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Do you write Dead in Main (Jason/Danny). If not, I would REALLY like to read about Fright Knight!Jason. Like, in the time when he was dead, Jason was taken in by Fright Knight and by that point Danny was already king. He basically becomes the successor of Fright Knight and becoming Danny's personal guard.
Since time is pretty wonky in the Infinite Realms, the sixth months he was still dead felt more like years to them. And then Jason is brought back and Danny's livid but when he finally finds Jason, he's slowly healing. Danny decides to let him enjoy his living life and just silently heals Jason whenever the pits get our of control.
And then fast forward and there's a ghost problem and the JL have to summon the ghost king for help. Jason's there with the bats and seeing Danny just jogs his memory and his instincts and fright Knight training kick in to recognize his beloved king.
I wanna right this myself but at the same time my brain isn't being nice to me 🥹.
The summons wasn't even complete before Jason felt his Loyalty Vow kick in. It was a rush of adrenaline, nearly addictive if he's honest, and in the next second, Jason falls to his knee, one hand over his chest while he bows his head. One of his fists reaches towards his waist while his other hand reaches to adjust a sword that is not there.
His fingers slam against his belt, causing him to flinch. It's an action born of pure habit, but he has no idea where he formed such a habit. Bruce never trained him with swords, and his time with the League of Assassins was mostly spent with slimmer swords he kept on his back. There really was no reason to expect an arming sword at his hip, and yet his body obviously believed there should be.
"Hood?" Someone asked, over the blowing wind and the odd music that was blaring from unknown locations.
He changed his entrance theme song. An amused voice whispers in Jason's head. It takes him a moment to realize it's his own voice, his own thoughts, and he isn't sure about who he is, but the thought feels right.
Just like this pose.
The music rises, setting an ambiance of a god appearing before the heroes, desperate for a miracle. It's interesting to Jason how the media often reflects life because that is exactly what is happening now. They are asking a god to step in and stop another god.
But while the one that's against the Justice League is known as an enemy, they don't show what this god would do. If it's whims will make them a foe or a friend. A few hours ago, when the idea was proposed, Jason had been uneasy about the idea that they may be getting someone stronger who was far worse than thier current issue. There was never a guarantee that higher beings would share the same moral sense or even consider human lives valuable.
He hated the idea that they needed to rely on something that could be much worse. But Jason was from Gotham, and almost everyone there hated magic and anything to do with the higher planes. There were enough psychotic unpredictable monsters in Gotham created by the human mind; they had no desire to see something that could snap and an entire block disappear before the screams could even start.
Jason had been one of the few who voted against the summons for that reason. But he understood the majority rule more than people knew. On the streets of Crime Alley, if there was ever an agreement, it was that when the people got together, nothing could stop them. He had to settle while the magic users set up the summons, grumbling under his breath and looming like the rest of his siblings.
Hilariously enough, the magic users seemed more nervous about the entire Bat Clan watching than about offending whoever they were calling upon. He even saw one of them- A hero from France working under the name Magie Noire- cast a protection spell against demons, while looking at them.
Tim, the little shit, responded by biting the air towards the Frenchman. Duke made the shadows grow around all the bats a second later, allowing only their narrow eyes to be visible.
Even the Sups couldn't see through the darkness that responded to the demihuman, which made those who didn't work with them often shiver. Then, because something is wrong with Duke, on a psychological level, the shadows swallow them whole, but not before letting them take the shape of screaming humans, stretched around the little corner the Bats claimed as their own.
Magie Noire actually whimpered before John Consitiine reached over and smacked the back of his head, reminding him to focus on the signals they were drawing.
Despite the disapproval, Jason had left the dark corner, stepping back into sight and ignoring anything or anyone as the summons went underway. He couldn't tell why he moved or why he fell to his knee, but everything about this felt right.
Even the amusement of the song choice he made, despite once calling it tacky-
Like a dam breaking, memories overflowed Jason's brain
He was practicing his swings in the training field. Around him, squires of different backgrounds were doing the same. Many were hopefuls from distant territories who had come for the knight selection of the royal guard.
Only the best of the best would be able to move on to serve His Majesty. Those who failed would be sent home in shame. Not everyone would pass the first round of the selection process, but that didn't mean the pressure wasn't high on those from smaller territories to succeed. These were ghosts that were born there, and thier people's survival depended on how much fondness the King had for them. Natural resources were scarce in the Realms.
Jason was a rare ghost. He didn't have a territory to call his own where he served the local lord, nor was he a wandering ghost that had nothing tying him down. He was a new ghost, just arrived after his brutal killing. The older ghosts promised him that his death would eventually fade, and the pain would seem like a bad dream until he could not remember it or his life.
But Jason remembers everything, and sometimes he wants nothing more than to leave the Realms and see Gotham again. But he could never find his way home as natural portals to the mortal world were more scarce than resources; instead, he wandered between territories, treated once more like a street kid.
Back in life, the only way Jason had managed to avoid homelessness was by securing Bruce Wayne's attention. In death, the only way to escape homelessness was to secure the Ghost King's.
"His Majesty is watching," One of the squires whispered, her glowing hands trembling around the hilt of her sword. Jason doesn't dare glance up at the castle, but he can feel the King's burning stare as he reviews all the knight hopefuls. In two days' time, the squire camp would be cut in half as people would be dismissed for consideration. In two days' time, the remaining would be allowed within the castle walls for the next round of selection.
Jason is sitting on his bed in the barracks, his three roommates preparing for bed around him, while he is flipping through his latest book. He hopes to get in at least three chapters before his exhausted body forces him to rest.
He's been a knight for about six months. Back home, that would have been six days, at least he thinks. One of his roommates swore up and down that he could calculate time warping in different realms and mortal worlds, but Jason knew he had never actually been to the mortal world, so there was some doubt about the accuracy.
Still, it was the best guess he had. By that point, he could not remember his death, which was something he was grateful for. But he did remember his love of reading.
His role as a knight wasn't as luxurious or as fulfilling as he thought it would be. Jason was low-ranking, with no money, no connections, and no territory to support him; he was only selected for his impressive display of combat knowledge. He figured he would at least be posted guarding a border, or even standing guard at a gate, from his time as Robin, but instead Jason was assigned manual labor alongside the castle stablehand, despite outranking him.
His roommates were in the same boat, as they were all as poor as he was, even if he was the only unclaimed ghost. One was a gardener, the other worked shifts in the laundry house, and the last was the library aide. Jason burned with jealousy over the library assignment, especially when the other knight didn't value books as he should. But at least the ghost was willing to bring Jason something to read, after catching on to his jealousy.
"Rare that," Piebs mumbled
"What?" Jason grouched back. Piebs was the one who worked in the laundryhouse and treated Jason the worst for his unclaimed status.
"Not often do you see someone who can read." Piebs shrugged, uncaring of Jason's glowing green eyes alight with rage. "Not just the Unclaimed. Most territories ghosts can't. Not unless your parents are nobles, were mortal once, or if one of those wandering ghosts comes through after a trip in the mortal world."
"Jason was a mortal once," Vredoct called out. The anthropomorphic dragon pulled his shirt over his head, getting it caught a bit on his spikes. Jason looks away, blushing slightly. The Realms was an odd place, and interspecies relationships were the norm, but he still found it a bit odd how he could find a dragon attractive. It must be the voice. Vredoct had a seductive voice, smooth, deep, and always slightly amused, speaking in a way that rang true to his noble status despite being the sixteenth son of a poor baron. "He's a new arrival, remember? Most mortals are taught to read from a young age."
"Oh, here we go again. Mr. Expert in Mortal lands. Are you going to calculate how long it's been since my mother died next and the year it's now in her past world?" The final roommate, Bor, cut in, waving his claws around in a mockery of Vredoct's accent. He was a gardener because his territory fell more into the plant-life section of the Realms. He was the son of a Past Mortal Ghost, which wasn't rare, but everyone loved talking about the mortal world. Jason would compare it to asking an astronaut about the moon who's walked on.
"Depends." Vredoct laughed, shaking his long red hair out of his face. "Where did she form, what species is she, and what is the size of her core output?"
Jason ignored the argument that followed, flipping the book back to the front. There he found the same name that had been inside every book he'd requested from Vredoct.
Danny Fenton.
He wonders if he will ever meet the ghost that shares the same interests as him. He had found notes on paper stuck between the book's pages, where Fenton had written out thoughts and comments on the book. Jason appreciated that he didn't actually write in the books.
A year later, Jason has moved up from stablehand. Vredoct had moved back home. His father had arranged a marriage for him that would bring the house some much-needed money, and the dragon had been quick to mention that Jason could read and was perfect to replace him.
He was overjoyed to no longer be shoveling horse manure and now shelving books that were from the largest library he's ever seen. Jason could spend all eternity here, since books were gathered from the start of all time, and varied from genres, cultures, and even some came from the mortal world.
He also met Danny Fenton. He was an aide who worked at the King's office, coming through the library to pick up references for the King. Danny and Jason were closer in age. He thought he wouldn't age while in the Realms, but thanks to his Unclaimed status, he was able to age, and the knowledge did freak him out a little.
Though it did mean dating wouldn't be as weird. Jason was glad because it meant he could flirt with Danny without finding it weird. Danny was also an Unclaimed ghost, which made icebreakers very easy, especially when they realized they were from the same mortal world, the same country, and the same time; the only difference was that Jason grew up in a different state than Danny.
It became a habit for the two to chatter for as long as they could between one browsing for books and the other shelving them. They find little corners to speak, usually about thier lives, the things they missed from Earth, and whatever they wanted in between. Those short conversations became the highlight of his day.
Jason already found himself turning his head whenever the door opened.
Jason is sitting on a bed, nervously looking over his shoulder at Danny's slumbering form. It's been three years since his death; he would be eighteen, and he has grown to that age. He had taken the casual flirting in the library to another level, and he didn't mean inviting Danny to watch him at mandatory knight training.
That was the date that showed how serious they were. Most knights who had partners made things official at the mandatory training days, where those who were given jobs that weren't the typical position of a knight could show off.
He had done something different with Danny. It wasn't that Jason didn't want anything serious; he just didn't think the timing was right. He couldn't lie that the idea of someday making it back to Gotham didn't linger in his mind, but much like reaching the moon without a rocket ship, it was a far-off dream.
Just not one he was ready to wake up from.
Danny seemed alright with that, because his own role in the King's court was daunting and time-consuming. He admitted that he just wouldn't have the time to be a boyfriend. The most that they could be was lovers with no strings attached.
He had allowed the ghost to seduce him and bring him back to his room. The night before, Jason had been preoccupied and hadn't taken in his surroundings, but in the morning he noticed things he had missed.
Danny didn't live in servant chambers. He had a noble's room. Jason could tell that much by the sigils of the King placed everywhere. He wasn't just an aide in the King's office; Danny was likely even part of the royal family.
And Jason had just accepted being in a purely adult relationship with him.
"Today was exhausting," Danny complains, pressing his face into Jason's lap. The two are in thier private room, having requested it after a year of their no-strings relationship, which was full of so many strings that Jason could have opened a yarn store.
He didn't mean for that to happen, but at least Danny also made the mistake. They held hands in the hallway, spent lunch breaks together, went on dates in and out of the castle when thier schedules aligned, and both were exclusive with one another despite having agreed they didn't have to.
Honestly, the whole castle knew that Jason was Danny's boyfriend long before they decided to be official. Rumors started up fast, some speculating that a noble like Danny was only playing with an Unclaimed, while others whispered that it was an ambitious Unclaimed attempting to move up in the world by any means necessary.
It was always fun to watch Danny crush those gossip mongers by confronting them and loudly declaring himself an Unclaimed as well. Not that it helped much since everyone had this fixed idea that an Unclaimed could never be a noble, which was what Danny obviously was.
Jason didn't know Danny's official ranking. No one did.
His boyfriend had high clearance and moved through the inner castle where few were allowed in, but he wasn't allowed to talk about it. Still, he chose to give up his far subpar lodging to move in with Jason, who was able to move up in rank and was now back on the field fighting. He will be honest, he missed the library, but it was nicer to work as an actual knight because he had more privileges and could stand next to Danny better.
He was now part of the strong squad of the Royal Guard. Jason was only a few months away from being assigned as a private guard to a high-ranking noble. He'll be someone important again.
"The council on your ass again?" Jason asked, threading his hand through Danny's white glowing hair. His lover makes a small purr, letting him know that Jason is doing the right thing to comfort him
"I sometimes wish I could poke those floating eyes. Throw some sand into them." Danny groans, and Jason laughs
"Careful. You might be marked for high treason. The King adores those Observants"
Danny turned to stare up at him with one eye, a complex emotion swirling in his iris before he laughed. "The King does not."
Danny looks up from his desk, a laugh bubbling from his lips. "My dashing, brave, and handsome knight! Why are you bowing like a regular knight? You are a noble now, darling"
Jason is still bent down, but he allows his eyes to look at his lover, who always finds it amusing that he has taken his assignment as the King's guard so seriously.
He had no idea that his lover was the actual ruler he had been trying to impress since he found himself on the castle grounds, but in high sight, he should have noticed. No one told Danny no.
No request was ever denied, no matter how out of policy it was. Instead, Danny had ensured he rose quickly through the ranks, not allowing discrimination against Unclaimed ghosts to get in his way. It was a little-known fact that the Ghost King was sensed but rarely seen, because he powered the entire Realms, ruling over it like an unseen god.
Only the most trusted of subjects knew the face of the King. And Jason was the only one who knew the King in private moments.
He was the royal guard to the Ghost King, who was also his lover for the past two years. After five long years of death, Jason was finally happy to be a ghost and accepted his place in his reality
He was brought back to life the day after proposing to Danny
The memories settled just as Danny stepped into the mortal world, smiling at him through some tears. Jason feels joy that he hadn't felt since he was brought back to life bloom in his chest.
As if someone had given him the other part of his missing soul back
Jason: I'm bringing my boyfriend to dinner at this month's family game night. I need you all to be chill about this.
Bruce flipping a table covered in glass figures: YES! YES. BOYFRIEND! MY BOY HAS A LOVER.
Jason: Bruce this isnt a football game stop-
Dick pull out his phone: TIM GET THE FIREWORKS!
Tim on face time: What for?
Dick: Jay has a Boyfriend! ONE HE WANTS TO INTRODUCE TO THE FAMILY!
Tim: WHAT?! YES. GOD YES! I'LL GET MY GUY FOR THE FIREWORK SHOW READY IN A HOUR
Jason: Tim has spontaneous fireworks shows guy?
Damian: Of course, he does. He's not a barbarian. Why are we celebrating?
Jason: Oh, hey, Dami. Sorry to wake you up from your nap. Bruce and Dick are just being dramatic about meeting my boyfriend.
Damian: You have a paramour?
Jason: Yes I do. What's with the tone?
Damian: I'm just surprised anyone would agree to that type of relationship with you.
Jason: The hell is that supposed to mean!?
Damian: I hear you tell Harper once that you would only enjoy the pleasure of flesh and that you would never commit to a relationship. I assumed that meant you would only have brief lovers for debauchery.
Jason: Oh. Yeah I told Roy that but that was before I meet Danny. He's more then a one-night stand.
Damian: Hmm. What does this Daniel-
Jason: His name is Danny
Damian: No. What does this Daniel do for a living?
Jason: He's a brain surgeon
Damian dropping to knees and ripping his shirt from overwhelming glee: YEEEEEESSSS!!!! OH MY GOD, HE'S A BRAIN SURGEON!!! TODD IS BRINGING A BRAIN SURGEON HOME!!! THERE IS HOPE FOR THE BLOODLINE!! FATHER TELL DRAKE TO CALL HIS BOUNCR HOUSE DEALER. WE MUST CELEBRATE TO THE FULLEST!
Jason: This is why I dont bring anyone home. Bruce, you good?
Bruce foaming at the mouth: SON-IN-LAW BRAIN SURGEON.
Jason: Mmh-okay. You're too far gone. I'll have to put you down.
Dick: *Twitching on the ground overwhelmed by happiness*
Jason: This one needs putting down too. Damn, I liked that one.
🙅 completely unrelated to the last ask whatsoever (I hope you know I laughed while writing that out) could I possibly ask you for possessive Danny like it doesn't even need to be DPX DC just a thought of like slightly evil slightly obsessed Danny it doesn't even need to be as Phantom just as him that would be terrifying.
This, with the “suki suki daisuki” playing in the bg as I drew it :D
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⤷ ゛🎮 ˎˊ˗ I had to ask around from a lot of my friends for this. Very late to this trend cause school is still kicking my ass. Anyways! Some AlVariants! Was genuinely surprised when one of my DC loving friends said I reminded them a lot of Tim. Timbit. Lil Timmy. Ironically, I'm currently working on a Dan x Tim fic based of a prompt hehehehehe
OK, so everyone knows about the dark matter AU crossover thing, right? Where Peter Parker ends up in Gotham?
That, but with both Peter Parker and Danny Fenton, ending up in Gotham. For Peter, it’s right after the events of no way home, and everyone has already forgotten him. For Danny, it’s either in the ultimate enemy timeline, and clockwork is trying to avoid Dan, or its after a reveal gone wrong where Danny shut down the portal(otherwise he wouldn’t want to leave Amity) and Clockwork promptly decided to place him with Peter.
Now, these two dumbasses are having a blast. Especially if you have the age gap where Peter is 17-18 and in senior year while Danny is 15-16 in Freshman or sophomore year.
Bonus points if they both have their own Wayne who they don’t know is a Wayne best friend. Peters is Tim and Duke, like in Cannon, and I feel like Danny is best friends with Damian or Cass.
If we want to go where Danny doesn’t want to be another vigilante, he could be Peter’s guided chair. I think he would like that.
Just two pun loving traumatized teenagers having a blast in Gotham, worrying the bats as as both themselves and their altar egos. In this universe, Danny uses a codename that absolutely has references to the stars. Bonus points if it’s a reference that none of the bat family understand.
I have an idea, an au of this au if you will. what if Danny was stuck in ghost form and had to stay hidden, so while everyone is trying to get Peter to move in with the Wayne’s, he just wants to get back to his chaos friend.
Additional angst: it’s after a bad reveal au, and the way the Batfamily meets Danny is when one night, after Peter has missed school, Nightwing goes to the roof where he normally meets Peter, only to find Peter with a obviously not fully human friend, who is bleeding green and trying to reassure Peter he is OK. Have them think the reason Peter hasn’t come to stay with them is not out of sadness, or cried, but loyalty. 
Also, I have a feeling that the vivisection scar would really fuck them all up
I know Detective!Dick isn’t a popular trope but man oh man wouldn’t it be hilarious to throw him and Jim Gordon into a fast paced multi-jurisdiction investigation between Gotham, Blüdhaven, and Metropolis where they have to work together and try so so hard not to mention the elephant in the room (Batman, who neither of them are supposed to know) or the other elephant (so far nobody in Blüdhaven PD knows Dick is Bruce Wayne’s son) and yet another elephant (Jim knows Dick is downplaying his detective skills and letting him take the lead) and to round out the herd, one more elephant (he’s still dating Babs but only as Nightwing and Jim can’t threaten Nightwing with a shotgun) and then there’s the crushing realization that they should absolutely be calling Batman but, again, neither of them “know” Batman.
I enjoy Batlantern more than Superbat mainly because their dynamic is much more interesting than just "golden retriever x black cat".
Like, yes Clark may bring out the soft side of Bruce at times, but Hal gets a teddy bear thrown directly to his face every Valentine's Day because five years ago that day he told Bruce he didn't believe he could win one. Bruce plays every year at the same claw machine because it has the teddy bear with a green shirt, and Hal has a special drawer where he keeps them all.
Hal has literally zero time awareness. Being in space always mess up his perception. And yet every year, at the same hour, on February 19th, Bruce wakes up with a new dinosaur miniature on his window. Sometimes he's sure Hal is on a mission away from earth, and that it means that he did double the effort to ask someone (probably Barry or Ollie) to bring the gift in his place, risking eternal mocking. Still, the first thing he does when Hal returns home is to tell him exactly what details were wrong with the miniature, and then ask him to bring a more accurate one next time. Yes, he still has them all on display in the cave, so what?
During League meetings they shout at eachother till the walls tremble. Bruce brings up every risk Hal took and how he could easily avoid it, Hal points out battle strategies and flaws in plans that Bruce makes. They seem ready to tear eachother apart, and yet, Bruce mission report is full of notes with Hal insight scribbled in bright red on every corner, and the the next mission, if someone were to watch closely, they would see Hal muttering to himself what Bruce said down to every letter.
When Bruce says "I can do it", Hal replies "Prove it". Prove that you can be less of a paranoid asshole, prove that you are capable of saying "I love you" without coating it with poison, prove that you care more than you show. Prove it. And Bruce has never met a challenge he would back down from.
When Hal says "I can do it", Bruce replies "Prove it". Prove that you are capable of staying even when things are real and scary, prove that you can be better at expressing your emotions without hiding them behind a smile and a joke. Prove it. And Hal has never let fear stop him from reaching what he wants.
They bring out the best and the worst in echother, and is fine, because they can handle both. Because every fight and obstacle is like rising the stakes, challenging one another to be the one who quits. To be the one who will hear "I told you so".
The galaxy may fucking explode before one accepts to lose to the other at this.
Danny: I have a confession to make. I'm from a different dimension
Dick: I know
Danny: How?
Dick: Last February, I gave you a Valentine's Day card. You accepted it, then panicked when you saw what was on it.
Danny: You handed me an image of one of the most feared ghosts in the multiverse!
Dick: It was Cupid.
Danny: THE TERRIBLE
Dick: So am I right to assume there is no holiday called Valentine's in your dimension?
Danny: No, there is, but our symbol of love is a heart. You know, like sane people.
Dick: Why are you so scared of him?
Danny: He shoots you on sight! You're going about your day, fall in love by accident and then BOOM- dead! And if you escape him, Cupid the Terrible hunts you down for the rest of your life. All because you fell in love!
Dick: Wait, your Cupid hunts down people in love?
Danny: Yeah, what does your Cupid do?
Dick: He shoots you with arrows that cause you to fall in love. He literally brings the feeling of love.
Danny: Wow.....and your Halloween spirit? Is he sweet, too? Ours swings a sword of fear, and as soon as it touches someone, they find themselves trapped in their greatest fear.
Dick: Ohhhh, that's why you barricaded us in my room last Halloween.
Danny: No, that was because I saw Nigtwing sniffing around you again. He's a powerful ghost and my powers are a tad bit limited in this universe. I had to protect you.
Dick: You know, when you knocked on my door at midnight on Halloween, I thought you were there for something else.
Danny: What? Why? I was carrying wood planks to board the windows.
Dick: Sometimes a man can hope for something else
Danny: I don't understand the people in this world.
Dick: Its okay, I still love you
Danny, unaware he's been in a relationship for a year: YOU WHAT?
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I'm suddenly reminded of the fact that Red Hood wasn't planned. It still baffles me that 5.3k people voted for a 15 year old boy to die. I mean, he's a fictional character but still. He was literally created at the worst possible time because what do you mean they were originally going to kill him off by giving him aids? Still can't wrap my head around the fact that Jason Todd had it bad from the moment he was created.
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The Batfam is in the process of moving some things around in the Batcave, and of course, they're really heavy. All of them are out of breath, and this close to just giving up and storming upstairs
"Bruce... this is... fucking torture..." Duke huffs, body strewn out over and unmoving, Steph face down on the ground. "You're gonna kill me... you'll kill all of us..."
Bruce lets out his own huff, arms burning as he fans an overheated Damian lying limp in his lap. It's a testament to how bad things are going if Damian has given up on maintaining his dignity and allows himself to be coddled.
"Wait..." Dick looks up from the ground. "Why... why don't we call Clark?"
Bruce winces, looking away from all the expectant gazes of his children. "Can't." He bites out, hoping they'll drop it. They don't.
"Can't or won't?" Jason narrows his eyes suspiciously.
Bruce groans. "Nosey ass kids. Why did I decide to have so many damn kids?"
"Yes, yes, regret comes in late in life." Cass agrees, scooting over and laying her head on his shoulder. "Why can't we call Clark? He always comes when you call."
Bruce lets out another grumble.
"Dad." Tim deadpans, peeling his back off the floor and sitting up. "In words we can all hear, please?"
"He's mad at me." Bruce rolls his eyes. "It's only cause he's being a little bitch." Bruce huffed before grimacing. "Don't repeat that, Habibi."
"Too late." Damian mumbles, eyes still closed.
"Focus, B man, what did you do that made Superman mad at you?" Duke asked, rolling onto the floor as Stephanie pushed him off to grab her water bottle.
"It can't be anything serious since you're not brooding around the house and shit." Jason narrows his eyes further. Actually, his eyes are closed. He just closed his eyes and face-planted onto the chair he was leaning against.
“You're right, it’s fuckin’ stupid.”
“Bruce.” Stephanie deadpanned, gesturing for him to just get on with it.
Bruce hummed and let out a soft sigh. "I accidentally called Oliver my best friend. We've literally known each other since we were kids, and it was just a slip of the tongue."
Cass turned her head and blinked at him. "That's it?"
"Told you it was stupid."
"Oh my gosh, I forgot how possessive he can get over that title." Dick groaned, massaging his temples. "You guys get into the dumbest arguments."
"So he's just being petty then?" Tim hummed.
A gust of wind blew through the cave, giving the bats a nice breeze on their sweaty skin. "I'm not being petty! It's simply a coincidence! I don't even care that much!" Superman, in the flesh, floated a few feet off the ground in his civilian clothing, arms crossed over his chest.
"... you were just listening in to our conversation?"
Clark floated backwards, away from Stephanie, who was very clearly giving off danger vibes. "I just... I just happened to tune in when ya'll were slandering me."
"Baba." Damian tugged on Bruce's sleeve. "We need to get the kryptonite."
"Hey!"
"Now that you're fucking here, you can move all this shit by yourself, Superman," Jason grunted, slowly dragging himself off the floor and heading to the elevator, prompting the rest of the batkids to follow suit, grumbling under their breath and cursing out Clark.
"B! You're not actually gonna leave me here all alone to move this stuff! Are you?"Clark pouted, making puppy dog eyes as he stared down at Bruce.
Unfortunately for him, Bruce was basically immune, and too tired from moving things to show sympathy.
Still holding his youngest as he pushed himself off the floor, he gave Clark a very 'Bruce trying to be nice during a meeting, but he actually lost his patience a long time ago.' smile and gave him a small pat on the shoulder. "I thought you said you weren't petty and it didn't affect you, Superman? Help a best friend out, hm?"
Clark simply pouted as he watched all of the Batfamily abandon him in the cave to move the heavy machinery, which he could easily move in half a second, feeling utterly betrayed.
