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this is so stupid and they wouldnt do this but i cant stop thinking about it. go my terrible yaoi ship that 6 people like

I saw trans Duke as a prompt and blacked out

Tw for needles btw, not that bad I don’t think but it’s there

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“Dami have you see my kit?” Yelling down the corridor Duke had poked his head into pretty much every single room two times over, and he still couldn’t find his kit.

It was Tuesday, so that meant T shot! If he could find it that was. Shit always went missing in a house this size.

Including Damian apparently since he hadn’t once responded to Dukes yelling.

“Damian!”

…

“Oh what the fuck.”

Maybe it was a little pathetic that Duke made his little brother help him with his shot, but in his defence he doesn’t fuck with needles. Plus Damian’s much better than him at it.

“Dami! Dude what the hell?” The yelling honestly wasn’t doing much.

“Damian-“

“Why are we yelling?” Tim was slouched against the wall, half out of his suit and his hair unwashed and pushed back.

“Oh shit- sorry if you were sleeping, trying to find the baby bat,” he huffed, falling back, resting on the wall opposite to Tim, “I need him for my shot. Can’t find the shot kit either actually.”

“Oh yeah, honestly forgot you did those. How much is one of yours?”

“Uhh.. it’s a 150mg shot I think, Why?” Duke cocked his head to the side, honestly it was pretty normal for detectives to ask questions, but that one? Not what he’d expected if he was being honest.

“Wanna use one of mine?”

“Huh.”

Tim sighed, closing his eyes, “forgot you didn’t know.” He hummed, pulling his collar to the side to show a binder strap.

“Oh.” Did this revelation surprise Duke? No. More or less he just thought Bruce would’ve told him first, whole acceptance thing and what not. “Wait why didn’t B-“

“He doesn’t know.”

“Of course he doesn’t.” Signing, they stood there.

“So like-“ “you can borrow one if-“

…

They both snorted, grinning at each other.

“I’ll pay you back.” Duke promised, pushing off from the wall.

“I’ve got access to two different billion dollar companies, you don’t need to pay me back.” Tim scoffed, shoving him in the arm, “you can do it yourself right?”

“Uhh..”

“I’ll do it for you.”

Ten minutes later, sitting on the cold counter of Tim’s bathroom Duke was swaying his legs, watching the patterns the light through the shower curtain made. Blues and pinks, reflecting off the porcelain.

“How long have you known?” He asked, not looking up away from the lights.

“Since I was 9, didn’t quite have the term then, but I knew,” he hummed, “when did you?”

“Just after my powers showed themselves, spent a lot of time on meta threads, trying to figure out what was going on, a decent chunk of us are queer so it kinda spiralled from there.”

Tim chuckled, “good old Reddit, that’s what told me to.” He was preparing the shot, sucking up liquid into the syringe.

“You ready?”

Duke hummed, only barely glancing over as he felt Tim’s hand on his stomach.

“It’s always so much better when someone else does it.” The needle was barely a pinprick at his skin, better than when he does it.

“God it is, I make Kon do mine half the time.” He pulled the needle out, now emptied, carefully tossing it into his sharps bin.

They sat in silence for a while, listening to the sound of each other’s breathing. It felt honestly nice, feeling the silence.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, as long as you don’t tell B, it’s my longest held secret.”

Duke laughed, “it’s safe with me don’t worry.”

The party at the demon lords castle ran much, much longer than intended. You just wanna get to the HoL, flop into bed, and go right to sleep.

But of course, the brothers are still up and having fun even after the party ends… much to your dismay. You watch as they talk and giggle, the rest of the guests having gone home long ago…

Somehow nobody noticed, or so you thought…

A pair of eyes tucked away in the corner as usual are locked onto you, sensing your discomfort. He leaves for just a moment, and nobody notices or asks him what he’s doing.

Soon enough he’s behind you, a comforting presence despite the usual discomfort demons tend to give off.

“Barbatos…?” You mumble, your voice sleepy and quiet. You turn to see him behind you, his normal neutral butler expression shifting to something strangely comforting.

“Allow me to take you to a room hmm? Humans need ample sleep to be healthy…” you nod, a tired simile on your face.

It’s not the first time something like this has happened, after all demons don’t need as much sleep as humans. Besides, there’s always ample space to accommodate you in the castle… and quite comfortably too. But this time… the room looks far different from the normal royally decorated guest rooms.

There’s doors covering every wall, a strange staircase too. You take a moment to look around, gawk at the strange place that seems like it shouldn’t really exist.

“It’s my room, hope you don’t mind. After all it is the best option for me to keep an eye on you” Barbatos speaks up behind you, and you simply nod in response. It’s almost certain him leading you to his room means something… something you don’t care to figure out right now.

You simply nod, completely exhausted and not bothered enough to care. He provides pajamas, you notice they aren’t anything like the usual ones stocked for guests… too teal to match the general aesthetic of the castle. You don’t say anything, it’s not really needed anyway.

Eventually he helps you settle into bed, a bed you didn’t even notice was in the room. You fall asleep quickly, the bed comforting and soft, and the room a nice temperature and a lingering scent that seems so calming.

Tim, hanging up the call on his phone: I’ll call you back

Jason: Ooh, who are you calling?

Tim: None of your business

Jason: So you’re dating someone?

Tim: How did you get that from “none of your business”

Jason: I mean there are like two reasons for your secrecy: dating someone or planning something fun. I am choosing to believe that you’re dating someone because you wouldn’t plan something fun without me then not tell me, that’s just mean

Tim: Something fun as in destruction?

Jason, tossing a pen at him: Yeah, but don’t avoid the question

Tim: I’m not dating anyone. Drop it

Jason: Mmm no. I don’t believe you. Honesty is the best policy, Tim Tam

Tim: …Will you get out of my room if I tell you?

Jason: Maybe. I definitely won’t if you don’t tell me

Tim: Okay… Fine. But what I say doesn’t leave this room

Jason: I get to tell three people and nothing I say leaves the group of those three and us two

Tim: Absolutely not

Jason: Fine, you leave me no choice. *Starts walking around Tim’s room, picking up random things and dropping them on the floor* Wow, I love my room so much! And all my weird little things like… *picks up Tim’s phone* this projectile! If I remember correctly, it was made for being thrown out of windows

Tim: Jason, stop

Jason, getting on the bed and laying on top of Tim: Ahhh my nice, comfy bed! You know what? I will simply never leave this room

Tim, trying to push him off: Okay! Okay! I get it! You can tell three other people and no one else!

Jason, getting up: Good. And Roy doesn’t count for those three other people, I get to tell him anyway

Tim: …Fine

Jason, sitting crisscrossed on Tim’s bed: Okay, so who are you dating?

Tim: I’m not dating anyone… but… so I think I’m… I like guys and girls. I’m bi

Jason: …That’s the big news? Tim, hate to break it to you, but like ninety percent of us are bi, and the ones who aren’t bi are just straight up gay

Tim: Even Alfred?

Jason: Yeah, I think he was in a poly relationship with Martha and Thomas. So who was your gay awakening—or bi awakening, I guess

Tim: It’s Kon

Jason: Kon Kent? Superboy?

Tim: Yeah… but I think he’s straight, so—

Jason: Oh my God, it’s bad enough that you like a super, but then you think Kon of all people is straight?!

Tim: You’ve only spoken to him like three times, how would you know?!

Jason: Timantha, that guy is the epitome of bi-ness. Hell, I think the blue in his suit is the exact shade on the bi flag and the red is very similar to the pink on the flag

Tim: …So you think I should tell him?

Jason: Duh, but maybe bring some kryptonite just in case I turn out to be wrong and he says something douchey or homophobic

Tim, taking out a notepad: Kryptonite, got it. So how should I confess?

Jason: Let’s get some rose petals and candles

Tim: Aren’t rose petals flammable?

Jason: It’s romantic

Tim: Pretty sure fire isn’t romantic, but okay. What else?

Jason: We should get something sweet you’d both recognize as a token of your bond. Also, you should ask him out at night so the candles look nicer. Maybe outside, and we could get some cake and fireworks

Tim: Got it, but what should I do with the kryptonite? What if I put it in my pocket and then he pulls me into a hug or kiss and the kryptonite rubs against him and he passes out?

Jason: Hm… good point. We could get a chandelier made of kryptonite and hang it up high enough that he at least doesn’t notice if it affects him. I’ll like hold it up with a rope, and if he says something rude I’ll just drop it down on him. But just so we’re clear, “no” doesn’t count as something rude, he can say “no,” that’s one of the rights in the constitution I think

Tim: Yeah, that’s a good idea. I’ll make a subtle X with the roses where the chandelier would fall so we can have him stand there, and if he asks I’ll just tell him the chandelier is made of jade

Jason: Yeah. We’re great at this whole “romance” thing

Tim: We really are

Dick, listening in from outside the door: Aww, they’re bonding! Should I warn Kon, though? …Nah, he’s Superboy, he’ll be fine

Tim: So who are you going to tell?