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Jason: *whispering* Uncle Dusan looks like he's about to fall over.

Damian: *in a similar hushed tone* Can you blame him? You know how Grandfather loves to drone on during meetings. It is the one time we are forced to listen to him without interruption.

Jason: *placing a pea on a spoon, preparing to fire it*

Damian: *whispering in a hurried voice* Akhi, what are you doing with your dinner?

Jason: Saving us from another boring meeting *flicks it at Uncle Dusan who flinches and wipes his drool from his lips*

Damian: *coughing to cover his giggle* Impressive aim.

Jason: *readying his spoon again* Mara looks murderous. She hasn’t stopped glaring since this shit started.

Damian: It is not like I intended to blind her. She should have dodged it.

Jason: Uh where the fuck was I for this? I don't remember-

Ra al Ghul: *standing at the head of the table* Jason. Is there a question that you yearn to have answered? You appear to be quite distracted when you should be paying attention given your position as Head Guard.

Jason: Sure do. So when you say Head Guard, that means like total control right? How many vacation days does that allocate-

Damian: Jesus Christ.

Jason: *continuing* It’s a valid question, Dami. Corporate America has ruined the world. We gotta get better benefits. What’s our dental like because this tooth has been decaying like a wet tictac-Wait can the Pit fix my tooth?

Ra al Ghul: *twitching* How insightful. Yes…I shall inform you as soon as I confirm with my members. Anything else?

Jason: *saluting* No, my Liege. Only that these peas are divine. My compliments to your chef. Continue, you’re doing great.

Ra al Ghul: *tiredly* Of course....As I was saying....

Damian: *lowering his voice* My liege? Where did you pull that from?

Jason: My ass. Ever heard of Attack on Titan? *launching another pea at Dusan but the spoon slips from his hand and flies across the table* Oh shit.

Dusan al Ghul: * awakening and screaming, flailing his arms* Guards! We are under attack! Secure my child immediately!

Damian: *covering his face* Oh for fucks sake, Jason. Why would you-

*several guards rush in with weapons, the members at the table scatter and scream.*

Talia al Ghul: *the sound of a blade twishing* Damian? Jason? Where are you? Guards- I command you to find my sons! Protect the heirs!

*Jason and Damian hiding under the table*

Jason: Well-You can’t blame this entirely on me. Your family is known for overreacting.

Damian: *hissing* Yes, I can AND I will. I will not be punished for your stupidity. I shall knock out your tooth myself.

Jason: I’m good. Brucie paid a pretty penny to fix my teeth.

Damian: Go to hell, Jason.

*Both boys jump as Dusan hits the floor, making eye contact with them.*

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Ra al Ghul: Both of you are remanded to your quarters until further notice. No sneaking off to the gardens. No access to the animal sanctuary. Have you anything to say regarding your behavior, such as an apology, before you are escorted to your rooms?

Jason: *raises hand*

Ra al Ghul: Yes, Jason?

Jason: *points at Dusan al Ghul* This is his fault. He has a trauma response so severe that he’d put veterans to shame.

Damian: *giggling* He is also the one that tried tackling you, Grandfather, to ensure your safety.

Ra al Ghul: Guards. Take them to their quarters immediately. Now.

Raven: Probably doing scary boyfriend things.

━━━°ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

summary ᝰ.ᐟ : twenty eight ways yandere damian makes sure he keeps his darling in check and mostly his .

ⓘ 𐔌 yandere content ꒱ , 𐔌 aged up damian꒱ ,𐔌 unhinged ꒱ , 𐔌 toxic male ꒱ , 𐔌 controlling behaviour ꒱ , 𐔌 extreme obssession ꒱ , 𐔌 extreme possessive behaviour ꒱ , 𐔌 mentions of extreme violence (not to darling) ꒱ , 𐔌 stalking/ invasion to privacy ꒱ , 𐔌 manipulation ꒱

Tim drake x reader

Synopsis: When you start dating a coffee-addicted genius detective, you have to learn how to keep him alive...

The apartment was dark and cold, except under the soft blankets where they both warmed themselves with each other's body heat and soft snores.

Your cold feet tangled between the detective's legs, his mouth slightly open, letting out soft snores

Everything was perfect until the alarm went off.

05:00 AM

Tim's blue eyes snapped open, like a soldier accustomed to precise timing, and he began to gently shift from your grasp, silently trying to pull you away from his chest.

"No"

"Huh?" I look at you, confused. "I woke you up. I'm sorry—go back to sleep," I murmur, stroking your hair.

"Don't even think about it, Timothy," you whispered, your eyes still closed.

"I have to go"

"You don't have to go"

"I have work to do," he insisted, trying to push you away.

"What did we say yesterday?"

She rolled her eyes, but the slight curve of her lips betrayed that she was enjoying it.

"I need to sleep at least eight hours, no matter what time I go to bed."

"Exactly," you murmur, forcing one eye open. "And..."

"And..?"

"Last night you went to bed at eleven..." you affectionately scratched her waist, "so you won't get up for another three hours."

"The faster I get up, the faster I'll solve this investigation," he insisted, taking your hand.

"The sooner you go to sleep, the sooner you can resume your research" you corrected him, giving him a few gentle pats on the ribs.

1. Force him to sleep at least 8 hours

Wednesday 9:35 AM

Hurried footsteps echo in the apartment.

You wake up to the sound of a dull thud followed by a groan and a curse.

"Tim- "you complain, brushing your messy hair away from your face to watch him hop around while putting on his pants.

"Ugh, I'm late!"

"Do you want me to make you something?" you murmur, pulling back the soft blankets.

"No, it's not necessary—Honey, have you seen my purple tie?"

"I left her with your other ties"

"No, that one is very clear

You sighed: "You have like a thousand purple ties, wear that one."

“I need dark purple; if I wear light purple, my suit won’t have any contrast,” he argued, pacing the room. “And if there’s no contrast, I’ll look strange, everyone will stare at me, and the meeting will go badly. If it goes badly, I’ll have to come up with a plan B, but if you come up with a plan B, my whole strategy will be ruined…”

"Here it is," you handed it to her. "I'll go prepare something."

He did not respond, focusing all his attention on adjusting his tie.

"I'm leaving," I kiss your forehead.

"Tim"

"See you this afternoon, I promise to be there before 6. I'll go to the mansion with Bruce after the meeting."

"ahm~" you say, bringing the fork closer to his mouth

"Honey, I'm going to be late," I tried to persuade you.

You pretended to be offended. "Are you going to abandon the pancakes I made for you?"

"It smells delicious, but I only have 20 minutes to get there." He grabbed his things, ready to leave.

"Mmm, well, goodbye, I won't force you." You turned your back on him, pressing the button on the coffee machine. "I guess I'll have to drink this myself." You gently swirled the cup to release the aroma.

A smell that chilled his blood as his nostrils reveled in it, and the soft sound of his bowels broke the silence.

"It only takes me 10 minutes to get here by car," he said, sitting down and anxiously moving his leg.

You laughed, kissing her cheek and saying "eat"

2. You must eat properly, no quick protein bars.

+ 3. Keep your negative overthinking under control.

Saturday 08:11 AM

"This crazy woman," I muttered, entering the kitchen.

Dick smiles playfully, "I see you're still in one piece. I thought you'd come out with a black eye. I was already calling Alfred after all that shouting."

Stephenie punched his arm, "I thought you were over your toxic relationship tendencies."

The boy glares at her menacingly, but his tired face and dark circles under his eyes only made the blonde laugh.

"Who died?" Jason asked sarcastically, grabbing the cereal. "You look dead, and that's coming from a dead man."

"You look bad, Drake," Damian grumbled, walking past to take the cereal away. "Todd, I'm going to tell Alfred you're eating my cereal again."

"Wow, thanks family! I also think they look good," he said sharply, clearly irritated.

"He's in a bad mood because he hasn't had a cup of coffee for 3 hours."

"3 hours and 45 minutes," he gasped anxiously, "but not for long." He opened the pantry, rummaging through everything.

"Pennyworth will be angry if you mess up the kitchen," Damian muttered, putting his cereal away again.

Duke entered the kitchen, curious. "He's gone completely mad."

The blonde glanced at him sideways. "I never thought this day would come.

"What's he doing?"Most of them were watching the kitchen intently, as if it were an experiment.

"Dear Damian," Jason smiled, taking the stored cereal box. "If you take drugs away from a junkie, what will he do?" He pointed at Tim as if he were a lab rat. "He'll look for more drugs... Oh!"

"He'll probably hide them around here," Tim muttered, looking sleepy.

Meanwhile, Dick whispered, "When do you think he'll realize?"

"Realize what?" Damian asked, staring at him.

"That his 'girlfriend' took all the coffee from the mansion."

Later, everyone was sitting in the dining room except for Tim, who was leaning his head on the table, much to Alfred's dismay.

"I need to stay awake; herbal tea won't keep me awake," he complained, though the dark circles under his eyes were begging for a break.

"Young Master Drake, please have your tea. It's impolite to refuse what's served. Would you like to return to your classes with good manners?" he asked expectantly.

"Love is hard," Jason muttered, feigning sympathy.

4. Control the amount of coffee you drink.

I don't speak English, literally, so this was translated with Google. Maybe from translating so much I'll learn English little by little.

Danny is back in human form.

Sitting cross-legged on the medical table.

Eating cookies.

Because of course he is.

“…I’m just saying,” he says to no one in particular, “if you’re gonna call me an ‘entity,’ I deserve at least one cool nickname.”

From the computer—

a secure line opens.

Then another.

Then three more.

Bruce didn’t call them.

Which means—

They’re already watching.

Holograms Flicker On

One by one, the Batfamily appears.

Nightwing — already mid-concerned-big-brother face

Red Hood — leaning back like this is about to be entertaining

Red Robin — eyes locked, processing at 300 mph

Oracle — calm, but very focused

Danny waves.

“Hi! Oh wow, there’s more of you.”

Silence.

Collective.

Processing.

Nightwing is first.

“…Bruce,” he says slowly, “why is there a glowing file label next to that kid that says ‘Lazarus-class’?”

Danny perks up. “RIGHT?? I asked the same thing!”

Batman: “We’re still assessing.”

Red Hood leans forward.

“…Define ‘assessing,’ because from where I’m sitting, that looks like ‘you brought home something that crawled out of a pit and gave it cookies.’”

Danny points at him. “Okay, first of all, I did not crawl out of a pit—”

Damian cuts in:

“He is worse.”

Danny gasps. “Wow.”

Tim (Red Robin) Zooms In

Literally.

He enhances the feed.

Pulls up Danny’s scan overlay.

“You’re not just calling him Lazarus-adjacent,” Tim says, voice tight with focus. “His energy signature is stabilized. That’s not possible.”

Danny raises a hand.

“Okay, not to derail the science moment, but I feel like I should be impressed and I don’t know why.”

Tim ignores him.

“He’s not degrading,” Tim continues. “No rage spikes, no neural decay, no dependency cycles—”

Barbara (Oracle) cuts in:

“Which means whatever he is, it’s not a side effect.”

A beat.

“…It’s the base state.”

Silence.

That lands.

Danny slowly lowers his cookie.

“…Okay, that one sounded important.”

Jason (Red Hood) Leans In

Now he’s interested.

Really interested.

“…Kid,” Jason says, “you ever, I don’t know—die and come back wrong?”

Danny brightens instantly.

“Oh! Yeah, that’s literally my whole deal.”

Jason sits up.

“…You’re kidding.”

“Nope.”

“How many times?”

Danny pauses.

“…Define ‘times.’”

Jason grins.

Sharp.

Delighted.

“Oh, I like him.”

Damian: “No.”

Nightwing Tries to Be the Adult

Fails immediately.

“Okay—okay—hold on,” Dick says, rubbing his face. “Let’s back up. Bruce, you’re telling me this kid—”

gestures vaguely at Danny

“—got stabbed multiple times, healed instantly, then turned into a glowing ghost thing, and your solution was to—what—bring him home?”

Danny raises his hand.

“In my defense, I came with snacks.”

Alfred, off-screen:

“And impeccable manners.”

Dick freezes.

“…Alfred’s on his side?”

Batman: “…Yes.”

Dick exhales.

“…We’ve lost him.”

Barbara Takes Control

“Alright,” Barbara says, voice calm, cutting through the chaos. “Danny, right?”

Danny nods. “Yep!”

“Walk me through it. What exactly happens when you ‘transform’?”

Danny perks up.

“Oh! Okay, so—”

Damian: “He does not need to—”

Too late.

Danny’s eyes flash green—

—and in a split second—

he shifts again.

White hair.

Glowing eyes.

Hovering just above the ground.

The Batcave lights flicker.

The feed glitches—

across every screen.

Everyone goes still.

Jason actually leans closer.

“…Oh, that’s—yeah, that’s familiar.”

Tim whispers:

“That’s not Lazarus…”

Barbara, quieter:

“…but it’s close enough to matter.”

Nightwing just stares.

“…Bruce.”

Batman doesn’t respond.

Because he’s watching Danny.

The way the air bends.

The way the cave reacts.

The way something else seems to exist in the same space as him—

layered over reality.

Danny looks at the holograms.

“…Too much?”

The Realization Hits—All at Once

Tim:

“He’s self-sustaining.”

Barbara:

“He’s not reacting to the environment—”

Jason:

“He is the environment.”

Damian:

“He is a liability.”

Danny: “Hey—”

Nightwing:

“He’s a kid.”

Silence.

That one hits differently.

Danny freezes.

Just slightly.

Then—

“…Yeah,” he says, softer.

The glow flickers.

Just a bit.

Jason Breaks the Tension

“…So,” Jason says casually, “does this mean he can’t die, or—”

Danny shrugs mid-air.

“Hasn’t stuck yet.”

Jason nods.

“Yeah, okay, we’re definitely keeping him.”

Damian: “We are not keeping him.”

Jason: “Speak for yourself.”

Batman Finally Speaks

Low.

Final.

“He’s not a weapon.”

That shuts everyone up.

Even Jason.

Even Damian.

Danny blinks.

“…Was that in question?”

No one answers.

Which is an answer.

Batman continues:

“He’s not a resource. Not a tool. Not a solution.”

A beat.

“…And not something Ra’s gets to claim.”

That shifts the room.

Immediately.

Barbara sharpens.

“You think Ra’s knows?”

Batman: “Yes.”

Tim: “…Then we have a problem.”

Jason grins again.

“Correction—we have a fun problem.”

Damian: “You are the only one who finds this enjoyable.”

Danny Floats Down

The glow fades.

He drops back into human form.

Looks around.

“…So, quick summary—am I in danger, or like… extra in danger?”

Nightwing sighs.

“…Both.”

Danny nods.

“Cool. Just checking.”

Final Beat

Alfred steps into frame behind Danny.

Places a hand lightly on his shoulder.

Grounding.

Steady.

“You will not be facing it alone, Master Danny.”

Danny smiles.

Easy.

Trusting.

“Yeah,” he says. “I figured.”

Across the cave—

Batman watches.

Because now it’s not just a mystery.

Not just a case.

Not just a threat.

It’s a responsibility.

And somewhere out there—