I have been thinking something about my fanfic Ungreatful
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I was thinking about the clothes and powers of Reader, since in madoka magica universe, the clothes of the magical girls are kinda important because it reflects a part of the magical girl and also her wish, but since its a reader fanfic i wasnt sure if people would feel comfortable with that, the powers is just something i have to yes or yes create over my mind lol so...
should i describe the magical girl clothes reader will get?
yes
no
i dont really care
Remaining time: 19 hours 8 minutes
Also, should i avoid dresses? I'll make my best to make the fanfic as neutral as possible, so making reader not having a dress is the best option for that
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summary; you watch damian training your son to be the next robin
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The Batcave hummed with its usual intensity, computer monitors flickering, walls swallowing most sound, the flickering dots of the tracking devices where Damian's siblings were patrolling. The batcave always felt like a place that didn’t belong to the surface world.
But tonight, it felt, almost domestic.
You stood a few steps back from the main training platform, arms folded, leaning against one of the stone pillars. From here, you could see everything: the suits lined up, from Bruces first batman suit to damians second robin suit
And Damian stood at the center of it all in full Batman gear. Your husband moved with controlled precision as he adjusted the stance of the small figure in front of him.
“Again,” Damian said, voice low and firm through the cowl. “You hesitated on the pivot.”
Alfie, reset his stance. His Robin suit looked slightly too big on him, the red tunic still stiff from being new. But he wore it like it was already part of him.
“I didn’t hesitate,” Alfie muttered.
Damian tilted his head just slightly. “You did.”
Alfie scowled. “I was thinking.”
“That’s hesitation,” Damian replied.
From where you stood, you had to hide a smile at how alike Alfie was to Damian when he was younger. The only difference being that Damian had been trained since he was old enough to walk, and Alfie had only started training the previous year.
Alfie tried again.
This time he moved faster. A practiced spin, a controlled step, a simulated strike against his father. It wasn’t perfect, but it was improving in that way only Damian’s training could’ve gotten.
“Better,” he said. It wasn’t praise exactly, but coming from Damian it might as well have been a standing ovation.
Alfie’s shoulders relaxed a little. You glanced toward the far corner of the cave, where a small bundle of blankets rested on one of the emergency cots pulled in for the night. Juliet was asleep, she’d sat up there to play with her dolls earlier and dozed off a while ago. Her tiny face was half-buried in the fabric, one hand still loosely clutching the edge like she was afraid it might disappear.
“Again,” Damian said.
Alfie groaned this time. “We already did ‘again’ like ten times, dad.”
“Then ten more,” Damian replied without hesitation.
You pushed off the pillar slightly. “He’s eight, Dames”
Both Batman and his future Robin paused.
Damian turned his head just enough that you could see the edge of his expression beneath the cowl. “He will not be on the field if he cannot execute consistently.”
“I know,” you said, softer now, watching Alfie reset his stance again with a deep breath he clearly didn’t think anyone noticed. “But he’s also allowed to be eight while learning it.”
Alfie peeked over at you, grateful in the way only children are when they don’t want to admit it.
Damian looked back at him.
Then, after a beat: “Take a break.”
Alfie blinked. “Really?”
“Yes,” Damian said “five minutes.”
That might as well have been a holiday in Damians books Alfie immediately dropped his stance and ran toward the equipment bench, already talking about something unrelated to training, probably food, or video games, or both.
You watch him go with a smile, then turn to your husband “You’re going to turn him into a miniature version of you.”
“I am making sure he survives long enough to choose otherwise,” Damian said.
“That’s one way to phrase it.”
His gaze flicked briefly toward the cot where Juliet slept. Even through the mask, something in his posture softened a fraction.
“She should be in bed,” he said.
“She fell asleep halfway between deciding whether she was going to ‘help train robin,’ or just play with her dolls” you replied. “I don’t think she got much of a vote in where she fell asleep.”
Then, Damian walked over and adjusted the blanket around Juliet’s shoulders with more gentleness than anyone else ever saw from him. The Batman suit made the motion look almost unreal, the world’s most dangerous man, the Batman and a trained assassin, fixing his child’s blanket so she wouldn’t get cold in the Batcave.
When he straightened again, Alfie’s voice echoed from across the cave, complaining about how “five minutes is basically nothing.”
Damian didn’t look away from Juliet when he spoke to you “He is improving,” he said.
You glanced at him. “Alfie?”
“Yes.”
A beat passed. “And Juliet?” you asked.
That finally earned something like a quiet exhale from him—almost amusement, almost surrender.
“She is already dangerous,” Damian said. “Just in a different way.”
You smiled, watching your daughter sleep peacefully and joke. “She’s a second child, they usually are a little more feral,”
Alfie shouted from the bench, “Do I still have to do ten more rounds?!”
Damian turned slightly towards Alfie “Yes,” he said simply.
Alfie groaned and you leaned back against the railing again, watching them start back up.
Just a father and a son in the batcave. Behind you, Juliet made a tiny sleepy sound again, hugging one of her dolls tighter.
After a long day of work, Damian relaxes at the thought of you waiting for him on your shared bed, or even on the living room sofa.
It comes to a surprise when he comes home to you chasing around a dog the size of his shoe. He’s so confused that he just stands near the door, staring at what the hell he just walked in on.
You didn’t notice him yet. The dog had Damian’s sock in his mouth. You weren’t sure how it got ahold of it, but he did. And you needed it back.
It was when the dog shimmies under the sofa when you finally spot your boyfriend standing in the doorway. A surprise gasp leaves you. Of course you didn’t notice him. He’s light on his feet.
A huge grin replaces the shock look when you realize your boyfriend is home from work. “Dami!”
He catches you when you jump into his arms. He’s unsure why you are hugging him like he was gone for months, but he embraced it anyways, nose in your hair and smelling your scent.
“How was work?” You ask, planting kisses all over his face. A small smile tugs the corner of his lips. “Crazy day I bet?”
“We can talk about that later,” he stated, feeling something rub against his shoe. “I think there is a an important matter we should address.”
“What do you mean?” You question, completely forgetting about the dog that finally came from under the couch and is now snuggling your boyfriend’s shoes.
“My love.”
“Hm?”
He glances down and so do you.
Shocked, you untangle yourself from Damian and grab the puppy before it could run away. And with a smile almost taking up your entire face, you hold the pup out to him.
“What is it?” He trades looks between you and the puppy that looked anything but.
Your face drops. “It’s a dog, Dami. I was at the shelter earlier today and saw him. Apparently no one wanted him.”
“I can assume why.” He answers.
He’s looking at the puppy, desperately trying to find a cute thing about it then wondering what you saw about this thing that made you want it.
Think of a lollipop that’s been dropped on a carpet. That’s what the dog looks like to Damian. Not very adorable is it?
You gasp and smack his bicep. “He only had a day before getting put down. You know I couldn’t just leave him there. It wouldn’t sit right in my heart, y’know?”
“I think he’s well past his time.”
“I’ll have you know that he’s five months old. That means he’s still a puppy and a very adorable one at that.” You argue, ignoring your boyfriend’s distaste for your new puppy.
“Isn’t that right? Aren’t you a cutie?” You coo, nuzzling your nose against the puppy’s.
“Well,” he finally sets his suit jacket and briefcase on the table near the door. “If you want to keep it around then very well.”
He didn’t understand your attachment other than saving it from an early death, but for you? He’ll accept literally anything.
You lean up and plant a chaste kiss to his lips. Then before he say anything, you turn on your heel, accidentally whipping him with your hair as you did.
“His name is Charlie, by the way.” You say, your voice carrying throughout the house.
“Dear god it has a name.” He mutters under his breath, though because you know your boyfriend and his smart mouth, you hear him.
“Damian!”
“I apologize, my love.” He’s quick to say, following you down the hall.
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Cryo seems to commonly symbolize pain, hardship, and a sense of otherness, yet if the theories hold true, it may also represent love. Bruce has seen and experienced the worst of the world, he has been othered and hurt by those around him constantly, but at his core he is loving, he is caring, he is hope.
Dick - Pyro
This feels obvious, but Pyro is most associated with burning ambition and passion, with strong resolve. On the other side of this, Pyro vision holders are often consumed by these passions and ambitions, they tend to lose themselves, and many prominent Pyro Allogenes have been shown to have destructive tendencies. I think this pairs well with Dicks boundless enthusiasm and passion, but tendency to burn himself with his drive, and even his sometimes explosive temper.
Barbara - Dendro
Again, obvious, with the whole 'seeking wisdom and knowledge' thing. But I also think it suits her in another, bigger way. Dendro can also represent how life thrives despite hardship. Like how Sumeru rebuilds despite the Withering, how Nahida thrives despite her imprisonment, and how characters like Baizhu persevere despite their ailments. I think this above all, is why Dendro suits Babs, she is perseverance incarnate.
Jason - Anemo
Jason above all yearns for freedom, despite how he clings to what which he seeks freedom from, freedom from his past, freedom from expectations, from societal norms, and above all, freedom from his grief. Anemo is commonly seen to have ties to grief, most often represented in the loss of the Allogenes closest friends, but I think this can also represent grief of the self. Jason grieves who he once was, grieves who he cannot be, and yearns for freedom from that grief, I think this makes him perfect for Anemo.
Tim - Electro
This one I have less justification for other than 'It feels right' but ill try. Electro seems to have deep ties to ambition, and whether he likes it or not, whether he even realizes it, Tim is deeply ambitious, he may not have wanted to be Robin, but he strongarmed his way in anyways, he may not have wanted to be assassin trained, but he sought out that training anyway. He shows a pattern of subconscious ambition, on a surface level he does not particularly desire these things, but damned if he doesn't get them. Electro also tends to have a theme of eccentricity, of outsiderness, not quite to the extent of Cryo, but it is present, I believe this speaks to Tim's (self perceived) ostracization. Tim is often his own worst enemy, pushing himself away from others, before they can do it to him.
Cass - Geo
To be honest, this one took me a while, but eventually I settled on Geo. Cass, is above all, convicted. She is steadfast, determined, and self actualized. She knows her ideals, she knows her convictions, and she sticks to them with unwavering determination. She has been through the turbulence, she has seen the erosion, yet she stands tall and solid against the torrent, believing wholeheartedly in her ideals. She reminds me of the song "Heart of Stone" from Six the Musical. People often see a 'stone heart' as a negative, as meaning someone is emotionless, unfeeling, but I prefer the interpretation of someone unwavering, someone who stands throughout it all.
Steph - Pyro
To be honest, I have a hard time pinning down Steph, but she seems similar to Dick in this way. Enthusiastic, passionate, bright, and yet explosive and self destructive at times. I honestly don't have anything more for this that I hadn't already said in Dicks section. I hope to read more of her comics soon so I can gain a better understanding of her, she seems amazing, and maybe my decision will change as I learn more of her, but this is what I'm going with for now.
Damian - Hydro
Hydro seems to represent both justice, and kindness, two traits I think suit Damian the most. Above all else, he is kind, he is not often nice, but he is kind, despite his upbringing, despite his past actions, he tries, and chooses to be kind. He can be abrasive, rude, and combative, but he is also thoughtful, compassionate, and at his core, kind. He is also just, in the past his sense of justice was often misguided, targeted against perceived injustices (Tim) but as he grows, his sense of justice is refined and redirected. I think ultimately, the whole doctor thing demonstrates these two traits the best.
Duke - Hydro or Pyro
Honestly I'm in a similar boat as with Steph here. I haven't read his comics yet, and to my understanding his common fanon portrayal can be misleading at best, so I'm kind of lost here. But to my understanding, he fits well with both the almost explosive passion of Pyro, and the compassionate justice of Hydro, and I don't know him well enough to decide which. I would heavily appreciate outsider input here, especially from Duke enthusiasts. (same with Steph too)
Jean - Pyro
(Jeez this manor must be sweltering) Jean reminds me alot of Diluc when I think of it. I think Jean, like Diluc, shows off the more destructive tendencies of Pyro much more than the others. He is undoubtedly passionate, demonstratably enthusiastic, but this presents itself in a violence, and anger, that is not tempered by the more kind enthusiasm we often see in Pyro Allogenes. But despite this, Jean is not a bad person, not at his core, his ideals are admirable, his cause his just, but his passion causes him to lash out in a violent rage. He is a flame that has been fed gasoline, and needs to be redirected, lest he starve himself of oxygen in his fervor.
As a bonus have some character associations I though of as I was trying to figure them out
Bruce - Shenhe
Dick - Lyney
Jason - Wanderer
Babs - Baizhu
Tim - Lisa
Cass - Illuga, Albedo, or Zhongli (couldn't pick)
Steph - ???
Damian - Neuvilette
Duke - ???
Jean - Diluc
Steph and Duke enjoyers please share your thoughts I would love to hear more about them <3333
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𝕭𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖋 : Eldest-Sib!Reader comes back to the manor, only to spend it with new faces. All Eldest-Sib!Reader wantted was some rest.
𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : Platonic! Batfamily x Eldest-Sib!Reader
𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : Damien.
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Current Age: Twenty-Eight
Being redeployed was never something on your agenda. Why? Because since day one in the Marines, your agenda has been full of ranking up, assignments, missions, having to take care of team members that were under your command, reports and so on, so forth. So, you'd imagine the reactions your team gave you when you announced your redeployment... If you thought, "they are in distraught", you're wrong. They felt happy, not because you're a bad Captain but rather, you'll be finally relaxing after ten years of never leaving base and ten years of having no life outside of base.
That being said, after an entire day of bidding farewells to your teams and giving them an entire folders work of reports and assignments to be done, you were gone. The plane ride back to Gotham was long but, smooth besides the small space between seats and the always occupied bathroom. On the plane, you tried you hardest to not focus on the crying baby, the air that hit your face after one of the passengers directed it away from them and towards you, the need to use the bathroom after drinking three bottle of waters, and the ache on your back.
It. Was. Awesome.
After the entire day of being on the plane, you finally landed in Gotham's Airport. It was nostalgic. Not in the best or worst way but, it brought back memories. For a long moment, you didn't bother to move from your spot, ignoring the murmurs and irritated whispers from other passengers that were disembarking and walking around you to get through. Staring out the window, all you could see was the normal gloomy and air-polluted Gotham, which made you frown. Finally, deciding to move, you tightly held your duffle bag and military-tactical backpack as you moved between crowds of people to get out of the airport.
Had you not been from Gotham, you would've thought it was nighttime, seeing how gloomy it looked but you knew better. These were one of Gotham's gloomy mornings. Slowly, and with measured-heavy steps, you moved out of the airport before pausing at the edge of the sidewalk, watching and observing everything and everyone around you. Eventually, you raised your hand, flagging a cab and watching it roll up to you. You weren't a fan of cars or any moving vehicles but, you knew that walking from Gotham's Airport to the manor wasn't going to do well on the whole "relaxing" that you were meant to be doing.
With the cab now in front of you, you reached out and pulled on the cab's backdoor handle, opening it slowly before tossing your duffle bag and backpack onto the seat and the, you finally seated yourself. With all the weight from your duffle bag, you backpack, and your own weight, the cab shifted a bit. But what did you expect? You are a damn, huge, hulking Marine Captain. With you now seated in the backseats, door harshly closed with a thud, you sat stiffly and looked into the rearview mirror, catching the driver's eyes with an uneased glare. Naturally, the hawk-like stare made the driver shift and sweat in his seat before clearing his throat, "Go-... Good morning, I'll be your driver... Where to?"
At the driver's nervousness, you raised a brow before looking away from the rearview mirror, frowning deeply as you looked outside of the backdoor window.
"Wayne Manor. Thank you... and make sure to keep your eyes on the road."
The drive to the manor was silent. The driver didn't bother, didn't dare, and didn't try to speak to you--at all. Honestly, you were thankful because you were too tired to deal with some man who was practically pissing himself, in his seat. By the time the cab got to the manor, it was a little well past 0700, which was fine since the traffic to the manor wasn't too bad. Once the cab went into the manor's round-a-bout at the front of the entrance, you readied yourself by pulling the backpack around your shoulders and pulling your duffle bag into your lap, inching closer to the door. It was almost laughable, a Marine Captain being ready to jump out of a cab, as if it were some aircraft.
At the soft braking that the driver managed to pull off, you didn't waste time to simply toss money at the man, saying something along the lines of "keep the change" before stepping out the cab with your belongings and slamming the door shut. Just as the door slammed shut, the cab was quickly driven away from you and the manor. Now, standing in front of the manor, all you could do was simply stare up at the large building, fingers wrapping too tightly around the straps of your duffle bag and a strap of your backpack. With the morning's gloom and the gloom that came with the manor, it felt as though everything just got gloomier.
"It's been too long...", you said between your teeth. Oh, how you wished to call back the cab to get you back to the airport but, you knew that was impossible. You clicked your tongue in annoyance before approaching the manor's door, accepting fate. Just as you stopped at the door, looking at the door handle with hesitance that would've gotten you killed on the field, you reached out and just then, the door was opened.
You didn't bother to pull your hand away, not when your eyes were focused on the boy in front of you and standing at the doorway. Quickly, your eyes moved over the boy's body, making your already apparent frown deepen. Gotham Academy's uniform, around ten-years-of-age, Arabian, and-
"Tt. Who are you?"
Demanding. Annoying.
Deeply, you sighed before letting your hand drop to your side, considering if you should answer the boy's question. In a way, it felt nice to not have someone scared or instantly pissing themselves.
"Don't ya' know, you should introduce yourself before demanding someone else's introduction, kid?"
You didn't mean to cause any trouble with the kid but, seeing how the kid visibly stiffened and looked like he was turning red from being called a "kid"... you already knew that you pissed off whoever's spawn this boy belong too. Though, what you didn't expect was for the kid to lunge himself at you, making you instinctively switch grip on your duffle bag's straps and using your free hand to catch the boy's wrist. Due to on-field training, it came to you naturally to twist the boy's wrist inwards before tugging him forward, making him stumble, and with a swift motion, you managed to turn the boy around.
The boy started to curse out loud, something along the lines of "release me, bastard!" and "do you know who I am, idiot?!" Making me tighten my grip on the boy's wrist while holding it against his back. Just who was this kid, you mentally asked, not minding the boy's struggle and just when you were to speak, you heard rushed footsteps approaching the still opened door. Slowly, you turned your gaze up and you were met with the eyes of the manor's butler. Alfred Pennyworth. You, nor the butler said anything for a long moment, letting the boy's angered yells disappear into the background and also, disregarding the other approaching footsteps.
After a moment too long, Alfred cleared his throat before glancing to the boy and back to you, frowning slightly. "I see that you're back, Master... if you'd be so kind, unhand Damien."
So, the boy's name is Damien. You hummed quietly in contemplation before releasing Damien's wrist, gently shoving him away from your body before straightening yourself properly. Instantly, you felt Alfred's eyes scan over you, seeing the built and produced muscles, seeing some scars around your face and neck, seeing the exhaustion, and seeing how you looked far more different than what did before you left the manor. Just before you could address Alfred and his greeting, your eyes shifted to the few bodies standing behind him, eyeing my very existence. There were only two recognizable faces, other than Alfred's being in front of mine.
"Dick... Bruce... seems like the manor has gotten rowdy." Your words were dry, especially as you gave them a blank stare. First, your eyes went to the girl standing in front of Bruce, almost identical but, obviously belonged to someone else. Then, to the dark-skinned boy, eyeing him before turning to a blonde girl, seeing her eyes lit up for some odd reason. Finally, to a tired and pale looking boy, almost as if he was ready to drop dead in front of everyone. After looking amongst the pre-teens, teens, and young adults, your eyes drifted back to Bruce.
He was still tall as ever but, he looked exhausted, something you weren't sure that came from age, from his little secret night affiliation, or from both. From beside Bruce, you could see Dick shift between his feet, unsure what to do or say, not when the eldest amongst all came home. Feeling the moment prolonging, Dick finally coughed into his fist, one that he brought up to his lips slowly before saying, "H-Hey! It's been s-so long, h-huh? Missed y-you, big sib..."
The silence after Dick's words were deafening... though, it didn't last long. Not when everyone, slowly turned their head to Dick, all except Bruce and Alfred, before slowly looking at you.
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"YOU'RE THE ELDEST?!"
This was not what you were expecting. You weren't expecting to be questioned about being the eldest, not expecting to be pulled into the manor and dragged to the dining room's table, not expecting a plate of breakfast to be placed and in front of you, and not expecting for Bruce to be there. You also weren't expecting the other new face, the one with a scar that ran over his cheek and down to his lip. This was all too overwhelming but, as a Marine Captain, you hid that well.
After a long list of introductions, you finally learned everyone's name. Jason, the one that came after Dick and is currently twenty-three. There's Tim, the one who looked half dead and is currently, twenty-one. Then, there's Cassandra, Bruce's look-a-like but not, and is a few months older than Tim. There there's Steph, who's twenty, and Duke, who's eighteen. Finally, there was the demo- Damien... Bruce's biological son.
As questions flew across the dining table, all of which were directed to you, you answered some and ignored others while eating pieces of pancake from you plate that seemed to be never-ending due to Alfred putting more eggs, sausages, or pancakes when the quantity decreased. After a moment, you fell and everyone seemed to sense it before looking at you, watching as you looked at Bruce as you took a forkful of eggs. For a good three-to-four-seconds, you simply stared at Bruce before pointing at him, with your fork, then, shifting your fork towards Damien.
"I would've never thought you'd create your own bundle of joy... well, not necessarily joy but, you get me. Also, is my room still available or was it taken over by these demon-children?"
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Harmony swallowed the lump in her throat as she sat across from her brother. She was still wearing her dress, but Corbeau offered her his suit jacket to at least cover herself slightly as Silver paced in front of her. They were in his hotel room at Hotel Richissime and he seemed to be on the verge of an aneurysm.
“Corbeau, really? You were on a date with Corbeau?! The same Corbeau that father trained to take over Team Rocket?! The Corbeau who knows all of dad’s methods to get people to agree with him?! Are you mad?!” Silver exclaimed. Finally going off on his sister. His face almost as red as his hair as he yelled at her.
“Corbeau is sweet and caring! He might have been trained to be dad’s successor, but he still does good for Lumiose!”
“He’s a crime boss, Harmony! He does not deserve you!”
“I’m an adult Silver! I decide who deserves me! Not you or dad!”
“Well, you’ll have to be with him over long distance, as you aren’t staying here much longer! When morning comes we’ll go to that hotel of yours and pack up all your belongings.”
“You can’t do that! I have to see this through! Those poor Pokemon don’t deserve to suffer!”
“There are other trainers who can handle it! You were meant to come here on vacation after everything that happened-“
“I know why I came here for! But you can’t just tell me what I can or can’t do Silver! I’m taking this risk and you can’t stop me!”
Harmony’s brother clicked his tongue and pulled at his hair. Mumbling about how he was surrounded by stubborn women with a savior complex. Taking a deep breath, he looked at her with exhaustion.
“Look, I know you want to help these Pokemon, but Harmony…What if something happens to you? You already know what dad did when the incident occurred. Can you imagine what he would do if you got hurt here? How he would target all of your friends you’ve made here? How he would target Corbeau for not keeping you safe?” Harmony tensed at that. Fear in her eyes as she knew what he would do. Kalos would burn and Giovanni would be watching the flames consume everything with a wicked glee in his eyes.
“I…please Silver. Just a little bit longer. I’m close to being Rank A and then I’ll leave. I promise,” she begged, causing her brother to sigh.
“Fine. I’ll tell him that you’re getting your affairs in order here, but you better quickly get everything resolved. Any longer and I can’t hold him off,” he finally relented, causing Harmony to light up and hung her brother tightly.
“Thank you! Thank you!”
“And go change!”
———
Corbeau sipped at his whiskey as he sat at the bar counter that he had at his penthouse. His button up shirt unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up. Nervous about what Harmony and Silver were talking about. Wondering if she was going to be forced to return to Johto without saying goodbye. Nervous to know if Silver would tell Giovanni of his date with her and if that means he’ll be killed. The Team Rocket boss has killed for a much less offense than dating his daughter.
His Rotom phone flew out his pocket and showed it was Harmony calling. The Rust Syndicate boss quickly answered it just to hear her voice.
“Corbeau? Hey,” Harmony spoke, releasing some of the tension Corbeau felt.
“Hello sunshine,” he greeted. “Is he forcing you to leave?”
“No, but he says I have to get to Rank A soon or he doesn’t know how long he’ll be able to hold off my father for,” she explained. “But hopefully I’ll be able to stop the Rouge Mega Evolutions soon.”
“That’s good. I would hate to only take you out on one date and you having to leave that night,” he hummed, causing Harmony to chuckle softly at his words.
“So I take it tonight wasn’t a total disaster?”
“With you? I would walk through a Pyroar’s den if you asked for it.
“I knew I liked you for a reason.”
“Does that mean you would like a do-over tomorrow night?”
“I would love to. Will we go out again or stay in?”
“I could make you some sushi personally,” Corbeau offered and he could hear Harmony’s smile through the phone.
“I’ll hold you to it.”
“I wouldn’t expect any less.”
———
Although, that date for sushi had to be postponed as she got her next opponent for the ZA Battle Royale. Although, she had no idea who ‘Grisham’ was. So Urbain thought it would be a good idea to contact Emma.
Emma was hesitant to help her. Only doing so once Harmony defeated her in battle. She couldn’t help but feel a twitch in her eye start to form as she was first sent to Mabel and then led to a cafe. She greeted Griselle, who immediately had an attitude with her, and went up to the man who made the coffee.
And she was sent in another wild chase and found herself in front of a rundown cafe with boarded up windows and graffiti littering the walls. Saying things like ‘Evil’ and ‘Murderer’.
‘So this was the original base of Team Flare,’ Harmony thought as she sighed. Sure, it was no Gym, but she guessed it was inconspicuous. She knew her dad mentioned being asked by Team Flare to help track down a certain pokemon.
She heard footsteps behind her and turned. Grisham and Griselle arriving as Grisham started talking. Harmony barely had time to process what he was saying when Griselle challenged her to a pokemon battle.
That was the easy part. The not so easy part was when she descended down a hidden elevator that had a stupid password and into a destroyed base. Being told that she had to find keycards to open the door to the other elevator. Searching through a wild pokemon infested base that had Alpha Pokemon that were all too happy to try and kill her.
‘Silver and Corbeau are so going to kill me,’ Harmony thought as she dodged an Alpha Houndoom’s flamethrower. Having her Feraligatr use hydro pump to knock it unconscious.
Her clothes were burnt and ripped. Her hair falling out of the bun but she was finally in the lower levels.
Too bad they were pitch black.
“Why didn’t I have an electric type on my team again?” She mumbled as she almost fell face first after tripping on a stray cord. Her Feraligatr rumbled in response as it looked around her. Ready to jump in if need be.
She had her hands out and stopped when she felt a control panel under her fingers. She pushed down on the random buttons until she was almost blinded by lights.
Diagrams. Reports. Voice memos.
All plans to destroy a large chunk of life.
The inner workings of a mad man.
She jumped when she heard Lysandre’s voice from behind her. Her hand on her Pokémon’s Pokemon as her Feraligatr snapped its jaws in warning so that the man didn’t come too close to her. Lysandre ignored the water Pokemon and made his way to the front of the screen. Saying how he was remembering a few things. Harmony didn’t care. She just wanted to get out as soon as possible.
———
Corbeau listened as one of the business owners who owed money to the Rust Syndicate tried to reason with him about the interest. How he was going to pay him back, but with winter coming his business was slowing down. Corbeau normally would have been more generous, but this man was making excused and not trying to even attempt to pay him back. Hell, even if he paid 2 poke dollars a week then he wouldn’t have had a problem, but he’s received nothing.
So excuse him if his patience was running thin.
“Philippe, get him out my sight. Station two grunts at his place of business and each sale this man makes, have them confiscate least 85 percent of it.” The man tried to protest, but Philippe cracked his knuckles as a silent threat. Causing the man to shut the fuck up.
It wasn’t until he was alone that Corbeau pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Trying to relax despite his mood being so low it was in the catacombs.
Until he got a message from Harmony.
She send him a selfie of her and her Feraligatr. The caption under it reading she was now Rank A.
His eyes widened in surprise before he called her. Letting it ring for a few seconds before her voice was heard.
“Hey ‘Beau,” she greeted.
“Congratulations on getting to Rank A,” he breathed out. She chuckled softly.
“Thank you.”
“Who was your opponent?”
“His name was Grisham? Apparently he was apart of-“
“Team Flare,” he finished for her. A scowl forming on his face in annoyance.
“I take it you know him?”
“We’ve….crossed paths. But let’s not bring up bad memories. What do you plan to wish for now that your Rank A?”
“I don’t know to be honest,” she confessed. “I didn’t think I’d make it this far. I know everyone else’s wish, but not my own. How silly is that?”
“Well, you have some time to think about it,” he hummed as he took a drag of his cigarette. “Unlimited riches? A rare Pokemon? A trip to Paldea? Anything you want within reason. Just think about it.”
“You make it sound easy,” she hummed.
“Well, you could always just do someone else’s dream,” he suggested with a shrug that she couldn’t see. “Or you could take over Quasartico and give it to your father.”
She snorted at that. “What makes you think my dad doesn’t already have Jett in his back pocket?”
“True.”
“I better head to bed,” she said with a yawn. “I’ve had a long day and I would love to continue talking to you, but I need some time to relax. Probably run myself a bath.”
“Video call me then?”
“Bye Corbeau,” she laughed, causing his mood to lighten at hearing the soft laugh that was distinctly hers. He would see her tomorrow, and he would probably help her celebrate.
Too bad that wasn’t the case.
Corbeau was sleeping peacefully in his larger than life bed. His Scolipede wrapped around him when all of a sudden a loud explosion work them both up. The crime boss grabbed his glasses and ran towards his window. His eyes widening when he saw Prism Tower uncovered and glowing.
Author's Summary:
Dick can't sleep so he goes to find Bruce, and they get lost watching Youtube videos
damian is also there! my babies! they're Bruce's boys and i love them so so much. just a cute, fluffy short fic but is so beautifully written. go on, get!
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