Just thinking about how Bruce would probably meet with anybody on a lower level who stole from Wayne Enterprises and the employee is scared because, well this is Gotham, are they going to get a ballpeen hammer to the knees? Arrested? Blacklisted? And then no, it's Bruce Wayne coming by to ask simply "why?" and he listens, the employee probably gets mad because what does he know about shit like the cost of living or fuel? And he's just nodding and if he gets mad, it's about your shitty landlord upping the rent or the unpaid medical bills you got, and Bruce often doesn't fire you or call in the police? No? He just tells you to head back to work when you feel up to it, apologises if WE made any situation they were in worse and you get a raise too? Those bills are cleared? Therapy to get you through the stress? Absolutely. Just Bruce who cares about his employees and wants to help them.
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Lucius Fox must be having SUCH a bad time if he knows Bruce Wayneās secret identity because now he has to sit through board meetings next to a man who he knows broke sixteen bones between two henchmen last night because they didnāt give Batman the hideout address fast enough but is somehow patient and self-controlled enough to let Lisa from WE Accounting rip into him without even twitching.
Synopsis: Being Bruce Wayneās assistant means handling a huge workload that Jason Todd thinks is easy.
You knew Bruce Wayneās schedule more than you remembered your own birthday.
Which was exactly why it irritated you to no end when someone tried to interfere with it.
āMr. Wayne has a board call in twelve minutes,ā you said calmly, not looking up from your laptop. āIf you need something, I can schedule you for later this afternoon.ā
Silence.
Thenā
āI donāt need to schedule time with him.ā
The voice was deep. Annoyingly confident. Close.
You looked up.
And immediately regretted it.
Because standing in front of your desk was the most irritatingly attractive man you had ever seen.
Dark hair. Green eyes. Expensive suit worn like he hated it. A faint scar near his lip. Broad shoulders. The kind of presence that filled a room whether he tried or not.
You narrowed your eyes,
āAnd you are..?ā
His mouth twitched, āJason.ā
You waited.
You quirked an eyebrow, waiting for him to elaborate.
āJasonā¦?
As he leaned one hand on your desk you straightened up.
āJason Todd.ā
Oh.
Bruceāsā¦ ward. Adopted son. Occasionally missing. Occasionally involved in company affairs. Rumored to be brilliant. Rumored to be difficult.
Rumored to be a nightmare.
āRight. I have heard of you..ā You say tilting your head with a polite smile.
āGood things, I hope.ā He smiled mockingly.
You mockingly smiled back as you stood up, āHm.. Is there anything I can assist you with, Mr. Todd?ā
His eyes flicked to your screen. Then to the color-coded schedule beside you. Then to the stack of briefing folders arranged with precision.
He was assessing you.
āIām here to sit in on the board call,ā he said.
You blinked.
āNo youāre not.ā You chuckle as if heās joking
One eyebrow lifted.
āAnd why not?ā
You grab the files youāre supposed to drop off and begin walking out your office and down the hall.
He follows.
You hear his shoes shuffle behind you faintly through the clicking of your kitten heels.
You smirk.
āBecause,ā you said sweetly, āyouāre not on the attendee list.ā
His step picks up and before you know it, heās beside you.
Then he smiled.
Not friendly.
Challenge.
āI am now.ā
You stop in front of the elevator and click the button. You turn and look at him.
A beat.
āYou canāt just add yourself to a meeting with the board of directors.ā
āI can if Bruce says I can.ā
āBruce isnāt here yet.ā
āHe will be.ā
The elevator dings as the doors slide open. You step in and he follows in suit.
You scoff.
You click the button of the floor the meetings on.
57th Floor.
āAnd when he gets here, Iāll confirm.ā
For a second, neither of you spoke.
It felt like a staring contest.
He leaned closer.
āYou always this territorial?ā
You smiled right back.
āAre you always this entitled?ā
Something sparked in his eyes.
A beat.
Oh.
So he liked fighting.
Good.
Because so did you.
Bruce arrived three minutes later, coffee in hand, already mid-conversation on his phone.
You stepped beside him smoothly, āGood morning. The quarterly projections are in Folder A, investor notes are highlighted, and legal flagged two clauses for review. Alsoāā
You gestured slightly.
āāJason Todd is here requesting access to the board call.ā
Obviously youād assumed that Bruce would say no.
Bruce glanced between you.
Then smiled.
āHeās joining.ā
You froze.
Jason didnāt even try to hide his satisfaction.
You recovered instantly.
āUnderstood,ā you said, professional again. āIāll add him to the documents.ā
Bruce headed inside the conference room.
Jason lingered outside it while you were adding him into the documents on your tablet.
āYou heard the boss,ā he murmured.
You met his eyes, your fingers pausing.
āYes,ā you said quietly. āI did.ā
You glanced inside to see Bruce situating himself at the head of the table.
Then you leaned forward just enough that only he could hear you.
āTry not to embarrass yourself in there.ā
His grin was immediate.
āWorried Iāll outshine you?ā
You smiled back.
āNot remotely.ā
The problem started after the meeting.
Because he was good.
Annoyingly good.
He caught inconsistencies in a financial projection before the CFO did. Proposed a restructuring idea that made two board members actually sit up. Spoke confidently without sounding arrogant.
You hated it.
Mostly because you could tell he was watching your reactions the entire time.
Like he wanted approval.
Or competition.
Or both.
When the meeting ended, executives filtered out, talking numbers and logistics.ļæ¼
You and Bruce had walked out as he talked with an exec about ways to fix inconsistencies.
You were already reorganizing Bruceās afternoon when Jason appeared beside you again.
āYou missed a conflict,ā he said casually.
You didnāt look up.
āI didnāt.ā
āThree-thirty donor call overlaps with transit time to the gala venue.ā
You paused.
Checked.
ā¦Damn it.
Traffic estimate update.
You corrected it quickly.
āFixed,ā you said.
He crossed his arms.
āI couldāve handled that.ā
You finally looked at him,
āIām sure you couldāve.ā
āYou think I canāt do your job?ā
āI think,ā you said pleasantly, āyou donāt understand my job.ā
His jaw shifted slightly.
āWhat even is your job. Scheduling?ā
You stared at him and put your tablet beneath your arm.
āI manage a multinational CEOās life,ā you said evenly. āI coordinate executives across time zones, prevent legal disasters before they happen, maintain investor relationships, organize philanthropy initiatives, anticipate crises, and ensure this company runs smoothly enough that Mr. Wayne can focus on strategy instead of logistics.ā
A beat.
Thenā
āBut yes,ā you added sweetly, āthereās also scheduling.ā
āDoesnāt sound too hard..ā Jason huffed out as he began walking over towards Bruce.
You look up at him annoyed, āThen you do it.ā
He froze and turned to face you with a dry chuckle, āIām sorry.ā He started towards you, āYou want me, Jason Todd, to do Y/N Y/L/Nās job for her because..?ā
āYouāre belittling my job and I would like to see how you act about it when itās your burden..ā You cross your arms with your tablet to your chest.
He smirks.
His throat bobs as he opens his mouth to speak.
āA challenge.. Alright Sunshine, letās do it.ā
AU where the mayor of Gotham retires or dies or something, and the Batsiblings decide it would be funny if they ran for mayor. Except they donāt run as their civilian identities, but as theyāre vigilante ones.
Dick wonāt 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 heās āa childā, 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 Wayneās taxes. His second is to ban Lex Luthor from entering the city. Someone tries to tell him itās illegal to do that and he justā¦ 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 itās never anything serious and most Gothamites watch in amusement as the scene unfolds.
Like just imagine:
Jason, dressed as RH: Youāre 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 shouldāve 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 Dickās 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 doesnāt 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 Luthorās birthday becomes Gothamās Official āFuck Lex Luthor Dayā.
Then comes Jasonās most popular decision to date, he has The Joker reassessed mentally, and when heās found as sane he pushes for the death penalty to be given (not that he really needed to - it was going in that direction already). He almost expects an angry lecture or fight with Bruce to occur, but Bruce just looks at him and says, quietly, āYouāve done a beautiful job, son, I couldnāt be more proud.ā
Jason: Do you think we donāt give Gothamites enough credit?
Damian: What do you mean?
Jason: Like-Like they arenāt stupid. They canāt 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 oneās ever thought ā maybe Bās trying to take over the city?ā
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. Bās 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 ā Wayne Tech rose toyā.
Jason: *cackling*
Dick: HEāS COOKING. WHY IS GOTHAMāS MOST BELOVED BILLIONAIRE INVESTING IN SHIT YOU SELL AT SPENCERāS.
Tim: Itās 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 Iām the one thatās 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: Iām still baffled as to why he did that.
Dick: *nonchalantly* To convince people that heās 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 couldnāt 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 heās loose. Nightwing, headed your way!
Dick: COME HERE. DONāT MAKE ME CHASE YOU WHILE I LAUGH.
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We know every Bat has their Wayne persona, their own customised Brucie Wayne. A family-habit/requirement that Damian absolutely hates when he first joins the galas and the press nonsense. But imagine an older Damian (thinking late teens-early twenties type) whoās become more comfortable with exploring his identity finally making his own persona.
Damian, whoās 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! Itās a pleasure to be able to get you on our show, youāve certainly been a slippery man!
Damian softly chuckling: Ah yes, unfortunately Iāve 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, heād slip away remaining a mystery to rich kids community. That was until he started showing up, listening attentively.
Random Heir: And obviously I couldnāt stand my autumn Paris trip cancelledā-
Damian tilts his head, eyelashes fluttering, devastatingly patient: That must have been disappointing.
Random Heir (cheeks reddening and immediately flustering): Yeahā I meanā 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! Itās been so long! Youāve grown so much!
Socialite 2: Yes yes, weāve heard a lot about your artwork, seems like youāre paving quite the future!
Damian softly with a small smile: Ah good evening to you both. Iām still learning, but Iām grateful for the opportunities Iāve been given.
Socialite 1 (literally melting): Oh how sweet youāve 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 doesnāt only extend this to galas and interviews but everywhere.
Tim bursting into Damianās room: Damian, cut the nonsense.
Damian unbothered, not even looking up: Iām afraid I donāt know what you mean, Drake.
Tim: Stop with your public persona, I beg you.
Damian: Why? Everyone has one?
Tim who canāt handle people simping over his baby brother: Damian I swear if I get another edit of you on my TikTok FYP swoon about how sweet, handsome and elegant you are Iām actually going to kill myself.
pg13 šāāļø Inspired by the song āAyo Technologyā by 50 Cent
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Damian stares as he watches your his sway, and your legs move as you dance to the music playing at tonightās gala. Youāre smiling softly, with a glass of champagne in your hand as the band plays a jazzy song.
āDamian,ā You call out, your free hand grabbing his own. You pull him closer, and he complies, moving to grip your hips. Heās 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.
āYou are.. Doing this on purpose,ā Damian murmurs, eyes tracking the movement of your hips despite himself.
āDoing what?ā 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.
āYouāve rendered me compromised,ā he adds, voice low, almost amused.
You smile, resting a hand lightly against his shoulder. āFunny. You donāt look like youāre complaining.ā
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 youāre having on him.
āFor the record,ā Damian says, leaning closer so only you can hear, āthis is entirely your fault.ā
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 hasnāt left them. āCome. Before I make the mistake of requesting another dance.ā
You take his arm, heart light. āCareful,ā you tease. āYou might enjoy yourself.ā
Damian allows a light smile.āØāWith you,ā he says, guiding you through the crowd, āI already have.ā
