Who in the Batfamily is the most pathetically down bad in bed in your opinion? Specifically for a sibling MC?
TW: INCEST/pseudocest, suggestive/sexual, codependency, men crying i guess, general batclan violence, caught in the act (masturbation), kidnapping, tried my best to keep it gn pls say I did good, you can tell when I started getting into it, implications of underaged uninformed consensual sex, etc.
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Jason Todd and Cassandra Cain. But since you didnāt specify like āoh, just the batsiblingsā I am going to go ahead and say that Bruce as well if he had a sibling.
It doesnāt matter the gender, doesnāt matter how they look like, if theyāre related or notāthose three would be down BAD.
I know that Damian would be down bad as well (they all would) but think about it like this: I am picking the tallest gnomes of the bunch. Even a person I would rank the least down bad would definitely kill and die for you, only that I know someone like Tim for example would treat it more casually and just as a thing that the two of you do. I donāt exactly think sex is a big deal for the guy, if that makes any sense. Not that he doesnāt want it or that he could do without just that itās more of a casual thing when it comes to Tim.
I think Jason, Cassandra, and Bruce would be the most down bad becauseā¦ those three have MAJOR trust issues. If youāre their sibling that they have a weird little thing with then youāre going to be locked DOWN by themāespecially Bruce with all that he has to lose if news about your relationship gets out.
BruceĀ is definitely at the top since, if youāre his sibling, then that means you have seen him and stayed throughout everything. Through the death of your parentsā, through all his raging grief, through those weird travels heād go on to āfind himselfā, through all the shit that comes with him becoming and then being the freakingĀ Batman.Ā And then all the relationships heās gone through as well as all the children heās taken in over the years, many of which you were forced to raise alongside him.
You stayed. Despite it all, you stayed.
I think you genuinely would easily become THE person he trusts implicitly, even if he sometimes does take your kindness for granted.
I think it would hit harder if you were the older sibling who somehow managed not to blame him for your parentsā death even as he does.
Bruce would likely often end up crying when he gets into bed with youānot only because heās ashamed of what heās doing, but because he loves you. Itās weird, wrong, and horrible, but he loves you.
It takes a lot of patience, and a lot of shit, but I do think that with Bruce you would end up getting the softest, most vulnerable side of him, if only because he canāt hide anything from you even if he tried.
He would love to spend hours in between your legs whenever he could. Again, it doesnāt matter what your gender is, you are not getting him off of you.
Now,Ā JasonĀ is another story. If youāre his bio sibling, then the two of you have major codependency issuesānot as bad as it would be with Bruce, but still pretty bad. In fact, itās codependency issues all around. Because this would mean you likely experienced Willis and Catherine and how swiftly he lost the both of them with him.
It would mean you experienced homelessness in Crime Alley with him.
I donāt really think these feelings would start when the two of you are still young but I do think the possessiveness is very much there. Like, Jason outright refuses to go anywhere that youāre not coming with and you do the same.
It only makes his death all the worse for you.
The two of you likely ended up distanced from each other by Bruce and Alfred in order to establish some sort of eventual healthy connection but really it just made everything worse as the two of you began to feel abandoned instead of loved. (I donāt think Jason getting visibly close to Dick helped much, either.)
And Jason, as much as he does love you, would be very likely to keep Robin a secret from you in case you end up getting roped into it as well.
He was young, not stupid.
When he dies, you donāt know about the Joker. You donāt know about Sheila Haywoods and how she was your mother too. You donāt know about Ethiopia. All you know is that your brother went on a trip.
And that now heās gone.
You are inconsolable for months, if not an entire year. And Bruce isnāt doing much better. No one is.
(It gets worse when, one day, they decide to sit you down and explain. Explain that your big brother was a hero. That he used to fly. And that somebody killed him for it.)
It all gets so bad, actually, that a kid has to swoop in and save the day so Bruce doesnāt end up getting himself killed.
Alfred tries to get you to like him with soft placating words and a promise that āit would only be for a little while, just a little whileā.
Dick tries to get the two of you to hang out more than once, each time ending up in a bigger disaster than the time before with you stomping off back to the Manor, leaving behind an empty cup of watered down soda and an absolutely drenched boy with an ice cube melting on the top of his bowl cut and orange soda sticking the front of his shirt to his chest.
(You refused to apologize. You still do.)
Even Bruce tries to intervene, for all that he was trying to run the kid out the house. He tries to get the two of you to talk in the library, maybe see if you have anything in common.
(Bruce ends up having to change, too, since walking around with an iced vanilla latte sliding down the back of his button up wasnāt exactly a good look.)
No one can make you like him. And eventually, they come to understand that.
Except, of course, for the man of the hour himself.
Itās not even the fact that heās some rich kid, born and bred with a silver spoon tucked between his teeth, thatās really bothering you.
Itās the way that heās clearly trying to slot himself into the vacant space your brother left. Like heās any better.
It takes a long time for you to tolerate him. It takes you even longer to acknowledge his presence whenever he dared walk into the same room as you.
And you wonāt say the two of you are friends. But you canāt say he hasnāt become at leastā¦ tolerable to be around.
Heās not your brother. He will never be. But heās Tim and itās gotta count for something.
Unfortunately, even this fragile relationship the two of you have doesnāt go over well with your recently revived big brother. Not even aĀ bit.
Jason has always been the type to silently watch youāeven when the two of you were teeny. He liked to look over you, to make sure that no matter what you were doing that you were safe while doing it.
So, when he catches you and the pretender sitting around eating together, he doesnāt exactly have the best reaction.
And while the attack he makes on Tim in the Titanās Tower isnāt just about you, the attack he makes on youĀ is.
Of all the people in the world he thought would stick by him if only as a dead man, he never thought you would let that thing anywhere near you.
(It isnāt just rage that simmers low in his gut when he slits the boyās throat. It isnāt just grief that boils over in his veins as he breaks into the manor. And it isnāt just something sad and hollow and tiny and unloved that sits in his chest as he walks into your silent, dark roomāa sense of abandonment that had been there long before he died.)
(It was jealousy. Green, hot, fiery jealousy.)
And he may end up kidnapping you while youāre asleep, having jabbed a needle into you just to make sure you remained asleep.
And you may wake up the next morning on a bed entirely not yours with one leg chained to the bedpost, with something heavy pressing against your back.
Itās not Dick. And itās certainly not Bruce. Neither would do any of this, wouldnāt even think about it.
So, you try to slip away, still sluggish from the drug induced heavy sleep and trying to remain unnoticed.
Unfortunately, a hand wraps around your armāheavy, calloused, and largeāand tugs you back onto the bed with more than a little ease. You end up flat on your back, laying beside the man who kidnapped you.
Green eyes blink slowly at you, once peacefully shut and now blindingly awake, bright in the most unnatural of ways. Time may have changed him, aged him, but stillāhow could you ever forget such a face?
That once pale skin now flushed with some colour, still too light to be called properly tan. Dark, messy hair you know not even a good brush could tame. And a mouth that has curled around your name more times than you can count.
You barely breathed. āJason?ā
For a long moment, the air itself froze. The chilly air of the room not daring to even brush at your face lest his eyes be carried elsewhere.
The deadman lying at your side only gives you one word.
You canāt muffle the sob that comes out of you.
It almost feels like you have your big brother back when all he does is wrap his arms around you all over again and tuck your head against his chest. You try to pull away to get a proper look at him, to see if itās really him, but all he does is tighten his hold on you.
Jason doesnāt touch you for a long timeāunless youāre asleep, then he tucks you to his chest, arms winding around you like some sort of steel cage, and refuses to let go.
You donāt struggle against any of it and still, his eyes drag over to every exit whenever youāre so much within the same space as one and you wake up the next day to heavier locks one those doors. Like you somehow made yourself into some sort of escape artist while he was dead.
Youāre sure Bruce must be looking for you.
(But youāre not sure if you ever want him to find you.)
Itās a very long time before he ever touches you.Ā GenuinelyĀ touches you. Not just to keep you from escaping with whatever magic trick he thinks you have locked up.
This next part is kind of inspired by one of my other posts. Itās the one about a platonic yandere who turns into a romantic one.
I think he would start with beginning to notice just how much youāve grown without him. How youāve changed. How youāve developed.
Itās not like he wants to be as weird as he is about you. But he canāt help it.
And youāre right thereājust a foot away and aching to be touched.
Unfortunately, with death comes this little annoying thing called Trauma. And as much as he wants to hold you he is also terribly scared to.
So the first time he touches you, a month into this whole thing, itās a small thing. Barely a graze of fingertips brushing past each other like any small breeze would. Itās there one momentāand then itās gone.
You don't ever talk about Timothy. You don't ever talk about his death. You don't ever even talk about the fact that he isn't dead anymore.
You don't talk about anything at all. He just watches you with a sharp dark gaze, pinning you down with just a stare.Ā
You know Jason thinks lots of things about you. You wonder if any of them are good.Ā
But the thing that truly tips your relationship with him from platonic to whatever it is now is when he realizes that taking care of you comes with a few extra things.
You didn't just need attention, food, shelter, and warmth.Ā
You needed to be taken care of.
As in, ehem, taken care of.Ā
Because, and I've said this before, fulfilling a sexual desire is in fact fulfilling a need, masturbation being one of the ways to handle those needs.
So, when he catches that you've been in the bathroom for a little too long Jason decides to just go in like the asshole he is.Ā
You like to blast music while you shower and being so deeply submerged in your own things, you don't even realize the door opened.Ā
Until, of course, he pulls back the curtain expecting you half passed out in the tub and is then greeted by the sight of you with your hands between your legs.
You do the understandable thing and you shriek and throw something at him.Ā
He could have easily dodged but he allows the shampoo bottle to bounce off his forehead before pulling back and walking straight out the bathroom.
It's not like he hadn't ever seen you naked beforeāhe hadābut he'd never seen you likeĀ thatĀ before.Ā
Honestly, you can't even look in his direction for several days after the fact and he's not too bummed about that. He can't do it either, not without seeing you like that all over again.
(This next part is likely to be inaccurate.)
CassandraĀ would most definitely beĀ veryĀ codependent if the two of you were siblings. Especially since the two of you would still have been raised as weapons, just with differing purposes.
I think the two of you would be twins. One silent and deadly, meant to be able to read a manās slightest twitch with terrifying accuracy, the other meant to peek into the mind of whomever dared to approach them. One for assassinations, the other for intel.
But honestly, your purposes donāt really matter when it all comes down to the same outcomeāyou and Cass running away.
Cass still ends up unable to speak for years since you do it for her and neither of you see any sense in her learning to speak if you can just do it instead.Ā
It takes a long time to get the two of you out of that mindset. To get you guys to realize that the two of you don't come in a set and that one day you would have to do things separately.Ā
It's kind of like how babies, specifically newborns, still think that they're a part of their mom. And then they have to learn that they are instead an entirely different, separate being. Like the two of you just never realized you're not still huddled up in a womb together.Ā
Cass and you would definitely have had a weird relationship from the start since the two of you are so used to just relying on each other, being each other's second half and all.Ā
So, instead of going to Bruce or Alfred or literally anyone else, when the two of you start going through pubertyāperiods, hormones, acne, or, if you're male, just the horrifying world of testosteroneāyou seek each other out.Ā
And so, whenever one of you starts ovulating or feeling particularly pent up (if not the both of you) you go ahead and decide that you can take care of those needs, too.Ā
With Cass's skill for reading body language (intention) and your skill for being able to practically read a person's mind (thought/feeling), you two are an explosive, disgusting, sickly sweet match in heaven.Ā
Just a pair of twins who love each other. Way too much.
BruceĀ would be one of the most down bad if this was his sibling since there would be a lot of trust and care built into the relationship and no expectation of perfection and also you would most likely have had to sacrifice a ton for him and he feels both grateful and indebted to you. So he would be allowed to be vulnerable with you.
Jason would be one of the most down bad if you were his sibling because of not only his trauma but all the things they've gone through together and also with you being the only remaining member of his bio family who still wants him, even if he literally kidnapped you and you had no choice but to do so. (He feels guilty and doesn't realize you just love him so he's kinda trying to make up for all the bad things he's done through loving you.)
Cassandra would be one of the most down bad because well, she loves you. She wants to make you happy and fulfill your desires. It's simple, really. She's also trying to find redemption through you but not in the way the others are. She doesn't really care about the incest part, she cares about the fact that she killed someone that one time.Ā
