What would Mark and the variants be like as girl dads?
absolute girl dad, to the point your daughter recognizes mark more then you. maybe he spoils her too much on a shopping trip, but he canât help himself, not when his precious girl looks so sad when she pouts. mark doesnât know it but heâs wrapped around her finger, but his daughter is aware of her cheeky actionsâmain, mohawk, shiesty, full mask.
one of the dads who matches with his daughter when they go out. this is the day he gives you a break, and he allows his daughter to go all out. she picked a matching pink shirt with him, yet mark doesnât seem bothered at all. they spend the entire day together, going to the park and checking out the malls claireâs. he doesnât allow her to get piercings though, but mark buys the press on jewels that mimic ear piercings.âomni, main, viltrum, mohawk, sinister.
tea party lieutenant. mark takes these parties so seriously, he doesnât care what outfits precious girl makes him wear, mark is wearing that glittery tiara. he even buys actual food and replaces the tea with juice, because he knows his little girl wonât actually drink tea. the two can spend hours together, eventually turning tea time into kitchen nightmares. âsweet girl, table 45 is missing their lamb chomps and table 32 is waiting on appetizers, what do i tell them?ââmohawk, main, lensless, shiesty, maskless.
was whole heartedly disappointed that his first born wasnât going to be a boy, mark was still grateful but he imagined rough housing with his son. now, mark is sitting on a tiny chair that barely supports his weight as he smiled and watched his little princess cover his face in makeup. the blue glittery nails she painted earlier glistened in the sunlight, his smile never leaving his face as she babbles on about her dayâmohawk, omni, viltrum, sinister.
mark gets so serious when itâs comes to park play, he swears the other little monsters better not lay a hand on his baby. heâs had so much more self control, and learned that beating up a literal six year old boy means heâll go to jail. mark grew to learn that sometimes meeting other rough kids can help his precious girl grow to be stronger then ever, even if he wants to push the little snot to the dirtâsinister, mohawk, shiesty, lensless, viltrum.
his daughter hated tummy time when she was a few months old, sobbing and crying as she waited for either you or mark to pick her up. so much restraint mark held as he was forced to listen to her screams and cries, but he knew she had to learn in order to progress through her aging. mark wishes he was able to coddle and baby his sweet angel before she grew older, he holds you both dearly to his heart and would never allow anyone to hurt either of you.âmain, viltrum, shiesty, omni, mohawk.
"mark, can you help me tie this?" you muttered, mark already behind you. tying the top part of your bikini top, getting a quick peep at your boobs before doing so.
you look in the full length dresser mirror that is in your hotel room, you and mark wearing matching swimsuits that were a simple teal colour, with white along the trim. you really dont know how you convinced mark to take a vacation.. but you did, mark really cant say no to you. especially when you give puppy dog eyes.
"are we go to go?"
mark spoke, a small smile on his lips as be grabbed the beach bag and the cooler.
"mark, can you help me tie this?" you muttered, mark already behind you. tying the top part of your bikini top, getting a quick peep at your boobs before doing so.
you look in the full length dresser mirror that is in your hotel room, you and mark wearing matching swimsuits that were a simple teal colour, with white along the trim. you really dont know how you convinced mark to take a vacation.. but you did, mark really cant say no to you. especially when you give puppy dog eyes.
"are we go to go?"
mark spoke, a small smile on his lips as be grabbed the beach bag and the cooler.
Can I see how would Mark show his love to the reader? What his love language?
friendly reminder my asks are always open!! requests are too, just read my rules!! thank you for the request my luv!! it's my first ask âĄâž(Ë¶Ë á” Ë˶)âžâĄ
LOVING YOU âËâčâĄ
WITH: Mark Grayson
SYNOPSIS: His love language.
WARNINGS: fluffy fluff :3
A/N : this is a good request.. i'll give you some headcanons!!!
MARK GRAYSON (INVINCIBLE)
when he's crushing on you, he's tongue-tied, less in the way of a complete inability to talk to you, more in the way that he stumbles over his words
his heart is in the right place, though!!
he loves hard, that's something you learn pretty quickly
having to flake on your dates is something he really despises
still, you reassure him with honey-laced words that you understand (he swears you're secretly a siren)
quality time...
ironically his main love language...
let's be honest, his life is busy, between navigating school, personal time and the ever-lasting threat against humanity, he finds just being in your presence soothes his soul
however his life leaves little room to spend said time together
but when he does? he savours it like a starved dog
he clings to you like a puppy, finding any time in his schedule to pay you a quick visit, or a planned date that he's been waiting ages for!!
not to mention if you show an interest in any of his hobbies, that's one quick way to win his heart too, if you'll spend time with him watching, reading, honestly, anything, he'll be content !! á” á” á”
physical touch...
when he's in rough shape though? physical touch all the way
whether it's lacing your hands together, cuddling in a warm tent under the stars, or even just gentle kisses peppered along your face through late-night shenanigans
you feel every ounce of his being in those moments
sometimes he feels worlds away (quite literally!!) but when your hand runs through his hair as he murmurs how much he loves you, he's back to the ground <3
Vacation with Damian includes⊠him ABSOLUTELY refusing to buy one of those tourists straw hats at the beach while your head is burning 40 degrees under the sun.
You end up getting it anyways. He caved and burrowed it from you after 30 minutes under the tropical sun.
Damianâs more of a cabin in the woods/rental rather than a hotel kind of guy because itâs far more private. Damianâs idea of comfort and relaxation most definitely isnât a place crowded with people.
Also, heâll be closer to nature that way and can be his inner Snow White in peace.
No zoos, definitely no zoos. But you both do end up visiting a couple of wildlife sanctuaries. By the end, youâve successfully gotten 200 pictures of Damian getting his cheeks pulled at by a monkey.
Definitely see Damian as the type of guy that dresses like a local to the point where people know youâre tourists only because of you. Also because youâve dragged him through hundreds of local shops and now heâs got his hands full of bags.
Damian is the type of man on vacation that doesnât bother leaving space in his suitcase because he knows heâs only bringing back MAX 3 souvenirs.
He keeps his second suitcase empty for you.
Vacations with Damian quickly turn passionate because he enjoys the fact that no one is here to bother or interrupt the two of you. No work, no saving Gotham, just uninterrupted time with you in a foreign bed.
Heâll give you the night of your life and leave you limping but still expect you to be up and running by 5:30am sharp because you guys have a hike that needs doing.
Damian pretends like he didnât plan much when whole time he was hunched up on the Batcomputer night and day trying to plan the best vacation for you.
Heâs had to fight his family not to intrude your trip, but he doesnât tell you that much because then youâd feel bad and in turn itâll make him feel bad. You already know how itâll end, and next thing you know, the whole family would be there cramping up your cabin.
Vacation with Damian Wayne includes feeling bummed out on your beach chair because every woman in the vicinity is staring at him since the second he slipped his shirt off.
You canât blame them, setting sun rays shinning on those delicious abs, thereâs even drops of water dripping down to his v-line and you lowkey have to restrain yourself not to bone him in front of all these women.
Queue a confused Damian as to why youâre sulking at him for âbeing too hotâ. He rolls his eyes at first but then he starts thinking that heâs actually ruining your trip and pulls you to his lap.
In front ofâŠeveryone.
Youâre ashamed that Damian had to go out of his comfort zone just to appease your childish sulking, but thereâs something so satisfying in the way the women roll their eyes at the sight.
Also, your back against his brick-wall of a chest feels amazing and youâre not sure you care about anything else at that moment.
Damianâs utterly embarrassed when you ask some grandma passing by to take a picture of you both along the shore with your digital camera, but the sight of you so giddy makes up for it.
She did take killer pictures though.
Damian does everything. From surfing, to jet skiing, to parasailing. Youâve got to have a strong heart to date someone like Damian.
Vacation with Damian means seeing that side of him that he rarely shows, even to you. Heâs relaxed and offguard and it makes your heart swell all the most.
He definitely ends up befriending the local cat and HAS to end up saving one animal while heâs there.
Also, you have to fight him not to bring back every damn stray he sees back to the manor.
Youâre not sure how youâre supposed to fit 6 dogs, 2 cats and one huge fuckass iguana back in the jet, but apparently thatâs something youâre supposed to figure out.
âDonât worry about itâ becomes your favorite line on vacation. Thereâs nothing too expensive for Damian Wayne, and nothing too heavy that those beautiful muscles youâre currently drooling over canât carry back to the room for you.
Damian opted out of a tour guide so you both could take all your time exploring. Also, so he could stop at every single point of interest to sketch them out.
He definitely sketches you secretly every time your eyes are lost on the horizon. He even writes little notes at the bottom like âSheâs entranced by a toucan, might have to get her one back homeâ or â Fell in a river slipping on a mossy rock after i told her 15 times to be careful. Still looks beautiful as ever, even with algae in her hair.â
If you two arenât already married yet then Damian would definitely consider proposing to you on holiday. He doesnât want to do anything half-assed though, so when you do end up going back home, heâll spend the next months planning the best trip for you and start looking into rings.
Donât expect to spent the whole day lazing about though. Even if Damian means to be relaxing, his routine makes it so that heâs never idle for too long.
If you want to spend one day resting up in your rental, donât be surprised when heâs gone by 5am to go hiking or at the closest gym.
AnywaysâŠjust make the mental image of Damian with one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh. Heâs got sunglasses on and the sunsetâs hitting his complexion perfectly. Youâre surrounded by greenery and youâre absolutely in love.
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A/N: fun fact that nobody gaf abt but english is my third language after creole and french.
maybe more headcanons of sinister taking care of you? love ur writing !!
.⊠ĘË besides you being with mark out of force, something inside of you canât make yourself hate him. stockholm syndrome goes deeper with you, the idea mark placed inside your mind is that you should been more grateful he keeps you alive and famished. mark treats you like royalty, he made you royalty with his status as a viltrumite. his words eventually get the better of you, he noticed how you began to believe him more and more with the damage heâs done to your planet. he makes mental notes on how to keep you in place, beginning with him torturing citizens when you act out of place.
.⊠ĘË isnât entirely a dog person nor a cat person, heâs a cow person. mark doesnât have any shame when it comes to eating meat or burgers, but he has a huge soft spot for cows. he loves their prints, the way they have huge wet noses that feels like a big kiss, mark enjoys their company. brought home a cow one time and he tried so hard to hide the animal, however you grew suspicious when a loud âmoo!â was heard outside the house. mark claimed that it mustâve been the wind, yet when you go outside you saw the huge cow eating the backyards grass. mark named her millie, but he calls her âmimiâ and regularly feeds her. no one besides you knows about her and he would prefer to keep it that way in order to protector from vengeful heroes who are after him.
.⊠ĘË mark struggled with recognizing faces throughout his life, sometimes his own parents would have blurs over their faces. during pick up time at school, he would wait until the familiar figure walked up and took him home. marks amazed he was never kidnapped, but even now he sometimes struggles with remembering past friends faces, the people he used to have a heart for. he never went to the doctor about this issue because he never told his parents, but the GDA dubbed mark with prosopagnosia and abuse that to their advantage.
.⊠ĘË mark is agitated most of the time youâre with him, even if you planned a relaxing day he seems to find the negatives in almost everything. it grows exhausting having to listen to him complain about how things should be, that if he planned the day it wouldâve been more efficient and enjoyable. mark notices your silence and stays quiet before muttering a half hearted apology, he only does this so he doesnât feel responsible for making you upset. donât feel as if youâre the reason for his anger, marks issues travel deeper down inside him then you realize.
.⊠ĘË waking up sweating and feeling the liquid drip down marks forehead has him on edge. he dreams regularly of eating you, how your meat would taste like heaven itself. mark canât get the thoughts out of his head, eating his own partner? the sickening realization that mark wants to eat you as a form of love, this is the only time heâs ever sick to his stomach about eating any type of meat. youâve become more weary about how he looks at you after that dream, he appears more hungrier then usual.
.⊠ĘË there was a show that mark saw scenes of before he took over the world, a television show that involved two men. one was a cannibalistic psychiatrist, while the other was an FBI profilerâtheir non physical yet complex romance story ended in both dead at the end. he never understood the ending, but when he grows older and begins his relationship with you, he began to understand why the two died together.
.⊠ĘË thereâs nothing mark has against lettuce or any vegetable, he just doesnât see the appeal. he was forced to consume many vegetables when he was younger because his mother and father force him too. âthese are good for youâ was how debbie used to scold him, making the fork do airplane motions in order for mark to eat them. as a boy heâd throw a tantrum, forced to sit at the table until every single piece of broccoli was gone, this is where his preference towards meat began.
.⊠ĘË no matter how hard you attempt to forget the feeling of marks touch against your skin, a part of you yearns for his warmth. he wonât allow you to enjoy others, whether or not itâs sexual, mark completely ruined the feeling other anotherâs touch. he thought he ruined you, but somehow you managed to bring him down with you. mark canât bring himself to eat you because once youâre gone, thereâs nothing left then to drag his body into earths core, completely destroying the planet. heâd rather get an execution by his own kind, a wise man told himââsuicide is a cowards attempt.â
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âi fucking hate you, but i canât help but love you.â
a/n: heâs so complicated istg sinister u do some terrible shit
content batfam x gn! reader, references to human trafficking/attempted kidnapping, references to organ selling/illegal organ harvesting, medical trauma (hospitals/clinics/body part loss), mentions of fear toxin (hallucinations, panic, near-death experiences), references to cults (blood oaths, religious manipulation), mentions of homelessness/running away from home, implied childhood neglect/poverty/debt-related exploitation, violence, threats, dark humour as a coping mechanism for trauma, implied exploitation of minors
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characters bruce wayne, dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake, damian wayne, duke thomas, stephanie brown, cassandra cain
wordcount 3.4k
bruce wayne
Bruce is used to Gotham horror. He has files. Statistics. Case histories. The names of victims carved into the back of his skull.
He is not used to you saying, very casually over dinner:
âOh, I hate lemon antiseptic smell. Reminds me of the clinic where they bought my kidney. Anyway, pass the rolls?â
Bruce freezes.
Not dramatically. Not outwardly.
But everyone who knows him sees it. His hand stills on his fork. His jaw tightens. His eyes go cold in that dangerous, quiet way that usually means someone in Gotham is about to discover why billionaires can afford lawyers and surveillance satellites.
He asks, very softly, âWho bought it?â
You blink at him. âMy kidney?â
âYes.â
âBruce, this was years ago.â
âThat wasnât my question.â
Bruce becomes almost painfully gentle with you afterwards. Not pitying, because you would probably bite him for that, but attentive.
He starts noticing things.
How you sit with your back to walls. How you always check exits. How you flinch at hospital scenes in movies but laugh it off before anyone can notice. How you know which streets to avoid, which churches arenât churches, which clinics donât ask questions, which âcharity vansâ are not charity vans.
He asks if you want help.
You shrug. âIâm alive, arenât I?â
Bruce hates that answer.
Because it sounds too much like Jason. Like Dick after pretending the circus didnât haunt him. Like Tim after losing too much sleep to feel real. Like every Gotham child who learned survival before multiplication tables.
If youâre dating him, he becomes deeply protective in a way that is both tender and terrifying.
He does not cage you. He knows better.
But Gotham quietly shifts around you.
The clinic that hurt you? Shut down.
The men your mother owed? Suddenly under investigation for tax fraud, smuggling, kidnapping, and six other crimes they absolutely committed.
The street where you were nearly trafficked? A new Wayne Foundation shelter opens two blocks away with security, food, transportation, and counsellors who actually know what theyâre doing.
You catch on eventually.
âBruce.â
âYes?â
âDid you emotionally cope with my trauma by restructuring an entire neighbourhood?â
A pause.
ââŠNo.â
âBruce.â
âA little.â
His care is quiet but enormous. He does not always know how to hold you, but he knows how to build a world where what happened to you becomes harder to repeat.
And when you make jokes like, âItâs fine, I only have one kidney, but I have twice the personality,â he doesnât laugh at first.
Eventually, though, when he knows you want him to, he gives you the smallest, saddest smile.
âYou do have an alarming amount of personality.â
âThank you. Itâs where my second kidney wouldâve gone.â
He sighs like heâs suffering.
But his hand finds yours under the table.
dick grayson
Dickâs first instinct is to laugh because you said it like a joke.
Then the words actually process.
âYeah, I donât go near that alley anymore. Almost got grabbed there when I was sixteen. Super embarrassing. I dropped my fries.â
Dickâs smile dies so fast it practically leaves a chalk outline.
âYou almost got what?â
You wave him off. âItâs fine. I stabbed the guy with a broken umbrella and ran.â
Dick looks like he has just been shot, resurrected, and shot again. âYou were sixteen?â
âMaybe fifteen. Gotham birthdays are more of a vibe than a record.â
Dick gets emotional. Like, visibly.
Heâs the one who says your name in that soft, careful way that makes your defences go up immediately.
You try to dodge.
âDonât do the concerned forehead wrinkle thing.â
âIâm not doing a forehead wrinkle.â
âYouâre literally making the face nurses make before telling you insurance doesnât cover anaesthesia.â
That makes him look worse.
Dick is a fixer, a hugger, a bleeding-heart acrobat with too much love and not enough self-preservation. He wants to wrap you in blankets and personally suplex Gotham into the sun.
But he learns quickly that you donât want to be treated like glass.
So instead, he matches your energyâbut gently.
You say, âFun fact, donât talk to those guys on 9th. Theyâre a cult. They tried to get me to marry a sewer prophet once.â
Dick, without missing a beat, says, âWas the sewer prophet cute?â
You grin. âHonestly? Great bone structure. Terrible theology.â
He laughs, but his eyes stay sharp. Later, Nightwing absolutely checks out the âcult guys on 9th.â
If youâre together, Dick becomes your safe place in a very physical way.
Not smothering. Not controlling. But he always offers his hand before crossing certain streets. He walks on the outside of the sidewalk. He texts you when Scarecrow escapes Arkham, even before the news breaks.
When fear toxin gets mentioned, his whole demeanour changes.
You once say âI hope Scarecrow chokes on his own gas. Last time I hallucinated my dead neighbour crawling out of my sink for six hours.â
Dick goes quiet.
Then, carefully, âYou went through a Scarecrow attack alone?â
âMostly. A raccoon was there.â
âA raccoon?â
âEmotionally, he did his best.â
Dick does not know whether to cry or kiss you.
Possibly both.
He is the one who helps you relearn joy without making it feel like homework. Rooftop picnics. Bad movies. Trips outside Gotham where the air doesnât taste like rainwater and crime.
He loves your humour. He just wishes it didnât have teeth marks in it.
jason todd
Jason gets it. Thatâs the problem.
The first time you casually drop something horrifying, he doesnât freeze like Bruce or panic like Dick.
He goes still.
Deeply, dangerously still.
âHospitals are gross. Last time I was in one, they removed an organ and paid me like it was a pawn shop transaction.â
Jasonâs eyes lift to yours. âWhat organ?â
You shrug. âKidney.â
âWho?â
âJay, this is not a murder quest.â
âI didnât say murder.â
âYou thought it very loudly.â
Jason understands dark humour as a survival language. He speaks it fluently. So when you joke, he doesnât immediately tell you to stop. He knows sometimes joking is the only way to pick up the memory without it burning your hands.
But later, when youâre alone, he says, âYou know that was messed up, right?â
You snort. âNo, really?â
âI mean it.â
And thatâs when his voice changes. Rougher. Lower. Not angry at you. Never at you.
âYou shouldnât have had to make that normal.â
That gets you.
Because Jason doesnât say it like pity. He says it like someone who knows exactly what it means to survive something and then get treated like the survival was proof it didnât hurt.
If youâre dating Jason, he is fiercely protective, but he respects your autonomy more than anyone expects.
He wonât baby you. He wonât tell you that you canât go somewhere.
But if you say, âDonât walk down that street after eleven,â Jason hears an entire case file in one sentence.
The next week, that street has Red Hood presence.
Not flashy. Not obvious.
But people vanish from corners. Traffickers get nervous. Cult recruiters stop loitering. Predatory clinics discover that someone has burned their records and mailed copies to every law enforcement office, journalist, and victim advocacy group in the city.
You look at him over breakfast. âDid you threaten a cult for me?â
Jason sips his coffee. âNo.â
âJason.â
âI threatened a cult for Gotham. You just inspired civic engagement.â
Heâs also the one who can sit with your worst stories without flinching. He might look like he wants to tear the city open brick by brick, but he wonât make you comfort him for your pain.
When fear toxin comes up, though?
Oof.
You say, âYeah, Scarecrow gas got me once. Saw my own body hanging from the ceiling. Zero stars. Would not recommend.â
Jasonâs face goes blank.
He has nightmares that night.
Not because he thinks youâre weak.
Because he can imagine too well what it did to you.
He holds you differently afterwards. Like youâre not fragile, but precious.
And when you make some awful joke like, âAt least Scarecrow helped me discover Iâm creative under pressure,â Jason mutters, âYouâre sick.â
âYou love me.â
âYeah,â he says, too fast. Too honest. âI do.â
Both of you freeze.
Then you whisper, âThat was grossly sincere.â
Jason groans into his hands. âForget I said it.â
âNever. Iâm putting it on a mug.â
tim drake
Timâs reaction is delayed because his brain immediately starts building a conspiracy board.
You say, âOh, avoid the blue-door clinic near Sheldon Park. They buy organs, but only if youâre desperate enough not to ask for paperwork.â
Tim looks up from his laptop. ââŠWhat?â
You keep eating cereal. âYeah, sketchy. Bad magazines in the waiting room, too.â
Tim slowly closes his laptop.
That is how everyone knows something terrible has happened.
âCan you repeat that?â
âThe magazine thing?â
âThe organ thing.â
Tim is horrified, but his horror is very analytical. His eyes sharpen. His voice gets careful. He asks specific questions. Dates. Locations. Names. Descriptions.
You eventually squint at him. âAre you making a mental spreadsheet?â
âNo.â
âYou are.â
âItâs more of a relational database.â
âTim.â
âIâm coping.â
Tim does not do well with the randomness of your trauma. Not because he judges you, but because he canât stand unsolved harm.
Someone hurt you. Someone profited. Someone built a system that made it possible.
And Tim wants names.
If youâre dating him, he becomes quietly obsessive about making sure you are safe in ways you might not even notice at first.
Your phone mysteriously gets better security.
Your routes home become âaccidentallyâ optimised away from dangerous areas. A WayneTech-funded investigation into illegal clinics begins after Tim âjust happensâ to mention some suspicious data to the right person.
He does not push you to talk unless he thinks youâre in current danger. But when you do talk, he listens like he is taking testimony from the last surviving witness of a buried city.
He remembers everything.
You once say âOh, those guys? Yeah, theyâre a cult. Donât make eye contact. They love eye contact. Thatâs how they got Marcus.â
Tim pauses. âWhoâs Marcus?â
âGuy from my old building. Nice. Bad at boundaries. Accidentally joined a basement religion.â
âDid he get out?â
âPhysically? Yeah. Emotionally? Unclear.â
Tim does not sleep that night.
The next day, he has a file labelled Basement Religion???
Steph sees it and goes, âWhat the hell?â
Tim says, âGotham has patterns.â
Timâs care is practical and almost invisible. Heâll leave food near you when youâre spiralling. Heâll stay awake when fear toxin incidents are on the news. Heâll sit beside you in silence because he knows questions can feel like knives.
But sometimes your casual delivery cracks him open.
You joke, âHonestly, selling a kidney was easier than applying for college aid.â
Tim stares at you.
Then he says, very softly, âIâm sorry no one helped you.â
And that one lands.
Because beneath all the caffeine and case files, Tim knows what it is to be alone in a mansion-sized life with no adults looking closely enough.
He loves you like a promise heâs terrified to break.
damian wayne
Damian does not understand casual trauma at first.
Not because he lacks trauma.
Because in the League, pain was either weakness or instruction. You did not joke about it. You endured it. You became sharper. You buried the body and the feeling beside it.
So when you say, âOh, I know that symbol. Cult. Big cult. Super into blood oaths and soup kitchens. Weird combo.â
Damian stares. âYou were involved with them?â
âNah. Almost. They tried recruiting me when I was homeless for a bit.â
âYou were homeless?â
âYeah, but only in the normal Gotham way.â
His face darkens. âThere is no normal way to be homeless.â
You blink because, wow, okay, that was unexpectedly compassionate and now youâre emotionally cornered.
Damian gets angry.
Not loud angry. Not tantrum angry.
Cold, princely, sword-edge angry.
He sees your trauma as an insult to your dignity. He is furious that Gotham took pieces of you and then expected you to keep walking around like nothing happened.
If youâre dating him, his protectiveness is intense but awkward.
Heâll say things like, âYou will inform me if anyone attempts to harvest your organs again.â
And youâre like, âDami, babe, that is not usually a recurring social appointment.â
He scowls. âDo not deflect.â
He struggles with your humour the most.
You say, âScarecrow gas gave me hallucinations so bad I apologised to a vending machine for being born.â
Damian looks genuinely stricken. âThat is not amusing.â
âItâs a little amusing. The vending machine forgave me.â
âIt did not.â
âYou werenât there.â
He has to learn that sometimes your jokes are pressure valves. If he tries to shut them down, the whole room gets heavier.
Eventually, he develops his own dry responses.
You: âI almost got trafficked on that street.â
Damian: âThen we shall not use that street.â
You: âI mean, it was years ago.â
Damian: âThen the street has had years to repent and failed.â
That one makes you laugh so hard you almost choke. Damian looks proud for three days.
His care shows up in strange, beautiful ways. He trains youânot because he thinks youâre helpless, but because he believes you deserve the confidence of knowing exactly where to strike if someone touches you wrong.
He walks with you through the city and quietly asks about landmarks.
âBad memory?â
âNeutral.â
âAnd that one?â
âCult-adjacent.â
âNoted.â
God help anyone Damian notes.
When he loves you, he loves like a blade placed between you and the world.
Still learning softness. Still learning jokes. Still learning that your survival is not a battlefield report.
But trying.
So hard.
duke thomas
Duke understands Gotham from the civilian side more than most of them. He knows what it means to be a regular person in a city where monsters make headlines and ordinary cruelty hides in the footnotes.
So when you casually say, âYeah, I avoid that block. There was this guy offering runaway kids âjobs.â Translation: bad news with a van.â
Dukeâs whole expression shifts.
Not shock, exactly.
Recognition.
He says, âYeah. I know the type.â
That makes you pause.
Because Duke does not react like youâve revealed some impossible darkness. He reacts like Gotham has names for this kind of thing and he hates that you know them too.
Duke is steady. He does not overwhelm you. He does not interrogate you. He just steps closer in a way that makes the world feel less tilted.
If youâre dating him, he becomes your grounding force.
When your jokes get too sharp, he notices.
You say, âFear toxin? Been there. Screamed so hard I lost my voice. Kind of peaceful afterwards, honestly.â
Duke doesnât laugh. He gently says, âThat sounds terrifying.â
You shrug. âIt was Tuesday.â
He nods. âStill terrifying.â
Thatâs his gift. He doesnât let Gotham normalise what happened to you. But he also doesnât make you feel weird for having normalised it yourself.
Heâll walk with you through places that scare you if you ask. Heâll avoid them completely if you donât. Heâll bring snacks, because Duke believes snacks are a valid emotional support system and honestly? Correct.
He also gets quietly furious. Especially about cults.
You tell him about a group that targets kids after school, offering food and shelter and âfamily.â
Dukeâs eyes go hard. âTheyâre still active?â
âProbably. Gothamâs like mould. You think you cleaned it, then boom. Basement prophet.â
Duke exhales. âIâm checking it out.â
âPlease donât get culted.â
âIâm not getting culted.â
âThatâs what Marcus said.â
âWhoâs Marcus?â
âExactly.â
Duke has the best balance of humour and care. He can joke with you without letting the joke erase the wound.
And when you wake up from nightmares, he doesnât demand details. He just turns on a soft light and says, âYouâre here. Iâm here. Nothing from back then gets to touch you tonight.â
Simple. True. Solid as sunrise.
Duke loves like morning after a city-long blackout.
Not blinding. Just enough light to remember the world is still there.
stephanie brown
Stephâs reaction is loud because Stephâs heart is loud.
You say âHospitals freak me out. Sold my tonsils once. Long story. Very weird Craigslist energy.â
Stephanie drops whatever sheâs holding. âYOU SOLD YOUR WHAT?â
âMy tonsils.â
âCan you even sell tonsils?â
âGotham finds a way.â
âThat is the worst sentence anyone has ever said.â
Steph is horrified. Furious. On the verge of tears. Also, immediately making a joke because she, too, has the sacred Gotham coping mechanism: clownery over collapse.
She points at you and says, âOkay, first of all, no more selling body parts without me.â
You grin. âYou want commission?â
âI want to commit arson.â
âThatâs illegal.â
âSo is organ theft, babe. Keep up.â
If youâre dating her, she becomes fiercely, messily protective.
Steph knows what itâs like to have people underestimate your pain because youâre funny. Because youâre pretty. Because youâre loud. Because you keep moving.
So your casual trauma dumps hit her hard. Especially when she realises youâre not trying to shock anyone. You genuinely think these are normal anecdotes.
You say âOh, donât go into that community centre after dark. Cult. Very smiley. Bad vibes. They once tried to convince me my blood had moon debt.â
Steph stares. âMoon debt?â
âYeah.â
âYour blood?â
âApparently.â
âI hate this city.â
âValid.â
She starts a note in her phone called Your Horrible Gotham Yelp Reviews.
Entries include:
âBlue door clinic: illegal organs, bad magazines.â
â9th Street cult: moon debt???â
âCorner near Sheldon: trafficking, avoid.â
âScarecrow: little freak, kill on sight emotionally.â
Steph is the one who validates your anger.
When you say, âI hope Scarecrow chokes,â she says, âSame. I hope he steps on a Lego first.â
When you say, âIt wasnât that bad,â she says, âLiar, but cute.â
When you say, âI survived,â she says, âYeah, and you deserved better than survival.â
That one shuts you up.
Steph will hold your hand in public and swing it between you both like you are just two normal people in a normal city, even if Gotham is rotting around the edges.
She makes you laugh without making you feel like your pain is the punchline.
And if someone from your past shows up?
Stephanie Brown goes full glitter-covered vengeance.
No hesitation. No mercy.
cassandra cain
Cass notices before you say anything. She sees the way your shoulders tense near certain streets. The way your breathing changes around medical equipment. The way your smile turns too bright when people talk about Gotham âresilience.â
So when you finally say something casually, Cass is not surprised.
But she is hurt.
Quietly. Deeply.
âOh, yeah, I hate that smell. Fear toxin residue smells kind of sweet before it ruins your life.â
Cass looks at you. Really looks.
You smile like itâs nothing.
Cass reaches for your hand.
Thatâs it. No interrogation. No dramatic gasp. No âwhy didnât you tell me?â Just her fingers around yours, warm and steady.
Cass understands bodies better than words. She reads the story your mouth tries to turn into a joke.
If youâre dating her, she becomes the safest silence in your life.
You can tell her things badly. Out of order. With humour. With no emotion. With too much emotion. With your eyes fixed on the wall.
She accepts every version.
You say âAlmost got taken on that street once. Running away from home. Rookie mistake.â
Cassâs face changes. âNot mistake.â
You blink.
She says, firmer, âNot yours.â
It is four words, and somehow they hit harder than anyone elseâs paragraphs.
Cass is careful with touch. She always asks without asking: a hand held out, a pause before stepping closer, a look that gives you room to say no.
If you flinch, she does not take it personally. If you joke, she lets you.
Sometimes she even jokes back, very softly.
You: âCult guys. Smile and nod, then run.â
Cass: âI can scare them.â
You: âYou can scare everyone.â
Cass, tiny smile: âGood.â
Cass is terrifying when protective.
Not loud. Not showy.
One day, the people who made you feel hunted simply begin avoiding you.
You do not know what Cass did. No one knows what Cass did.
Cass brings you tea and looks deeply innocent, which is how you know she absolutely did something.
Her love is not about fixing your past. It is about teaching your body that not every hand reaching for you is a threat.
With Cass, healing feels less like confession and more like breathing.
straddling on top of an angry Arabic teenager, y/n snickers behind his hand. âWhy so angry?â He teased, poking at Damianâs nose. Damian didnât even flinch from the booping before grabbing y/nâs wrist and twisted it slightly.
Immediately y/n yelped, smacking Damianâs arm. âOkay!! Okay!! Iâll get off!â Damian eased his grip, leaving the boy to sit up in his own bed. He watched his so called âenemyâ wince and pout before sticking his tongue at him.
âWhat was that for?â Y/n asked, rubbing his wrist. He was now on the left of the teenâs bed.
âYou didnât call me back after you affirmed you would last night.â
Y/n gave him a, âI did?â Look before remembering and now look sheepish
âOops?â The catboy shrugged, he then sat straight up as he noticed Damianâs expression.
Damianâs face hardened. âYou. Promised.â
âDami⊠I .. I just forgot okay? I went on a heist with Selina and got side tracked okay?â Y/n spoke softly as he tilts his head carefully. He couldnât see how the green eyed boy was clenching his jaw. He was waiting to hear his belovedâs voice, he just wanted to feel close in that intimate way of being on call with someone he cared.
Damian stayed silent, which was even worse than now being scolded slash called out from before. Jeez heâs just like Bruce. âAlright, alright. How about I stay tonight?â Y/n proposed. He just hoped Damian could at least ease up on him.
After a beat of silence, Damian laid back down. âFine. Iâll accept the offer. But no funny business.â He said sternly. Immediately y/nâs eyes widen before smirking.
âOf courseee.â
As soon as y/nâs eyes were closed, he was knocked out, snoring softly as Damian turned to face him. Damianâs eyes softened, his eyes tracing over the cat like boy who seemed to curl up with his hands close to his face.
Damian pressed a gentle kiss to the boyâs temple before sleeping peacefully. Enjoying the peace between them both.
After mathâ dick walks in to wake Damian for breakfast only to find Damian holding y/n close to his chest. Damian was breathing softly against y/nâs neck while y/n slightly purrs in his sleep. Dick awwâs and takes a small picture. âHeâs growing up so fast!â He whispers, closing the door quickly.
