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Bruce Wayne / Batmom:

- My Lovely (Batmom)

- When did you Learn Kryptonian? (Batmom)

- Tim's Mother: 1 , 2 , 3

- Witch Mother 1 , 2

- Kiddie Squabbles (Batmom)

- Shapeshift Mother (Batmom)

- Mama Bear (Batmom)

- Jaybin (Batmom)

- Cuddle Puddle (Batmom)

- Chandelier Gym (Batmom - Dickbin)

- Bluebird (Batmom - Dickbin)

- Disgusting (ft. Wally West, Batmom)

Dick Grayson:

- Seductive Villain

- Clingy

- Proposal

- Friendship Bracelet

- Ceramic Shards and flowers: 1 , 2

Jason Todd:

- Is this Murder?

- Surprise Engagement: 1 , 2 , 3

- Parrot

- Surprise Attack

- Nerf War

- Sharp Smile and Sharper Tongue

- Concussed Confession

- Grenades and Crime lords: 1 , 2

- Wallet Picture

- Sibling Tax

- Twilight

- Pregnancy

- Heartrate Monitor

- Drunk Marriage

Tim Drake:

- Gloved Ring

- Only For A Moment

- Genuis or Insane?

- Sugar Daddy

- Godly Protection

- Touch Repulsed

- Unbelievably Oblivious

- Kidnapped Wedding: 1 , 2

- Military Love

- Night-time Routine

- Forbidden Fruit

- Love in Paradise

- What it Takes to Fall Asleep

Cassandra Cain:

- Healing of the Soul

- Girlfriends

- Angel

Damian Wayne (Aged Up):

- Are You Missing Something?

- Zoologist

- Bandages and Kisses

- Baby Goat (Platonic, Robin Era)

- Sword to the Throat

- Idiot

- Operation Quack (Platonic, Robin Era)

- Academic Rivalry

- Meddlesome Birds

- I Sleep Better with You

Talia Al Ghul:

- Pathetic

- Stepmother

- Gun for Hire

Wally West:

The Bells are Ringing: 1 , 2

- Don't Be Mad

Duke Thomas:

- Shadows and Daggers

- Hide!

Batsib:

- Dirty Laundry

- Invisible Sister

- Raising the Dead Legally

- Tim is too Curious

- I'm going to kill you, Timmothy Jackson Drake!

Terry McGinnis:

The birds, Damian found out, were the best wingmen on the planet. They knew and said everything about you when Damian asked in their familiar broken sentences. Damian listened like the birds hadn’t tried to get him a date with you and they were simply trying to help. Damian learned that you loved to sing with them and felt his face grow hot when Coconut croaked,

“Mate forever.”

Forever was sounding better and better the more he got to know you as well. Damian had not considered what loving the birds would do to him.

He felt out of place in his most breathable dress shirt and slacks despite the heat. He didn't even know why he dressed so formally when he knew for a fact you wouldn't be nearly as prepared for anything romantic. Why would you be? You were supposed to be stuck at a bird sanctuary for the next three months with minimal human interaction. You probably didn't have anything fancier than a pair of shorts and a nice t-shirt.

This was why Damian was not surprised in the slightest when you arrived looking like you weren't prepared in the slightest for anything fancier than street food and sitting on whatever surface was still available in the busy streets.

Despite all of this, you looked beautiful in your casual clothes with your messy hair that had become akin to its own bird nest. You wore comfortable clothes because you knew the humidity was going to kill you if you didn't, and Damian had never felt so out of place.

Nonetheless, Damian still found himself speechless when he finally saw you approach. He stared at you as you walked to him. The sun highlighted you like you were an avian deity coming from the sky rather than an exhausted zoologist who was already sweating in the scorching heat.

Damian’s eyes only diverted from you because one of your birds (who seemed to have an attitude) shoved him with its head and squawked rather impatiently. You laughed at your very opinionated bird and carefully pet the top of its head before it flew off. It had done it’s job. You rubbed hand sanitizer onto your hands before you gently took Damian's hand inside yours and gave him a smile that he wished he could burn into his memory. His hand lifted yours and kissed it gently. 

“Shall we, beloved?”

Damian asked while offering his arm for you to hold after you dropped his hand. You timidly accepted his arm and asked in a genuinely curious voice,

“Aren’t you scared of disease?”

You know that you would be if a borderline stranger with a bird obsession pet the animal in a small rescue. Damian shook his hand and explained,

“I saw you use hand sanitizer after petting the bird.”

You always use hand sanitizer after touching the animals even if they weren’t diagnosed with a disease.  There were several bird diseases that could be transferred to humans shockingly easily, and you weren’t about to accidentally give him a disease if it could be completely avoided.

Damian started walking smoothly with you holding his arm lightly. You looked at Damian like he was a new bird in your care and you needed time to learn about him. Damian tried not to let the look get to him. What could he expect after you spent so many months working exclusively with birds and coworkers who you have known your entire career. You probably haven’t seen a stranger for longer than it takes to make a grocery run.

“Where are you taking me?”

You finally asked after a long stretch of silence. Damian had thought long and hard. Where does he take someone whose whole life was dedicated to animals and didn’t seem to care much about a relationship in a country he had never been to before? He spent a long time thinking about what you would love and what would be true to who he is as a person.

“I may have pulled some strings.”

Damian did not elaborate despite your pestering. He merely gave you a smirk that screamed confidence in his decision. You tried not to pout, but he made it very difficult when he looked so smug with your never-ending questions. You grumbled half-heartedly after another long pause,

“You’re worse than my birds.”

Damian snickered, but he took it as a compliment. You loved those birds more than anything in the world. He would even bet that you would happily die taking care of those birds, and he would be right. You loved your avian friends more than you liked people most days, and that is exactly why Damian knew you would love this date.

Damian did not waste a single second when it came to this date, and he knew that it showed by the time you realised what you were looking at and the experience you were never going to forget.

Damian helped you out of the car while closely monitoring your expressions. He had taken you to a marine animal rescue after paying off the main director for a private tour of the veterinary portion and all of the rescue exhibits.

You gasped and grabbed his hand to drag him quickly to the manatees in their tanks. Damian subconsciously smiled at your excitement. His eyes softened as he looked at the way you lit up while surrounded by animals.

“The manatees are blind, but they respond well with water vibrations.”

You heard a voice informed you like it was the most obvious solution to their vision problem. You quickly hid behind Damian and whirled around in surprise. Damian tried not to be offended that you would feed him to the wolves metaphorically and instead felt flattered that you saw him as a protector without a second thought.

“Beloved, this is our tour guide and the lead veterinarian.”

You hesitantly stepped out from behind him, but you still gripped his hand so tightly that Damian thought you would break his hand if you were startled again. Damian looked at you and then at your conjoined hands. He felt a warmth spread inside his chest and it looked like you felt similarly. You felt your face heat up when Damian lightly kissed the back of your hand like he couldn’t resist the urge.

Next up were the manta rays swimming with fins or tails that were deformed in one way or another. With one look, you knew all of the effort and work that the workers put into physical therapy to help the beautiful creature survive.

“They were born with the deformities.”

You nodded along to his every word, but kept your thoughts to yourself. Damian wrapped his arm around you to remind you of his silent, comforting presence. You leaned into the embrace with no desire to leave now that you were nestled into his side.

Your hand finally released the crushing pressure that you had on Damian’s hand and soothingly rubbed your thumb against his knuckles and joints as a silent apology, which Damian accepted. Damian kissed your forehead in response when the veterinarian turned her back to face the next exhibit.

You looked at Damian like you were recalculating a future and finally adding Damian into it. Damian, steadfast and comforting in a silent way that didn’t need to be spoken in order to be felt. You thought about what a future with his warm, quiet love would be. 

Damian was quietly thinking the exactly same thoughts. You were caring, sassy, and took no nonsense from rich jerks. You were perfect. You loved animals more than you loved people. You dedicated months if not years of your life to animal rescues and rehabilitation to the point that you became a leading avian researcher.

You loved and protected your birds like they were your children. If that is the love that he could expect from you, then what would make him hesitate? He realised that it was a fear of rejection. Rejection from this beautiful, brilliant, and kind person who he was quickly growing to love.

Damian looked at you and knew that you were it. You were exactly the person he was looking for his entire life without ever knowing it. He opened his mouth then closed it. Damian’s voice was shaky and quiet when the words finally came to him, but there wasn’t any hesitation in his words,

“I want every bird in the world to know you are mine. Do you accept these terms?”

That sure was a way to ask such an important question. You didn’t seem disappointed at all, however. You actually seemed to enjoy the way he spoke even if it did sound awkward at times. Who are you to judge what is awkward when your best friend is a bird? You gave him a look that screamed mischief and a wink before squawking,

“Mate. Approved.”

Jason grumbled while looking away. Bruce had been wrapped around you like a draped cape with his face buried in your neck for the past five minutes and his arms only tugged you closer at Jason's words. Bruce’s voice rumbled like thunder in the distance,

“Your mother is my wife, Jason. You’ll understand when you get married.”

Jason stormed out of the manor with a scowl. Bruce clung to you like plastic wrap at every opportunity, and the kids all hated it.

Damian walked into the room, saw Bruce holding you against his chest, and left quickly. He had to shove Tim out of the way in his rapid retreat, but Tim didn’t understand the warning until he also witnessed his parental figures acting like lovesick teenagers. He ran away quickly, cringing at the sound of you kissing anywhere you could lazily reach.

If either of you noticed your kids running away, neither of you acknowledged it.

Bruce kissed your forehead and rubbed smooth circles on your hips with his thumbs. His smile was small, but warm. It looked like it was an entire subconscious smile, filled with nothing but a warm love.

Bruce kissed you when he was certain there were no children in the room. You melted into him almost immediately. Your kiss always made him feel loved. It soothed him and he couldn’t get enough of it.

Bruce’s kiss still felt like home despite the years that you have spent together. Your love for him had only grown as the years went by. Bruce held like you were precious, He never wanted to let you go and he was never leaving.

Bruce originally worried that you would cast him aside when Dick first came into your life, but your love didn’t leave him for even one second. Your love merely spread like an ink blot rather than transferring fully.

“I love you, darling.”

Bruce’s deep voice vibrated against your skin. You smiled fondly at your husband while sliding your hand into his own. Bruce lightly squeezed your hand in response. He was about to kiss you when the door to the manor slammed upon and they heard Dick’s cheerful voice,

“It’s fine, Wally. Everybody is too busy on a case.”

Dick finally noticed his parental figures, cuddling what he deemed suspiciously close. Wally was behind him and entered the manor through the other door when Dick froze in the doorway, blocking his view.

Wally gave a slow whistle once he saw the couple. He had always teased Dick that his mom was a total milf and Dick always punched him for it. Wally only stopped when Bruce gave him a Batman Glare™ that could make even Zeus second guess his choices.

You rolled your eyes, but didn’t move when Bruce shifted into a more possessive form. Your hand trailed up his arm all the way to the back of his neck. Your fingers lightly massaged the area while you murmured in a reassuring tone,

“I’m never leaving, darling.”

Bruce softened his cold glare when his eyes turned to you again. He took a deep breath and buried his face in the junction between your neck and shoulder. He kissed the spot lazily, ignoring Dick’s disgusted expression entirely. Dick grabbed Wally by his shirt and borderline ran away. He did NOT need to see his parents’ disgusting love.

You didn’t appear to care. Not when Bruce’s warm body seemed to be attempting to engulf you in a mission to get you impossibly closer. You would have laughed if his arms weren’t so soothing.

“I won’t be taking chances, my love.”

Bruce finally said after a long pause. It didn’t matter that you were actively trying to fuse your bodies together or that you were kissing him anywhere you could reach without moving out of his embrace. He wasn’t going to risk losing you if he could help it.

Bruce was going to show his love and appreciation every single day regardless of how much the kids hate it. He didn’t care how the Justice League reacts nor does he care how often the press caught his clinginess. There was nothing that would stop Bruce from expressing his love for you or defending it.

“I love you more every day.”

You told Bruce before kissing him. You both ignored Bruce’s second phone aggressively buzzing. That was the phone Bruce only used for Batman business. Bruce looked at it, but he didn’t make a move to answer it. He lazily traced circles on the back of your thighs and kissed your shoulder. He dismissed it by saying,

“Hal wanted to start a group chat for easy communication. If they want to talk to me for help, they can call me.”

You gave Bruce a small hum of acknowledgement. You had been slowly falling asleep in his arms. His warm body acted like a blanket and the repetitive motion of his thumbs allowed you to focus on it like counting sheep.

Bruce gave you a knowing smile as your eyes closed and you melted further into his arms. He kissed your eyelids gently once he was sure you were asleep and wouldn't wake up by it. He whispered lovingly,

“I will always love you. Nobody could replace you in my heart.”

You smiled in your sleep and nestled your face into the crook of his neck. Bruce felt his heart full with warmth in a way he only ever felt around you, the love of his life and the only one who he would deem his true soulmate if he allowed himself to believe in such a thing.

Bruce knew that he couldn’t love anyone else and he wouldn’t want to. He didn’t care that his kids groaned whenever they saw you bury yourself in Bruce’s embrace and even tried to claim once that your display of affection was psychologically cruel to your children.

This did not stop either of you, unfortunately for your beautiful children. It only got worse. There was no stopping either of you from being affectionate.

No matter where you were or what you were doing, Bruce would inevitably make his way to you and you do the same to him. It was like trying to separate magnets once it started.

You flopped onto your bed in your dorm room with an exhausted groan. You hated the heat more than you had thought you would when you accepted the invite to help at the animal rescue. You were not used to the tropical heat, but how could you say no to rehabilitating endangered wildlife? The cold, sea spray breeze of Gotham didn’t prepare you for the heat. 

You jumped in surprise when you heard a knock that you could only describe as a police raid. It wasn’t a quiet knock; it was loud and boomed in the mostly empty room. You groaned, but stood up and opened the door. There stood some rich guy who wanted to meet the one who was in charge of the avian rehabilitation program with enough influence to get someone to actually listen. Confusion gave way to wariness as he was introduced as Damian Wayne. You really didn’t have the energy to put up with him any further. You said in an impatient tone,

“Look, I’m drowning in sweat and just got into a room with a working fan. If you are here for pictures of toucans on your arms, you are in the wrong place.”

Damian gave you a look that told you “no duh” without saying a word. You gave him a tensed nod of acknowledgement, grabbed your bag, and left with him quickly following after. You cleared your throat awkwardly when you felt his piercing emerald eyes staring at you like you were the exotic animal rather than the birds. You began to explain,

“The macaws refused to leave their injured friend behind, so most of them aren’t hurt but will pretend they are for a treat. Ricky’s favourite is banana chips, Coco loves dried peaches but she’s a bit of a diva about the brand, and Osito is losing weight but he will have a fit about it if you leave him out.”

Damian nodded, but he was watching all of the birds and your coworkers working with them. There were hundreds of birds. You laughed when a toucan landed on your head and Damian felt something warm spread through his body. Bird claws are sharp, but this toucan seemed to forget that every time he sees someone he likes. Damian and the toucan stared at each other as if to ask who the other was and why they were there. Just then, a bird swooped in and scratched Damian’s shoulder clearly on purpose before landing on your own and preening its feathers. 

“This is Canela. She’s a bit overprotective.”

You took out a small slice of dried apple and handed it to her. Canela grabbed the apple piece swiftly before flying off like it was a finished deal. She was a curious toucan and deeply beloved. Damian watched everything closely. He watched the way you laughed and how brightly you smiled whenever you worked with the birds even if they were divas and dramatic beyond belief.

Damian watched as all of the birds flocked around you and indirectly him. He loved everything that he had witnessed so far. Your warm smile, the mischievous look in your eyes, and the way you brightened with joy then softened with love that only animal lovers could understand. 

Your smile was so joyous and loving that Damian couldn’t look away. Damian didn’t even know your name, but he felt something warm in his chest. You loved your birds. You blew fake kisses because you knew one of the laughing falcons would find it hilarious and fly around you both like a pack of giggling hyenas.

Damian didn’t realise how much personality there were in the birds. You tossed a mango slice and watched as a bird swooped towards the piece before finally landing on Damian’s non-injured shoulder, exactly where you aimed. Damian looked at the parrot and then back to you in surprise. The bird was giant and beautiful.

“This is Maria. She is a Hyacinth Macaw and her mate Coconut dragged her here after a forest fire.”

Maria cawed and another macaw flew in smoothly. You smiled warmly as you looked at the mates. You loved your avian friends and Damian couldn’t look away. He hadn’t known what to expect when he asked about the birds, but you were introducing each bird like they were your friends and letting him into your world of feathers and bird calls.

“Coconut, this is Damian.”

You gave the bird a look that told it exactly what the bird was going to  say and you were shutting it down before anything could start. Coconut mimicked his name slowly as if he was committing the word to memory while Maria nestled her face against his neck. He remained quiet instead of revealing more about himself. You narrowed your eyes in response to the silence. Weirdo.

“Coconut, este es mío.” 

You said to the two mates in a voice that mimicked their croaking perfectly. It was spoken with easy confidence. Damian froze in place. He’s yours? He didn’t agree to that, but Coconut gave his mate a proud look and Damian couldn’t break the illusion. 

Until the bird started laughing. Then Damian scowled at the laughing couple. He had never been mocked by birds until today. Damian said with a frown,

“Are you always mocked by avian delinquents?”

You shrugged like it was normal. You never claimed the birds were nice, just that they were interesting and you hold a close bond with each one. Damian narrowed his eyes at you as if he was trying to decode what that shrug meant. You admitted with a fondness filling your eyes and a gentler smile spreading across your face,

“Yes, but they bully with love in their hearts and that’s all I can ask from these beautiful creatures.”

Damian didn’t know how to feel about that, but he knew that your loving gaze made his heart flutter and took his breath away. Damian hesitantly took your hand in his and prayed that you wouldn’t mention it. You glanced down at your conjoined hands and gave his hand a squeeze of acknowledgement. Damian hated to admit it, but he was quickly falling in love with this stranger. He opened his mouth to ask you on a date, but he couldn’t find the words.

You were sweaty, bleeding from the bird’s shoulder perch, and your hair was a mess from the wind of their flight, but Damian thought you looked beautiful. He asked carefully,

“When do you go home?”

Your eyes returned to Damian and the warmth drained from your face. Damian avoided your eyes despite your efforts to look at his face to find out the hidden meaning. You explained with a shrug,

“Probably in a month. Why do you ask?”

Damian didn’t want to explain himself, but he knew he had to. He looked at your coworkers helping the birds through physical therapy to avoid your eyes while he almost timidly asked,

“I wish to court you. Would you consider going on a date with me?”

You blinked in surprise. That’s an intense thing to say to a stranger, but you suppose his intention of eventually marrying you was better than having no idea what he was thinking or what he wanted in the future. You looked at your birds and said,

“Uh… sure? My shift officially ends at 19:00, but I’ll need time to shower.”

Damian nodded like he was finishing a business deal and not asking you on a date. Your acceptance made Damian relax as relief rushed through him. You finally asked with a quiet expression,

“When and where do you plan to meet up?”

Damian had no idea, but he had ideas swirling in his mind. You looked at Damian with a tilted  head, matching the birds perfectly. Coconut squawked,

“Mates good. Coconut approved.”

Damian hissed after Jason grabbed his wrist and lifted him off his feet. Everybody froze when Jason shoved Damian’s sleeve up for the entire family to see the stunning drawing of a dragon in fantasy knight armour. Bruce’s breathing slowed as he eyed the glittering scales and the knight armour drawn with metallic markers. The Bat straightened his posture and demanded,

“Who drew that, Damian?”

He knew for a fact that it would be impossible for Damian to draw it on himself based on the forearm and the complexity of the drawing. Damian narrowed his eyes at his father and remained quiet.

That quiet did not last as Dick pickpocketed Damian’s phone off of him and started his investigation while Jason kept Damian air jailed. Tim and Cass watched with an unblinking stillness that would terrify most people. 

Damian flailed more and more the closer Dick’s fingers got to the truth. Damian hissed when Dick finally found your contact,

“Richard, I will cut out your tongue!”

Dick looked at Damian like he made a calculation and decided this would be worth it. His thumb pressed the call button and Damian thrashed harder in Jason's iron grasp. The phone rang for what felt like an eternity before someone picked up on the other side.

“Dames? Do you have any idea what time it is?”

Your voice croaked when you answered the call. You heard Damian scream in fury and bolted upright, entirely alert now. You had been half asleep in front of your textbook in one of the hoodies he left at your home. You glanced at your phone clock and answered for him,

“It’s four in the morning, darling. Why are you still awake?”

Damian resorted to biting Jason's wrist until he gnawed through a tendon and pounced to grab his phone back once Jason dropped him. Jason hissed a pained curse and shook his arm a few times to test the severity of the damage until Alfred approached and took his hand with an experienced eye.

Damian managed to wrestle his phone out of Dick's hand after what felt like forever and stormed out of the room as soon as possible, murmuring in a voice too quiet for anyone except you to hear.                                                                                                                                                            “...روحي."   

 He whispered his nickname for you like it was sacred and life changing. His love for you had always been quiet, but unwavering and unyielding. It was a steady presence that you felt engulfed you perfectly. Your relationship was never actually announced. You had just decided that Damian was your boyfriend and acted accordingly with Damian silently accepting the relationship.           

Damian felt himself soften when the nickname escaped his mouth. You yawned on your end of the phone which made Damian smile fondly. He turned away quickly to hide his facial expressions. He said warmly,

“You should rest, روحي.”

You nodded even though he couldn't see it. You laid back on your bed after shutting and putting away your textbooks. Damian’s voice held concern, but an undeniable fondness. You felt a warm, tired smile cross your face. You could already imagine his green eyes, softened by his quiet love and shining in the moonlight like an emerald. With another yawn, you said,

“I sleep so much better with you in my arms.”   

You sounded like you were pouting now, but the exhaustion was evident on your voice. Damian closed his eyes after hearing Jason’s snickering and Dick’s small noise of disbelief. None of that mattered anymore now that he could imagine you smiling at the sound of his voice. He looked over his shoulder at his gathered family and said,

“Understood. I’m on my way.”

Damian meant it. He was going to come to your home just to cuddle with you until you fell asleep. Damian could already feel the ghost of your warmth soaking into his body as he left the BatCave, suddenly feeling cold without it. Bruce watched his every step. Damian ended the phone call with an embarrassed, but muttered declaration of love while the others came to terms with this turn of event.

You made grabby hands and opened your arms while he finally climbed through your bedroom window. Damian smiled fondly and crawled right into your arms. He shifted until he found a comfortable position for you both and you sighed like you could finally rest.

You cuddled close to him the second he was under the covers and by your side. You gave him a kiss that left him feeling warm and breathless despite the kiss lasting mere seconds. He kissed your forehead lovingly and lightly squeezed his callused hands, which were wrapped around your waist.

Damian kissed the top of your head when it fell onto his shoulder. Your fingers swirled smooth circles on his chest. Your eyes felt heavy as his warmth soaked into your body and he looked like he wasn’t doing much better as he yawned. His eyes fluttered shut as his breathing evened out with you quickly following him into a deep slumber.

Meanwhile, his entire family was watching as Damian subconsciously cuddled closer towards you until there was no space between you left. Jason and Tim were taking photos for Barbara to run a background check while Dick and Bruce watched with a mixed expression. They seemed to have no idea how to feel about this new information. Cass smiled like she approved of you and the relationship. None of them had seen Damian so happy and at peace until your arms were wrapped around him.

“They make a cute couple.”

Cass said quietly to no one in particular and everybody agreed. They watched as Damian smiled in his sleep. A safe, and content smile that they had never seen on his face before. The siblings all shared a look among each other before looking towards Bruce for guidance on how to navigate the situation. 

Jason grumbled after being confronted with his own marriage certificate. You hit him in the chest with a glare and said,

“Now isn't the time to be funny, bird brain!”

Jason rubbed his chest almost absentmindedly. He immediately went onto damage control. His headache was killing him and he barely registered the pain when his eyes noticed that he had married you, his best friend and now spouse. Jason took your hands in his and admired the ring. It fits you perfectly and he was impressed he picked it out after drinking himself into oblivion with you matching his every drink. He said,

“Calm down! We can get divorced if you want!”

You looked momentarily startled by his callused hand tenderly holding yours to look at the ring that he put on your finger last night. The surprise faded into anger. You scowled and retorted with a low hiss,

“Or I could kill you and collect your life insurance.”

Jason snorted as if the idea of you killing him was hilarious and not a serious threat. He rolled his eyes when he noticed how frantic your breathing was becoming and squeezed your hands in reassurance. His sarcastic response almost made you laugh,

“You know that I don’t stay dead, babe.”

You looked helplessly at the piece of paper, at Bruce, and then at the rest of the heroes at the party. You blinked at the gathered heroes who were all staring at you and finally turned your eyes to Jason.

Jason. Your husband, best friend, and the only one who could make you laugh when you wanted to punt him into the sun and maybe make Bizzarro play fetch with his corpse.

You shook your head in disbelief as you stared at Jason. Was there seriously anyone else you would rather marry? You decided not really. Maybe this marriage was for the best, and he specified that he’d get divorced because of your emotions and smiled like it didn’t break his heart.

“We don’t have to get divorced…”

You murmured as your eyes darted away. You were scared to look at Jason’s expression, but you felt him go completely still. After what felt like forever, Jason breathed a slow sigh of relief before he dragged you into an embrace. You both ignored the drunk wolf whistles and instead wrapped your arms tightly around your husband. His face buried into your neck and he placed smooth kisses along your neck.

“I will propose to you properly someday, but we are going to date and I’m going to make you fall in love with me first.”

Jason tried to sound confident, but you heard the nervousness under his normally cocky and confident voice. His eyes stared at you like you meant the world to him. You caressed his cheek and gave him a smile that calmed his anxiety. You gently pulled him into a kiss and cuddled into Jason.

You kissed Jason like you already loved him and you were just waiting for him to catch up.

Jason’s heavy arms wrapped around your waist almost timidly. You both felt all of the eyes on you, but neither of you cared any more. All that mattered was your lips dancing with his own. His arms drew you flush against him for the first time. Your arms wrapped smoothly around his neck and your hands began to play with the hair that you could reach. You cuddled into Jason and smiled fondly.

“I love you.”

Jason whispered in your ear in a hoarse voice. The kiss left him breathless. It shattered him and remade him simultaneously. A smile crept onto your face and he quickly mirrored the expression. His hands moved up to cup your jaw and dragged you into another kiss like he couldn’t get enough now that he’s had a taste.

There were more drunk wolf whistles and someone took a photo with the flash on while you leaned into his slightly shaking hands.

You screamed against his lips when he lifted you up. The angle of the kiss was hurting his neck, so he sat you on the nearest table and stepped in the space between your slightly spread open legs. His body hid you from the eyes of everybody staring.

Jason finally pulled away and sighed softly. You hooked your ankles around the back of his thighs peacefully while his hands massaged your hips slowly. His hands were warm and comforting on your hips, heavy and rough but perfect and familiar.

You pulled away from his kiss and whispered so quiet that only he could hear,

“I wouldn’t want to marry anyone else, bird brain.”

Jason almost cried. His hands squeezed your hips before they relaxed. You meant every word, and he knew it. He responded just as quietly,

“I don’t even remember my vows to you, but I will spend the rest of my life proving to you that this wasn’t a mistake.”

You gave Jason a lovesick smile until Roy stumbled up to you, swung an arm around you loosely, and slurred,

“I recorded the vows, you sappy bastards. I thought you were going to puke on him and wanted to put it on Instagram if you did.”

You snickered immediately while Jason punched his shoulder. Jason tried to look upset, but Roy had already sent the shaky video and Jason couldn’t find it in him to feel angry. While the intentions were awful, it felt like a gift and almost like fate that he brought Roy along to act as the witness. Roy was only slightly less drunk yet it made all the difference.

“I hate you so much.”

Jason grumbled at Roy when he made fake kissing noises. You only laughed louder and leaned onto Jason’s shoulder. Roy left after that like he didn’t unleash chaos and ruin the gathering while you wheezed against Jason’s chest.

Dick looked like he was going to be sick, Tim looked like he would rather be anywhere else, Cass was watching with an unnatural stillness, and Damian fake gagged with a deadpan expression while Bruce looked down at the marriage certificate that he found when hacking into a government website (don’t ask, he won’t answer). You gave Jason a quick kiss and said,

“You’ve gone soft, Hood.”

You asked to the room while eyeing the two-way mirror that hid all of the mentors. You were willing to break the glass and strangle everybody behind it at this point. You had been dragged to an escape room with the team as a bonding exercise and hated every single second you were stuck there. You had a migraine and you weren’t even helping with the clues.

Dick claimed that he’ll have everybody out in fifteen minutes when you complained that you wanted to go home and sleep. He said that an hour ago and nobody was any closer to solving even the first room.

Bruce and Vic made each room and seemed to have thought of everything except for the fact not everybody was raised like a detective. If you listened, you could hear Lois grilling Bruce for information. The stubborn old Bat said nothing and probably didn’t even flinch.

Wally approached the wall and tried to phase through it, but found that he was unable to find the right speed. He turned to the team helplessly, and said,

“I can’t vibrate through this. Can you blast down the door?”

Wally asked Raven. She frowned at the speedster. He had no idea what he was talking about, but he spoke with enough conviction that people began to believe that she could just blast down the door like she was wielding guns rather than magic. She said calmly but sternly,

“I’m not going to use my magic to break down a door that could be opened normally.”

Wally huffed. His eyes landed on you after it became clear Nightwing was falling apart under the pressure. Your eyes kept flickering towards Dick before quickly darting away when it became obvious that you were staring at him. Wally asked with a cheeky grin,

“What about you? Can your superstrength rip off the door?”

You shrugged and approached the door. It was then that you discovered Bruce had greased the door enough that it was impossible to get a grip on. You scowled and kicked at it, but the heavy metal only bent under your extraordinary strength. You gave Wally a look that said the door can’t be forced open nearly as easily as you would have expected. Bruce and Vic had already factored in everyone’s powers and made the room impossible to leave by any way outside of the key.

Dick was staring at a clue nobody gave a second look and only snapped out of it when he heard Bruce’s gruff voice over the speaker,

“Five more minutes. Do you want a hint?”

Dick winced and looked at the clues that he had spaced out on a table like they were crime scene pictures. He had so many thoughts that he was drowning. You walked over to him and rested one hand on his shoulder. Nobody else moved. Your hand was warm and comforting. You said warmly,

“You got this, bird brain.”

Dick frowned at you before turning his eyes back to the clues. He knew the escape room wouldn’t be easy after he heard Bruce’s voice through the speakers the first time, but Bruce pulled out every trick that could throw him for a loop. He needed time, not a hint. You seemed to have realised that and said into the space,

“Can we exchange the hint for more time?”

You listened as the two detectives had a muffled conversation. This went on for five minutes until everybody remembered that you can hear people from different countries and Bruce put up a wall of noise that masked their voices enough for you to stop caring. There was a heavy wall of static that you tried to tune out before everybody heard Vic’s voice over the speakers,

“You get ten more minutes, detectives.”

Dick felt like he could breathe again and his mind focused as his eyes scanned the evidence. Your warm hand rubbed his upper back smoothly until his mind finally connected the dots.

Dick whirled around with his eyes lighting up and dragged you into a kiss before he could stop himself.

His lips smothered your startled noise and held for far longer than either of you anticipated. Everybody shifted and waited for you to freak out. They were all surprised when you actually leaned into his arms and kissed back.

The team heard overhead,

“Are you going to waste eight minutes kissing or get through the clues?”

Batman tried to sound unamused, but Dick heard it. He wrapped his arms heavily around your waist and made a grand gesture of dipping you during the kiss.

Dick shook with silent laughter when your hands flew up to grip his shoulders in a panic at being swept off your feet. You squeezed his shoulders hard enough to bruise without breaking the bones.

“Seven minutes.”

Everybody heard Diana’s smile on her voice. You clung harder to Dick, but the spell broke between you both. He helped you stand upright again, but his hands didn’t leave their place on your waist. You tried not to cringe at her glee, but you heard all of the mentors start murmuring and taking bets on how long it would take for Dick to ask you out. Clark and Diana gathered money as bets were taken while Bruce grumbled about the childish antics.

Before anyone could say anything, you took a stumbling step out of Dick’s arms. Dick quickly caught you before your shaky legs could cause a full collapse. His arms wrapped smoothly around you to subtly hold you upright and steady your shaking. Your eyes turned towards him. He sent you a flirty wink and a flurry of kisses that didn’t stop until you were laughing.

“Dick, I–”

He gently put his lips to yours before you could say anything further. You lightly hit his chest with the back of your hand as he reached blindly for the key hidden in a picture frame. His voice was low and vibrated against your lips as he said,

“You’re my new good luck charm, honey. Let me take you on a date to thank you.”

You barely had time to tell him yes before the escape room door opened and out stepped the entire Justice League. Your mentor was giving you a smirk and you quickly avoided eye contact. You cuddled into Dick’s steady embrace and relaxed once you felt his heartbeat pressing against your chest. You loved everything about him.

“We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do.”

Dick murmured while taking your hand gently. You took a deep breath and nodded. You closed your eyes as if you wanted to avoid seeing the consequences that came with kissing your best friend and team leader in front of everyone important in your life.

“Dick, we have to talk about this.”

You whispered to him in a voice almost too soft to be heard. His large hand squeezed your hip. Dick leaned in and whispered smoothly,

You shook your head as you opened the entrance to the BatCave and made your way down. You knew what you would find. Tim had been obsessing over a cold case for weeks, and you weren’t going to let him fall into his familiar self-destructive pattern.

You frowned in concern when you saw Tim already asleep. He was slumped in the chair, his hand heavy on the keys and spamming random letters with his shoulders slumped against the chair. 

You felt your eyes soften as you carefully gathered him into your arms and moved him carefully onto the couch that Bruce insisted on having in the cave for seemingly no reason until you had slept over on that very couch when you were too tired after patrol to go home. 

Your eyes scanned the area for the fluffy blanket that you had bought to combat the icy cold that never went away no matter the temperature set on the thermostat. You laid him down gently with a warm smile.

“Sweet dreams, Timmy…”

You whispered towards the sleeping boy while brushing his hair out of his face. You gave Tim a soft smile that he subconsciously mirrored. He nestled further into the blankets wrapped around him and twisted into a more comfortable position. 

His entire body relaxed as he finally fell into a peaceful sleep. You gently ran your fingers through his hair, ruffled it affectionately, then stood to leave. His hand weakly grabbed your wrist as his eyes fluttered open. He gave you a tired smile with love-filled eyes.

“Hey…”

He rasped as he shifted in place. You smiled fondly at your boyfriend and kissed the top of his head. You kneeled by his head again and said warmly,

“You need to sleep, sweetheart.”

Tim mumbled something you couldn’t hear until you asked for him to speak up. He blushed and looked away. You slid your hand into his and squeezed it gently. He rubbed the back of his neck before admitting,

“I always sleep better with you in my arms.”

You gained an amused look while he buried his face in the couch cushion. You playfully teased,

“Am I your teddy bear, Mr. Drake?”

Tim groaned. He was about to take it back, but his explanation slipped out before he could filter them through his mind properly,

“You know that I sleep better with you, beautiful.”

You knew this. You knew everything about his sleep and the cycle you had been silently breaking with every hour of sleep. You knew that he needed an Eiderdown blanket whenever he slept because he runs cold even in the hottest of summers. You knew which pillow supports his head the best and which ones leave his neck in pain for the next three days. You knew the exact temperature that he needed to feel comfortable, when to use the space heater, and when he needed the humidifier. You helped him with his horrendous sleep hygiene patiently and you researched skills that would work, claiming every time he said he doesn’t need it that something was bound to work eventually.

You could have walked away and probably should have shut off the BatComputer, but your expression softened and your body relaxed under his weakening grasp. You agreed softly and said,

“Okay… I’ll join you, pretty boy.”

Tim shifted until there was enough space for you to crawl into his embrace comfortably. Tim pulled you against his chest impatiently and didn’t stop pulling you in until you couldn’t get any closer. He didn’t want even one centimetre of space between you and him, and you made it clear that you were going nowhere.

“I love you.”

You heard Tim’s muffled voice say. He had buried his face in your neck and closed his eyes. You had one hand already playing with his hair with the other one tracing small infinity signs up and down his side. Tim kneaded the tension out of your shoulders and back because the repetitive movements made both of you sleep better. 

“I love you, too, sweetheart.”

That seemed to make something in him calmed as his entire body relaxed. Tim’s breathing slowed and finally evened out. Damian entered the room, saw Tim sleeping, and walked out without a word. Tim had already migrated from holding you to his chest to laying halfway on top of you with a relaxed smile on his sleeping face.

Bruce came in next, his voice low with Dick by his side. Both men froze in place, looked at Tim slowly crushing you, and silently left to talk in a different place. They knew that waking up Tim would only make him cling harder to you and they didn’t want to have the bo staff in front of the coach launched at them. You never once complained and seemed to even enjoy it when Tim fell asleep with you together.

There were distant voices hissing at each other in an argument that revealed Stephanie trying and failing to drag Jason away. Cass saw you before the other two, but she didn’t seem surprised. Stephanie had warned her it was Tim’s nap time and the BatCave is off limits until further notice. Cass began to help Stephanie and the two girls eventually managed to drag a grumbling Jason away.

“My sweet boy…”

These galas are filled to the brim with pompous rich people who don’t take no for an answer, and Jason was having none of it. He watched you scan the crowd. You were looking for him with eyes that were filled with panic with every step the man took.

Jason could have stormed over, but he knew better than to start a scene. He knew that this event was important to Bruce. He glared silently at the man, who was now touching your lower back as you tensed. You straightened your posture, frozen in place and that was what finally snapped his careful control.

Jason approached silently and the sea of people parted easily when they noticed his baleful look targeted at the man who was lowering his hand further and further down your back with every passing second that he wasn’t by your side.

Everybody could feel the anger radiating off of him, and they all wanted to see what Jason was going to do with the creep. Your eyes widened as they met Jason’s while he approached. You knew Jason was furious by one look at his tensed body language, even as his face morphed into a more polite expression.

Your eyes shifted between both men as you finally managed to step back from the hand that had been slowly lowering to reach its destination before Jason made his presence known. Jason crossed the ballroom in seemingly seconds and wrapped his arms smoothly around you from behind, tugging you firmly against him. He pulled you to his chest, but his eyes didn’t leave the man who had been touching you five seconds ago. His gaze was colder than ice as he stared at the shorter man, towering over him.

Jason’s arms tightened around you protectively as you leaned back into his strong embrace and finally relaxed. His familiar arms felt like home and the gentle kiss he placed on your forehead made you feel a warmth that you cherished and protected fiercely.

“This is Vincent, babe.”

You managed to say softly. Jason nodded slowly. He understood instantly what you were silently hinting at: you wanted Red Hood to visit him and investigate. He didn’t want a quiet score settled, however. What he wanted was to show the world that you were his and nobody was going to ever make you uncomfortable again.

Moments like these were the only times Jason was happy to have such a bulky and large body. His intimidating height overshadowed everybody else and he was so muscular that people he tried to intimidate immediately back down and scurry away as quickly as they could without fully running away like a coward. They rarely get far when he truly wants someone hurt.

“Is he bothering you?”

Jason asked while his cold gaze moved away from the man to look at you instead. His eyes instantly softened as he took note that you were slightly shaking. He dragged you further into his embrace until you were flush against him.

“It's okay, Jay. He was just leaving.”

You said smoothly. The man stormed away with a scowl. Jason’s cold look never left the retreating man. Jason’s eyes turned colder when he heard him mutter,

“What a fucking teasing bitch…”

It took everything in Jason not to run over and beat him to a pulp after that. You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder to stop him and he reluctantly obeyed the silent request to stay by your side. You needed him and wanted to do nothing else but enjoy his embrace. You closed your eyes to savour his warm body against yours.

“Thank you.”

You said after a long pause of Jason simply holding you against his tensed body. Jason gave you an acknowledging hum and accepted the gratitude. You twisted in his arm. Now chest-to-chest, you could look into his eyes. The soft look you gave him took his breath away.

“I love you more than you could ever imagine.”

Jason said into your hairline before kissing a trail down your face before finally landing on your lips. You leaned into his kiss happily and wrapped your arms smoothly around Jason’s neck. You mirrored the affection and repeated back to him that you love him as well. Jason’s arms tightened further, his hands flexing around your sides like he needed to confirm that you were still real and still in his arms.

“You didn’t have to do that, babe.”

You said softly, but you both knew he had to step after you froze in fear. Jason sighed like it aged him ten years before saying back in an equally quiet voice,

“Nobody is going to make you uncomfortable ever again. Besides, my hand is the only one that can grab your ass.”

You rolled your eyes and lightly shoved him. You knew Jason was only half-joking based on the possessiveness his touch held and the way he glared at anybody who dared to so much as look at you the wrong way. You cuddled peacefully against Jason, fully relaxed into his embrace and trusting him entirely. You smiled up at him warmly.

Jason kissed you sweetly and finally let go of all the possessive anger that had been roaring in his veins. He would rather die than watch you leave, if he was honest with himself. He loved you deeply. The world meant nothing if you weren’t in his life. He wouldn't survive without you in it.

“Quit being gross in the ballroom. We have guests.”

Jason heard Tim say offhandedly as he walked by the cuddling couple standing in the middle of the room. You frowned, but didn't pull away from Jason’s embrace. You merely migrated from being pressed against Jason’s chest to nesting into his side like you were meant to be there.

You blissfully sighed as his warmth soaked into your tensed muscles, heavy with exhaustion suddenly now that you were out of the situation that made your heart squeeze with a cold panic. Jason’s hand squeezed your thigh to silently distract you from the rising anxiety. You were incredibly grateful and kissed his cheek.

You closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling of him wrapped around your body. You were normally wary of people so much larger than you, but Jason made it extremely easy to trust him and you found that it was even easier to love him despite what he or others may think about him. Jason tugged you back in when he was felt you finally pulled away and whispered in your ear,

“We can get out of here. Bruce can’t be mad after what just happened.”

You gave Jason a look with raised eyebrows that told him exactly what would happen if you both left, and Jason seemed to know based on his smirk. You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop your smile.

“Fine, but it’s your funeral when Bruce finds out you left his most important gala for sex.”

Jason placed kisses up your neck and along your jaw. He responded with a grin,

“It would be worth it.”

“What has gotten into you?”

You asked, amused. He was completely draped around you like a cape at this point. Jason didn’t say anything for a moment. He simply buried his face in your neck and breathed. Jason loved you so much. He kissed your neck sweetly.

“Is it a crime to love my wife?”

Jason asked with a teasing tone. His voice was muffled by your neck, but you heard him clearly. You were nervous to tell Jason that you were pregnant, but you knew you had to eventually. You took a deep breath to calm your nerves. Before you could stop yourself, you said,

“I have something to tell you, babe.”

Jason’s travelling hands stilled. You couldn't tell if that was a good or a bad thing, but you certainly had his attention. He seemed to be waiting for you to continue before saying anything. You couldn’t meet his eyes, but you managed to continue softly,

“I… I’m pregnant…” Jason froze. He wasn’t sure why he was surprised, he had figured this out three weeks ago, but he was shocked how nervously you told him. He was a little sad that you were scared to tell him. You toyed with his fingers nervously, looking down anxiously. Jason kissed a trail up your neck to your ear and murmured warmly,

“You aren’t alone in this.”

You shivered but your body sagged in relief and a smile slowly spread across your face. Jason’s hand moved from around your waist to lightly touch your abdomen as if he was already imagining what his future with you would look like and forming plans that his brain had not let him think before. You mumbled to him,

“I don’t want to tell anyone else yet. Not until the first trimester is over.”

You didn’t even want to think about your pregnancy and you knew that both his and your family would be overbearing. Jason agreed immediately and pulled you carefully closer. You leaned back into his strong chest with a smile. Jason asked softly,

“How far along are you?”

You looked at his hand that was cradling your abdomen like it was precious. Jason held you a little bit tighter and smiled fondly. Your eyes softened as you tilted your head back to look at him. You told him,

“Seven weeks.”

Jason kissed a trail from your forehead, down the bridge of your nose, then finally landed on your lips. You enjoyed the slow and tender kiss lazily. Jason had you pressed against his chest with his hand moving back to your waist. 

Jason tried not to let his excitement build too highly, but he couldn’t stop it. He had never thought about having a family of his own. He never thought he could be part of a healthy and happy family, but you were giving that future to him.

“We have to pick a name.”

Jason finally said once the kiss was broken. You gave him a smile filled with warmth that he was excited to see every day. Jason looked at your stomach with a love that you had not expected so soon. He kissed your forehead again. You placed your hand over his and said softly,

“We have time. Let’s enjoy the moment while we have it.”

Jason debated whether or not he should argue with you about how being prepared would make you enjoy the pregnancy for far longer than if you were stuck panicking for a name in the final trimester. He decided to let it go this time, but he already had some ideas. 

“I’m going to be a dad.”

He whispered in awe. Jason suddenly had the urge to cry. His brain finally settled down and came to terms with what you had just revealed to him. Jason had never been more sure of anything when he married you, and now you were giving him a future he had never considered. You turned around in his arms and said softly,

“And I’m going to be a mom.”

It was an unexpected pregnancy, but not unwanted by any means. Joy vibrated in the air like a rung bell. Jason’s arms squeezed around you as the realisation fully settled in. He was going to be a dad! Jason couldn’t believe it. He was crushed under the happiness that the news made him. Jason could already picture it in his head. He was worried that he was going to be a bad dad, but he also knew that you would get on his case if he started slipping into bad habits. He loved you more and more every second.

“You run the show now, mama.”

Jason said in a lighthearted tone. You gently shoved Jason. He rather dramatically fell down, dragging you with him. You squeaked as you fell with him. He was very careful to keep your descend controlled and smooth as you landed on his chest.

“I guess that’s better than being called mommy…”

You grumbled in a disgruntled tone. Jason laughed so loud that someone banged on the wall in the apartment next door. There was a muffled,

“People are trying to sleep, asshole!”

They clearly did not know who Jason Todd was because that only made him laugh louder while you half-heartedly whacked his chest with the back of your hand. You shook your head and said,

“If you turn our child into Robin 2.0, I’m going to Zatanna to turn you into a dog like what happened to your brother.”

Damian said. You were driving with him to a lake and smiled fondly at him. He was trying to pretend that he wasn’t curious about what your plan was with three bags of peas and melon chunks, both bought from the farmer’s market that came to Gotham for once. You flashed him a grin that Damian knew meant this was going to be over-the-top dramatic. Damian huffed and slid deeper in the passenger seat.

“You’ll love this, الأخ الصغير.”

Damian huffed like he doubted that. He grumbled,

“Stop calling me your little brother. We’re not related.”

You reached over to ruffle Damian’s hair, which he tried to swat away before it reached its destination. You were too happy for something so simple, but he wasn’t surprised. He always thought you were alarmingly cheerful. You were never deterred by his coldness and only ever combat it with warmth. Every step he took back, you took forward. Your affection was disgustingly infectious. He hated it. He loved it. It confused him so fully that it made him dizzy. He didn’t only push you away, but he shoved you off of a cliff like Mufasa and watched.

Today was the turning point in your relationship. Damian was placed into your custody and thrown into your car with no words beyond one sentence: “we’re going to feed the ducks.” You vibrated with excitement, but Damian looked at you blankly. As if the words didn’t compute or you told him the dumbest idea on the planet.

“You’ll love this, D. Trust me.”

The worst part? Damian does trust you. He trusted that you think some ducks were going to mend the bridge that he broke purposefully, and he doesn’t think that he’s ready for a relationship with you yet. He doesn’t think that he could handle being loved by someone so warm. You loved with your whole heart and fiercely. Damian had watched the way you brighten and shined when around the people who you love and he didn’t think he could survive that level of love and affection.

“Why ducks?”

Damian managed to ask after a long moment of listening to you hum quietly along to the song on the radio. You looked surprised. As if feeding the ducks was a universal experience that made everybody’s childhood rather than an entirely pointless activity. You responded back,

“Because ducks are adorable and the poor things have been bullied by geese for far too long.”

Damian looked confused by the logic, but seemed to accept it. He didn’t particularly care, but he was curious about what you meant by the geese bullying the ducks. He turned his attention out the window. 

Damian can admit, the lake and scenery was beautiful as he looked. You parked the car and grabbed the duck food from the backseat. Damian looked at the pier that hosted seemingly hundreds of ducks with a flock of geese on the other side of the lake.

You gave Damian an easy smile that made Damian feel warm. You passed Damian the peas while tossing a small chunk of melon at a small group that had broken off from the others. You said encouragingly,

“Take a handful and toss it into a group.”

Damian looked at the bag of peas in his hands then around the lake. The ducks were naturally spread apart, but there were quite a few small groups that flocked together. Damian spotted a group of ducks and carefully took a fistful of peas. He tossed it perfectly into the centre of the group.

Damian watched with wide eyes as several ducks rushed towards the food. It was so simple, yet so pure. These small, innocent creatures looked just happy to eat easy meals. Damian sat down on the rocky beach and tossed more food. More ducks approached him. You were content as you offered him a chunk of melon as you sat beside Damian. 

Damian took the melon piece gratefully and held it out as an extra curious duck approached. The duck took the chunk right out of his hand so suddenly that he flinched. You resisted the urge to laugh. Instead, you offered him a grin and took a fistful of peas and held it out for the next curious duck to carefully eat the food in your hand.

You jolted in surprise when a goose jumpscared you by taking a beak-ful out of melon right out of the container that you had it put in. You laughed at yourself and Damian cracked a smile as well. 

“Do you see what I mean about the geese being bullies now?”

Your voice held amusement, which finally made Damian crack. He laughed and tossed another fistful of peas while you wrestled a piece of melon out of a goose’s mouth. With a grin, you bumped your shoulder into his and held up the recovered melon slice in victory only for a duck to fly by and take it from your hand.

“Daffy!”

You gasped like the duck betrayed your entire family and Damian laughed harder. You were right. He did love these ducks and this experience healed a part of him that he had never noticed was broken. There was something about feeding and taking care of these small creatures that made him understand all of the lessons Dick and Bruce had been hammering into him during patrol. 

“I want one.”

Damian said yearningly as he looked at the duck that hopped into his lap to eat out of the nearly empty bag. You leaned your head onto Damian’s shoulder as peace settles between you both. For once, Damian didn’t shove you off of him. He wrapped his arm around you in a half hug, still very mindful of the duck now sleeping in his lap. You replied back softly,

“If you can get it to the car, we can keep it at my house with you visiting.”

Damian looked at you like you had unveiled a new side of you that Damian had never seen. You would be willing to protect his secret if it meant he would be a normal kid for once. His voice softened as he responded,

“I’d appreciate that.”

Damian carefully tucked his duck into his hoodie and walked towards the car once you tossed the last of the food that you brought for the ducks. You asked warmly,

“What are you going to name him?”

Damian looked at the beautiful duck in his arms and smiled so fondly that it made your heart melt. He held the duck closer and said quietly,

“Bandit.”

You both liked that. The ride to your home was quiet as Damian cradled the sleeping duck in his arms like it was his child now.

You heard the thought like a caress in your head. You froze in place, unsure what to do with this floating information, but before you could process what is happening, you heard another floating thought that seemed to be more of intrusive. Something that the hero couldn’t stop,

“What would happen if I kissed her?”

You tensed while he mentally scolded himself. Was he serious right now? The smile never faltered from his charming face. You didn’t know whether to be amused, stunned, or horrified. You tried to keep a straight face, but he made it very hard when he wouldn’t shut up. You were going to have to say or do something.

You couldn’t stop staring even when the hero gave you a flirty grin and a wink that made you want to equally punch him in the gut and kiss him like he’s oxygen after a run. 

Nightwing, for what it was worth, acted coy. He knew exactly what he projected. The thoughts purred and curled around you like silk. There was no way he didn’t know what he was doing. 

You walked up to Nightwing slowly and he backed up, his flirty grin faltering momentarily but returning quickly. He looked like he was recalculating with each step you took towards him. You gave him an faux innocent look and asked sweetly,

“Can you use your big boy words? Or does that security camera in the corner have a second set of eyes watching?”

Nightwing made a production to look around as if he had no idea where the security camera was or what you were even talking about. He was speechless, but you could hear his thoughts swirling and spiraling before he could cover his tracks. 

You had a feeling that Nightwing had a way to project thoughts that he wasn’t actually thinking. Maybe it was even subconscious thoughts or fleeting moments that were thrown away before they even settled or given energy to acknowledge. 

“Nobody is watching. I’m all yours tonight.”

There was a silent dare under the words. What were you going to do about it? You smiled, but Dick couldn’t tell if that smile was flirty or deadly. You accepted this challenge. Your voice somehow came out steady despite the nerves bubbling in you,

“What about your hero work, Wing?”

You didn’t want to take up his entire night. You were more of a villain by inconveniencing people slightly than doing grand crimes. In fact, you had assumed that your crimes were always too small compared to everybody else. Why would he bother forcing someone who steals everybody’s left shoe and move it to their neighbours’ house? He had bigger fish to fry.

Nightwing glanced at the rising sun with you following his eyes. It makes sense now. He’s saying that he had an hour to kill until he could return home.

His back hit the brick wall behind him while you stood close enough for him to either push you away or draw you closer. He hesitated for a split second before his arms wrapped loosely around your hips. You allowed it with a smile that told him you knew how much he wanted more.

You slowly ran your fingers through his hair. You leaned into his arms and made the first move by kissing his forehead. Neither of you seemed to breathe, but his hands twitched like it was resisting to cup your jaw. You gave him a mischievous smile, so he went for it. He held your face gently and kissed you like he was waiting for you to pull away and slap him. He could have celebrated when you leaned into the kiss instead.

Dick didn’t even hesitate to drag you closer to him. He held you as you melted into the kiss and projected to you in a teasing tone,

“Are you asking me out, cutie?”

You pulled away from him to weakly glare. You didn’t except him to chase your lips until they were on yours again. Dick’s hand moved up to hold your face tenderly. He felt a warmth that he had not expected. You cuddled into him. His fleeting affectionate thoughts were filled with cheesy pickup lines, but a strong curiosity about what you are feeling and thinking. You tried to pull away again, but only had enough time to ask teasingly,

“What if I am?”

You offered Jason after watching him for several weeks at the local library. He had been looking for a book and mumbling curses about the “goddamn dinosaur computer… older than the dinosaurs themselves…”

A smile quirked on your face when he looked at you, clearly startled to be interrupted from his quiet grumbling. He gave you a sheepish smile, but he didn’t seem to want to explain what he likes to read.

You tilted your head slightly to hopefully get a peak on the computer screen to see what he was looking at in the hopes that you’ll get a glimpse into his life. He had been looking into books for a cold case that used book quotes as clues and it all landed onto Jason, as the family book nerd.

Jason quickly closed the tabs he had open, but you caught a peak of one screen. You noticed immediately the pattern of books that he listed out. It looked like an innocent list to you, and that was the point. Civilians weren't meant to see what lurked so dangerously under the surface. You murmured softly to him,

“Slow burn… A good pick. I’m reading that one if you’d like to read with me. I’ve only just started, but I have heard good things."

You pointed at the book from his list. Jason was speechless. Were these all slow burn books? His eyes scanned the books in the list he had made thus far.

Sure enough, your book was on that list. He wordlessly closed all the tabs he had open and turned to stare at you as if he was gauging the seriousness of your offer. You seemed to genuinely be fine rereading and starting over just to read with him and meet up regularly.

Once he was certain that you were genuine, he nervously cracked his knuckles in thought. Your eyes watched the movement carefully. Before either of you could notice what you were doing, your hand had taken his and began to lightly massage the inflammation away.

Jason stared for a long moment, uncertain of why you cared if he had mild inflammation from his knuckle cracking. You dropped his hands after realising what you were doing and quickly apologised. Jason’s gaze slid to your face to meet your anxious eyes after staring at your conjoined hands.

“You want to read together?”

Jason thought that was adorable and oddly wholesome. He felt almost honoured that you’d want to read an entire book together, let alone a series that he’s heard about countless times.

Jason carefully agreed to read with you, which made you grab his hand again and drag him to one of the private rooms that were normally reserved for kids studying or adults who want to be left alone for an hour or five.

“I would love to. I haven’t met another bookworm since college, so you just became my new favourite person.”

You gave him a warm smile that left Jason speechless. He wordlessly followed while staring at your conjoined hands. You noticed and gave his hand a squeeze in response.

Jason seemed to just notice that you were holding the very book that you were offering to read together. The book looked like it was loved. You probably checked it out from the library given the laminated cover.

You gave Jason a wink and dragged him to sit on the couch with you.

Jason held his breath as you sat close enough for your thigh to touch his and leaned into his side as if you’d belonged there the entire time. Jason’s arm hesitantly wrapped around you as you opened the book to chapter one. You gave him another look before cuddling closer. His face felt hot. He was too distracted by you to notice that you had started reading in a quiet voice.

You noticed. Of course you noticed. You slowly set down the book and asked,

“Am I making you uncomfortable? I can move if that’s easier–”

You sounded so understanding and began to move away, but Jason stopped you and dragged you back into his side. He cut you off softly,

“Don’t. You aren’t making me uncomfortable.”

Jason wanted to say that you made him feel fuzzy like TV static. You cuddled back into his side with a bashful smile. Jason sighed in peace and cuddled with you as you opened the book once again. You gave him a warm smile before starting to read.

Jason couldn’t focus. He could smell your shampoo as your head leaned on his chest like you had always belonged there; you tangled with him and a good book on a rainy day. It was a picture perfect date, but he wasn’t sure if this was even a date.

Jason held you like he was your boyfriend, and that thought wouldn’t leave his head. He watched as you turned the page of the book. You were speaking, but he couldn’t hear any of it when his thoughts were so loud. You were so pretty and fit flawlessly into his side. He wanted to kiss the top of your head as it rested on his chest. He watched you turn the page again.

You looked so peaceful with no idea the blood on his hands or the bruises and scars littering his body. Jason had never felt so relaxed. He quietly asked after you were done with the sentence you had been barely whispering to him,

“Is this a date?”

You lowered the book instantly and looked up from your position. A small smile slowly spread across your face while saying so softly Jason could barely hear you,

“I’d love it if this was a date. You have become my new favourite person.”

You couldn’t tell if Damian was asking genuine questions with good intentions or you needed to fight him because he understood you perfectly fine and was just being a jerk for seemingly no reason. 

Tim seemed to know exactly where this conversation was going just by the look in your eyes and he wasn’t going to get involved. 

Tim felt that had done his brotherly duty by defending you when Cass tried to “pawn you off” (as you say when someone asked you on dates or someone tries to set you up on one) to one of her friends. This is what started Damian’s invasion in your hushed conversation with Tim.

Tim pretended to get a phone call so he could leave the room without getting blamed for not helping you in what Tim had deemed a “you” problem. It was your sexuality to tell people, not Tim’s to explain. 

Nonetheless, he wasn’t going to pretend that he wanted to get into the resulting fight. Was it really so bad that he’d rather watch the wrestling match than get involved? You were like a boa constrictor with limbs that Tim was convinced could crush his entire skeleton at the same time and somehow squeeze his organs into one mashup super organ.

You were Tim’s only biological sister and the one who knew best how intensely and dirty you fight. He remembers all the wrestling matches that occurred after an argument that was taken too far. It was always playful, but even the playful fighting hurt. He can’t imagine how terrible fighting you for real would be.

Before Tim could scurry away like a scared animal fleeing a science lab, you grabbed him by his shirt collar and dragged him back to your side. You gave him a side eye glare that pinned him to the floor. How do you still manage to do that? You seemed to superglue people’s feet to the floor whenever you give a certain glare and you could make people shut up entirely when you give them a side-eye. 

People regularly said that it feels like you cursed their bloodline with one look, and Tim almost believed it to be true every time he was the one receiving the look. Your facial expression held so much power despite everybody being aware that you weren’t actually capable of cursing people. Your glare slid to Damian. 

Damian knew logically that he could walk away, but he was as stubborn as a mule and wasn’t going to let you intimidate him. He straightened up under your scrutinising eyes and met your eyes with a scowl on his face that was nowhere near as biting.

“Why are you listening in on private conversations, princess?”

You asked Damian. He hated that nickname and everybody knew it. Damian shifted in place like he was waiting for an incoming fight. Your hushed whispers with Tim had been too quiet for Jason to hear over the music that he had blaring while he worked, Cass was nowhere in sight, and Bruce and Alfred were too far away to even hear the whispering. 

Bruce would have stopped your conversation if he was aware of any secretive conversation happening out of fear that you two, the inseparable sibling duo, were plotting a scheme that could be the end of humanity as a whole “hypothetically.” Damian was the only one with sensitive enough ears to hear any of it, and inexperienced enough to call you out instead of listening for more information.

Damian didn’t even pretend that he wasn’t eavesdropping. He couldn’t realistically. He was intrigued by what asexuality meant. You weren’t a plant nor a reptile to his knowledge. Actually… maybe you were a lizard. He overheard you once complain to Tim that you needed your humidifier or you’d die in the dry air and your room was suspiciously warm. It wouldn’t surprise him that you were a lizard person due to a freaky experiment done however many years ago. 

You rolled your eyes when he said nothing in response. You began to drag Tim away to hole up in his room, which was a place that you knew nobody would dare to follow. They were all fearful that they would be turned into an experiment somehow by merely entering the room, but you didn’t seem to care. Lizard genetical adaptation, perhaps? Damian was beginning to believe his growing lizard sister theory.

“What does ‘aroace’ mean?”

Damian asked quietly. He knew that this was a secret to a certain extent, but he wanted to know more so he could rat you out properly. A secret between the two of you was like being complacent in a crime against humanity, and Damian wasn’t going to get blamed when things implode.

You looked at the ceiling and sighed like you were waiting for a deity to strike you down so you could avoid this conversation. When nothing happened, you seemed to silently curse whoever may be listening. You looked at Damian and said flatly,

“Google it.”

You didn’t feel like explaining it and you had been venting to Tim exclusively, so Damian shouldn’t be hearing this at all. It’s not on you to explain yourself whenever someone is being nosy in your life. Everybody else had learned already that it was for the best to leave you alone when you were with Tim.

Damian opened his mouth to complain, but he knew that your glare was going to be deadly and thought better. Damian walked over to the Batcomputer to do just that. He may not understand it, but he wasn’t going to look like an idiot. Tim and you resorted to using the special code that you two made up when you were especially bored at the Drake household.

Tim wasn’t surprised in the slightest, but he was surprised that you weren’t going to put Damian in his place like you normally would. You tapped a message on his arm like a telegraph,

“I didn’t want to have to explain why I fought Damian. I’m not stupid.”

Tim nodded. He understood, but you knew that he would back you up if you did want to fight Damian. Maybe that is exactly why you had avoided the fight entirely. It would be suspicious if you didn’t say the lie perfectly and Bruce would have enough sense to investigate everybody individually. 

Tim approved of the decision in hindsight, but he did think it would have been satisfying to see you fight Damian. You ended fights quicker than you started them and Tim often helped clean up the aftermath. Tim responded back in taps,

“You could have fooled me, idiot.”

You bumped your shoulder into Tim’s weakly. It was a common nickname you shared. You were idiot and he was moron. Both of you ignored the confused looks you received by the others when you rolled your eyes with a small smile that you couldn’t fight off of your face. 

The duo continued walking away despite Damian weakly glaring as you both passed him. He did, in fact, google it. He was annoyed you couldn’t bother to explain it, but why would you? The entire family was there and you weren’t going to explain yourself to an eavesdropper. You didn’t come out to Damian, you came out to Tim. Tim was going to protect you if this all came back around.

“Idiot.”

Tim said with clear affection. He didn’t have to say that he appreciated your trust in him. You said with an equal amount of affection,

“Moron.”

You grumbled. Your heart rate monitor spiked when Jason gave you a kiss and he hasn't stopped laughing about it an hour later. Jason gave you a grin and said with a laugh,

“You are so full of shit.”

You grumbled and tried to sit up to leave. A broken leg couldn’t be more painful than that very moment, but Jason quickly caught on to what you were doing and put a stop to it.

“Ooooh, no you don’t. You aren’t leaving until we can at least put your bone back inside your body.”

He trusted that the doctor put on the cast properly, but he was too cautious to let you stumble around the room. Jason looked too smug, unfortunately, and you were petty enough to attempt a hobbling escape.

You didn’t get far, but Jason knew you meant business if you were willing to push through the blinding pain that Jason was more than familiar with. It was like getting shot by Zeus’s lightning bolt, but you weren’t going to simply lay there while he made jokes. No.

You yelped in pain when Jason scooped you up in his arms and began to carry you back to the medical cot you were placed in. You gave him a glare the entire way. There weren't enough painkillers for you to deal with it.

Jason winced in sympathy as he gently set you down and kissed your forehead. It wouldn’t help the broken bone, but it did make your heart settle back into the steady beating that he loved so much. He may be insufferable, but he was your man and he cared.

You pouted until he rolled his eyes and joined you on the cot like you always seemed to demand after every bad injury. Jason pretended to be annoyed every time, but everybody knew better. Jason loved to cuddle with you and take care of you when you are sick or injured. It made him feel warm to be a caregiver and he enjoyed every second that he spent cuddling together.

Jason placed a soothing hand on your thigh to rub the tension that was being placed on your knees from the cast wrapped tightly around your tibia while you grimaced. You kissed his forehead in gratitude which he countered with kissing your cheek.

“Maybe I don’t hate you after all.”

You teased after finally getting comfortable in his arms. Jason couldn’t keep his amusement off of his face. You seemed to find the perfect spot that was comfortable for both of you naturally and surprisingly quickly. It was impressive how perfect you fit when cuddled against him.

“I think I love you, too, pipsqueak.”

Jason mumbled back soft enough for only the two of you to hear. He knew that everybody was aware that he loved you, but it felt too intimate and tender to breathe into the air of a stuffy cave that nobody wanted to be in.

Jason's hands stilled on your hips. His head looked up as the door to your medical room opened and revealed the family doctor and Bruce, both mumbling too softly for either of you to hear properly.

Everybody stared at each other, but the doctor went straight to business. She said offhandedly,

“You have an elevated heart rate and slightly faster respirations.”

Jason started laughing immediately and you hit him weakly in the chest. Doctor Thompkins remained professional, but she did make note of something in your chart before testing your femoral pulse.

Bruce read the note over her shoulder, frowned, then left after quietly telling Doctor Thompkins that he’d talk to her outside of the room. She waved him off but not before giving Bruce a smile that spoke thousands of words.

You slumped further into Jason’s embrace and buried your face in his neck out of embarrassment. You just knew that Bruce and the doctor were going to be talking about this and Jason was still snickering about it.

“I’m back to hating you.”

You grumbled with no real bite behind the words. Jason laughed louder while you half-heartedly shoved him off the bed. Jason allowed you to push him away, but didn’t allow you to shove him completely off the bed.

Jason knew you wouldn’t shove him away again, so he cuddled closer and smugly smiled. You pouted, but accepted it. He kissed your forehead and said teasingly,

“And you call me grumpy.”

You hid a smile. Jason squeezed you closer and absent-mindedly rubbed circles around your hips peacefully. He always did that when he was thinking about something that he didn’t have the words in his head to explain.

You waited patiently with your head leaning on his chest. He said slowly after a pause of peaceful silence,

“You… do know that I love you, right?”

Jason didn’t know why he was suddenly so concerned about whether or not you knew he loved you, but he knew that it felt important at the moment. Maybe it was because you said you hate him, albeit feebly, but he needed to know that you felt as loved as he felt.

You looked at him with a softness that he was never prepared for but always cherished. You responded warmly,

“I know, jackass. I love you, too.”

Jason’s hands moved to carefully knead up and down your thigh like that was an acceptable answer. He never for one second doubted that you experienced the same love, but he wanted to make sure that you felt the same intensity that he did every day.

Jason never wanted to jeopardize his life with you; he was too deeply in love to risk letting you slip away like water. You looked at him with more love than he felt like he deserved most days.

“I’m never forgiving you for picking a bright yellow cast for my leg, though.”

Jason snorted a laugh. There's that personality that he loved so much. He teased back,

“Someone had to put a warning label on you. It’s impressive how quickly you disregard your safety.”

You had told Cass after a particularly nasty break up. Cass decided that she was done hearing this speech about heartbreak and how there was no spark for far too long. She knew the solution, but she had wanted you to come to the conclusion yourself prior to this incident.

Cass wasn’t sure how many men she chased off by never downplaying your “friendship” together, but she knew that she was probably the reason that many of them were at the very least threatened by your closeness. You were so oblivious that it didn’t surprise her too much that they ran off when they saw you lean into her affection like it was second nature. Cass calmly countered,

“What about a girl? Are girls worth the heartache?”

Your eyes widened. You hadn't considered it before, but it made sense the more you thought about it. You had tried to date boys your entire life, but nothing felt right. Your eyes shyly looked away, but Cass wasn’t going to allow you to hide any longer. She had known for years that you had feelings for her, but she had waited patiently as men kept entering and exiting your life.

Cass had thought it was obvious that she was bisexual and wanted to date you, but you were taking your time to realise your love for her wasn’t strictly platonic. While it was a little annoying to watch, Cass loved you and she especially loved how easy it was to see you so smitten with her.

It quickly became obvious to Cass that you weren’t aware dating girls was an option and seemed to be reevaluating your entire life thus far. Cass slowly slid her hand into yours and tenderly kissed it. Your eyes snapped towards the movement to see the gentle smile Cass was giving you that she knew you loved so much with an enamoured look in her eyes that was, for once, unfiltered. She let her love shine brightly for you to see.

You took a deep breath. You were reminded of all the times you cuddled together, the forehead kisses that you dismissed as friendly, the quick cheek kiss she always gave you as a greeting which you had dismissed as normal for close friends. It was so obvious and right in front of you, yet you saw none of it until now.

“Yeah… you are.”

You said breathlessly. Cass became smug, but before you could question why she had such a sudden change of emotions, she kissed you and borderline tackled you back onto the couch which you were both sat on. When did she move from her chair on the other side of the room to sit beside you on the couch? It didn’t matter. You were kissing the crush you never knew you had. It was dizzying, but nothing had felt better.

Cass was far more passionate than you had expected. It was like she was waiting for you to finally realise your love for her. Your eyes fluttered shut as you took your time to enjoy her kiss. Your hand moved up to carefully cradle her cheek. This felt right. No guy could ever compare. Cass's soft lips danced with yours to a silent symphony. You relaxed entirely under her. When did she climb on top of you? You weren’t sure and you didn’t particularly care. She was so loving as she kissed you.

This one kiss felt like it was meant to be. Every broken heart led you to where you always belonged. Cass would have been more than happy to kiss you forever. Your kiss felt perfect to her. It was well worth the wait to feel your lips finally meet hers. You were her girlfriend at last! She thoroughly enjoyed when your arms wrapped around her waist for the first time. She felt giddy with excitement at this new development.

Cass sighed blissfully when you finally cut off the kiss to hold her and laid on you like she normally does. You held her tighter than ever before. It was like you were afraid that she would vanish or that this was all a cruel dream. She buried her face in your neck while your fingers swirled circles along the length of her spine.

Cass had never been happier, if she was honest. She had dreamed of this moment and it was as perfect as she thought it would be. She kissed your neck and grinned when she felt your arms tighten around her in response.

Cass didn’t realise just how much she loved you until you were her official girlfriend. You kissed the top of Cass’s head with the soft smile that she loved so much. She had dreamed of kissing that smile and now she could do it! Cass did just that as your smile aimed its warmth on her.

You seemed startled by this kiss, but you weren’t going to complain and neither was she. You felt like your heart found its place within hers and made itself at home. You had never felt more loved before Cass, and you doubt you ever will. Your fingers traced circles up her spine to play with her hair.

Cass closed her eyes and gave a pleased sigh. She had always cherished her time with you, but it felt freeing to know that she could kiss you whenever she wanted. She could cuddle you freely and hold your hand anywhere she pleases. She wrapped her arms around your neck and carefully played with your hair.

Cass thinks her heart was always meant to be yours. She had loved you for years, but her heart was shoved into your hands the second she became aware of your feelings for her. It was merely a matter of figuring out how to get you to accept that your love for her was non-platonic after years of men never fitting properly into your heart.

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