#wayne enterprises

Jason Todd x Bruce’s Assistant!Reader | PT: 1

Synopsis: Being Bruce Wayne’s assistant means handling a huge workload that Jason Todd thinks is easy.

Dick won’t stop pouting because the people of Gotham refuse to vote for someone from Bludhaven, Tim is incredibly offended that he ends up tied with Dick for last place, Damian is smug that he beat Tim and indignant that people refuse to vote for him because he’s “a child”, and Jason preens but is internally panicking as more and more people vote for him. He wins by a landslide.

His first act as mayor is to increase Bruce Wayne’s taxes. His second is to ban Lex Luthor from entering the city. Someone tries to tell him it’s illegal to do that and he just… walks away. Eventually he starts to get a hang of this whole mayor thing and ends up working with Wayne Enterprises to strengthen housing and construction in poorer neighborhoods, he gives teachers raises, encourages trade school and alternative routes for henchmen, he adds diversity and inclusivity courses to public schools, safety programs and gas masks are made more accessible, and he reinforces the security and integrity of Arkham.

Of course there are still times where he misuses his power a little bit, but it’s never anything serious and most Gothamites watch in amusement as the scene unfolds.

Like just imagine:

Jason, dressed as RH: You’re not allowed in, you know what you did.

Dick, standing outside the Gates of Gotham, giving his best pouty expression in his Nightwing gear: Please, Hood! I promised Robin I would take him to the zoo after patrol!

Jason: You should’ve thought about that before you ate the last cookie Agent A made.

Dick, now wailing: This is abuse of power! Cruel and unusual punishment! I demand a lawyer!

Of course there are also the times when Jason decides to do something nice for his siblings, except it just ends up confusing the fuck out of everyone else in Gotham. On Dick’s birthday, he announces that there is now an Official Animal of Gotham, and most people are expecting a bat, or maybe a bird, or hell even a crocodile. Everyone except for Dick, Bruce, and Alfred are confused when it ends up being an elephant instead. Jason also decides to unveil plans for a Gotham Animal Sanctuary on the same exact day. Everyone is even more surprised when Nightwing jumps on Hood, entrapping him in an octopus hug as their mayor flails around trying to pry him off. It doesn’t work and Batman has to pick Dick up by the scruff of his neck to get him off.

There are also some of the odder, but somewhat sensible laws that are passed. Condiments are banned during the holidays and in schools (Condiment King could be heard sobbing throughout Gotham when this proclamation aired). No one is allowed to dress as clowns for any circumstance. The sewers are off limits to everyone except maintenance/construction workers, who must carry guns on them at all times. Lex Luthor’s birthday becomes Gotham’s Official “Fuck Lex Luthor Day”.

* a quiet night on a roof-top in Crime Alley*

Jason: Do you think we don’t give Gothamites enough credit?

Damian: What do you mean?

Jason: Like-Like they aren’t stupid. They can’t be. They live in Gotham, they have to have some sort of intelligence to survive-

Damian: Roaches can survive nuclear bombs. They are quite intelligent insects.

Jason: *continuing* Wayne Enterprises has companies in fucking everything from medical to plumbing. W.E is to Gotham what Samsung is to South Korea. No one’s ever thought ‘ maybe B’s trying to take over the city?’

Damian: Are you-Do you have the suspicion that Father may be on the cusp of being discovered?

Jason: Think about it. You get off work at your Martha Wayne Foundation job, ride your Wayne Tech scooter home, and use your Wayne Tech rose toy for the evening. *cackling*

Damian: WHAT THE FUCK.

Jason: The Brucie specialty edition one.

Damian: *flabbergasted* Run that last part for me one more time.

Jason: * laughing* Watching your city be terrorized on your Wayne TV.

Damian: You think that because Father is such a philanthropist and involved citizen, a person using a sex toy from his company will somehow come to the realization that he is Batman?

Jason: Yeah.

Damian: Makes sense, yeah. I see it.

* comm line pings*

Tim: *Grunting, the sound of scraping metal can be heard* GODDAMN THIS GUY IS FUCKING HEAVY.

Dick: *laughing* Red Robin just got squashed by a thief. He tried jumping off the roof and missed, fell onto poor Timmy down below.

Jason and Damian: *laughing*

Tim: *grumbling* Can't believe I weaseled my way into this job.

Jason: Oracle, please tell me you got that shit on video.

Oracle: Oh absolutely. I don't miss a thing, I'll send it to you.

Tim: Bullies. Absolute bullies.

Damian: Why don't we ask them about your conspiracy theory, Akhi?

Dick: Huh? What conspiracy theory?

Jason: That don't people in Gotham put two and two together? W.E is responsible for so much product and no one realizes that's suspicious as shit?

Tim: You know-He has a fair point. B’s outreach is pretty expansive.

Damian: That is not what you said at all. He said that an individual would most likely figure out this theory by using a ‘ Wayne Tech rose toy’.

Jason: *cackling*

Dick: HE’S COOKING. WHY IS GOTHAM’S MOST BELOVED BILLIONAIRE INVESTING IN SHIT YOU SELL AT SPENCER’S.

Tim: It’s all coming together.

Jason: You know- Theory aside. Who, out of all of us, is the most likely to spill the beans about B being Batman?

Damian: Grayson. Are you genuinely asking? This man has screamed our secret identities out into the open multiple times. It is a miracle that Father's double life has remained intact for so long.

Dick: You just said my name but I’m the one that’s going to slip up?

Tim: Bro-You went into that 24-hour cafe downtown as Nightwing and when the barista asked for your name, you said " Yeah just put Grayson. Thanks."

Damian: Jesus Christ.

Jason: OH MY GOD. DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN BRUCE GYRATED AT THE ICEBERG LOUNGE *cackling* DANCED IN HIS UNDERWEAR ON TOP OF THE ICE SCULPTURE OF A PENGUIN.

Dick: *audibly smiling* To keep up his Brucie Wayne persona. I remember it. *laughing* Alfred couldn't maintain eye contact with him for a few days after.

Tim: I’m still baffled as to why he did that.

Dick: *nonchalantly* To convince people that he’s just a pretty boy with a ton of money and not a furry fighting crime.

Tim: No-I understand that. But did the clothes really have to come off? He couldn’t just pretend to be blackout drunk?

Damian: So if anyone suspects my identity, I'm just suppose to start stripping?

Jason: *laughing*

Dick: *wheezing* Or pretend to be blackout drunk like Tim suggested.

Tim: Oh yeah-The 13 year old is just drunk at the- Shit he’s loose. Nightwing, headed your way!

Damian, who’s been avoiding public appearances since his angry little rich kid era, decides to be the most docile, charming, humble, young man ever.

Interviewer: So Damian Wayne! It’s a pleasure to be able to get you on our show, you’ve certainly been a slippery man!

Damian softly chuckling: Ah yes, unfortunately I’ve been quite busy with school and all, my apologies for delaying our meeting for so long.

Interviewer, who went into the interview after researching Damian expecting a curt nod or a scowl, stunned by a soft chuckle:

Back in the day, when he had to interact with fellow heirs, he’d slip away remaining a mystery to rich kids community. That was until he started showing up, listening attentively.

Random Heir: And obviously I couldn’t stand my autumn Paris trip cancelled—-

Damian tilts his head, eyelashes fluttering, devastatingly patient: That must have been disappointing.

Random Heir (cheeks reddening and immediately flustering): Yeah— I mean— yes. Exactly.

Damian who starts speaking extremely politely whenever approached by High Society members, who used to coo at his likeness to Bruce and were promptly glared at back in the day.

Socialite 1: Ah, Damian! It’s been so long! You’ve grown so much!

Socialite 2: Yes yes, we’ve heard a lot about your artwork, seems like you’re paving quite the future!

Damian softly with a small smile: Ah good evening to you both. I’m still learning, but I’m grateful for the opportunities I’ve been given.

Socialite 1 (literally melting): Oh how sweet you’ve become!

You have forums, comments, videos of people on social media talking about how Damian has matured and become a darling and how smart, soft-spoken, an handsome he is because guess what, he doesn’t only extend this to galas and interviews but everywhere.

Tim bursting into Damian’s room: Damian, cut the nonsense.

Damian unbothered, not even looking up: I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean, Drake.

Tim: Stop with your public persona, I beg you.

Damian: Why? Everyone has one?

Pairing - Damian Wayne x afab! reader

pg13 🙂‍↕️ Inspired by the song ‘Ayo Technology’ by 50 Cent

This request by @supercheesygarlicbread

notes- hello!! thank you so much for this request I love this song so much- i really enjoyed writing this !! I appreciate your support a lot 😽 I’m assuming this is for an afab reader, but as always, lmk if I got anything wrong ‼️

Damian stares as he watches your his sway, and your legs move as you dance to the music playing at tonight’s gala. You’re smiling softly, with a glass of champagne in your hand as the band plays a jazzy song.

“Damian,” You call out, your free hand grabbing his own. You pull him closer, and he complies, moving to grip your hips. He’s completely mesmerized by the way you move, his usual sharp composure momentarily forgotten. His grip tightens just enough to ground himself, fingers settling at your hips as if he was afraid you might disappear if he lets go.

You move with a flawless confidence, every sway deliberate and fluid, drawing his attention no matter how hard he tries to look anywhere else.

“You are.. Doing this on purpose,” Damian murmurs, eyes tracking the movement of your hips despite himself.

“Doing what?” you ask innocently, tilting your head as you step closer, the space between you shrinking.

Distracting him, clearly. Your body moves in time with the music, smooth and rhythmic, and Damian feels utterly caught. Like every calculated thought has slipped through his fingers. For someone trained to maintain control at all times, the sensation is.. unsettling. And intoxicating.

“You’ve rendered me compromised,” he adds, voice low, almost amused.

You smile, resting a hand lightly against his shoulder. “Funny. You don’t look like you’re complaining.”

He exhales, a quiet sound of surrender, and finally allows himself to follow your lead. The gala fades into a blur of lights and sound, the crowd nothing more than a distant presence. All he can focus on is you. The way you move, the confidence in your step, the way you look at him like you know exactly what effect you’re having on him.

“For the record,” Damian says, leaning closer so only you can hear, “this is entirely your fault.”

You laugh softly, the song coming to a slow stop as the band eases into silence. Applause ripples through the room, snapping the moment back into place. Damian straightens, composure returning, but his hand lingers just a second longer than necessary before letting go.

He offers you his arm, eyes sharp again, though the warmth hasn’t left them. “Come. Before I make the mistake of requesting another dance.”

You take his arm, heart light. “Careful,” you tease. “You might enjoy yourself.”

Dpxdc Prompt #33

Look, Danny likes Batman.

He lives in Gotham and he doesn't want to die (the rest of the way) so obviously he's a least a little fond of the man and his family. In fact, Danny was a vigilante at one point himself so he knows how much effort the Bat puts into keeping the city safe and has appreciation for him.

He would like the vigilante even more if he didn't have deal with the stupid excuses for every time something happens to the Waynes during their nightlife.

Because Danny, like a fool, took the job of Head of PR at Wayne Enterprises.

Before him, no one had been able to hold the position for more than two weeks without quitting. The only reason Danny's been doing it for a year is because he's a Fenton and Fenton don't quit!

Plus a combination of admiration, coffee, and spite.