#maydayfoxface

so leave a brotp/platonic ship in my ask and i’ll tell you:

who steals french fries off the other’s plate: BOTH MAN. THEY’RE NOTORIOUS FOR IT

who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple: I feel like Lena would, but just kisses his cheek. That or she mines gagging

who has to bust or bail the other out of jail: CHARLIE GETS LENA. He’s the only one who won’t kick her ass into next week.

who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues: Again, Charlie gives Lena. He’s the one who taught her all men fear sleeping on the couch 😂

who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes: Probably Charlie. But he’d get the kids to do it so he won’t be blamed

who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk: CHARLIE BECAUSE HES A BIGGER BABY THAN LENA

who starts and who wins the pillow fights: CHARLIE starts, Lena wins. But only because he’s too busy laughing

who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush: FUCKING. CHARLIE. ONCE HE GETS USED TO HER AND HOTH HES SO GOING TO TEASE THEM MERCILESSLY

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Damian was horrified, he didn’t know what to expect when he decided to listen to his classmates rambling. It wasn’t like he had done  so in the past, and he considered most of what they had to say as rubbish but at the mention of Santa Claus he had perked up, taking the time to intrude into their conversation.

That was when everything went to hell, one girl had mentioned seeing her mom kissing Santa Claus, which prompted another classmate to talk about his one experience in that situation. Soon the whole class was recounting tells of Santa kissing their moms or sometimes even their daddy’s.

It was in that instant that Damian came to a couple of conclusions; first, Santa was a serial molester; Second, he targeted mother’s or at least people who took on the maternal role in the family.

Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem, Talia would kill there’d suited man before he even thought of approaching her and there wasn’t anybody in his family that fit that role. However, there was one person that could possibly count and with a growing sense a dread Damian realized that Sam was in danger.

It was obvious that she would the fat jolly old man’s next target; while she technically wasn’t their mom, Sam defiantly fitted all the requirements of a motherly figure. She cooked, always provided him and his siblings a form of comfort, tucked him into bed and tell him stories, and most importantly of all she was dating his father, a strong indicator of her kind and loving nature.

Damian was no fool, and while he looked up too and admired his father he knew that Sam could do better when it came to terms of securing a romantic relationship, but instead she chose his.  , and he knew this would propel Santa to see her as the perfect conquest to his series of affairs.

It was with that thought that Damian came to a decision, he was going to kill Santa Claus

“Bruce told me that you’ve become interested in Santa,” Sam said as she picked him up from school. “If there’s something you’re really interested in, you can write a letter to Santa and I’ll give it to him personally.”

Damian froze at words, it had been days since he found out about Santa’s evil ways, and while he still hadn’t been able to come up with a plan to stop him, he knew that Sam meeting him so early could only lead to disaster.

“No, I don’t want you to deliver a letter to him,” he said with a shake of his head. “I plan on speaking to him personally.”

“Oh, so you want to see him at the mall,” Sam replied. “I can take you there tomorrow, after I get off from work.”

Damian narrowed his eyes, “He’s at the mall,” he asked, a small frown on his face. This was an unexpected development, but it all made sense, Santa would need a wider range to pick out his targets.

“Yes, he’s there every year,” Sam said stopping the car. “I’m surprised you haven’t seen him before…” her voice trailed off as she stopped the engine.

Sam shook her head, before opening up the car door. “Come on, let’s get your father before he works himself into a comma.”

Damian nodded his head, barely paying attention to Sam’s words, a plan was already forming in his mind.  

“Tomorrow”, he thought with a smile. “Tomorrow, I’ll kill Santa.”

To say Damian was excited, would be an understatement, he was so close to completing his mission and ending Santa’s reign of terror.

Sam had picked him up, just like she had promised and it wasn’t long before they had pulled into the Gotham’s mall.

Sam had chatted about any and everything on their way to Santa Claus, and Damian could feel his love for the woman grow. If he had any hesitations about killing Santa before, they were easily banished and replaced with a warm protectiveness for his new mother. Santa would take this person away from him, and for that exact reason he had to die.

The plan was simple enough, he would sit on the old fool’s lap and when he bent down down to hear what Damian wanted for christmas, he’ll slit the man’s throat with the knife in his pocket.

It would be a easy victory. Sam might be a little horrified when he killed the man, but was she knew that it was to protect her, she’ll understand.

However, he didn’t count on Sam noticing the glint of the knife as he pulled it out of his pocket, and he defiantly didn’t count on her grabbing him at the last moment before he could cut Santa’s throat.

Sam held him tightly to her both, blocking the knife from an curious onlookers, she gave Santa and his elves a tight lip smile and a quick apology before making her way outside.

She didn’t stop until they made it to the car, and she didn’t say a word until the had pulled out the parking not away from the possibilities of murdering Santa’s.

“We’re going to your father’s office, and when we get there you’re going to explain to us why you attempted to murder Santa Claus,” her voice was calm but her grip on the steering wheel was enough to murder a man.

Damian pouted at her words, not only was his chance to kill Santa was taken away, and now Sam was mad at him or worse disappointed.

Bruce expected a lot of things when his girlfriend marched in with his disappointed son, maybe he found out Santa was really just an old smelly guy or Santa wasn’t  available today because he was sick.

He never expected to hear that his youngest son had attempted to murder Santa Claus, and he never expected to guess his reasoning was to protect his adopted mother from whom believed to be a serial molester.

If the situation wasn’t so serious he would’ve  laugh, but instead stilled his face face into a neutral expression, as he tried to explain that Santa wasn’t a molester that targeted people in committed relationships.

However, Sam beat him to the punch, “Damian I understand your concern but the situation has already been handled.”

“It has?” Damian asked, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion, “But what about all those parents?”

“The man targeting those people wasn’t the real Santa, he was an imposter who used Santa’s name to carry out his evil actions,” Sam lied. “The Justice League captured him last year, so you don’t have to worry about him coming after me.”

Damian frowned at the explanation, it explained everything but he still had to be sure. “So, Santa isn’t going to take you away?,” he asked slowly.

“Correct, but if you’re still concerned, you can come sleep with me and your father on Christmas eve,” she said. “To ensure that I’m fully protected.”

Damian nodded his head, a new plan was already forming in his head on how to make sure that Sam was perfectly protected inside their home.

Without saying a word Damian got up from his chair, and left the office he would need to get supplies if this was going to be successful.

It wasn’t until the door closed behind him that Bruce started laughing, Sam gave him a glare, her hands placed on her hips as he continued to laugh.

“That is not funny,” she said. “I almost had a heart attack when I saw the knife and Damian could have actually killed him.”

“But he didn’t,” Bruce said tugging on her arm gently until she sat on his lap. “Besides, I find it really adorable that he wanted to protect you.”

“Of course you would,” Sam mumbled, “It’s not like you have to deal with him trying to cut Santa’s throat.”

Wes had just been cleaning up after having made the two a big breakfast, and would have startled if he wasn’t so used to Shaylee in the house nowadays. 

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Ari had always considered her mother's stories to be nothing but fantasies, something that can be explained by the hyperactive imagination of a woman who had never truly learned how to outgrow her childhood.

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As a Bruce looked at the witch perform her spell, it was at that moment that he realized that he was going to die; he had underestimated her powers and now he and his family was going to pay the ultimate price. As the light in her hand grew brighter, Bruce closed his eyes, praying to god that the witch would at least spare his children. The next time he opened his eyes, Sam shot the beam of energy at him.

Bruce woke to the feeling of soft satin sheets and a washcloth being gently pressed up against his forehead.

“You're lucky that I didn't kill.”

His eyes shot open at those words and he came face to face with the witch that had threatened him earlier. He wanted to grab her by the neck and rip her throat out but his body wouldn't move and he realized that the witch had a smile on her face.

“Don't worry about your lack of body movement, it's just a small spell that I placed on you until I could determine if you're a threat or not,” She said placing the washcloth back into the bowl.

“Your children are out hunting with Damian, they probably won't be back for another hour” She stated looking down at the vampire. “That gives me enough time to probe your mind and determine your fate.”

Sam place her hand on Bruce's head, “I would advise you to relax,” her eyes rolled to the back of her head. “This hurts a lot.”

Damian didn't know what to think of his siblings, his mom had seemed slightly on edge when she introduced him to them and when he had asked about his- no their father, she had given him a strained smile before telling them to go off hunting.

His siblings had agreed willingly to the suggestion, and Damian had a sinking suspicion that their lack of protest had a lot to do with Sam’s power.

He wondered what his mom was discussing with his father, they had never talked about his biological family and honestly Damian didn’t want to know about them. Even when Sam had offered to search for information on his family he had refused, it didn't matter who his father was; he had his mom and that's was the only thing that had matter.

Now he found himself standing in the middle of the forest with his mind-controlled siblings, and suddenly everything had become confusing.

Overall they were nice and even Damian had to admit that he saw a physical family resemblance between them, but that's where it ended. He didn't know anything about them, and the only thing that he could be certain off was that they shared the same father, everything was mystery that he would have to figure out for himself.

“So you lived with a witch?” The question brought Damian out of his musings and he stared at Clary with a blank expression before replying.

“Yes I've lived with a witch,” he said. Narrowing get his eyes at the girl, he gave her a small glare, “is that a problem?”

“Of course not,” Dick quickly rushed in to stop the situation from going down hill. “It’s just weird, witches are hunters of the supernatural.”

“We honestly expected to find half dead from tortured or something,” Clary added. “However, not only had she been taking care of you, she  also decided to name you as her heir.”

“Of course she did,” Damian said puffing out chest in pride. “I'm her son and highly skilled at using magic.”

Tim scrunched up his nose, “She teaching you how to use magic? Why would you need that you're already a vampire.”

“Well I'm joining her coven in about a week, so I need to know magic in order to be a proper member,” Damian shrugged.

There was no response after the words left his mouth, the children just stared at him a mixture of horror and fear on their faces.

“When they finally made it back to the castle, they were greeted by Sam and Bruce. Sam had a smile on her face but Bruce like kind of sick and he kept shooting Sam suspicious glances.

“Did you guys have a good hunt?” Sam asked, once they were close enough. “Or should I give you more time.”

“No, we’re fine,” Damian replied, sensing his siblings hesitation to answer.

Sam clapped her hands, “Good! I've talked to your father and we both agreed that it would be for the best if you got to know your family before coming to a decision.”

Bruce nodded his head, “So we'll be staying here for the summer, and Damian will decide if he wants to stay with Sam or come live with us.”

“I've already sent someone out to alert Alfred and bring back your clothing; However, until they arrive I've already contacted a seamstress to get you fitted in new clothes.”

The children wanted to protest at the strange demands but one look from Bruce silenced them.

“Okay, now that's out of the way I'll show you guys to your room,” Sam replied breaking the tense silence. “I hope you guys don't mind the decor.”

“Mom is everything okay?” Damian asked as he crawled into Sam’s bed. Normally he would try to sleep in his own room, but on nights like these he found it better to take comfort in his guardian’s warm embrace.

“No,” the word rolled off her tongue in a whisper, for a moment she had considered lying to him but she knew that would only make him irritated.

Damian frowned at her response, “Is it because of the arrival of my family or your magic?”

“And little bit of both,” she admitted letting out a small sigh. “Your father's unexpected arrival has caused me to be slightly...stressed, and my mental state affects my ability to control magic,” she explained.

“I'm sorry.”

“Don't be, I'm just little worried about losing you to them,” she said gathering him in her arms. “I might be a witch but I can't force you to stay with me, so the thought that they can take you scares me.”

“But I'm not leaving you for them,” Damian wrinkled his nose at the thought.

“You might think that now but even if have to admit that there is a lot more they could offer you than I can,” Sam said. “Especially when it comes to being a vampire.”

“So what, you're the one that raised me,” Damian stated, “even if I want to know more about my own kind that doesn't mean I'm leaving you?”

Sam gave him a small smile, “promise?”