#dc drabble

Yandere!Tim drake who'll arrange your supposed murder, then kidnaps you himself and keeps you in his basement, knowing he has you all to himself and all you can do claw at the door and beg him to let you go, knowing everyone things you're a dead man <3

.. mid writing and I thought of a headcanon that, in my factually correct grandiose deductions /ref , are now canon to the DC universe.

Bruce Wayne hangs every achievement, and I mean EVERY achievement of his children's, on the manor walls and proceeds to invite people over, not to talk or anything, but simply brag about his children.

(They all collectively hide behind corners and watch in horror, groaning about how embarrassing it is, but it is simply a rite of passage for EVERY batkid to be embarrassed by Bruce~)

He's such a lovely father <3 !!

Tim! Who loves it when you info dump about a specific interest of yours.

Tim! Who will get into said interest or research as deeply as he can about it so he can make his boyfriend happy when they talk about it together.

Tim! Who scrounged the depths of the internet to find niche, unsold memorabilia of your interests to surprise you with.

Tim! Who'll make albums of all of your dates together and keeps all images backed up on his computer as well for safekeeping.

Tim! Who'll use every connection as bruce Wayne's adopted son to ensure you meet your favorite actors, idols and stars.

Tim! Who keeps sprawling your name all over his notes, which he nearly hands in as homework.

Tim! Who hopes he can discover a star brighter than the sun and name it after you because it reminds him so much of how you beam at him.

Damian! Who puts small references to your likeness in his art as much as he possibly can.

Damian! Who practices painting flowers on your skin because he loves seeing his boyfriend alive with colors.

Damian! Who keeps painting every portrait with a smile that's like his boyfriends to a T.

Damian! Who takes photos of you to be his muse.

Damian! Who always writes your initials with his at the bottom of every piece.

Damian! Who dedicates every piece possible to you.

Damian! Who'll never let his boyfriend die, because he'll do everything possible to immortalize his love in something he loves—art.

One of the Bats, or even Clark (thanks to his super hearing) ends up locating their shaking, rocking form. However, thanks to the disgusting amount of fear coursing through them, they turn into what is essentially, a banshee. Scrambling away with wide, haunted eyes, their hands pressing into them once they’re sat upright, before dragging them down their face with a gut wrenching cry. Balling into themselves again while they hyperventilate, their head on their knees with their arms, once again, wrapped tightly around their skull.

Fralalala~.. imagine—Its easier to explain rocket science to your mom rather than explain the new "gig" you've been doing for a piggy bank of extra pocket cash.

And it all goes back to Damian's new interest, if you could call it that, was..uhm..

It was..something.

Its not that entomology's weird, bugs and critters alike are rather interesting and there was nothing wrong with enjoying bugs, even if they weren't everyone's forte!!

But why in goodness name was he putting his fingers, a colossal, tanned monolith of calloused flesh..into their enclosures?

..and just watching them attack him?

"I'm studying defensive postures." He explains flatly, eyes never even flitting boredly towards your direction—locked on watching this green praying mantis raise its arms and follow every movement of his gigantic hand with bulging, shiny beans for eyes.

"..is..this a project?" You ask tentatively, tilting your head slightly.

"No."

Ah..right. Because everyone loves sticking their hands and unguarded limbs before bugs that could be cupped into their palms and bite them!! (..do mantises bite?)

"..shouldn't you wear gloves? Or..something?"

"Irrelevant."

"..you're the expert."

The mantis stands, proudly, sizing up the predator that was damian's hand and looming body that bore holes into the little thing's body. Damian's eyebrows knit tightly. His free right hand crawls towards his open notebook, notes written in neat bullet points, a large section of the page left empty.

That's when he attempts to try and draw said mantis.

..the attempt is rather poor.

You stand, watching the ritual unfold, you peer over the open enclosure and catch how Damian's hand is littered with bites and scratches. So much for safe science..

That's when you notice how..silly the mantis looks.

Its arms are raised like it a diver before plunging into the water..or like how those absolute bears of fathers in every animated movie who only speak in grunts and onomatopoeia-like sound effects look before they give their kids a hug.

..you find yourself replicating this pose too.

You raise your arms, you stick your head out and drift your knees apart. You look stupidly, amusingly silly, and purse your lips as you stare at the mantis that remains transfixed on damians finger.

That's when damian stares at you, and he pauses.

That's that's his eyes widen in melodramatic, prophetic like revelation.

"Stay right there!" Damian pulls his finger out of the enclosure immediately, and collapses before his notebook, beginning to sketch away fervently.

You look at damian, dumbfounded, his eyes catching yours as he notices your arms beginning to lower. "Up!!"

So you stand there, locked in a staring contest between you and a mantis.

What are you even doing anymore..?

Damian's eyes catch between you and the mantis, drawing frantically.

When all is said and done, the enclosure lid clicking back on; you drop your stance, huffing a little. "..so..?" You trail off.

But he simply picks up the enclosure and walks out of the room, leaving you by your lonesome.

And he returns pushing a fistful of cash into your hands. "Be my human reference model. I wish to incorporate animal defensive postures into practical situations."

Ah...very normal.

You stare at him, blinking blankly.

"And you'll be paid handsomely."

"..sure thing, dami."

And that's how you found yourself mimicking bugs every afternoon as he sketches away.

..His new hobbies are certainly one of a kind.

‘Just hang on, okay?’ Kara said as she hauled you to your feet, only to catch you under the armpit before you collapsed to the floor again, a thin layer of sweat had already coated your forehead along with a light dusting of dirt. ‘We’ll get back to the ship and I’ll patch you up.’ She adds as she lets you use her as a crutch, not that would be much of an issue for she was more concerned about the fact that you had a gash in your side form some falling debris, wanting nothing more then to questing you as to why you summoned a shield to protect her but not yourself.

Do you forget she’s kryptonian and can walk off most attacks either ease, but she guessed you didn’t think so clearly when there was a lot of fighting going off nearby. Kara promised herself that she wouldn’t be too mad at you for forgetting the obvious but she couldn’t promise shit when you almost put yourself in danger to keep herself, did all lanterns act like this? Or if it was just you? However right now wasn’t the time to contemplate such things when a armoured figure approached from a distance wielding a battle axe.

‘Your friend dead yet? How weak, why’d the lanterns send their weakest member is suicide.’ The armoured being chuckled which only made Kara mad. You weren’t weak, you were one of the best lanterns the corps had along with Jessica Cruz, Hal Jordan, Kyle Rayner and John Stewart, she just so happened to tag along on your mission, make it finish quicker but now it just seemed as though she dragged your mission out longer by being in the way and making you feel entitled to keep herself safe; making you loose sight of your mission.

‘You talk a lot for someone who looks like a fucking rust bucket.’ Kara spat as she kept you stead when she felt you slip from her grasp.

‘Kara?’ You murmur.

‘I’m right here.’ She says softly to you, eyes looking down at the gash and seeing it get worse rapidly caused her to think of an idea and fast, she brought her fingers to her lips and let out a sharp whistle. Within seconds Krypto was hovering before her, looking at her expectantly before whimpering as he noticed your current state and started licking your hands and face in hopes for a reaction, before whimpering again. ‘Krypto, take them home.’ Kara told the dog and he didn’t need to be told twice and he grabbed you by your suit and quickly fled the battle and back to your ship.

‘Aww bye-bye lantern.’ Kara heard the armoured figure said as she saw them aiming their crossbow at you, feeling the buildup behind her eyes as she let the anger and frustration fuel her into fighting on your behalf as twin laser beams shot from her eyes and hit the chest of the armoured being -denting it- and sending them flying back a good deal from the unnecessary force behind them. Before the armoured being could get back up on their feet Kara grabbed their arm, flung them in the air then flying after them just the punch them in the helmet -denting they too- hard enough to send them plummeting back down to the ground, creating a deep crater. ‘Bye bye tin can.’ Kara said to herself as she flew down and landed a final punch to the armoured beings helm, concaving it completely, before taking off back to the ship after you and Krypto.

You were patched up as best as possible but Krypto still whimpered and nudged his head near your hand now and then for a resection, whereas Kara sat close to you on the bed, holding your other hand and squeezing it periodically and even in morse code that you taught her on a whim. The wound wasn’t severe but yet deep enough to weren’t concerns of infection, Kara didn’t know if she disinfected it in time or there was no possible prevention tactic at all because it was already infected. She took your temp regularly and felt your forehead and palms for signs of clamminess or other concerning matters, other then that she made sure you were comfortable when you woke up, her best hope was to wait for you to wake up, but most times she felt like punching a hole into something but knew you’d scold her for damaging the ship that you’ll inevitably have to fix.

Kara smiled sadly at the aspect of your arguments and how they were often over stupid things that in the long running matter, she smiled at arguments where you would bark about her recklessness and how you didn’t care that she was Kryptonian and how you’d still worry and fret over her regardless much to her charging. She smiled at the moments when you weren’t arguing over petty things and instead taking care of Krypto and playing with him and the times where you’d cook dinner and clean the pots afterwards, she didn’t do much cleaning before you but now she did as it was an excuse to be near you most of the time.

All the memories that flooded her mind a few years slipped from her cheeks as she gripped your hand tighter, squeezing it three times, slow and deliberate to tell you the words she dare not say. ‘I can’t loose you too.’ She whispered through tearful eyes. ‘I just can’t, so just gimme a sign to let me know that you’re alright.’ She adds as she waits for a twitch and scrunch of the nose, anything to let her know that you were either her still. Yet when hours came and went and not even the slightest of movement came from you, she gritted her teeth and was about to move away from you, until you squeezed her hand.

You squeezed her hand three times.

‘I know you’re impatient but geez.’ She heard you say for the first time in forever and could help the light that came back to her eyes as she looked at you.

‘And you? Sleeping about like that while I did all the work.’ Kara joked as she sat back down next to you, leaning in close so she could get a better look at you now that you were back in her life, taking in every aspect of you as she could so that would never go through the idea of loosing you again. You were about to open your mount when Krypto jumped onto the bed and began licking your face, his tail wagging excitedly knowing you were okay. ‘Krypto!’ You cried, trying to bat the excited dog away but failing in doing so. ‘Yeah I’m awake I’m awake, it’s good to see you too buddy.’

Working 9-2-5....imagine—damian's always been open to you, all the time, even for the trivial things.

He just..doesnt want you meeting his family. Under any circumstances. At all.

You're not a bad guy; you're colorful, you're sweet, you're his anti-thesis.

But how would he explain meeting you to any of them?

Not that they'd mind, hell, they let him bring a cow home. A boy is something to sneeze at.

But its just—how you?

He's the grandson of the demon's head, son of the bat.

Youre an obvious, angelic himbo.

As you both hide around the corner, your back against the spray painted alleyway and his against the wall of the local bodega, he peeks his head out just barely, dick was gone—bustling down the street hastily, groceries in his arm to his apartment.

When he looks back, your ramble about one of the new topics your sucked yourself into today never ceases, and he smiles wearily as he guides you both down the pavement once more, away from the direction Dick sped down.

He believes himself to be triumphant again, slinging his arm around your shoulder as he feels his heart swell with pride over his secrecy.

(Back in dick's apartment, he messages Jason and Tim when he sets the groceries down; hey how long r we playing stupid w/ dami's bf again?')