Luciel

── BRUCE WAYNE

── DICK GRAYSON

── JASON TODD

── TIM DRAKE

── DAMIAN WAYNE

── CONNER KENT

Now, everyone on the planet knew that Bruce Wayne was an attractive man; he had insane chemistry with nearly everyone he came across and managed to have his name and picture splashed across the front page of all newspapers due to his power and prestige. But what the papers neglected to inform its readers was that he was an absolute babe.

While Damian had inherited his emerald eyes, tan skin, and lean frame from his mother, he still bore an uncanny resemblance to his father with their raven hair, regal features, and the fullness of their mouths. He had been rather blessed in the genes department, much to your envy and elation.

The first time you met Mr. Wayne, was during the family dinner Damian brought you to after your fifth date. He had been absolutely charming and had your cheeks pink with schoolgirl shyness. It had been embarrassing.

Fortunately, you had gradually become used to his charisma after spending so much time with the family and it was easier to ignore the harmless crush you harbored towards him. Until now...

"Who's up for a round of sand volleyball?" Dick offered after having polished off his eighth slice of watermelon

"Only if I don't have to team up with you again," Jason grumbled, standing from his chair to stretch his limbs.

Damian had brought you along to his family vacation on their private island off the coast of Hawaii, feeding you all kinds of exotic foods, ravishing you in your private cabana, and relaxing with you on the beach where worries and stress held no power.

Currently, he was laying beside you, stretched out on his stomach on his beach towel, cheek resting on his forearm as he napped. You were sitting under an umbrella with a book open on your lap and a half-eaten plate of fruits beside you.

Tim had offered to grab the net and then came back, helping his two brothers to set it up as they all fought over who would pair up with who.

Mr. Wayne stood from his own chair and looked at you. "Would you like to join us? I'll make the boys promise to control their rough-housing."

You shook your head good-naturedly. "I should probably stay and watch over Damian so he doesn't burn."

Mr. Wayne chuckled, working his shirt off and-

Wowza!

You didn't know forty-year-old men could have abs like that!

A blush spread across your cheeks as he lathered sunscreen all over his toned torso and muscled arms, the display making you feel light-headed despite it's basic purpose.

You were so focused on keeping your thoughts PG that you didn't realize he had asked you another question until you saw the furrow in his brow and heard the distant call of your names.

You shook your head and smiled apologetically. "Sorry, I think I'm thirsty-" Your eyes winded at the unintended innuendo. "I-it's just so hot out here!" Oh brother. You were just digging yourself further into a hole.

Oblivious to your mental chastising, Mr. Wayne grabbed a water bottle from a cooler nearby and handed it to you. "Drink up some. Damian would have our heads if we let his little girlfriend get heat stroke."

And with that, he was off to join his other sons on the makeshift court.

You stared after him, oh so confused and guilty for having ogled at your boyfriend's dad. You were the worst person alive.

You attempted to busy yourself by massaging sunscreen into Damian's sun-warmed skin as he slumbered, not wanting him to burn. This was the only man you were supposed to ogle. And you did. Frequently.

While he was more slender than his father, Damian had what people liked to call 'sleeper build'. You couldn't tell so much when he wore clothing but as soon as it all came off, you could make out the distinct definition of his muscles. Even now you could see a whisper of his strength as he rolled his shoulder blades back as he started waking up.

He blinked his eyes open and smiled softly at you. "Beloved,"

You finished rubbing sunscreen into the nape of his neck and kiss his forehead. "How'd you sleep, Dami?"

He shrugged. "One can hardly sleep well with three obnoxious idiots nearby."

He referred to his brothers, obviously.

"They're all playing sand volleyball if you wanted to join them?"

"Not at all." He sat up and stretched his arms above his head, biceps bulging and causing you to bite your bottom lip. "How much water have you had?"

You held up your half-full bottle. "Your dad gave me one a few minutes ago. Said you would beat them all if they let me dry up."

He put a hand on your knee, thumb brushing the inside of your thigh. "I would."

You looked down at his skin on yours and found yourself wishing you were locked away in your cabana where he could take apart your bikini and kiss all of the skin that had been hidden from the sun and...

"That is disturbing," your boyfriend muttered under his breath, attention fixed on his family who were conferring with their prospective teammates as they started another round.

"What?"

"My father believes he still has the virility of a younger man. He shouldn't be taking his shirt off in front of my girlfriend." He shook his head in disgust.

You chuckled. "He's at the beach on vacation."

"Still." He looked at you and searched your features. "It doesn't unsettle you, does it? Seeing old men in a state of undress? I can make him-"

"No, no! He's fine." You were quick to say.

Maybe too quick.

Damian's eyes narrowed at your rejection and he slowly asked, "You're hiding something from me."

Yeah, the fact that you find his dad insanely attractive and can hardly look at the man without your face bursting into flames.

"I'm not." You lied.

"You are." His hand trailed up your thigh and the side of your stomach until he held your rib-cage. Your heart stuttered at his possessive touch. "Beloved...I could never be mad at you. You know this."

You shook your head adamantly. Perhaps he wouldn't be mad but most definitely grossed out. "It's nothing, Dami. Seriously. Do you want some fruit?"

Your attempt at throwing him off your trail was futile. Damian was nothing if not persistent. In fact, it was one of the most admirable traits about him.

"Talk to me." He urged and, for a man who disliked any form of public displays of affection, he pressed kisses to your neck. "Please, beloved."

Curse him. Your hands flew to his strong shoulders, unable to resist his intimate ministrations as he flicked his tongue at your sensitive pulse. "It's so silly, you'll think me foolish."

His hair tickled under your chin. "My girl is anything but foolish. She is the smartest, kindest, most beautiful-"

"I think your dad is a hottie."

He paused with his lips on your collarbone and you felt yourself stop breathing in fear of his reaction.

"Y-you know how people have crushes on their history teachers or firefighters?" you reasoned nervously. "It's like that! I don't think he's hotter than you, of course. No one could ever compare to you, believe me. But he is your father so that should compensate for something and-and you probably hate me and-"

Damian pressed his finger to your lips to shut you up and you swallowed. He took a moment to gather his thoughts before saying quietly, "You think Bruce is hot?"

You nod dumbly.

He shook his head in disappointment. "He's an old man. How would he inspire any sort of interest in a sensible girl such as you?"

Oh Damian, your sweet summer child. He was obviously ignorant to the sexual appeal his father held over nearly everyone. Hell, even men liked the billionaire. The past rumors of his 'affair' with Metropolis' Clark Kent could only attest to that.

You scrubbed a hand over your face. "Do you know how many men are that fit over the age of thirty?"

"No."

"That's because there are only like five in the entire world and your dad is one of them. Not to mention he could bewitch a cockroach with just one look."

He scoffed.

You pulled him to you and hugged him tightly. "You'll always be my number one though, baby. You know that, right?"

He grunted against your shoulder but didn't pull away, a good sign.

He let you shower his face with kisses then pulled back and sighed. "I should probably defeat them all, shouldn't I?"

You rolled your eyes in amusement. "If that would make you feel better, then go ahead."

He stood to his full height, casting a shadow over you and then headed off to his family where Tim had just spiked the ball onto the opposite side of the net. Damian spoke to them for a while, no doubt negotiating terms and inserting himself.

They all jeered and mocked him but came to an agreement and then a new match began. Surprise, surprise, with Damian choosing the team opposing Mr. Wayne.

You watched as Damian would shove in front Dick and Tim and, more than once, strike the ball off his father's head.

"Y/n!" Jason called, a hand held to his forehead to block the sun. "Tell Damian he needs to play nice!"

The volleyball smacked into his shoulder in response and you chuckled.

By Damian's fifth win, everyone cried off, complaining about needing to cool off in the water or getting hungry. Damian came back to you with a touch of a smug smile on his lips, a sure sign that he was proud of himself.

"You are such a jerk." You chastised.

"I do not share, beloved. Not even your attention." He put out a hand to you and you took it, letting his long fingers intertwine with yours.

"I never knew you could be so jealous," you replied dryly, letting him lead you away from his family and towards the cabanas.

"Will you two be joining us for dinner?" Mr. Wayne called behind you.

Damian's lip curled in annoyance. He was still brooding over your earlier declaration, it would seem. So you looked over your shoulder and smiled politely. "Not tonight, but thanks!"

You figured you would be spending the rest of the day tucked away in the bedroom with your boyfriend in order to...apologize.

"In my defense," you said once you were out of earshot, "most men his age have pot bellies and flabby skin and-"

You squealed as Damian hoisted you up over is shoulder, effectively shutting you up.

It was going to be a long night indeed.

--- He also uses it when he wants to be near you when you're sick.

"Get away, I'm gross right now." "Tt. I'm a doctor, my job is to be around sick people."

--- That being said, he does take it rather seriously when you get sick knowing that there's a higher chance of complications. He always tries to be very nonchalant on the outside but you can tell it gets to him :(

--- Already hates it when people don't cover their mouth probably when they sneeze or cough and will resort to violence if someone coughs in your direction.

--- Likes lazy days with you. Sitting together and reading or watching a movie or doing separate tasks in the same room. Existing together.

However, he is an energetic person, that's how he was raised, so you find ways to participate in his activities too.

--- If you can't really move about too much without regretting it later then maybe you'd take a walk to the park and sit down on one of the benches while he runs a few laps around the whole damn park.

You can just enjoy the birds and the fresh air and the sunshine, keeping time with a stop watch until he gets back and you hand him his water bottle and oggle him.

--- You know a business with shitty accessibility options hates to see him coming. You tell him it isn't realistic for every business in Gotham to have a ramp and he politely ignores you.

--- You're both very grateful for the fact that he never gets sick. The one time he did he quarantined himself at the manor and you were basically in a long distance relationship for a week 😭

--- After a particularly bad health scare a few years into the relationship, he told you about the Lazarus pit.

You were unsure if Jason was a paranoid freak or an incredibly intelligent yet scarred person. On your third date, he started muttering about self-defense tips. He was hot enough that you ignored it, waving him off. By the time you were together, he was adamant about you taking his advice. He taught you how to shoot a gun and helped you pick out your own handgun. Before you got your license, he bought you a taser and told you to keep it on you. You understood Gotham was a dangerous city, but he was a bit overprotective. 

 When you finally moved in together, Jason spent the first hour showing you where he would be hiding every weapon imaginable. You were starting to worry that he was obsessive. He kept a gun in the drawer under his sex toy drawer. It’s a bit sadistic. He made it clear that you would not touch these areas unless you thought you were in danger. How kind. Baseball bat next to the front door, knives in the bathroom, and his gun in the bedroom. You remembered he mentioned hiding something in one of his potted plants, but you couldn’t remember what it was. 

 You didn’t picture yourself ever actually having to rely on them, until today. 

 You locked the door behind yourself as you dropped your keys into the bowl. They clattered against something else. Jason had dropped his keys in the bowl; he must be home. You took your shoes off, hobbling off the last one. 

 “Jason!” You called, not bothering to look around as you went directly to the bedroom. You could hear the shower running on the other side of the apartment. He usually took showers after you got home, but it wasn’t far from unusual. You yanked your uniform off, tossing it into a pile on the floor. You yanked open one of the dresser drawers, unfolding a T-shirt. You heard the water in the bathroom shut off. You dug into the drawer for pants as you hung your head over the edge of the doorway. 

 “Jay?” You asked. You heard him drop a soap bottle in the bathroom. It clattered rather loudly before he cursed. You snorted as you stepped into the pants. You jumped into them as you walked into the living room. You readjusted the string, tying it into bunny ears. 

 “You won’t believe who I ran into getting coffee this morning!” You laughed, giddy to see Jason again. From morning to evening was far too long a wait. You trudged to the bathroom, glaring at the open window. You told him plenty of times how hypocritical it was to be so far up your ass about being safe just to leave the windows open. Jason always had something to say about him being the thing people should be scared of in the night. You always had something to say about him being a cringelord.    “I’ll give you three guesses.” You called as you pushed open the bathroom door. You were expecting your boyfriend leaned over the edge of the sink. Your stomach dropped when a stranger was standing in the middle of your bathroom with your robe wrapped around him. You let out a startled yelp. He was ripped to hell and back, with black curls dripping onto his forehead. He glanced up at you, his eyebrows furrowing. In his hand was your shampoo. He had striking blue eyes. 

 Ice pulsed through your bloodstreams, making your heart skip a beat. An unknown man was in your house. You quickly slammed the door, rushing back into the bedroom. You pulled open the bedside drawer, grumbling as you lifted Jason’s gun. Oh, of course, he got it especially made with red swirls on the sides. Why on earth did you ever entertain the idea of dating him? You saw a flash of his arms in your head and rolled your eyes at your own subconscious. Jason was totally getting torn to shreds by you when he got home. Of course, his dumbass left the window open, and the one time he's not at home, a stranger breaks in. 

 You stood in the bedroom doorway, pointing the gun ahead of you at the bathroom. The man slipped out of the room, still wrapped in your robe, holding your shampoo. He kept his eyes on the floor as he stepped out. 

 “Who are you?” You asked, your tone hard. Just like Jason told you. Take up space, hold your ground. The man looked up, letting out a scream at the sight of the gun in your hands. He flung his hands up towards his head. 

 “Jesus fucking Christ!” He yelled, taking a step away from you until he was pressed to the wall. 

 “Doesn’t sound like your name.” You mumbled. “Sounds rather familiar.” The man’s mouth dropped open. 

 “My name?” The man squeaked, pressing the back of his hands to the wall. “Just put the gun down.” He begged. You shook your head. 

 “You’re in my home. In my robe. In my bathroom. Using my shampoo. And you expect me to put my gun down?” It was a rhetorical question. You expected far too much of him to understand that, apparently. 

 “Well, I personally believe all guns are unsafe. I think murder, even if used on bad people, is wrong. I don’t think the death penalty is very-” 

 “Shut up.” You said. He didn’t seem to care what you told him. 

 “And I thought this robe was Jason’s. We must’ve popped into the wrong apartment-” The man grumbled, still keeping his hands by his face. You narrowed your eyes at him. 

 “Jason?” You repeated. This man knew your boyfriend? You’ve already met everyone Jason knows. You. Case closed. The man raised a brow at you. 

 “Yeah, Jason Todd. You’ve met?” He seemed just as shocked as you that Jason knew other people. 

 “We’ve fucked so yes, I’ve ran into him a couple of times.” You snarked, snarling at him. His eyebrows shot up before he frowned. 

 “He doesn’t keep me updated on his relationships. I never know if he’s dating or not. How long have you been together?” He asked. You were unsure if you should tell him. Would Jason? No. 

 “Who are you?” You repeated. The man started up, giggling at himself. 

 “Where are my manners? Hi, I’m Dick, I’m Jason’s older brother.” He moved to walk across the room, holding his hand out for a handshake. You pressed your finger into the safety, the click bringing his attention back to the gun in your hands. He startled away from you, sucking in a gasp. 

 “Fucking hell.” He grumbled,  stepping away from you again. He turned around as he walked further from you. You hummed disapprovingly. Jason had a conniption every time you were practicing and turned your back on him. Absolutely never turn your back on someone dangerous. 

 “Your name is not Dick.” You glared. He turned back around, facing you again. 

 “It is. Dick, short for Richard.” You scoffed. 

 “Richie didn’t stand out to you? You had to go by your personality?” You quipped. He held up a finger, smirking at you. 

 “You’re not awful at word play, you’d be fun in a fight.” He giggled. You pressed your brows together. 

 “Are you aware of how a gun works?” You asked, uncertain if this man was an alien from Mars. Gun pointed at his chest, and this is his best behavior?

 “Yes, pull the trigger, I’m dead,” Richard grumbled. You hummed. 

 “Then I suggest you put on your best behavior. You need to leave my home now.” You stated. Richard pointed at the window. 

 “Jason’s right out the window. I’ll get him. He’ll tell you, I’m his brother.” Richard pleaded. You shook your head. You kept your eyes on him. 

 “Jay doesn’t have a brother. You dick. Well-” You groaned. “What’s your real name?” You asked. Richard frowned at you. 

 “Dick and Jason has multiple brothers,” Richard grumbled. You huffed. 

 “How many does he have then, Balls?” You asked, keeping your eye on your aim. You shouldn’t be entertaining these delusions. Jason told you not to. He also said the best way to make a criminal talk was to aim a gun at them and wait. Richard gave you a sad look. 

 “My name is Dick, not balls-” 

 “Well, you want to be named after a penis, so I’ll oblige your wishes.” You mocked. Richard glared at you. 

 “Give me a second, I have to count.” Richard lifted his head to the ceiling, his eyes flicking back and forth. You stayed silent as he mumbled. 

 “There’s me, and Tim…” He dropped his head down, meeting your eyes again. “Four, including Duke. Unless we are counting Damien’s pets, then we’ll be here awhile.” Richard said. You glared at him. 

 “I think I’d know if my boyfriend was a son of five.” Richard’s eyebrows shot up again, his mouth curving into a wholesome grin. He cupped his hands to his heart, tilting his head to the side like you were a baby animal taking their first steps. 

 “Boyfriend? That is so sweet. I know you’re holding a gun at me, but it is really a pleasure to meet you.” Richard said, cooing at you. You narrowed your eyes, really wishing you had enough reason to shoot him. Your morals were weary, but at the very least, you thought this Balls guy had to do something a little more egregious than lie to your face and break into your home to deserve death. 

 “Do you ever shut up, Balls?” You taunted. Richard tilted his head back and forth. 

 “Not really, and my name is Dick. I’d appreciate-” 

 “It is not Dick.” You grumbled.    “It is Dick.” Richard glared. You huffed. '

 “Why on earth would anyone name their son Dick?” You asked, feeling like Richard might be edging up close to you finally pulling the trigger. Richard broke into a wild grin like you just fell into his trap. 

 “‘Cause everyone loves dick.” Richard cheesed. You smirked. 

 “I’m sure you do.” You snarked. Richard brightened. 

 “I do-” Your eyes shot to the boots pushing through your window. Jason pulled himself through your window, straightening up. His red mask was still on, his hood pulled over his head. He tilted his head at you. 

 “Red Hood!” Richard shouted. You scoffed at him. Balls here is supposed to be Jason’s brother, but he doesn’t know who Red Hood is? Jason pulled at the hood before tugging his mask off. Richard slumped, huffing. Jason glanced over at Richard with his hands up in surrender. Jason grimaced. 

 “Hey, baby. I see you met Dick.” Jason said, approaching you like you holding a gun in your living room was casual. You stared at him. 

 “You know him?” You mumbled in shock. It was rhetorical, and Jason seemed to catch onto that. He reached for the gun in your hands, gently peeling it away from you. He turned the safety back on, setting it down on the coffee table. 

 “His name is really Dick?” You asked, making Richard scoff. Jason nodded, pulling your hands to his mouth and peaking the backs. 

 “Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson.” Jason clarified. Your mouth parted. Jason nodded more at your look. 

 “I know.” 

 “That’s- I mean- That’s so…” Your words failed you. Jason hummed in agreement, petting your arm. He must be antsy to hold you, but worried about the audience. Usually, when you got home, he’d pounce on you and hold onto you for hours. 

 “Crass.” You finished, shaking your head in astonishment. Dick glared at you. 

 “So when I say it over a million times, you call me Balls. When Jason says it, you believe him instantly?” Dick grumbled. Jason lifted his head, staring at Dick. He grinned, looking back at you. 

 “You called him Balls?” Jason’s voice was strained, like he was holding back absurd laughter. You yanked your hands from his, crossing your arms over your chest. 

 “You lied about your family! Dick and Balls here says you have four brothers!” You snapped. Jason pulled back from you. 

 “In my defense, when you asked, I was ostracized by my family. I only recently started talking to Dick.” Jason defended. You glanced at Dick resting on your couch his eyes ping ponging between the two of you. 

 “He’s wearing my robe!” You blurted, storming into the bedroom. Jason leaned down, taking the gun off the coffee table. Jason followed after you, shutting the door behind himself. 

 “You lied to me.” You sighed, turning your face from him. Jason sighed. 

 “I know.” 

 “You’re supposed to tell me things. We open up to each other and work through our issues together. I told you about my past. You trusted me enough to tell me you died and came back. I believed that, despite how insane it was! You told me you were fucking Red Hood. That was a tough pill, but I believed you. You didn’t bother to tell me you had brothers.” You rambled, shaking your hands back and forth. Jason listened as he returned the gun to its home. You really wanted to tear him a new one. Was there anything you could trust out of his mouth?    “What else have you lied  to me about?” You asked, finding his face again. Jason shook his head. 

 “Nothing. Nothing, I swear. I just didn’t think I’d ever see them again. I thought they were through with me.” Jason mumbled. His voice floated on a soft line, wavering when he met your eyes. You pressed your lips into a thin line. Jason held his hands out. 

 “And for what it’s worth, I thought I only had three. I know Dick, Tim, and Duke. I don’t know who this fourth one is. Unless we’re counting Dick twice or something.” Jason defended. You hummed. 

 “Dick mentioned a Damien.” You breathed, itching at your cheek. Jason furrowed his brows, staring at the ceiling. He shook his head, pointing his lips down. 

 “Nope. Never heard of him.” Jason stated. You sighed deeply. You stepped across the bedroom, slinking your arms around Jason’s waist. He wrapped his arms around you. You pressed your nose to his suit, inhaling the smell of him. Dirt, his cologne, a hint of blood. 

 “You need a shower.” You murmured into him. Jason hummed in agreement. You settled into comfortable silence. You felt your shoulders resting after finally getting the worries out in the world. 

 “My dad is Bruce Wayne,” Jason whispered. You paused, opening your eyes. Bruce Wayne? You startled away from Jason. 

 “Bruce Wayne! Millionaire Bruce Wayne? Sits in a castle on a hill at the top of Gotham, Bruce Wayne?” You stared at him with your jaw dropped. Jason grimaced, his face pinching. 

 “Billionaire Bruce Wayne. And he’s adoptive.” Jason offered. You pressed your palms to your cheeks. You stepped away from him, staring at the wall in disbelief. 

 “My life is a lie.” You mumbled to yourself. Jason sucked in a breath.    “Also, I lied about not being a virgin when we met. But I swear that’s all I lied about.” Jason said, sweeping his hands out in a line. You glanced at him. 

 “I already knew that.” Jason frowned at you. 

 “How? I didn’t tell you?” Jason asked. You grimaced, staring at him with a knowing look. Jason made a face, glaring at you. 

 “Okay. Enough.” You rolled your eyes at him. Jason held his hand out for yours. You grumbled at him as you dropped your hand into his. Jason tugged you closer, making your hips bump into him. 

 “Dick probably wants to stay for dinner,” Jason whispered, quickly jutting forward to press his lips to yours. You pulled from his kiss. You slipped from his hold, stepping into the living room. Dick was still sitting on the couch, only now he was awkwardly sitting on the edge. 

 “Were you eavesdropping?" You asked. Dick quickly shook his head.    “I would never!” Dick exclaimed. You glared as Jason joined your side. 

 “Damien is Bruce’s biological son. He’s about 12. His birthday is next month, you might consider getting him a dagger or something; he’ll tolerate you after that.” Dick said, looking to Jason. You snarled. 

 “You’re such a filthy liar, Balls.” You mumbled. Dick growled at you. You grimaced at him. 

 “You’re untrusting.” Dick countered. You nodded. 

 “Obviously. The world is psycho.” You glared at Dick as you walked past him to the kitchen. Dick glared back before looking to Jason. 

 “You two are a match made in hell,” Dick whispered. He held his hand up to hide his mouth from you. 

 “I heard that!” You yelled from the kitchen counter. Dick looked over his shoulder. 

 “You were supposed to!” Dick yelled back. Jason sighed, feeling a headache coming on. 

 “This is my own personal hell,” Jason muttered to himself, moving to join you in the kitchen. Dick kicked his feet onto your coffee table. 

 “I used all your shampoo, by the way,” Dick shouted to you, pulling the remote control for the TV off the table. You turned to face Jason. 

 “Jay, Love of my life, wind beneath my wings?” Jason looked up, slipping his arms around you. He hummed in response. 

 “If you want your brother to leave this apartment alive, you need to rehide all the weapons in this home.” You stated that you were feeling an eye twitch coming on. Jason pressed a kiss to your jaw. 

 “You know, I think we’re really going to grow fond of each other.” Dick sighed happily from the couch. You pressed your eyes tightly closed. You let out a shaky breath. Jason pressed his nose to your cheek. 

 “Really going to grow fond of tearing you from limb to limb.” You muttered under your breath.