUTER BROKE NO DATEABLE SPOILERS! I will write AU’s primarily tho)

Dungeon Meshi

Predator Badlands (I saw the movie and I loved it)

Haunted Hotel (I was fucking crying at the season finale, my little found family… My babies)

Crossovers! (Not a fandom but like I would not mind doing little crossovers)

Others to be determined

Any other fandoms are iffy not because I don’t like them but because I don’t know the characters and etc. So ask first!

Freak. i fucking know he is.

Bushy eyebrows

Hair is mostly white but with some black dusting it

Has neck wrinkles, crow’s feet, frown and smile wrinkles, eye wrinkles, all of them

Just finished studying to become a proper trauma doctor :) he getting that education

Has this large scar on his shoulder from a bomb

Also has a lot of scars, more similar to Bruce’s than anything

Has a hawk nose but isn’t very prominent

Irish and Scottish decent but born in Britain :(

Speaks Scots but is kinda rusty, French and Russian

Autistic prime

Special interest in rifles and throwing knives (keeps throwing knives on his person usually)

Had some fucking INSANE stories that no one would fucking guess

Has an amazing singing voice

Taught Bruce how to dance

“The ability to remain sober and gracious is, indeed, a kind of mild insanity”

PTSD and anxiety I think but otherwise is very stable

Bisexual

Used to be a man whore mansplain manipulate manwhore manslaughter

Has done drag before and he looked damn fucking good in it to

He had to get all that wisdom somehow, and I decided that it was all from mistakes and not innate wisdom

Max Tennyson levels of GILF

I know that he had a thing for/with Bruce’s parents, yes, both of them

Taught Bruce everything he learned in his British Special Ops days

Loves Bruce so fucking much, that’s his baby, his soft hearted son

He tried to be tough love with Bruce but it would always end up either him scolding/lecturing Bruce while cutting him up some fruit as a treat

Gentle parented before gentle parenting was invented

Went to culinary school for a bit, just for fun

Had gotten with Lucius very briefly

Had the same body type as Tim just more muscular (in his prime)

Has a kinda strained relationship with Julia (daughter) they send each other letters and he visits her every vacation he he gets

Mother hen, obviously

5’10ft

Voice headcanon! I can see Graham McTavish as his role of Dracula from Castlevania maybe Alastair Duncan who actually did voice Alfred in Justice League Cosmic Chaos but I rather like his voice as Mimir from God of War, Ian Richardson with his regular voice or Ian McDiarmand with his regular voice

More detailed version of Bruce (I changed the scar on the mouth because I forgot which side it was)

He has those weird straight and thick eyebrows that I love

His eyes are usually half lidded, he has to consciously keep them open as Brucie, although now it feels more like a instinct

His eyes are like close set and down turned

Strong roman nose

Pronounced adam’s apple

There are scars on his face but he plays them off as ‘party accidents’

Had pierced ears, now healed though

His stubble grows back very quickly and has to maintain it daily

His hair is usually slicked back but at times where he isn’t like in the public he leaves it alone and it kinda looks like fluffy and a bit longer than you’d think

Hit bottom lashes are a bit more prominent

He has hair all over, and it’s thick and dark

He waxes

He has crow’s feet, frown lines, tear troughs and smile lines he’s a bit self conscious about it

I think he’s like a whole crockpot of things, Italian, Greek, Irish, Scottish some Native American roots too? Like Lenape or Mohecan

Knows a lot of languages, like Italian, Spanish, Russian, Mandarin and Cantonese, Japanese, Arabic, Scots (learned from Alfred), Hindi, French, Portugese and is learning Pawnee

Has like a whole cabinet of beauty supplies that he uses, and it’s all fucking high class stuff that no one even knows the name of

He is obviously on the spectrum, and he has a routine, meticulously plans every minute of every day and absolutely hates when it is disrupted

In reality he would love shit like Charlie XCX and Chappell Roan but he is too busy and does not know what they are unless his kids are into it

Studies the latest news on forensic science and engineering because those are his hobbies/intrests

Awful and batshit (hehe) horrible at video games, if he is on your team you two are losing pathetically

Will then also study the game so he can get all the techniques down nerd

Was actually like not a bad student but not exactly a good one either, like he excelled in math and science but was awful in english and specifically american history. I think he would’ve hated it but like learned it against his will

I also think he was quiet at school and didn’t have a lot of friends except for Havey Dent and Ethan Bennett

Like only in the second half of high school did he get popular which is also when he made the Brucie persona up was also the year that he got hot

Warning! I don’t think he would’ve fucked Talia, mostly because that’s dumb, I think Talia took advantage of him or tricked him either way it was messed up to do

Undiagnosed (of the mental illness variety) namely depression, anxiety, OCD, insomnia, autism as said so before, schizophrenia and PTSD

Pansexual and is Aroace, like I think he’s fine with sex, but he likes the feeling of closeness more than anything. I also think he needs to know someone before like really thinking about someone romantically

Unmedicated, refuses to take medication old man behaviour

Has icy blue eyes and they’re so fucking bright, like light reflected off ice bright

Feels like he’d be a Warhammer fan, not sure why but like something about him says that. He also likes Go and Shoji but chess is nice too

Horrible at cooking, his food just tastes horrible, it’s very nutritious but you’re absolutely going to throw up

His favourite food, is not anything fancy, well okay it is a bit fancy but it’s Alfred’s pancakes with chocolate and peanut butter chips and home made whipcream on top

Obviously Clark Kent (Superman) and Diana Prince (Wonder Woman) are his best friends but another is John Jones (Martian Manhunter) they both miss social cues, he doesn’t have to talk to communicate, he can literally understand his feelings (if Bruce allows it he has enough control that John can’t just go willy nilly in there) he’s both wary of him but also trusts him a lot

Add Oliver Queen too (Best friend to lovers to best friends pipeline)

6’6ft

I think his voice would be like Josh Groban in the song Remember, maybe Brian Stokes Mitchell from his role as the elktaur in Centaurworld, even Bill Lee from The Sound of Music or like Thomas Borchert from The Count of Monte Cristo musical or Luke Holt who plays Zeus in EPIC the musical

Can you tell I like him lots

Had locs (brotherlocs to be specific or maybe like marley twists) and they stopped like at the clavicle until he became Batwing

Cried when he had to do that

Now has a more natural look

Wide nose

Has baby blue or like pastel blue eyes, comforting and soft

The eyes themselves are almond shaped and a bit upturned

Very pretty full lips, very kissable

Ears pierced :)) usually wears studs but sometimes wears huggie loops or like occasional a dangly earring

Usually has a some stubble but always well trimmed

He has Congolese, Nigerian, Belgian and Black ancestry

Speaks French, Kiluba and is studying Spanish

Has special durags with bats on it to wear under his helmet (of his bat suit)

Very particular with his skin care

Grew up in Gotham but visited family in Congo every year

His right knee is a bit weaker that the left from an injury from his tour in Afghanistan

Was part of the Marine Corps

Doesn’t have that many scars compared to everyone else

Likes rap like Tyler the Creator and Kendrick, but he also likes Jhariah, Shayfer James, The Isley Brothers, GIMS and Infinity Song

Used to play the drums

Absolutely fucking loves Mexican and Congolese food think of the spider man meme where he’s stuffing his face that’s him

Can’t handle a lot of spice though :( he wishes he could but it makes his tummy hurt

Lactose intolerant, it doesn’t change much, he doesn’t really care either way he’s not going to stop eating cheese or ice cream

PTSD and some anger issues but other than that he’s pretty self actualised

Straight :((

His parents divorced when young, also has two sisters Tam (Older) and Tiffany (Younger)

Middle child :(

His family is actually pretty cool, and he had a good childhood

Also a pretty good cook, a bit better than Jason but don’t say that

6’5ft

Gabe Kunda as his role King the Wildfire from One Piece, Maître Gims also known as GIMS and Okieriete Onaodowan from his role as James Madison and Hercules Mulligan from Hamilton the musical like James’s voice but Hercules’s energy

Monkey see monkey do, copies Bruce a lot but don’t say that to his face or he’ll give you the silent treatment cause that shit’s embarrassing

Latin American vibe from him, Brazilian or maybe like Guatemalan? Also Native American descent, Mayan and maybe Pawnee?

Speaks Portuguese, Spanish

Used to speak Pawnee but hasn’t in a long time and is forgetting it so has taken to writing notes in it, tries to share it with the batfam and they learn for him (Bruce, Damien and Alfred in particular, Jason only learned the curse words)

He’s got dimples that people go crazy for

Thick and roundish eyebrows

Round eyes that are downturned

Fluffy hair

Wide nose and has a slight bump on his nose bridge

Very sassy

He is absolutely the sweetest person here but he gets VERY cranky when he doesn’t get his usual amount of sleep

Has a VERY strict sleep routine: medication, have a little treat ie. ice cream, brownie, cookie or whatever he’s got, shower, do his skin care routine

Takes anxiety medication I don’t know which but he takes it he told me pops them pills like its candy

Has ADHD and takes meds for that too

Also has PTSD from trauma

He’s straight unfortunately

Pretends to be okay at his job as a police officer but he is secretly cringing inside every time he’s in that building

Had a LOT of ear piercings and a former nose ring and a septum piercing and one below the waist

He is so fucking cringe and he is proud of it, he will purposefully use the word/term wrong just to see his siblings cringe so hard they fall to their knees. Just for fun

Introduced Damian to telenovelas

Doesn’t have many scars on his face surprisingly, he makes sure that every injury on his face doesn’t leave a scar

Loves everyone so much, acts like a mother hen

Hypoglycemic. No reason I just think he’d have it

Keeps snacks in his little escrima sticks for his condition and for friends and family like Bruce

Pretty dark blue eyes, comforting and not at all like Bruce’s shining beams

Warning! Was sexually assaulted twice

Hyper-sexual and has commitment issues, is working on it in therapy with Black Canary (Dinah Lance)

Okay at cooking, it’s a bit bland but at least it won’t kill you

6’2ft

His voice is either Luke Brady’s from his role of Moses in the The Prince of Egypt musical or Jorge Rivera-Herrans from his role Odysseus from EPIC the musical maybe, or the guy who fucking sings at first like at the good part of the song in this Becoming Insane from Infected Mushrooms (Can’t find the guy :(()

Sorry for the math in the corner

Baby

His face and body are scarred over, his left side to be specific, from his head to his torso forgot to depict it on his neck

There are surgery scars all over his body, like the Y one on his torso but there are also incisions on his arms and legs

His nose bridge is a bit crooked and goes towards the left and flat, his nose itself is wide

His hair is actually very fluffy and pretty wavy but he keeps it short so it’s hard to see/notice

The J on his cheek was burned off in the explosion

In reality he looks super tough and intimidating and is like 6’4 but is very much a cuddle bug

Irish Italian. I know he is. I fucking know it.

Speaks Spanish and learned Italian (From Bruce not his shit parents)

Obviously likes slipknot and Metallica but he fucking LOVES Sabrina Carpenter, Doja Cat, Doechii and BLACKPINK

But since the revival and all that he’s had a tough time lowering his defences enough for a snuggle

Is also usually cranky because of that

Favours his left side more after the revival

The nerves are slightly damaged on the left side in the explosion so he doesn’t feel as much on his right so he has to take care of himself more

A bit more prone to overheating (Cause of the scarring)

Moisturises and makes sure to take care of his scars

His eyes turned like a deep green but kinda glows when he’s really angry or excited like when feeling extreme emotions

Obviously has PTSD but other than that he’s actually pretty stable

Bisexual and asexual

Self medicates with weed

Roy (Arsenal) is his best friend hands down but Koriand’r (Starfire) and Artemis (Artemis) are his fucking GIRLS and they love each other (platonically)

Cat behaviour if you have a cat you should understand

Second best cook in the house, after Alfred of course

6’4ft

His voice feels like it would be Danny Rose from Hollywood Undead, Ryan Seaman from I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME, Jason Aalon Butler from FEVER 333 or Will Branner from his role as Max Jägerman in Nerdy Prudes Must Die the musical

Eldritch blast is this drink that’s made and it’s so fucking disgusting it’s lemonade, coffee and some energy drink but I think Tim would knock that shit back like Brucie would with shots

Nerd, DnD, Warhammer, CoC, VtM he absolutely eats that shit UP

Has no care for his body, all he does is spalsh some water on his face and use 12 in 1 he is a monster

And yet his skin is dewey and effortlessly youthful except for the stray pimple that comes up

Bags under his eyes, bags on bags on bags

As above, uses make up to make his bags and frown wrinkles less noticeable

Large nose like Dick’s but nostrils are a bit more pronounced and no nose bump

White. Whiter than white bread, slathers SPF 50 on his body like butter on bread

But all jokes aside, he had english roots but is not entirely that, he’s also part Australian like 20%

Speaks all the languages Bruce speaks except for Scots

Listens to Vocaloid creators like Creep-P, Vane Lily, Ghost and Pals, Riproducer and Kikuo

His music taste is like all over the place really

Takes meds for hallucinations and anxiety on top of the stuff he has to take for missing a spleen

Thought he was Bi and then turns out to be gay

Has tried DJing before. I don’t know why, he just gives that vibe off and I think it’s hilarious

Also likes Go and Shoji, but he is also interested in 5D chess with multiverse time-travel he introduced it to Bruce and he won’t stop fucking playing it whenever he has free time

He actually has a terrible memory because of trauma and stuff, so he has a notebook on hand to write details in (Documents EVERYTHING)

Loves analog horror games and indie games but goes feral for rhythm games

He had gone to at least 3 Hatsune Miku concerts

Theatre kid but never had the time to like really get into it rip he would’ve been one of those annoying but fun ones

Used to be really into practical effects and special effects

He doesn’t have an expansive collection of make up like Bruce (obviously) he only uses foundation

Warning! Sexually harassed because his parents allowed it, and other times it happened because they were negligent during parties

Goes to therapy with Black Canary as his therapist

Warning! Used to cope with scratching at his skin till it bled, or scrubbing at his skin till it was red but does not do that anymore with the help of therapy and CBT (Cognitive Behavioural Therapy not the others)

Worst cook of the family can barely make cup ramen without burning down the kitchen

5’9ft still growing

His voice might be like Savant from the song Rise Up, or Jon Matteson from his role as Richie Lipschitz in Nerdy Prudes Must Die, Steven Dookie who plays Polites in EPIC the musical Baekhyun from EXO

Baby!

Evil… Bastard…

Doesn’t have baby fat, not because he was mistreated but he has a very fast metabolism and also exercises/trains a lot

Doesn’t exactly have a roman nose, it’s more upturned at the end with a small almost unnoticeable nose bridge

His eyes are more up turned up and rounder than Bruce’s, and they’re monolidded they’re also like a deep green

They have the same annoyed/disappointed look though

He has the same smirk as Bruce

Is a bit small for his age, gets teased about it by his brothers about it

He’ll grow up to look pretty similar to Bruce but

On top of all that Bruce has, he’s also Arab,(Duh) but I kinda wanted to be a bit more specific. I feel like he’d be Egyptian with Palestinian, Mongolian and Chinese ancestry

Learning all the languages Bruce speaks save for Arabic because that’s technically his mother tongue

Mini vacuum, eats almost anything in the fridge that is a vegetarian

His favourite veggies are eggplant, spinach and tomatoes

Undiagnosed autism, and has sensory issues, specifically with noises and like mouth feel stuff (Hates mushy carrots but is frine with mushy eggplant, or when something crunchy is in something that is supposed to be totally soft he’ll panic and spit it out)

Likes old sitcoms like I Love Lucy, The Andy Griffith Show and I Dream of Jeanie as well as old Egyptian shows like Amina and Aisha because that’s all they had at the League of Assassins Base as well

Has advanced to telenovelas cause of Dick, think of Shadow in the recent Sonic movie in that scene

Wants to cook, but is not that good at it, tends to over season and burn things, however is getting better with the help of Alfred and Jason

Has a secret Anime obsession, his favourites are Card Captor Sakura and Madoka Magica

His favourite tofus are silken tofu, seaseme tofu and agetofu

Has a heavy arabic accent in english and some of the other languages he’s learning but in other languages it’s not that heavy

Right now is 5 ft but grows to 6’7 and a 1/2 lol

But anyways Elijah Runcorn who plays young Zuko or Zach Tyler Eisen who plays Aang both from Avatar the Last Airbender and I was hoping to like do actual kids but I also like Michiru Yamazaki as Kota Izumi in MHA also Jabob Tremblay who actually plays Damien in Harley Quinn the show

But like aged up? Maybe late teens early twenties I would choose Nazeeh Tarsha who play Alhaitham and Ben Balmaced who plays Kaveh in Genshin Impact in Genshin Impact, or Khaled Nabawy with his regular voice.

You groan as you wake up, last night you were finishing up a commission, put up some limited edition valentines day merch, and had a little sale for regular merch. Like the little plush of your persona and enamel pins with your fave ships. So you’re pretty damn tired. You get out of bed and check your computer and see that there were a lot of sales. Which is both good and bad, good because well, money and bad because you’re gonna have to package and deliver every single order. Since you’re an independent business. You then get dressed, you assume that everyone’s out and about because it’s valentines day so you put on your favourite (fave anime) sweatshirt which kinda looks cringe but who cares, you love it. And sweatpants that had your logo on the side of your upper thigh. You then leave your room, put on your shoes and head to the kitchen.

You’re in the middle of rummaging around the kitchen you hear a little chuckle from behind you. You turn around slowly to see Roy, stifling a laugh at your getup and at what you’re doing. You roll your eyes and say. “Hey Roy, do me a favour and get out of the manor and then maybe go drown and Gotham Harbour for me?”

He smiles and approaches you. He puts his hands on your hips and presses his body against yours and purrs in your ear. “Yeah? And what do I get in return?”

Your face flushes and you start to feel hot, you chuckle nervously before trying to shake him off. You then grab the cookies and peanut butter and hurriedly move away from him. You put down your cookies and peanut butter then turn around and lean against the counter with your hands folded against your chest. “What is wrong with you, perv.”

He laughs and he cages you in as he replies. “You know you love me baby.”

You feel flushed again as he says that, but before you can say shit, you hear a coughing noise from the entrance of the kitchen. You and Roy look to see Clark there, standing there awkwardly with an even more awkward smile. You’re being cockblocked by Superman. The man is practically your uncle and he just saw two people who he has watched grow up, practically feel each other up.

You push Roy away from you and lets out a small ‘oof’ as he now stands apart from you. You’re cringing so bad, this feels so uncomfortable good god. Clark nods and starts to robotically go to the fridge and grab the orange juice from the fridge and hurriedly walks out of the kitchen, but he pauses. He then says with a little awkward smile. “Try not to… You know.. in the kitchen.” Then leaves.

Roy bursts out laughing while you bury your face in your hands in shame. You smack Roy’s shoulder and hiss. “IT’S NOT FUNNY! STOP LAUGHING.” Which only makes him laugh harder. You then go and grab the peanut butter and put some on a plate so you can warm it up in the microwave and dip the cookies in. Roy gets you the plate and watched you with a little smirk on his face as he leans his arms against the counter.

Then you hear Wally and Bart come in as they talked at super speed, you groan and say. “What the hell is going on today, why are you all here? I just wanted a fucking snack.”

Bart looks at you and smiles and says. “We wanted some snacks too, like you guys had the home made ones but right now I could really go for something unhealthy. Like those chips I know you hide in your little nest.”

Your eyes widen and you growl. “Bart Allen you better no have-“

You see him zoom back and forth with your (favourite chips) in hand popping one into his mouth. Then with a smug smile he says. “Just did. Thanks for the donation!”

You glare at him but then see Jon come in and ask. “Hey, why is everyone in here? We’re about to start the movie and stuff. Oh, hi y/n! How are you?”

He says as he flies into your chest to hug you. You kiss the top of his head and squish his cheeks before saying. “Hey Jon. How are ya cutie?”

His freckled cheeks turn pink and then starts to talk your ear off about everything that’s been going on but gets cut off by Roy grabbing the back of his shirt to get him off you, just how a cat would grab their kitten by the scruff. You chuckle at that as you go and grab your plate from the microwave and come back to the counter to eat your cookie dipped in the melted peanut butter. You then see Dick and Kori come in which makes you groan. Kori sees you and flies over to hug you and kiss your cheek before saying. “Oh! Y/n it is wonderful to see you! You have bags under your eyes! Why? Have you been staying up late at night again? That is not good-“

You smile at her a bit before saying. “Thanks Kori, but there’s no need to-“

Dick interrupts you as he goes over to cup your cheeks saying. “She’s right, you’re looking terrible! You need some rest, how about you-“

You remove Dick’s hands off you, trying not to growl at him as you say. “Hands off the face Dick. And thanks, that’s great to hear. Just instills so much confidence inside me.”

Dick tries to talk again but you interrupt as you grab your things. You politely try to excuse yourself. “I think I’m gonna go back to my room now I have a lot of things to do and-“

Dick then says. “Great! We can hang out in your room then-“

You try to immediately say no but Roy smirks and nonchalantly suggests. “Yeah we can help you with the stuff. You put out some new-“

You interject and borderline shout. “NO! I-I mean no. Just, I um. Oh, I don’t feel so good and I need time and space to get better-“

Dick’s smile widens at that however, Roy beats him to the chase and suggests. “How about I take care of you? I’m bot sure if I can compare to Alfred but I can make a mean soup.”

Dick shoots a glare at Roy before turning to you and smiling as he says. “Come on, y/n, would you really rather some guy take care of you instead or your reliable older brother-“

You immediately answer with. “Roy, I feel so cold. Can you take me to my bed please. I’m so weak and dainty right now, I need a big strong man to carry me back.”

Roy laughs at that and replies with. “If the prince desires it, what am I to do?”

He then goes to picks you up, you panic and try to go back but it’s too late. He’s princess carrying you. Everyone now just looks at you, who is taller than Roy, being carried by a Roy, and being held as if you were some dainty princess makes everyone except Dick laugh. You blush at both the humiliation and how Roy’s muscles feel against your body. Roy then fake drops you which makes you panic and wrap your arms around his neck which makes some of the people coo at you. You glare at everyone and just whisper to Roy. “This is your fault.”

He whispers back with. “So? You’re the only one embarrassed, I love having you in my arms, baby.”

Dick then laughs, a harsh one that you obviously know he doesn’t mean. He then approaches you two and helps you up out of Roy’s arms and then stands in front of you as if to block you from Roy as he says. “No, I’ll take care of him. I mean I am his older brother.”

Roy retaliates with. “I insist, you’re already hosting and stuff, you deserve to enjoy the party.”

Dick is about to say something before Wally interrupts and says. “Guys the movie is starting, come on. Just do rock paper scissors.”

Both Roy and Dick immediately start to play and at the end, Roy wins. Dick with a pout on his face goes back and so does everyone else. You and Roy go to your room and you flop onto the bed before groaning. “Ugh. I think I got a headache from that.”

Roy chuckles and takes off his hoodie to reveal is muscular body in a thin tank top. You feel your body going hot and you then tear your eyes off of him and bury your face into your pillow. You then hear him coming over to your bed, which makes your heart thump but you then feel a stinging pain on your ass, as Roy slaps it as hard as he can. You then look at him with wide eyes and he says nothing but. “What? I wanted to see it jiggle.”

You then drag him into your bed as you tickle his sides. He laughs as he tells you to stop. As you wrestle and tumble, you eventually pin his arms down with a wide smile. The two of you then realise the position the two of you are in. He smirks at you but as he’s about to say say something, someone slams your door open. You turn to see Damian standing there. His eyes practically popping out of his head, a few long seconds pass before Damian yells. “Get your hands off of him!”

A moment of silence passes before Roy, the smart ass he is says. “Actually he has his hands on me-“

Damian then grumbles and takes off his shoes before entering your room and running to the both of you. The little ankle biter proceeds to try and beat the shit out of Roy as you block every attempt you then pick him up by the armpits, just like how the monkey from the lion king does it. As he flails around he growls. “Unhand me! I must put Harper in his place!”

Roy chuckles at that and instead of just getting off your bed he makes himself even comfier. That slightly annoys you so you put Damien down before saying. “Get him out of my room and I’ll go to that art museum thing you wanted to go to.”

Damien smirks at that while Roy looks at you with betrayal in his eyes. You then watch as Damien chases out Roy, they made a mess of your bedroom but your bed was safe so, still worth it. You yawn when you see Damien come in with that (anime chara that reminds you of Damien) shirt and shorts and Jon coming in with more comfortable clothing that seemed a bit small on him. Jon then asks. “We wanna cuddle.”

Damien smacks Jon’s arm and then clears his throat before saying. “We wish to… Share warmth. It should be apart of your nature.”

You know what Damian means but the way he said it made you uncomfortable. You then nod as you motion for them to come in. They both take off their shoes and Jon zooms over to get into your bed. Damien walks over as normal as he can but you can tell he’s excited. You chuckle and hold them close to your chest as you all snuggle up. The three of you stay like that for hours, just talking and scrolling through your phones while being warm and toasty.

Until there’s a knock on the door, you see Clark poke his head in as he says. “We’re doing team games down at the family room, we’re playing mario party.”

Both of the boys perk up and they leave you to go play. You the sigh and relax, finally alone again. You scroll on your phone until you hear a knocking outside the window. You groan and open the window to see Conner floating outside your window. He smiles and says. “Can I come in?”

You smile as you roll your eyes at him. You let him in and he puts his shoes on the shoe rack before landing on the bean bag chair with a small ‘oof’. You chuckle as you lie next to him. As you lie down on your back, he curls up against you as he mumbles. “You’re always so warm.”

You chuckle and pull him onto you, like he was some weighted blanket. His face flushes and he smiles widely before pressing kisses onto your face which you laugh at. He stops and then looks into your eyes, he then pushes himself up and then nuzzles your neck. He goes back to pressing gentle kisses on the column of your throat. You let out a little groan before pushing him off and then biting all over the base of his neck. You then hear a knock on the door, you grumble against Conner’s neck and press another kiss to the then move around to go get the door.

You open it to see Roy at the door. He’s about to say something but Conner pops out from behind you and Roy sees the marks on his neck. He stays quiet before he smirks and asks. “You got room for one more?”

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There’s no other way to say it, Jason’s been following you around both in and out the manor. But considering you’re a homebody who does nothing but go to school, read and write fanfics, draw commissions and whatnot, it was pretty damn easy to just follow you around. At first you found it unsettling, even you, a daddy’s girl didn’t hang around your daddy that much. But he grew on you, like how ivy grows along the side of a building. You guys get to talking and you two realise that you lived close to each other before you were taken in by Bruce. Which is both a pleasant and sad surprise. You love Jason, he was your family just like Luke.

You don’t know what’s going on with Dick per se, but you heard through the grapevine that he’s studying to be a cop in Bludhaven. He comes back home sometimes, well more rarely than anything but whatever. It’s not like it’s your problem. The two of you still have nothing in common, and he still finds your doujinshi and your obsession with anime a bit… Weird but he doesn’t say anything anymore. And considering that the two of you are older now, you don’t out right avoid or fight each other anymore. Mostly because he’d kick your ass.

Bruce is… Different. Not in a bad way but, he feels more unsure? Whatever Dick and Bruce fought about, you could tell that Bruce was still grumpy about it. I mean who could blame him? Dick was his favourite, his golden child, the one he wanted, the one he chose. You try not to think about it, because it hurts. And then it hurts more as you start to spiral and if it gets too bad you start feeling sick. But it’s fine. You’re fine. This is fine. Bruce is getting closer to Jason, it kinda makes your heart clench as you see their relationship progress. Jason tried to invite you to spend time with them but you knew Bruce would be uncomfortable, and you’d probably be throwing up less than a minute in from anxiety.

However you started thinking about being trans masc, at least that’s what you remember it being called. ‘Cause Robin was probably right. She has a knack for sensing these kinds of things. She helps you look into where to get HRT and how the process works. However the problem was getting permission from Alfred and Bruce to get the treatment. You don’t necessarily think it’d be a big deal but Alfred was old. He doesn’t seem like the type of man to be transphobic but, you never know. But Bruce? You weren’t too sure about him. On one hand he’s a respectful and good man. On the other hand he is a man and a playboy, so honestly the odds didn’t look too good.

The first person you come out to is well, Robin. Obviously. Well I mean she already knew so was it really coming out? It’s more like she was waiting for you to come out of the see-through a glass closet. However the second person is by complete accident. You see, you were tutoring Eric in Algebra. You didn’t have a choice, you were volunteering as a tutor and you couldn’t just refuse a person without a good cause. You were explaining polynomials to him and he just suddenly throws his head back and groans. “Ugh, this is so fucking gay. What do we even fucking need this for.”

And you replied without thinking. You chuckle before saying. “Yeah just like me.”

The both of you freeze before he just slowly turns to you and asks. “Dude, you serious?”

You lean back against the chair’s backrest and sigh. “Yeah.”

He then waits a beat before saying. “So like, you like women? You like pussy?”

You almost choke on the laughter that just bubbled out which he just looks at you weirdly for. You catch your breath and try to clear up the confusion. “Sorry, I don’t know why but that was really funny to me. But uh, maybe? I’m not sure yet. But I mean that I’m a man that likes other men.”

You can see that Eric needed to connect the dots, and you know he’s got it when his eyebrows shot up and he lets out a little. “Oh.”

You nod and say. “Yeah, I found out like a year ago but didn’t have time to delve into it at the time.”

He then nods, letting out a small hum. He sits up straight before looking at you and just says. “I think I like guys too.”

Your neck slowly turns to him and you raise an eyebrow at that before sassily turning back to the textbook and replying with. “Ew, that’s so gay.”

He immediately turns to you with a flabbergasted look on his face. You try your best to keep your smile down but he can tell. He punches your shoulder playfully before saying. “Fuck off man, piece of shit gay boy.”

You answer back with. “Pot calling the kettle black.”

Eric rolls his eyes and the two of you chuckle before a calm silence fills the room again. After a few moments he gets serious and saying. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

You look at and you can clearly tell that he’s nervous about what you’re about to say. You let him stew in his anxiety a little longer before giving him an answer. “I won’t, I promise.”

He releases a breath that he kept down in his anxiousness. Eric then says. “Hey, if you ever want like help to make your body bigger or whatever, I can help. I mean I am on the football team and run defense!”

You smile at him in a way that looks like you’re playing around with him like a cat toying around with a mouse. “Yeah? You got any moves to show me?”

His eyes widen almost comically as he immediately turns red, the freckles on his face barely visible because of it. He then tries to laugh it off before saying. “Wow! I am beat! I think I’m gonna go now.”

You look at the time and you say in a confused tone of voice. “Eric we still have like more than hour of studying-“

But he’s already packing his things and rushing out the entrance of library. You sigh and start to pack your own things before you notice some blonde dude in a trench coat. You felt someone’s eyes on you before, and you kinda feel like it might be that guy. It’s pretty quiet in the library and despite there being more than enough seats, he sits right in front of you. He flashes you a charming smile and when you look at him, he reminds you so much of Daddy. He’s also got the scruffy stubble on his jaw and above his lips. He then says with a scouse accent. “Hello, my name’s John Constantin-“

You interrupt him and loudly say. “Sir, I am underage.”

A few heads turn and he sighs then chuckles before saying. “Cheeky little thing aren’t you.”

You shrug before starting to pack up. He then looks you up and down before asking. “Mind telling me about something kid?”

You groan and ask him. “What? What the hell do you want? Why are you, as the people from where you live would say, gegging in?”

He raises an eyebrow before he asks. “You know scouse?”

You reply with. “I looked it up and watched a couple videos on it late at night. Kinda stuck to my brain for some reason.”

He nods before saying. “Makes sense. Now tell me, you seen any owls lately?”

Your heart skips a beat but you’re able to maintain your cool as you finish packing up, you then reply with. “Not really, I mean owls are hard to find in gotham not many trees and all that.”

He eyes you up and down before saying. “Don’t lie kid, it won’t do you any good.”

You get up and glare at him before saying. “Go fuck yourself.”

He smirks before sarcastically calling out as you walk away. “We actually say ‘sod off’ but nice try!”

You rush out of the library and go home. What the hell was that, and how did he know about the owl in your dreams? You haven’t told anyone except Luke. Maybe you shouldn’t have just blown the guy off. You sigh as you think about it a bit more, but you’re tired from studying and just wanna have dinner and then go to bed. The dreams stop for a while after that, letting you sleep peacefully.

You start to do better in your classes for some reason, it’s definitely not the result of you now sleeping restfully and exercising with Eric. But after you start seeing the results, seeing the muscle on your arms and your back and whatnot, leaves you feeling amazing. It even gives you the confidence boost to come out to Luke who just says. “Yeah, I kinda guessed. Either that or you were some kinda freak.”

You pushed him playfully after he said that. He laughs and throws one arm around your shoulder and ruffles your hair. He sighs, as he goes back to lie down on the grass. The two of you are just hanging out on the grass as the two of you look at the stars. He then hums before saying. “You know, I can’t believe it’s been 10 years since we met. I still remember when you barely came to my waist, and now you’re just an inch above my shoulder! Absolutely insane.”

After he says that you sigh, you start to tear up as you say. “You know how I have trouble remembering stuff? I… I’m starting to forget my memories with my daddy. And I don’t want to forget. I try to write them down but, I can only remember general things. I can’t remember what was there, what we were doing-“

Luke interrupts you gently, and say in a low voice. “I know it’s scary. I had the same fears as you did when I started to realise that I couldn’t remember Monchi, my first dog. You want me to tell you about him?”

You close your eyes as you listen to him talk, he talks about how Monchi died when he was barely 6, and that he was a small pug that was also kinda fat. How the dog loved napping the most, and loved sleeping on Luke the best. How the dog loved those bacon treats you would always see on the commercials. You laugh and the two of you decide to keep a journal of your most precious memories.

One day you realise that you haven’t told Jason yet, and but figured that he probably wouldn’t know about any of that stuff so you put it off. However as you turn 16 you think that you should probably tell Alfred sooner than later. When you tell Alfred and he smiles gently as he says. “You are very brave for telling me. And I thank you for trusting me enough to tell me miss- no, master y/n. Excuse me but it will take some time before I ingrain this information into my memory.”

You nod and then continue as you say. “I was actually hoping that you could help me with something? I-I really want to get HRT, and I need Bruce’s consent to do that. I was really hoping you could maybe convince him? I just I’m scared of telling him myself.”

Alfred looks at you sadly before nodding and says. “How about we tell him now? He has an opening right now, and since he stayed home today, you can tell him face to face.”

You panic and reply with a stammer. “N-No that’s okay really I can wai-“

Alfred then starts to drag you towards the lion’s den and Jesus, this old man is strong, what the hell. He then knocks on the door, and you’re hoping, praying to god that Bruce says he’s busy. However you hear Bruce call out. “Come in!” When both you and Alfred enter, Bruce raises an eyebrow, he’s probably thinking ‘What did she do now?‘ Alfred then says to Bruce. “Master y/n had some news to tell you. Nothing bad, good news actually.”

You then blurt out a tad bit too loud. “I’m trans. A-And I like men. And I think I like girls?”

Alfred and Bruce stare at you in complete silence. Thankfully, Bruce interrupts the awkward silence with. “Congratulations. Is there.. Anything else?”

You take a deep breath and ask. “Can you sign the consent form for the HRT treatment?”

Bruce nods and then goes back to work. That was super anticlimactic. But at least you got permission! Over the next month you and Bruce fills out all the forms and you’re overjoyed! Everything is great you’re voice is getting deeper, you’re growing even taller, you started getting chest hair among… Other things. But overall this is great!

One day at school, you’re studying in the library in the little corner where nobody can see you when you overhear some people making fun of you. You don’t really care though, you’ve made your peace with how weird you are. However their topic then changes to Jason.

A boy says. “Have you seen that kid? He doesn’t deserve to be here, he’s alley trash! He should be back on the street with that slut of a mother he has.”

They giggles like it’s the funniest thing in the world, it grates on your ears. Another girl continues, saying. “Oh my god! Nick you can’t say that! But really, how is he getting good grades? Maybe his mom taught him a thing or two!”

You’re frozen in place, you can’t believe what you’re hearing. It feels vile, disgusting and you feel like tearing out the very throats that are assaulting your ears.

Another girl joins in and says. “We should get him to get kicked out of the school! Maybe we could make look like he’s harassing us or something? Oh! We could make it seem like he’s taking advantage of us!”

You get up. You’ve heard enough. As you walk to where the girls are, you feel red hot anger going through your veins. You get to where they are, and hearing their cruel suggestions laughter grates on your nerves. You walk right up to them, getting up close and personal before growling. “What the fuck did you say?”

The girls look at you as if you were a piece of gum on the sole of their shoe, the boy looks at you with a smirk as if to challenge you. The boy pushes you away and says. “Oh, look! It’s bloody mary, what are you doing here? Did you hear what we said? You’re lucky it isn’t you we’re targeting. At least half of you is worthy of being here.”

You glare at them before getting right up in the boy’s face again, you brush your hair back and stand up straighter and saying. “If you don’t fucking shut up, and mind your business. If I see any of you near my little brother, it’s on fucking sight. You understand me? I’ll fucking get teachers involved, the police, your parents, I’m dragging you all down.”

The guy scoffs and pushes you away before saying. “You and what army? Everyone in school knows that Bruce doesn’t care about yo-“

He doesn’t get to finish that sentence as you uppercut him. He stumbles a bit before he collapses onto the floor, unconscious. Then you look at the girls and hiss. “Either you stop whatever the fuck you’re planning, or I come back with more than just my fucking fists”

The girls look at each other and nod hesitantly. You leave them be as you go back to your little corner in the library. You then pack up your things and leave, way too angry to study. So you just go to the cafeteria, where you see Jason happily eating with his friends. You start to calm down and smile stupidly as you see him safe and happy, he notices you staring and mouthes the words. “Stop looking at me.” You chuckle as you turn away to scroll on your phone.

You were called to the principal’s after that, but there was no video evidence to prove that showed that you knocked out with whatever that guy’s name was. It’s not that it was edited out, it just messed up during the time you were there. Weird. But since there was no evidence saying otherwise you got suspended and this time it was put on record. Bruce was disappointed in you but to fair when wasn’t he? Jason heard what you did and spent the week you were just hanging out with you and giving you random hugs. Which didn’t really bother you, you liked the physical affection. And after so long of barely having any, it feels nice. You assume it’s the same for Jason. Not that his situation was the same as yours but you know.

You always try and let Jason come to you, like a cat. Cause sometimes he just gets really shy or standoffish about physical affection, probably trying to unconsciously defend himself or something. It’s a bit hard to restrain yourself though when he’s so cute, you even get cuteness aggression from just seeing him. And thank god for Alfred feeding this boy, because in less than a year he’s in the target weight for his size and age and now he’s got these cute chubby cheeks and you just love pinching them. He absolutely hates it though. And sometimes you have this urge to just… Sit on him though? It’s so weird. Like you wish you were a giant cat or something so you could lie on top of him so he’d be warm, toasty and safe under you.

Now you’re 17, and usually you don’t celebrate your birthday, but since Luke came back from his tour in Afghanistan, and Jason saying that it could be fun, led the two of you to baking your own cake in the kitchen. So with Alfred’s permission and under his watchful eye, you guys bake a cake. You brought out the ingredients you needed out from the pantry and fridge, Jason was in charge of mixing things together and Luke was making sure the oven was preheated and then started to make the (kind of frosting you like). You take out the cake molds and ask the two of them. “How many layers should we make and how big should we make it? And another question, what flavour of cake would you guys prefer?”

Luke shrugs and says. “I’m fine with anything. I ain’t picky.”

Jason thinks about it for a moment before saying. “Mango, or maybe we could make like an earl grey cake?”

You respond with. “We’re doing (favourite cake flavour).”

Luke rolls his eyes while he smiles, he looks to Jason and says. “Whenever I get a slice cake for him, he always chooses that flavour. I don’t even know why I bother to even ask at this point.”

Jason snickers at that while you huff and say. “It’s my favourite flavour. If you got a problem with it then take it up with management.”

Luke chuckles at that, and all of you continue to do the tasks you assigned each other. You guys laughed and joked around while making your cake. Then you guys put the cake mix in the oven, while it bakes the three of you go into the living room to play video games, you guys play (favourite game), and you let Jason play too. But he keeps making the wrong decisions so you and Luke end up backseat gaming and spoiling everything almost everything. While Jason is playing, Luke looks you up and down he notices something. “Shit, y/n. What has Alfred been feeding you? And where did you get all this muscle from? You look good, man.”

Your smile brightens up and you nod at him, saying. “Thanks, the HRT has been helping me build more muscle mass, I’m getting more hair too, but the mood swings are rough man. Like I switch from violently angry to violently…” You look at Jason and see that he’s still playing the game but decide to not say what you were thinking. “Excited.”

Luke makes grimaces and pushes your face away with one hand. “Gross. Did not need to know that.”

You chuckle and then you ask. “Is it normal to get butt hair?”

Luke shrugs and says. “I mean I guess, some of my friends back during my tour had ass hair. I accidentally caught a glimpse when I hit the showers a bit late from doing extra burpees the sergeant assigned for me.”

You nod and then ask him. “Was it because the sergeant was homophobic?”

Luke looks at you confused and says. “I’m not gay.”

Which makes you smile but you try to stifle it as you continue to talk. “Yeah you are, you’re so gay. You fuck dudes left and right.”

He groans and the replies with. “I am helping you with both your schoolwork and making your fucking cake, and you’re seriously gaslighting me into believing that I’m gay?”

You laugh at that and then school your face and with your best brooding face and Bruce voice, you say. “Fox. You are gay. You are-“ and then you do the gay limp wrist thing.

Luke busts out laughing at that, and then starts to cough as he says. “What the fuck.”

You smile back at him and then see Jason doing something that requires concentration you, then start to practically lay on top of him as you say. “Ugh, gravity is increasing on me Jason.”

He tries to push you off and he almost does because he’s actually pretty damn strong surprisingly. He starts to get annoyed and says. “No it isn’t!!”

You nonchalantly reply. “It is too, Jason. Same thing happened yesterday.”

He groans and growls. “NO!” After losing the concentration game. He lets out another groan before pushing you off and saying. “Get your fat ass off of me!”

You laugh as you get off of him but then before he can even move you pull him onto your lap and start hugging him tightly which makes him groan even louder before struggling to get you off. That made you laugh and you eventually pull away from him, he goes back to playing his game and you sit there and wonder as you look at both Luke trying to help Jason with the game. Do they even know how much they matter to you? Do they know you’d kill for them? That you’d get your hands bloody and bruised for them? Would they do the same for you, you ask yourself. Would they love you and protect you just as fiercely? You then turn back to the TV and decide to enjoy this little piece of heaven.

The three of you eventually get back into kitchen and ice and decorate the cake together. It’s a bit lopsided, but it’s yours. And that is what makes it perfect. You guys watch (fav comfort movie) while you guys eat the cake. You guys all sleep in your room that night, having a little sleepover together.

In the morning you see that Jason is gone, you yawn and get up to go find him. You see his bedroom light is open and for some reason, you have this gut feeling. It tells you to be quiet, to peek into Jason’s room. Your brows furrow and you decide to trust your gut. You gently move the door, and peer into Jason’s room. You see Jason is changing. Gross. But as you’re about to close the door you see scars and bruises littering his torso. You freeze and decide to keep watching, why the hell does he have those? You’re almost absolutely sure he’s not getting bullied. You’ve made sure of that. So where did those marks come from? It can’t be Bruce, he might not love you, but he definitely loves Jason. And he isn’t the person to do that, you know it. It can’t be Alfred, he’d rather chop his arm off than hurt any of us. So who?

You then barge in, making Jason jump. Before he can say anything, you march up to him and pointing at the large purple bruise on his ribs you growl out. “What happened? Why the hell are you this scratched up and hurt? I know it isn’t from school and it not from-“

He tries to placate you by looking up at you with apologetic eyes and gently saying. “Y/n-“

You glare at him and say. “Don’t you fucking,” You then mimic the way he said your name and then continue. “I asked you a question and you better tell me the damn truth. I can read you like a fucking book Jason Peter Todd, don’t fucking play with me.”

Jason looks at you in the eyes and then looks to the ground. He sighs and says. “I’m in an underground fighting ring.”

You raise an eyebrow and roll your eyes before snarkily saying. “Yeah? Why the fuck is there cuts and slash scars on your skin then.”

He replies scoffs and mockingly says. “There’s a reason it’s called underground, there’s no rules.”

Your eyes widen at his attitude and you glare at him as you continue. “Don’t take that tone with me, boy. I may not be your father or mother but I am still still an elder.”

Jason looks at you with an unimpressed look and says. “You are three years older than me you are NOT and elder.”

You respond with. “Who made you the elder expert.”

Jason crosses his arms before growling. “No one. You’re just so unqualified that it’s clear to everyone.”

You’re about to respond to him again when you realise he’s trying to distract you. You then take a breath to calm down before saying. “Okay. Whatever. That’s not important. I’m just. Tell me the truth Jason, please. I’m your older brother, if you can’t trust me, who can you trust? I love you, very much. I promise I won’t be mad. I just want to know.”

Jason looks into your eyes before he sighs. He looks around the room before he gestures for you to lean in close. You do so giving him your ear, he then whispers into your ear. “Go fuck yourself.”

You pull away and groan in indignation before growling. “Fine! Keep your secrets! But don’t come to me when you need help.”

You march out of his room and accidentally slam his door, unaware that you practically broke the door and the wall around it. Why the fuck wouldn’t he tell you? Especially if he’s getting hurt from it! You can help, you’d do whatever he needs. You stop in your tracks and you know, that if you walk away now, you’re giving him a chance to cover his tracks. You’re giving him a chance to shut you out from… Whatever he’s going through. You groan, being a good big brother is hard. You start walking back and gently knocking on his door. The door falls over and you let out a surprised little noise. You see he’s staring at you before he turns away and puts his chin in his hand.

You take a deep breath and go to sit next to him. You sigh and you hesitantly put your hand on his shoulder. “Jason. Just… Please? Please just tell me what’s going on? Are you being bullied or something? Are you really going to some underground fighting ring? If so I’m not letting you go, at least not alone. Jason you’re my little brother. You and Luke are the only family I have-“

Jason blurts out. “I’m Robin.”

You freeze. You look at him incredulously and ask. “What?”

Jason also looks surprised. He then looks away and then turns back to you. “I- That was a joke.”

You look closer at Jason and you absolutely know he was telling the truth just now. You stand up and start pacing around the room before you come to a realisation. “Bruce… Bruce is..?”

Jason looks away, and that tells you everything you need to know. Everything starts to click together. Bruce is fucking Batman. Fucking Bruce?! Oh my god that’s why Batman can get all those gadgets. It makes total sense! And that means Dick was… Oh my god Dick was the former Robin, holy shit. What the fuck. You look at Jason and you want yell, scream, punch, not because you’re angry at him, but because you’re livid at Bruce for allowing this. They’re just kids! Jason hugs you from behind, startling you from your thoughts and says. “You aren’t mad, are you?”

You turn to look at him and gently cup his cheeks before saying. “No. No, I could never be mad at you. It’s not your fault. But Bruce-“

He holds your hands and puts them down before saying. “Bruce is doing his best. He’s been helping us. You saw how angry and how he’d used to be so angry.”

You then argue with him. “He’s still angry!”

Jason rolls his eyes and continues. “And I’ve been learning to control myself. I just, please. I like doing this. I get to help people-“

You raise your voice, not at him, but because you’re trying to plead for him to see things your way. “You can help people in different ways! You can volunteer-“

He then shouts as he looks deep into your eyes. “You know that’s not enough! Look at us! Look at why we’re here. It’s because it’s never enough. Look at how they dismissed your dad’s murder so easily! They closed the case in less than a month! Something was clearly going on there!”

You turn away from him, putting one hand on your waist and using the other to pinch the bridge of your nose. Jason continues and says. “If that really worked, neither of us would’ve been adopted by Bruce-“

You try to walk away from him but he quickly blocks your path and grabs your wrist. “Y/n please, it’s for the good of-“

“But what about you? I know you think it’s good, but is it? You’re 13-“

He interrupts and says. “I’m turning 14-“

You sarcastically say. “Yeah because that makes a WORLD of difference, yeah, sorry I didn’t realise you could pay your taxes and shit Mr. 14 year old.”

Jason’s hold on your wrist tightens and he argues. “Whatever! Look this is my choice-“

You interrupt him this time. “Really? Because to me it looks like Bruce is being insane, carless and-“

Jason growls back. “You take that back y/n-“

“No! This is actually insane Jason, he is making you fight people like the fucking killer clown, that scarecrow dude with the fear gas-“

“It’s actually a toxin-“ He grumbles under his breath, but you hear it. All this back and forth is driving you up the wall. You finally snap and start yelling.

“WHO THE FUCK CARES JASON THE FACT IS THAT YOU SHOULD BE SAFE, YOU SHOULD BE HERE, HAVING FUN, BEING A KID, NOT HAVING THE WORLD OR PEOPLE’S LIVES ON YOUR-“

You then realise that he’s looking at you scared, his hands are even shaking. You remember what he said about his dad. How he used to yell and beat him when he got drunk. You know this. You promised him you’d never yell at him, that you’d always love and care for him. Listen to him. But right now you’re yelling. You’re yelling at your baby brother, it doesn’t matter what you’re saying, or whether you meant to or not. You still yelled at him. Guilt floods your systems and the anger in your chest has changes into a heavy weight in the pit of your stomach. You slowly reach for him as you gently call his name but he smacks your hand away and runs out the room. You feel awful, how could you do that to him? You were angry and frustrated but you know better. You’re his safe house, you’re supposed to protect him. You turn around and try to chase after him but you bump into Luke. Seeing your panicked state and wide eyes he looks at you worried and asks. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

You’re about to say exactly what happened but, it’s his secret. It’s not your place to tell. You’re angry, but you aren’t stupid. This isn’t a secret you can just tell, you might trust Luke but Jason doesn’t know him as well as you do. You sigh and just give him a general overview of what just happened. Luke looks at you sadly and says. “Maybe you should give him some time-“

In a panicked tone you trip over your words but manage to get out. “But I- I have to apologise, I need to- I need to fix this! Luke, I’m supposed to-“

He grabs your shoulders and says. “Calm down. I know you’re scared that this will drive a wedge between you two, and honestly it might. I’m not gonna lie, but I also know that you both love each other a lot. You two are like two peas in a pod, partners in crime, however you wanna say it. He knows you didn’t mean to hurt him, of course you should still apologise but… Yeah just. Give him some space. He’ll come around-“

You then pause and then weakly say. “And what if he doesn’t? What if he decides I’m-“

Luke rolls his eyes and then says. “And what if you explode tomorrow. Look, it’s going to be fine. I know it.”

So you wait. And wait. And wait. Two whole weeks passes of him avoiding you. You try to talk to him but he always leaves without a word. It hurts. The knowledge that you hurt him so badly that he won’t talk to you, makes your heart twist with frustration at yourself. You try your best to give him space, but as the days pass it gets harder and harder to stay put. Especially when you know what he’s doing at night.

You have a dream again, maybe because you’re stressed. But this feels worse. You wake up, lying down on the beach. You get up with a groan and see you’re at the same beach that your other dreams took place in. However this time you see foot prints all over the beach. Some of them bird like, some of them look like normal human foot prints. And some of them look… Unnatural. You stand there looking around before you hear a soft crying behind you. It has an owl mask, you kneel onto the floor and ask the kid. “Hey, what’s wrong-“

She mumbles something you don’t catch. You pause and try to ask her to repeat herself when she repeats what she says. You barely catch what she says so you ask again. She whispers. “It hurts.”

Before you can ask what hurts she repeats herself a bit louder. “It hurts.”

You start to see where this is going so you start to back off but bump into another child as you walk backwards. You recognise this one is a boy and at the same time they repeat the words ‘It hurts’. You try to back away from them but you only find two more children blocking your way. Every time you turn away, more of them appear. They’re all different, all shapes and sizes, the only common factor between these kids are the fact all of them seem to be under 15.

They keep repeating the phrase, and with every time they say it they grow louder. You try to cover your ears but it does nothing. They’re surrounding you now, they’re screaming, pleading for you to help them, to save them. You feel your pants being tugged and that’s when you see that more kids are coming up from the sand. But they’re not climbing up, no, they’re pulling you down. The sand beneath your feet start to loosen, making it that much easier for them to pull you down with them. You try to pry then off you but like a hydra every kid you pry off, three more take it’s place. You scream for them to let you go, but none of them listen. You start to see flashes of visions, of children and needles, of people in masks, of a dark ballroom and an altar on the other side of the room. The sand is up to your waist now, numerous small hand clawing at your skin, leaving trails of blood in their wake. Their hands start to reach your face, their hands covered in your blood as they clamour to drag you into sand, grabbing and scratching where they can reach. The sand is now right under your chin. You get your hand free to try to pry yourself out, but it doesn’t work. The last thing you see is an owl as your mouth and lungs start to fill with sand.

You wake up with a gasp and start coughing out sand, you run to your bathroom sink as you throw up more sand as well at last night’s dinner. You hear someone coming into your room, and in your panicked state you grab the soap dispenser. As the person tries to come in you swing at him, the person dodges and you let out an animalistic growl and follow the person. Your eyes are unfocused and you can barely see, it’s like you can see enough to move but not enough to recognise anything. You hear something, like someone’s talking, but it’s so muddled that it seems like distorted noise. You swing again and the person dodges again, but you catch them off guard as you throw it straight at their face which nearly hits the intruder’s, but instead it hits the wall behind him. You tackle the stranger but they use that force against you and throws you onto the ground. They pin you to the ground with great difficulty as you groan and growl like an animal, the intruder then jumps off you and makes a run to your bed. You follow and as you’re grabbing and lifting you’re the brown thing by a bigger thing over your head to smash into the intruder’s head, you hear your daddy’s voice.

You freeze and your eyes start to clear up, you can see again. You’re huffing and puffing, you the put your bedside table on the ground. You’re room is mostly okay, if not a bit messy because of the fighting. You look to your bed and see that Jason’s looking at you with wide eyes with your Oliver plushie in his hands. You start to piece together what happened and sigh before you stretch your body lightly. Jason then yells at you. “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?”

You groan and then say. “It just happens sometimes-“

Jason’s eyes widen further and he continues. “SOMETIMES!? You were acting like some backed up rabid animal! And that’s normal?!”

You turn around and massage your temples before saying. “Really? And you’re so much better, Mr. ‘Boy wonder’? Look if you came here to judge me-“

Jason makes you turn around and is about to yell again but stops himself. Instead he lets out a sigh and pulls you into a hug. You’re a bit surprised but you hug him back you two stand there for a moment in silence. The two of you let go and you take a step back from him, he gives you a melancholy look before calming himself down fully. He takes another moment to think and then says. “I get it. We both have secrets. I just… I don’t know. I’m sorry for avoiding you, and I’m sorry for running-“

You interrupt him, grabbing his hand and try to assure him. “Jason, no! You had every right to do that. I’m sorry I couldn’t control myself I just, recently it’s been harder to. I’m not saying it to excuse myself, I’m saying it to explain myself. And I was so frustrated, I… Jason I want you to be safe. And what you’re doing… I can’t protect you from that. That made me angry and scared, and the way you kept brushing off my concerns just left me feeling more worried and scared. I love you so much Jason. We may not be related by blood, but you matter to me more than anyone else. Well not anyone else, you’re a very close third to Luke.”

Jason chuckles at that, he then brushes his hair out of his face before saying. “Yeah, I get that, I’m sorry about that. It’s just I… I know. It’s dangerous. Of course it is. You don’t have to tell me that. But I have to, cause if it’s not me, who will? Who’s gonna protect the kids that are going through the stuff we went through?”

You look at into his eyes and that’s when you know, he’s not gonna quit this. No matter what you say. You cup his cheeks and tear up, your baby, your little brother. It brings you so much pride, so much pain and tremendous amount of grief to your heart knowing that every night you’re going to bed, he’s going out there to fight criminals and villains. People who don’t care that he’s just a kid. That’s when you let out a shaky sigh and let the tears run down. You kiss the edge of his hairline and really look at him. You look at his hooded eyes with beautiful brown irises, like the sweetest milk chocolate, his fluffy black hair which you run your left hand runs through, his full cheeks, the permanent little smirk on his face, which makes you smile. You chuckle wetly as you squish his cheeks as he chuckles back. You exhale shakily before saying. “It’s like I’m sending you off to war. Is there any chance I can make you change your mind?”

He chuckles at that and shakes his head as he looks back at you tearfully. You nod and softly say. “I thought so.”

You let go of him and you get a tissue to wipe your face. Once your face is dry you go back to him and say. “I’m not gonna stop you. I don’t think I’d be able to anyways.”

You both chuckle at the before you continue. “But I want to help. Whatever you or Bruce want me to do I’ll do. Well less Bruce, more you. I want to do my best to keep you safe. Just because you’re a vigilante doesn’t change that. And I want you to promise me,” You say as you put up your right hand with your pinkie out. “No more secrets. Please.”

He stares at your hand and then at you before asking. “Are you serious-“

“Just take the damn pinkie Jason.” You say with exasperatedly.

He rolls his eyes and then takes it with his own pinkie. You then say. “Promise me, promise me that if there’s anything and I mean anything that is potentially life threatening or changing you will tell me.”

He pauses, thinking about it for a moment before saying. “I pinkie promise to not keep secrets that could be potentially life changing or threatening from you.”

You nod, and before you release his pinkie you quickly add in. “Or else I get a free punch.”

“Hey! That’s not what we-“

“Well I guess you should tell the truth then to avoid getting punched then.” You say with a smirk.

He then rolls his eyes before you pull him into a hug and say. “I love you. So much. You’re my one and only brother-“

“What about Dic-“

You then interrupt him with. “He doesn’t count.”

Jason laughs at that and then says. “I love you too. Until I take my last breath.”

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