I physically need Jason Todd to have several popular accounts as a reviewer of, honestly, anything.
New article in Gotham Gazette? A famous five-star reviewer already wrote a comment on what unethical methods the writer had used, along with debunking the rest of the article. And guess what? It has more likes than the original post.
New restaurant opened? Another famous critique just finished polishing a very detailed post regarding everything inside it — the decor, the cooking techniques, the service (he almost never picks up on waiters, though). It is so on the spot that, honestly, the owners can't even argue with the review.
New movie? Uh-uh, be sure you write your characters properly. New vigilante? Get detailed information on your methods of work and fighting style — and, hey, it might be even useful. New book? Be careful, someone is about to kick your ass on the Internet, unless written worthy.
The funniest part? No one assumes that it is the same person.
And the batfamily? Well, they have no time for this. Expect for... Tim.
Tim, sending a link to Vale's article: Hood. Drag her ass.
Jason: lol
Jason: give me, like, an hour–
Tim: Had I told you you are my favourite?
Jason: i might have an idea, yeah
Tim: Hood. The new restaurant is so ass. They are also homophobic and stared at me and Kon the whole evening like we killed someone. Do something.
Jason: sec
(The restaurant gets closed in, like, two days after that)
Tim: Jason. Bruce pisses me off this week.
Jason: LOL
Jason: wake up, birdie, the new article shitting on Batman's technics just dropped
Hii I see that you write for batfamily if you don’t want to write this I get but but so you think you can do a batfamily x suicidal batsis where she Damian full blood sister and shes not worth it and takes the day off and doesn’t go on patrol and b4 they come back she takes a bottle of pills and Damian goes to check on her(brother sister love) and she in the bathroom barely breathing and she dies but they bring her back via Lazarus pit and she comes back with a streak like Jason’s but blue and has Ice powers. (And can her and Damian be like really close. Same with her and Jason thanks)
OMG I had a similar idea before! Thank you so much for the ask. I don't know much about health care and hospitals, but I'm trying my best. Sorry this took so long, writer's block hit me really hard.
Italics are your thoughts.
'These are Damian's thoughts'
TW: $uicidal thoughts, $uicid3 (attempt?), OD, negative self-talk (she's not having a good time at all + some from the Batfam), internalized misogyny, a bit of misplaced blame out of grief (from Damian onto reader)
If you're feeling like this or relate, please seek help if you haven't already. I am here for you if you need to talk to someone or someone to just listen. Please don't commit $uicid3, you matter even if you don't think so.
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You landed ungracefully onto the training mat and were pinned for the third time in the last hour. You couldn't help but think if you'd trained harder and as often as your brother Damian, you'd at least put up more of a fight before going down. You attempted to get out of his grip but it was useless. Damian had an iron-clad grip on you that wasn't letting up. You stopped struggling and let your head fall in defeat, then tapped three times, signaling your surrender. Damian instantly let go and you got onto your feet.
You two were the only people in the cave. You had come down to let out some frustration, only to find Damian training. He had requested (demanded) you spar with him and you accepted, not thinking it would cause even more frustration. You thought it'd give you more bonding time with your twin. Sparring together was an often occurrence as it allowed you two to just exist together and not worry about the expectations of others. It allowed you to be yourselves together, something you didn't do often.
Currently, it was making you want to run upstairs and sleep the day away. Damian could tell something was off with you, but he wasn't able to discern what. He scanned you for injuries but found none. Your eyebags weren't too dark, so you weren't sleep-deprived. He didn't know what else to look for. It was troubling him greatly. Sometimes he'd wish he had Cassandra's ability to read people and Dick's ability to comfort. It would make situations like these so much easier.
"You are slower than usual."
You're making him worry.
"I am aware." The remark comes out more bitter than you intended.
Now he'll worry about you even more.
You descend into silence again, his contemplative and yours due to your thoughts as you stare at each other.
Look at what you did, he won't be focused on patrol anymore and could get killed because of you. You couldn't just assure him you were fine, could you? You just had to make him worry. Some Al-Ghul Wayne you are. You don't even deserve those titles.
Having enough of the staring contest, you head to the showers, leaving Damian to stare at your back as you walk away. Usually you'd tell him what was wrong. What was troubling you so greatly?
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You were in your room, staring at the ceiling. The others had left minutes, maybe hours ago? You were supposed to go on patrol with them, but Damian must've mentioned your odd behavior. No one came to get you.
They probably forgot about you. After all, you don't bring anything to the team other than numbers. They don't need you. You're just a body that gets in the way. If you died, they wouldn't even notice. They'd be happier, they wouldn't have to deal with a disappointment.
You were used to these thoughts. You heard them all the time. They got louder when you were alone, and more vicious.
You have extra pills, use them. Don't be a coward. Help out your family. They won't have to witness your inevitable death due to your stupidity or drag your incompetent self's corpse back to the cave. Damian will be so much happier and won't have to spend time thinking about you, his useless inferior twin. No wonder your grandfather and mother thought you to be an extra. You're unwanted, always have been. An unfortunate accident. Rid the world of yourself. That is the best thing you'll ever accomplish.
You sit up and shuffle to the side of the bed, catching the time. 3 am. You have time. Turning, you hoist yourself out of bed and go to the bathroom. You flick on the lights and head to the sink, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your hair is a little ruffled and your eyebags have become more apparent. You stare at yourself in the mirror, and dead eyes stare back.
Look at you, pathetic.
You open the mirror and grab the pill bottle. Popping it open, you don't give yourself time to rethink. The pills spill out onto your hand and you pour them into your mouth. You open another pill bottle and put some of those pills in the empty bottle, to make it harder to determine what you took and how to help. You seal both bottles and put them back. As you head to pass out on your bed, feeling woozy from the pills, all you can think is-
Finally.
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Damian's listening to his family banter via coms when a feeling of dread crawls up his spine. He scans his surroundings, finding nothing. It must just be his paranoia.
---
Everyone returns from patrol and after showering, Damian sprints up the stairs to check on his sister. The rest of the family throws each other questioning glances. Damian usually didn't rush out of the cave that quickly.
He knocks on your door and calls out your name. No response. He knocks more insistently this time and calls your name louder. No response. He puts his ear up against the door. Silence. He doesn't hear anything, not even the almost silent breathing you'd both mastered years ago.
"I'm coming in!" He shouts in warning.
He opens the door to find you prone on the ground right beside your bed. Shocked, he examines the room. No sign of a break-in. He rushes to your side and turns you onto your stomach. Your chest is barely moving. Your skin looks pale. He places two fingers on your neck and gently applies pressure. Faint pulse. He lets out a sigh of relief. His hands are shaking and his breaths are uneven. He's panicking. He knows he has no time to panic, that if he waits any longer you could die. 'Do something!' He urges himself. 'She barely has a pulse, move!' But he can't. He can't do anything other than sit there and remember how you'd been sparing earlier, your pulse slightly elevated and breathing controlled. Audible. Proof of your life.
Your skin had color, and sweat was glistening on your skin. Your eyes had been open and lively, though less so than usual. You had spoken to him. You had showered and gone upstairs. There's a bright light in his peripheral that he hadn't noticed before due to his panic. It's then that he realizes it's coming from the bathroom. The door is open and the light is on. It's then that his body decides to cooperate.
"Help! Help!" He screams at the top of his lungs. His voice breaks in between the words.
The more he stays there, monitoring your faint breaths, the worse his mind spirals. He knows he should be doing something, but he can't bring himself to do anything but stare and think. Even with all his training, it never prepared him for this. He'd always known there was a possibility you'd die apart. He'd expected it would happen on the battlefield, not in the safety of their home. He hadn't expected to be the one to find you, his sister, barely holding on to life when she went to her room earlier and he left for patrol.
He doesn't notice he's crying until a tear drips from his cheek and onto your body. He focuses on your face. You're smiling. The tears start pouring out faster. This wasn't a mistake, this was intentional.
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Cass had gone to check on Damian, seeing the anxiety in his body language since they got back to the cave. She had not expected to hear him screaming for help. She immediately took note of the terror in his voice, the desperation. Her body tensed up and she ran to Damian, finding him sobbing hysterically and hyperventilating next to your body. She jumped into action.
"Father." She said. Damian jumped, not hearing her come in, but did as requested.
Cass replaced Damian at your side. Thundering footsteps were heard from the hallway. They were heading for your room.
"What happened? The brat was running like his life depended on it-"
Jason froze in the doorway. "Oh." Analyzing the scene, he was starting to panic as well.
Seconds later, Bruce and Damian arrived with Alfred and Dick on their heels.
"Dick! Call 911. Damian, get AED on standby and Narcan. Do we have any idea what caused this?"
"Bathroom." Bruce rushed to your bathroom. The mirror was open and contained various pill bottles, each for a different injury you had at some point. Unlike the neatness of your room, the pill bottles were tipped over and disorganized. Bruce took out the bottles one by one, searching for something that could help him find out what you took. An empty bottle, an open bottle, anything. How could he let this happen to his daughter? Was he so busy with his duties as Batman and Bruce Wayne that he forgot to even check on his daughter? When was the last time he had talked to her for longer than a minute about something other than school or training? When was the last time he asked about her?
The EMTs showed up and took you away on a stretcher. They couldn't do much since they were unsure of what pill you took, though they were shocked when they saw just how many pill bottles you had ("Oh she's just clumsy like her father and needs medication a lot!" They bought it.). As you were taken away, they couldn't help but feel useless. They were vigilantes, yet they couldn't help a family member. What did that say about them?
At the hospital, your family was forced to wait until you were cleared to have visitors. No one spoke, they couldn't. The waiting room air was tense with anxious silence. How did they not notice? How didn't they see you were hurting? Why did you feel this way? Why would you do this? You were their family, why didn't you tell them?
"Wayne?" A doctor called, startled when the group of panicking vigilantes shot up.
They followed her down the hall to your room. Rather than entering, she turned to the group.
"We tried everything we could, but we were unable to get the drugs out of their system before they took effect. Whatever she took was too strong. I'm so sorry for your loss."
No. No. This couldn't be happening. No way. Their sister. His daughter. His granddaughter. Gone. Just like that. She had just been alive, they had seen her this morning. She was alive before patrol. He'd seen her before he left. She bid him goodnight and went up the stairs. How could this have happened? How did they let this happen?
They stood there frozen, absorbing the news. Alfred's hand flew to his mouth as he tried to contain his tears. His usually composed exterior slowly breaking. Bruce was standing there rigid, face blank as he took in reality. Dick was paralyzed in shock, tears brimming in his eyes. Jason's ears were ringing as he just stared at the door to the room. Cass’s face was blank, the only indication she was affected was her balled fists. Tim was frozen in disbelief. Damian stood there, tears cascading down his cheeks as he tried to hold them back and remain strong, his hands balled into fists. How could she do this to them? How could she? How did he not notice?
---
The body was buried in the Wayne family cemetery.
The carcass that held her soul was not her. Damian knew she could be brought back. Her body may not have been her, but it contained her, trapped her to the Earth. All he had to do was take the body. Simple enough, if only Bruce wasn't so paranoid after one of his children had awoken from the grave, alone and scared. He set up an alarm system that would go off if anyone even grazed the casket. Unfortunately his plan will be a bit more difficult than he originally thought.
He set the cameras on loop after returning from patrol. Damian knew his father would be too tired from grief and running around Gotham to check on him, and trusted him enough now that he was older to not sneak out. In any case, he still stuffed the bed with pillows, taking care to mold them as if they were his body. He also wore all black, just in case. And of course, he couldn't forget to deactivate the casket's alarm.
He dug, heaving the dirt to the side and kept digging. An hour passed. A sheen of sweat collecting on his brow, and he finally uncovered the casket. Using a crowbar (hehe), he pried it open, revealing the (unsurprisingly) still cold body (Bruce wouldn't spare any expenses, not for his daughter). You looked exactly as you had the day he found you, beside the clothes. You were dresses in a lovely white dress, exuding innocence.
Damian almost scoffed, as he did the first time he saw it.
You would've hated it. Hated the implications. You were an assassin trained from birth, a cold hearted killer, even if you had left that life behind. You weren't some soft, docile thing. You were far from innocent. Perhaps blinded by grief, their father forgot who she was in life, solely focused on her death.
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You woke with a start, your eyes snapping open to see green.
You instinctively inhale, only to find you can't. Liquid fills you lungs and you heave, body scrambling to grab onto something, anything, but your hands only find liquid. Panicked, you flail, fighting, and something shoots out of your hand. It becomes something solid, and you push off it and your head breaks the surface. You retch the liquid out and find your way to solid ground, sucking in greedy breaths. The room spins. You can hear shouting coming from nearby, but you're too out of it to make out what's being said.
"Sister!" Damian materializes at your side, hands hovering, unsure of how you'd react to his touch after your struggle to free yourself from the pit.
"D-Damian?" You cough, your throat hoarse from the liquid and disuse. You take the time to look around, adrenaline fading. You see the green of the lazarus pit and immediately whip your head around to look at him, a strand of light blue in your hair he hadn't noticed before. "Damian. You. Did. Not." Your eyes glow a light blue, the ground you were on turning to ice. You jump back, momentarily distracted from your rage. "Was that... was that me?"
Damian stares at the ice, then at you. Your eyes are still glowing that light blue color that matches a strand of your hair, frost oozing from your hands. "Sister..."
"Damian, how could you do this to me? I was happy." Your eyes flashed blue again.
"You were dead." His monotone delivery did not help your anger.
"Exactly! I was dead, and you can't be a bother when you're dead!"
"You were never a bother!" Damian snaps. "You were- are my sister! You are my blood sister and twin, and you never bothered me. You are not an imbecile like Grayson, or useless like Drake. You are my sister whom I grew up with. We fought and bled together. You never did, and never will bother me."
You tremble slightly. His passionate speech takes you aback. You knew he cared for you, but he wasn't the type to express it so openly. Neither were you, with the way you were both raised.
He pulls you to him and wraps his arms around you. "Everything will be fine sister. You will be fine." You tense, unused to the contact, and you can tell he isn't entirely comfortable either, with the awkward way he holds you. The one thing you both still struggled with was physical affection, but he was trying for your sake. He squeezes you tightly, as if he's trying to hold you together and prevent you from shattering with all the thoughts and emotions running through you, or prevent you from returning back to the dead.
After a few moments, you shove away from him. "No! I won't be fine! Damian, you brought me back from the dead with the lazarus pit! You know what it did to Jason! You know what it did to grandfather! And you know father will be furious!"
"He'll live. And you have not shown any signs of pit madness, just a meta ability. You are not Jason or Grandfather." He looks, and sounds, completely calm.
"I can't believe this. Do they even know?" You ask desperately, hoping for something, though you're not sure what. Maybe you're hoping this is some cruel joke, or that the others didn't allow this.
"No they do not. But they will."
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You return to Gotham with Damian, and end up in a run down apartment building. You're surprised people still live here. You're wearing some discreet league clothes as you and Damian stand in front of an apartment. He knocks and you both wait a moment before the peep hole opens. A greenish-blue eye stares at Damian for a moment, then flicks to you and blinks.
The door slams open. "What the fuck?!" Jason exclaims. His eyes stay on you, eyes clinging to the light blue streak in your hair that matches his white one. "No fucking way Damian!" He growls and both of his hands land on Damian's shoulders, squeezing hard. "You did not resurrect your sister after all the shit you saw me go through!"
Damian stands there blankly, staring at him. From this close up, he can see the eyebags under Damian's eyes, and how thin his face looks. He looks paler than usual, and Jason quickly lets him go. He stares at you again, anger fading for a moment and making way for a mix of sadness and relief. He tugs you into the tightest hug you've been given in your life. Tears brim in his eyes, and through his fury, he can't help but feel a bit grateful to Damian. Grateful he was able to bring back their sister and regift her the life Jason would make sure she would learn to cherish, with Damian's assistance.
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Heyy so it's probably been 2 years since I received this ask... I'm going to try and answer all the asks I have in my inbox and pray writers block doesn't smack me in the face. I'm not sure how happy I am with the ending but I hope you guys enjoyed it!
moments where you make small cameo appearances in drive to survive.
lando norris x f!reader ୨୧ word count : 2k ୨୧ warnings : language, panic attack, lando gets a little aggressive with a camera / cameraman, mentions of hate, drinking, slight suggestive comments (think that's all!) ୨୧ note : clip 6 is inspired by this first moment by @/f1-mcmuffin so thank you for reminding me that hot tubs exist 😆 and honestly that whole chapter in general helped me get inspo for how to write this chapter!! if you enjoy don't forget to comment/reblog! ୨୧ requested : yes!
part of the lando's heart series.
clip #1 – y/n packs lando's suitcase for him
the monaco sun shines in through the apartment. you are sitting on the floor – two suitcases opened and clothes, both yours and his, and you seem to be zeroed in on what you're doing. music softly plays through a speaker nearby.
the camera moves from you on the floor to show lando walking in, a fond look on his face as he watches you. he joins you on the floor, letting his legs cage you in as he presses his chest flush against your back.
"she always packs my suitcase – or at least double-checks it," lando says to the camera, arms around your waist as he mindlessly moves with you as you continue to fold one of lando's hoodies and place it in the packing cube. "i would literally be lost without her, probably would only bring one pair of underwear if she didn't double check," he adds, kissing your shoulder.
"you say that like it hasn't happened before," you tease quietly, the camera able to pick up your voice thanks to lando's own mic clipped to his shirt. "remember – spa last year? i had to go buy you a pack of underwear cause you only packed one."
"shhhhh~ don't expose me like that," he says, grabbing your hips and making you jump slightly with a small yelp. lando can't help but grin as you turn to give him an annoyed pout over your shoulder.
"don't be too mean to me or i'll make sure you only have one pair of socks this weekend," you tease. lando's grin doesn't disappear as he hugs you from behind, his head resting on your back.
clip #2 – lando forgets his pass
you are sitting in the passenger seat of the car, lando and his parents sitting in the back while jon drives. the camera catches lando leaning forward slightly to massage your shoulders the best he could.
when they get to the front of the line, you reach into your purse to take your pass out as you hand it to jon. lando's parents also hand him their passes so security can look at them. that's when you notice lando didn't give jon his pass.
"baby, do you have my pass?" he's asking you, giving your shoulder a nice squeeze. the camera catches your confused look as you turn to look at your boyfriend, and you notice that his mother also has a confused look on her face.
"what are you talking about lan? i don't have your pass."
"you don't? i thought you grabbed it."
"i thought you grabbed it, lando!"
that's when it settled in that lando didn't have pass. jon turned to look at the guard who was waiting.
"he doesn't have his pass," he tells the man, but the security guard can only shake his head.
"can't let him in without one."
"but he's a driver, his face is plastered all over the place," jon says and its during this exchange that you turn to look back at lando with a deadpan expression. he can only give you a boyish grin as he reaches for your hand to kiss it. completely avoiding looking at his mother's face.
jon and the guard continue to go back and forth; that's when you speak up, "it's okay, jon, we'll make lando get out, so we can continue. he can find his own way in."
"y/n!" you turn to look at your boyfriend with a serious expression.
"i'm serious, lan, get out and start walking. actions have consequences, even forgetful ones."
eventually, the guard lets you all in, but you don't fail to give your british lover one more deadpan look. still not able to believe the fact he forgot his pass.
clip #3 – hiding in lando's hoodie
the camera shakes a little inside the private jet, but easily captures lando stretched out in his seat. reclined back and eyes closed, but that's not all.
you were also spread out with him in the same seat. upper body completely hidden underneath lando's hoodie and one of his arms are draped protectively over you. a blanket thrown over the two of you as you both are clearly asleep.
when a sudden hit of turbulence rocks the jet slightly, the camera catches lando's face twitching as he mumbles something in his sleep. however, the turbulence seemed to have woken you up. your upper body moving slightly underneath lando's hoodie before you are suddenly appearing.
your hair is messy a little bit, ponytail half-falling out of its hold. you look around slightly, eyes locking onto the camera before you're shyly turning away to hide yourself back into lando. your movement seemed to have woken lando as he's looking at you with sleep-filled eyes.
"what's wrong?" he's asking softly, hand tracing up and down your back.
"i got hot," you murmur out as you lay back down, face hiding in his neck.
"i told you, you were going to get hot, but you insisted," he says, kissing the top of your head. you let out a groan in response which makes him smile. "go back to sleep baby, we still got a few hours before we land."
"already on it."
clip #4 – y/n's panic attack is caught on camera
your stuttered cry fills the air and it's obvious you're out of breath and upset. the camera tries to get a view of you as lando is quickly moving you through the back of hospitality.
lando's shoulders are tense, frown on his face as he opens a door before guiding you inside. the camera catches as he gently sits you down in a chair. "it's okay, baby, i'm here. breathe, y/n, i need you to breathe."
your eyes are frantic, glassy and your face flushed with tears. breath stuttering as you are clearly having trouble trying to stop. you focus mainly on lando, but then you make eye contact with the camera behind him and it's like you start panicking all over again.
lando is seen looking over his shoulder and immediately straightens up when he sees the camera. in one, two large steps he's in the camera's face. "get the fuck out right now," he hisses and the camera jerks as lando is shoving the camera away. "get fucking out. let her have a fucking moment of peace," he adds once again shoving the camera before slamming the door in the crew's face.
the netflix crew doesn't leave, still recording the door that separates them from you and lando, but the audio can still be caught.
"it's okay," lando says, voice a complete 180 from what it just was. "do you feel that, princess, my chest going in... and out... i need you to breathe with me." it can only be assumed that lando is trying to help you calm down. "i'm here for you, not going anywhere, y/n. i love you."
clip #5 – lando describes y/n
"who is y/n?" the producer asks while lando is sitting in front of them in the small interview room the show puts them in.
lando makes a face like he's thinking before quickly answering, "y/n is my partner. she comes to races with me, she helps me pack, makes me laugh, cuddles with me, she’s there with me through it all. i couldn't imagine my life without her."
it then cuts to show a clip of you and lando right before a quali. him standing in his race suit with you right in front of him. his race suit is only half-zipped and you smile at him softly as you fix. zipping it up the rest of the way before velcroing the collar.
"there," you say, running a hand over his chest as he grins at you. his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer to him.
"thank you, baby," he says, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of you mouth.
"good luck, lan," you tell him before you're reaching up to kiss his cheek.
it then cuts back to lando sitting in the seat, a fond smile on his face as he thinks about you. "she's my calm, always there before i get in the car and waiting for me with that pretty smile when i get out. y/n is my rock, truly, i would be a little lost without her."
clip #6 – landoyn in a hot tub 👀
you let out a small laugh as you feel lando press his lips to your bare shoulder. the heat from the hot tub creating a fine layer of condensation on your skin, and lando having you pressed flushed against him in his lap surely doesn't help. the camera catches his lips trailing from your shoulder and up your neck. slowly, like he's savoring the moment between you both.
"are you nervous for this next race?" you ask softly, knowing that if you didn't get him talking the netflix crew was going to have quite the footage in their hands. the type of footage that would, of course, give lando's pr team a full on nightmare.
lando lets out a small hum against your skin, "a little bit, but singapore is always a monster."
"i know..." you agree softly, remembering how exhausted he always is after that specific race. exhausted and dehydrated amongst other things. "you can do it though," you add, turning your head slightly to look him.
"i'll get a podium, for sure."
"oh? you think so?" you tease with a smile. lando lets out a dry laugh as he reaches behind him to grab the wine glass. taking a sip from it before he's handing it off to you and you are also sipping from it. "i think you can do it, baby," you finally add when you hand the glass back to him.
the camera focuses on how lando smiles at you as you turn to sit sideways in his lap. water sloshes around the two of you as lando's hand comes up to rest at the back of your neck, gently massaging it as his other hand rests under the water on your thigh.
"kiss?" he asks quietly – so quiet the audio almost doesn't pick it up. you can't help the smile that paints your lips as you nod before leaning in to kiss him. your hand traveling from his chest to his jaw as you kiss each other slowly.
the camera pans out before cutting to the next scene entirely.
clip #7 – y/n running to lando after a win
'lando has proven to be a force to be reckoned with. someone who clearly needs to be watched when on the track, you can't underestimate him anymore."
the camera was capturing lando already getting out of the car, parking in front of the first place spot. the crowd around him is loud – everyone cheering and screaming for lando as he poses before jumping down and running towards his team that are waiting for him behind the barrier.
when he gets done celebrating with them, lando tears his helmet off. balaclava coming off to reveal his sweat drenched head, curls messy and sticking to his forehead as his eyes are searching for something– someone.
"lando!" he immediately turns and the camera gets a clear view of you running towards him. he drops his stuff, arms open wide just in time for him to catch you. your lips immediately pressing to his, as he holds you close to him. he spins you both once, twice as your hands cup his jaw to keep him from pulling away.
everyone around you both is still cheering loudly, your legs wrapping around his waist as you hug him.
"that was for, y/n," he's heard saying over the roar of everything around you. "this win was for you," he tells you as you rest your forehead against his, tears running down your face as you kiss him again.
'especially when he's been given a reason to fight for something...'
summary: bruce finds out that batsis broke one of his biggest rules. and apparently did so months ago.
cw: talk about buying/finding a weapon, nothing crazy just batsis got it for self-defense and bruce is freaking out because he never wants those in his house
The tone in which he called her into the study gave no indication that something was wrong. Not until she stepped in, planning to just catch up and share the mundane details about the long day she’d had, did she see the first sign in the form of him sitting in his chair, eyes boring into hers. The second sign was Alfred standing by Bruce’s side with a similar look, though not exactly as piercing.
The third was the gun on the desk.
“What is this?”
No.
No no no no no this wasn’t happening right now.
She had seconds to answer.
Play dumb.
“Um…” It did look like her’s, but maybe it wasn’t?“It’s a gun.”
“What was it doing in your room?”
Okay, he definitely knew.
Give as little information as possible. If he doesn’t ask, don’t offer it.
“I, um…” She looked over at Alfred who seemed just as curious to know the answer as well.
“I had it…just in case.”
Bruce didn’t seem satisfied with that answer. Not one bit.
“In case of what?”
“Self-defense.”
Certainly that answer would get some sympathy, right? As one of the only two in this family who didn’t follow a vigilante life, she thought it would seem reasonable, logical, even, that she find ways to protect herself that weren’t punches or kicks.
But everyone knew how Bruce was with guns. And for his sake, she never wanted him to find out about it. Things had felt better lately. He seemed more okay. Maybe even…happy.
Yet here they were.
“Where did you get it.”
See, here was the bad part.
She’d covered her bases. Or so she thought. A separate account was accessed for the transaction. She’d even gotten the money in cash and went herself to the little pawn shop. Ordering it online was too risky, as it could be found within moments in the common security sweeps he would randomly do at times.
The biggest difficulty had been making the fake ID. It’d taken some time, but she’d succeeded. If the purchase was ever pulled up, there’d be proof of a Emily Binton being the buyer, and cameras would show a woman in a long coat with winter gloves on (seemingly because of the cold, but mostly to avoid any fingerprints).
And her face never turned towards the lens.
Since then, she’d rarely taken it out. It remained safe in her room, in a literal safe she got just for it. It might not have lethal shots, but she wouldn’t even mess with the idea of not keeping it properly secure and risking someone finding it. It was strictly for self-defense. To disable a person enough to get away. So there wouldn’t be a next ti- so it wouldn’t happen.
She’d been careful. Like she was trained to be.
So how did he find out?
Well, this wasn’t time for that question.
“A shop.” The carpet looked very interesting right now.
“What shop.”
“Pawn shop.” Now she didn’t know what to do with her arms. Especially because it seemed as if they were going to be playing 20 Questions for a while. She opted for them to cross loosely in front of her.
“Which one.”
She really didn’t want to share that. The cashier guy had seemed nice enough, getting her in and out with little to no questions asked.
“Nice choice for a starter.”
“It’s Gotham. Can never be too careful.”
And she didn’t put it behind Bruce to shut down a facility who had unknowingly sold a gun to someone not legally allowed to buy one. Especially now.
His voice got sharper and pulled her out of her internal conflict. “Which one?”
There was no way lying would lead to anything better than what was already coming. Sorry, Mr. Cashier Guy.
“Pawn and Stuff on Berley. But they didn’t know who I was,” Because that assurance could totally remedy any of this huge mess. Like a cherry on a puddle of a milkshake. “I used an alias. I hid my face.”
Yeah, she was never gonna be allowed to leave the manor again.
Bruce’s face changed to account for this new information. He seemed a bit surprised and then realization and frustration showed at what her last words confirmed.
“You went on your own?”
“Yes.”
Now it was Alfred’s turn to speak. “Miss,” He took a step forward. “That was a dangerous thing to do. To be there alone and no one knew…when did this happen?”
“A couple months ago. Back in January. I went after school.” The way he looked at her in a mixture of concern and what was like…disappointment, was an unbearable weight her conscience did not need. Bruce was one thing. But Alfred? He was disappointed in her. Great.
She turned back to the other man who just sat there looking at the pistol like it had personally wronged him.
“Bruce, it’s not even loaded. It only has rubber bullets-”
“That is besides the point.” His eyes shifted up to meet hers again. “You brought a weapon into my house, and used illegal means to do so, at that.”There was no answer and he continued.
“Your accounts are frozen until you can prove yourself trustworthy to use them properly.” The chair turned slightly to Alfred. “You are to go to school and home and Alfred is to know your whereabouts.”
“What? But Bruce, I got it for self-defense.” Her arm lifted and dropped in disbelief. “You’re acting like I got it to kill someone.”
“You got it behind my back.” He countered pointedly.
“Would you have said yes if I asked?”
Silence.
“Exactly.”
His face hardened at that. “So if I don’t say yes to something you’ll do it without me knowing anyway?”
Oh.
That hit too close to-
“No-that’s not what I meant-” She didn’t even know what to say to that. Sometimes it was just easier to know when to take the hint that there was no winning. “No.”
Not one of them said anything for a moment, the tick-tock-ing of the grandfather clock filling up the empty space.
“I don’t want another weapon in my home.”
Just agree to get this over with. “Okay.”
“Okay.” She turned to leave the room, the two unmoving from their places. Bruce finally let out a sigh and pushed his chair back a bit. The exhaustion seemed to wash over him like a wave.
“She just-”
“She should’ve asked me.”
“But she was correct. You would have said no.”
He turned to Alfred, a hand pointed at the offending item. “Are you defending this?”
“I see where she is coming from.”
There wasn’t anything to say to that.
She walked back to her room quietly. Save for the shaky-on-the-verge-of-crying-breath that she quickly pushed away.
She didn’t fully regret it. Not one bit.
Forgive her for deciding that one dead kid was enough.
–batfam x batsis!reader(platonic obviously) headcanons
Synopsis: you got into a fight at your new school. Your family reacts in a... variation of ways.
A/n: first time writing hcs... the reactions of the characters are based off my version of batsis!reader I have in mind from other fics I've already written. English is not my first language. Enjoy!!!
Bruce Wayne
When he got the call that his daughter had gotten into a fight, he was taken by surprise.
Bruce could've expected this from his other kids (Dick and Jason) when they were your age. (Because Tim was just a few months older than you). But he didn't expect you, out of all people, to actually get into a fight.
He knew you could fight. He'd seen you in the manors training room late at night, practising punch combinations and hitting the punching bag like your life depended on it. He was aware of your ability at that. But, usually, fighters like that did not go around getting into fights if it wasn't strictly necessary. He knew this better than anyone.
When he entered the principals room, he took in your appearance. Messy hair, a bloody nose, split knuckles... then he looked at the other kid, and felt something strangely like pride swell in his chest before forcing himself to stay serious. The boy looked as if he'd been to hell and back. His eye was black, both his nostrils were still bleeding, and his face was full of bruises. Some still forming.
You looked unbothered, but it gave you away the fact that your hands were still shaking. From adrenaline and hitting repeatedly.
He sat next to you, and gave you a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder.
After getting out of the building, you explained to him the situation. He understood, and assured you it was all right. He only warned you to not get caught hitting someone next time.
Jason Todd (and Dick)
In normal circumstances, you wouldn't just have dropped by Jason's apartment without telling him. But staying in the manor meant having to deal with Dick asking a shit ton of questions, Tim's silent worried gaze and Damian's witty comments.
And you really didn't want to patch yourself up alone.
You knew Jason would not force you to speak. He would help you clean the blood, and offer a place to stay if the outside world was too loud. That is all you needed at the moment.
You stood outside and knocked on the door. You heard rustling inside, muffled voices. The door slid open.
A red-headed man stood holding the door open, with a beer in his hand. For a moment, you stood staring at each other. You realised then, that you didn't even brush your hair nor clean your own blood from your face.
To not make it awkward any longer, you spoke to the guy.
"Is Jason home?"
"Uhm yeah- wait a sec"
He looked back to the couch, and Jason looked to the door. When he saw you, he stood up and walked to the door.
"What happened to you, kid?" He scoffed "you look awful"
You didn't respond, and he could recognise himself for a moment in you. The same quiet regret and stubbornness.
"Come in"
.....
"So let me get this straight" The guy hanging out at Jason's, Roy, spoke, "Bat adopted another kid"
You were sat on the kitchen counter, Jason was bandaging your bloody knuckles.
"Is that your blood?" Jason asked, ignoring Roy. You looked at your other hand.
"Ehhm- I don't think so" you srhugged "It's probably from the other guy's nose"
"Well shit" Roy mumbled "you beat him up good, huh?"
"Well, at least I tried to" you replied "But yeah, I guess so"
Jason finished bandaging your knuckles, then desinfected a really ugly looking bruise on your cheek.
"Does B know?" Jason questioned.
You scoffed, "Who do you think the school called, huh? Damian?"
"Okay, fair"
Roy laughed a bit, and Jason just glared at him.
From the kitchen table, Jason's phone rang.
Roy looked over to see who was calling, and turned with a smirk "It's good ol' Nightwing"
"Pass me the phone" Jason walked to where Roy was standing.
He pressed the green button on the screen, and Dick's voice was heard trough the speaker in Jason's beat up phone.
"Hi, Jay" his usually happy voice was laced with worry "Is-" he said your name with a empathic voice. Big brother worry "- by any chance at yours? Do you know where she is?"
Jason responded immediately "I have no idea" he knew better than to just give you away like that. If you had come to his apartment out of all places, you probably did not want to be found.
Still, Dick was asking out of pure courtesy. "Yeah, sure. I know she's there. Bruce tracks everyone's phones." he hesitated for a moment "I just wanted to ask if she was okay"
Dick ended up convincing Jason to let him in. Of course he did.
He gave you a big hug and asked if you were okay. Kinda offended you didn't seek him first, but deep down understood you.
You ended up watching a movie with them (Roy too because he had nothing else to do)
Summary: Having Duke as your brother (Batsis is the older sibling in this!)
CW: Swearing, insults, sibling behaviour
A/N: I don't have any brothers younger than me, but I have a lot of younger cousins so it's accurate but also inaccurate.
Damian Vers.
Tim Vers.
Jason Vers.
Dick Vers.
Invites you to all of his basketball games
His team has a crush on you (who wouldn't?)
He really appreciates how supportive you are. Not just with school but with hero work as well, he seriously enjoys working with you and partnering up for sparring and missions.
Patrols with Duke are SO fun because he's always cracking jokes and you guys laugh a lot, to the point that Bruce threatens to split you up
Bruce HAS separated you at JLA meetings before.
“Why are we being punished.”
“You two spent ten minutes laughing at Hal Jordan.”
“Because he said ‘rizz’ unironically.”
You were his driving instructor when he got his learner's (he was SO glad it wasn't Dick or Jason)
When he started his relationship with Ana, he went to you first ( because Dick gave him shitty advice despite having several relationships)
And when they broke up, he leaned on you for support (plus Cass)
You're rooting for him and Izzy
He’s the sibling you end up talking to at like 2am in the kitchen.
Just sitting on counters eating cereal while venting about life.
Duke’s genuinely such a good listener too.
Makes you feel heard without making it weird.
He absolutely makes fun of your rich people behaviour constantly.
“You own HOW many perfumes?”
“That’s not the point.”
“You smell like a department store.”
He thinks your relationship with Bruce is adorable.
Makes fun of it relentlessly however.
“Awwww daddy bought you lip gloss again?”
“Count your days Duke.”
When you both were in high school together, he was your passenger prince and felt like he was aurafarming whenever he rocked up to school with you
During his first week at Gotham Academy, he sat with you and your friends (he's so thankful for that)
Was really sad when you graduated (even though you two lived together lmao)
Duke is GENUINELY the biggest gossip ever
Desperate Housewives who?
And as a result he spends a lot of time in your room
Duke tells ALL his friends about you.
Constantly.
Sometimes against your will.
His friends also think you’re insanely attractive.
Which Duke HATES.
“Bro your sister is BAD bad.”
“I’m actually gonna beat your ass.”
You two make food for each other all the time too.
Duke’s actually pretty decent in the kitchen.
Better than most of your brothers at least.
Duke remembers your orders everywhere too.
Coffee, takeout, snacks, everything.
You do the same for him.
You guys play Roblox together a lot, and F*rtnite
Duke is very physically affectionate and you guys link elbows together a lot.
You have a sibling handshake, he thought it was corny but secrelty loves it.
He nabs a bunch of your stuff and has you wondering where it's gone. Chargers, hoodies and socks have become common items that go missing.
"Yo where has my shit gone man"
"Idk ask Dick"
"He doesn't even live here"
Going back to the snack thing, you and Duke are both fatasses and have a shared snack cart for snacks ready for any occasion, like movies, gaming sessions or just talking.
He uses your expensive shower and body products without knowing what a lot of them do (my brother does this so much and his gf thought he was cheating because he smelt like A Thousand Wishes from Bath and Body Works 💀💀💀)
You guys watch hella shows together. He put you on Outer Banks and you put him on Gossip Girl
"What's so good about Serena??"
"You tell me Duke"
He gets sad when you watch shows without him.
You guys have a lot of inside jokes and they both crack you two up so anyone looking at you from the outside would think your both crazy.
He asks you for fashion advice.
Elizabeth loves Duke. She can sense his chillness.
You've been in homework-induced crashouts on his behalf trying to help Duke with difficult questions.
Vents to you about his powers and you slide him a panadol after hearing his headache complaints.
You kinda need to be on his good side because his powers hold hella blackmail material LMAO
𓃴 · fem ! reader ꨄ lando norris ⌞ ୨୧ ⌝ smau , est relationship , fluff ⌞ ☕️ ⌝ private relationship , loverboy lando , reader is a cat mom ⌞ 🌻 ⌝ warnings. suggestive jokes , parasocial bs , prying fans and media , microaggression ⌞ 🥐 ⌝ bleats. this was originally a fem!oc written fic + smau series, but i dnf'd. one day, i'll have the motivation to write the orginal...maybe. anyway, lmk if you want more from me or if i need to put the pen down — xoxo, doe.
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lando tender loving care 💛
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username1 omg when did the kitty start letting lando give her kisses 🥺
lando she's sweet with me as long as i don't bother her when she's cuddled up to her mum
username1 the spare human treatment (❤︎ by author)
username2 enjoy the break lando 🧡
username3 lando cooking? lando cooking well 🤯
username4 it's only because his girlfriend is giving him step by step directions
username5 last pic is crazyyy did bro pull up a chair while she was in the bath??? (❤︎ by author)
username6 lando liked!
username7 yeah...he liked what he saw in that tub (❤︎ by author)
username8 doesn't he know that she's supposed to be making the sandwiches for him? be a man bro
username9 botcel + lonely + misogynistic
username10 only a man would see another man loving HIS GIRL and think it's demasculating
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ynpriv it's skill not magic 😅
lando yes, you are very skilled
lando but that doesn't mean you're not a magical woman
martingarrix batmans?
lando jealous mate 🧐
ynpriv i thought u were putting batman on your keychain but u left him :(
lando i left him for you and took yours instead love
lando so we could be reminded of eachother when we're apart 😌
ynpriv 😭❤️🩹
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fourb0blando this interviewer took it way too far. no other WAG has been questioned like this, and we know why. it was disgusting behavior overall, and should cost him his press pass. it’s very blatant that the media’s issues with lando’s partner are based on racism and the fact that he’s adamant on keeping her identity private. ironically, this only proved that she should stay private. if we never hear lando utter a word about her again, cite this interview as the reason. keep the questions related to racing; not about drivers’ partners and families.
LN: “Max had the better pace today, and he fought hard for it as usual. The Red Bull just has the speed on the parts of the track where we lack, which is the straights.”
INT: “…Nothing else?”
LN: (He frowns, tilting his head.) “Sorry?”
INT: “Excuse me—Were there any other factors that interfered with you finishing 1st today?”
LN: (After a beat, he laughs.) “Oh, you mean Oscar? Yeah, he gave me a good challenge for P2 when it was clear that Max was out of reach. Tense for the team probably, but lots of fun for us.”
INT: “You wouldn’t say that your not-so-imaginary girlfriend was a distraction this weekend?”
LN: (He stares.) “…What?”
INT: “Your girlfriend—with the mess she caused you on social media this past week? And how she made you insult one of your own fans to defend her, a woman that we don’t even know the name of. You wouldn’t say she’s a distraction?”
LN: (A long pause. He answers sharply.) “No. I wouldn’t. And, she didn’t make me do anything; I chose to defend my girlfriend from a disrespectful comment. Move on, or I’ll do it again.”
INT: “Okay, but, is having such a…unique girlfriend what’s best for you at this time? I can’t imagine she’s the best choice in a woman you could have at your side when you have the potential to win your first cham—“
LN: (Glaring, he interrupts firmly.) “That’s enough. ‘Unique girlfriend?’ Are you mad? What made you so bold to think that you could say that about my partner, about anyone for that matter—and say something like that on live TV too? Don’t attempt to disguise your racism as concern about my capability to win. I’ve won all of my races with her support, and I’ll win this championship with her support too. We’re done here.”
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username11 it's so embarrasing to be a fan of this sport as a black woman
username12 it's hard to be a fan of f1 as any minority fr
username13 "move on, or i'll do it again" + "we're done here" and my clothes are on the floor???
user14 lando overreacted imo i don't think the interviewer was being racist 🤷♀️
user15 are you a woman of color?
user14 no
user15 that's what i fucking thought.
user16 my cousin works as a cameraman for sky f1 and told me that the mclaren legal were just spotted walking to the media center 😬
fourb0blando god i hope he's booted!!
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lando home is with my belle 💛
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f1updates oops 😅 we jumped the start! belle is not ❌ the name of lando norris’ girlfriend. lando cleared up the confusion in today’s post-race podium interview.
INT: “Firstly, Lando, new face here for Motorsport Network. On behalf of my team back at home, I’d like to express a sincere apology for the conduct of our previous journalist. We’d appreciate it if you would extend our apologies to Belle, and let her know we don’t align ourselves with those sort of beliefs.”
LN: “I appreciate the in-person apology. It’s nice to know that he was properly handled and removed from the press pen, but—,” (His tone is hesitant.) “—Sorry, who’s Belle?”
MV + OP: (Laughing.)
LN: (He pulls a face, confused.) “What? Have I missed something?”
MV: “Yes, mate. Belle. You know Belle.”
LN: (He appears perplexed.) “Mate, I think I’d remember someone named Belle if I knew her.”
OP: (He shakes his head, smiling). “Lando’s not been on socials. They mean your girlfriend. After the ‘name reveal.’”
LN + MV + OP: (They laugh. The press are quietly confused.)
LN: “Sorry—,” (He’s grinning as he fixes his hat.) “I didn’t mean to be rude. I’ve not opened any social media for like, a couple months. ‘Belle’ is not my partner’s name.”
INT: “Oh. Uh. Well. The, uh, caption on your most recent Instagram post was: Home is with my Belle..but, her name isn’t Belle?”
LN: (Practically giggling.) “No. I do see how you got there though. She just reminds of Belle, the Disney Princess from Beauty and the Beast. Her personality and such. And, the yellow color scheme of the photos—it was just too good to pass up. Sorry for the confusion; you’ll have to return to calling her ‘Lando’s partner,’ unfortunately.”
INT: “You know, I figure that was the connection we all should’ve made instead of thinking you’d just decide to finally share her name in an Instagram caption.”
LN: “Nah, it would’ve fooled me too if I were a fan or journalist.”
MV: “You know who thinks your girlfriend is Princess Belle? P, mate. Ever since she saw her in that yellow dress when you two came over for dinner that night.”
LN: “Aw. That’s adorable. I’ll have to tell—oh, wow. I almost just said her name. I’ll tell ‘Belle,’ and she’ll treat P to a tea party in the proper princess dress I bet.” (He laughs.)
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username17 put a piece of bread on each side of my head to complete the legendary sandwich 😔
username18 yeah guys let’s go ahead and reenroll in grade school 🙏🏼
user19 i'm honestly going to keep calling her belle 🤐
user20 no fr !! it's a compliment if anything, since lando said she's like the princess right??
user21 yeah, i think it's okay if we use it as a nickname until we know otherwise. calling her lando's gf all the time feels wrong 🤷🏻♀️
transcription | a tik tok filmed during mclaren’s fanstage
FAN: “What’s Belle’s top 3 circuits?”
LN: (He snorts.) “Oh—the Belle name is sticking around, is it?”
CROWD: (Resounding cheering.)
LN: “Alright, alright. Stubborn today, aren’t they Osc?”
OP: (Laughing.) “Mate, don’t involve me in this.”
LN: “Hmph. Fine. Belle’s,” (He says with a smirk) “—top three circuits. Hmm. She’s a huge fan of COTA or Spa; I’d say she has those tied for P1. Then…I think Suzuka for P2, followed by Interlagos in P3. She’d probably go with Spa over COTA if forced—she absolutely loved being there this year.”
CROWD: (Uproar.)
LN: "What? That’s a good list! She has taste!"
FAN: (Shouting.) “She was at Spa?!”
LN: “Yeah.” (Lando crosses his arms smugly.) “She’s been to more races that you lot could probably imagine. And you’ve never even noticed her.”
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ynpriv yk...belle norris isn't such a bad pseudonym 🔆💐💛👸🏾🌟
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landopriv you realize that's first name belle and last name norris right?
ynpriv i do
landopriv oh okay 😁😊😁😊
ynsbestfriend pretty princess 💓
ynpriv u da real princess
lilyzzz i'm so envious of your dress collection 😫
ynpriv gonna send u a few links to my fav online shops
lilyzzz omg u are a modern day princess 😲
brucethewombat lando definitely is the beast
landopriv ur one of cinderella's frickin rats mate
ynpriv save it for the track and not my aesthetic post maybe ???
peepee_pilao we need another garden frolicking date asap
ynpriv don't even play let's check our schedules rn
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ynpriv don't bother getting a car home 😒
ynpriv the locks will be changed 😒😒😒
lando huh? i didn't do anything!!!
ynpriv YOU GOT RID OF MY MULLET WITHOUT PERMISSION
lando baby…you didn't even like it at first ???
ynpriv but i grew to love him. and you killed him 😔
lando i'll get my barber to give me all the trimmings for a proper burial 🙄
ynpriv actually after a few minutes i do love seeing the fade make a return 😍
landopriv thank god bc i was already dreaming about the nape scratches with ur nails 🤤
ynpriv i will still be holding a weeklong mourning period for the mullet 🤧
landopriv plenty of curls still on top of my head for you to pull
ynpriv have fun sleeping at alex’s
ılıılı Latch · Disclosure ft. Sam Smith
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lando happy anniversary, my love. i wish i wasn't away from you for so many days out of the year, so we could make memories like these more often. that's how i imagine our future. me and you, another cat and our first dog or two, and a few tiny humans that are the perfect blend of us—making an endless amount of memories together. i've loved you for another year, the woman who's my sole reason to live life to the fullest, and i can't wait to experience the rest of my years with you by my side.
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maxfewtrell when did you become a poet mate?
lando p hasn't turned you into one yet?
pietra.pilao good question lando...
maxfewtrell 😬
keeganpalmer 🥂 to my parents (❤︎ by author)
username22 happy anniversary lando and belle 💛🧡
flo_norris_showjumping 🥹❤️ (❤︎ by author)
username23 her body coffee because tea ain't strong enough 🤏🏾
lando dw the british are still coming 🤤
username24 😵💫😵💫😵💫
username25 OVERLY HORNY
username26 omg she's so fucking beautiful man (❤︎ by author)
username27 a suspicious amount of white featured in this post...happy anniversary belle and lando 💛
riabish happy anniversary you two (❤︎ by author)
username28 oh he's in LOVE love. how many years, if you don't mind sharing lando?
lando we've been together for years
username28 but like how many tho? in numerals :)
lando about years i think
username28 boy fuck you 🙄
MY EYES ON YOUR EYES — ˚࿔ ⋆⭒˚.⋆ WALLY WEST X BATSIS
Warning: kissing, cussing, Ramona Flowers inspired reader, reader has colored hair, sex mention, some parts are directly from Scott pilgrim… I think that’s it. Also didn’t fully proofread this one #sorry
For this request. Hope I did your amazing idea justice!! <33
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The first thing Wally West noticed about you was your smile. Your charming, undeniable, smile. How could he possibly miss it?
The second thing he noticed was your beautiful, vibrant hair. He was so zoned in on your smile that he didn’t even notice it at first. How could he possibly miss that? It was this bright pink color at the time. He could only think about how well that color encapsulates you.
And the third thing he noticed is how you seemingly wanted nothing to do with him. You easily passed him off as one of your brother’s annoying friends. Saying the occasional, very quiet and mysterious “Hi,” when you felt the need to. In those moments, he would be so stunned by you to even respond.
But he’s determined to do one thing: Win you over. It can’t be that hard, right? He knows how charming he can be. How convincing he can be. It’s worked on everyone thus far! Why not add you to that list?
And that first day he saw you was the start of his minor obsession with you. He just could never seem to get you out of his head. He started lingering around the manor more, in hopes that you’ll make your very occasional appearance. But you hardly ever do.
Dick tells him it’s because you’re just always cooped up in your room, nothing personal. He claims that you’re like that even when his friends aren’t around (you’re not). Sometimes him and Dick will walk past your room. Sometimes that’s enough for Wally.
There’s been times where they’ve walked past your room and heard you playing your electric guitar. Multifaceted, I see, was all that Wally could think. He yearned to know more.
The next time he saw you was in the manor’s kitchen. You walked in with all your glory and his eyes just couldn’t seem to lay off of you. Attentive as he is, he first noticed your seemingly freshly dyed hair. It was a different color now. A vibrant orange. Almost like his.
The next thing he noticed was your sweet, sweet distinct smell that lingered as you walked by him. What is that? It’s almost… fruity? The question lingered in his head for the rest of the day.
“You changed your hair.” Wally says with a pointed finger. “Yup.” You say with an extra little pop at the end. You couldn’t seem more unimpressed by his antics. “It’s kinda like mine!” He says, now pointing at his own hair.
You just stare at him for a moment, completely unamused, “Sure.” Was all that you said, before grabbing your snack and beelining out of the kitchen. Dick playfully slapped Wally’s shoulder, “Don’t worry dude, she’s just like that.”
Now, Wally’s the one that looks unamused, “Right.” The funny thing is, in his head, he really did think that would win you over. Maybe he’s not the brightest? But surely, he didn’t think it would be that hard. What could he possibly be doing wrong?
He saw you next at your father’s annual bidding gala, after endlessly begging Dick to be his plus one, of course. Dick didn’t really understand why he wanted to go so bad. Dick claimed that he could be getting in the way of a ‘truly magical date’ with an actual plus one. But after endlessly amounts of begging on Wally’s end, Dick finally caved.
When Wally saw you, you were wearing the most gorgeous gown he’d ever seen. Granted, he doesn’t go to these things often, so he hasn’t seen many gowns in his lifetime. But the point still stands! And he noticed one more thing, for sure: You don’t have a date.
Wally hadn’t even realized that he was absentmindedly trying to get you alone all night. Like when you would occasionally go to the open bar all by yourself, and he would begin to walk your way. That is until some random guy swooped in to talk to you. Who even is this guy?
Or when he noticed your conversations ending as you walk away from them. Until, of course, you inevitably joined yet another conversation that he conveniently had no part in. Fate really isn’t on his side tonight, is it? What’s a guy gotta do to get you alone around here?
With his eyes still on you, he noticed you sneaking away to the balcony. The otherwise empty balcony, that is. Now’s his chance. He swiftly maneuvers out of his current conversation with Dick, quietly and quickly claiming that he, “Needs some fresh air.”
He makes his way out to the balcony, seeing you standing with your arms resting on the concrete railing. As he cautiously approaches you, he says, “What are you doing out here all by yourself?”
You look at him, simply responded with, “Air.”
“Mind if I join you?” He asks
“Depends.” You say, looking slightly agitated. The two of you fall into an unsettling silence for a minute. Wally decides that this is the perfect moment to pick your brain.
“Y’know… I’m probably not as annoying as you think I am.” He says, testing the waters. You just scoff.
Looking him directly in his eyes, you say, “Sure, Wally. I think you’re probably just as annoying as all of my brother’s friends.” You look back off into the distance.
“Okay, maybe. But can I at least try to prove you wrong?”
“And how exactly do you plan to do that?”
Wally didn’t really think too far into this. He’s honestly not too sure. “I— I uh—“ he stumbles through the lack of ideas in his head, trying to find the right answer.
Interrupting his stutters, you say, “Great idea. Bye.” You walk back into the crowded room, leaving him stranded all by himself outside. Wally’s completely star struck by this minuscule interaction. Sure, it could’ve gone better, but he actually got you to talk.
He thought about you for the rest of the night, and several days to come. That night was the start of his mission. He’s determined to win you over. He just can’t seem to get you out of his head. So, he does the one thing he absolutely shouldn’t do: Reach out.
Since he doesn’t have your number, he results to an old fashioned method: A love letter. Okay, maybe not a love letter, but a letter, for sure. I mean, what else is he to do?
Right now, you’re sitting at your dining room table drinking tea. And that’s when the first letter arrived. Jason strolls into the kitchen, envelope in hand, “Yo, you got something in the mail.”
You silently and suspiciously look at him, and then hold your hand out. Handing you the letter, you mutter a quick, “Thank you.” You inspect the letter closely. It’s from someone named… William Wagner. The fuck? Is this like, fan mail or something? How would they even know your address?
You decide to run up to your room, some privacy might be nice incase you freak out or something. You carefully open the envelope. Once you open it, you see a single piece of folded up line paper. As you unfold it, you see your name at the very top of the page. The letter reads:
Nope. Not William! This is Wally. Hope you didn’t think some creep was sending you mail. I used a fake name in case your family is accustomed to reading your mail. God, I really hope they aren’t. If they got this far, I’m probably dead by now. But in the chance that you’re reading this, I’ll get straight to the point. I know you’re not one for useless words.
I want to show you that I am in fact, not annoying. I think you’re cool. I like your style. I like how you constantly dye your hair, it’s pretty sick. And I especially like the fruity smell it leaves when it’s fresh. If you’re up to it, I think we should hang out! But whatever you do, don’t tell your brothers about this. Please. Meet me at the Jitters Coffee on 5th at 2pm next Friday if you want. If not, don’t even worry about it! Disregard this completely.
Yours truly,
Wally West
You slowly fold the letter back up. What the fuck? He can’t be serious. You can’t help but let out a small laugh. This guy has some serious nerve. And that fake name? Could he be any more obvious? What an idiot.
You don’t respond to said letter. And the thought of even showing up the the cafe completely leaves your mind after that day. That would be ridiculous, right?
Exactly 6 days pass since you got the letter from Wally. It’s now ‘Next Friday.’
You’re sitting around in your room, trying to figure out just what to do. You’ve never been so bored. You’ve tried aimlessly playing your guitar, getting all dressed up for no reason, and now you’ve resorted to just pacing around your room.
As you’re pacing, you pass your dresser, seeing Wally’s letter once again. You honestly don’t know why you haven’t thrown it out yet.
You open it once again, carefully reading over the words. ‘Meet me at the Jitters Coffee on 5th at 2pm next Friday if you want’ You read the words over and over. You look at your clock, 1:27. I mean, going would kill some time. Do you really have anything better to do?
Would it be so ridiculous to show up? I mean, you don’t really have anything else to do. Maybe you can just show up to fuck with him a little bit. At this point, you almost just want to prove to yourself that he’s just as annoying as you think he is. After briefly taking a minute to make your decision, you impulsively decide to go, purely to mess with him.
Since you’re already dressed and ready to go, you grab your belongings and slip out of the house without anyone noticing. The drive there is filled with regret, having actually chosen to show up. You can hardly believe yourself right now.
Once you’re there, you step out of your car, walking up to the entrance. You look at your phone, 2:05. No way this asshole is late to the plans he made. Now, you really can’t believe your own actions. You’re out there waiting for almost five more minutes, until you finally see him walking up.
As he approaches you, he sees that your hair’s now this bright blue color. He almost looks shocked that you’re here, “You actually showed up?” All you do is scoff, “You’re late. You’re the fastest man alive, and you’re late.”
“I didn’t— I didn’t think you’d actually show up.” You just stare at him, “So you showed up late in the off chance that I did?”
“No! No. Not at all. I’m sorry.” His apology sounds sincere enough for your liking. “Let’s go inside.” You say, turning to walk in, not even waiting for a response.
Once you two are inside, you stand in line, awaiting your turn. You two just silently stand there. Wally takes the occasional glance at you. You’d be a fool not to notice. He’s really not very subtle, is he?
Once you two order, he pays for your drink. Hm. Well, that’s worth noting. You two take a seat. You decide to break the silence, “So is your plan to show me you’re not annoying just not talking at all?”
“If that’s what it takes, sure.” You roll your eyes, “Well, that’s not going to work, is it?”
“Is that a rhetorical question?”
“Yes.”
He just laughs at this. Part of him can’t believe you’re sitting right in front of him. Part of him thinks he earned it. He’s never been so damn nervous. “Are you nervous?”
Okay, now you’re just messing with him. He twiddles with his thumbs, “A little bit.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know— you’re just… intimidating, I guess? Y’know, because you’re cool and all that?”
“Well, are you trying to impress me or not?”
“You’re not impressed?” He says jokingly.
“Not yet.”
He ponders for a moment. He takes a long look at you, then your hair, “Y’know, your hair?”
“I know of it.”
“It’s all blue…” he looks at it once again completely mesmerized, “Looks cool.”
You take a moment to brush your hair down with your hands, suddenly nervous that you have eyes on you. Why is he making you nervous? “Nice one. Thanks.”
He sends you a playful wink, “Anytime.”
An unsettling silence falls over the table once again, until Wally breaks it with, “So. I have a question. Y’know, about your hair.”
“Go for it.”
“Does dyeing it like you do, like— hurt it?” He asks with a questioning look.
“Does it hurt it?” You laugh. Like, genuinely laugh. “Coming in with the hard hitting questions, I see.”
He dips his head a little with a soft laugh, “You know what I mean. Sorry if I worded it wrong.”
“Don’t sweat it. Yeah, it does damage it a bit. I’d say it’s worth it, though.”
He rests his head on his hand, staring at you, “I’d say the same.”
A red blush slowly spreads from your neck to your face. Why the hell is this actually working on you? You’re supposed to be better than this. You attempt to change the topic, “So why were you late, anyways?”
He looks away while laughing, “Funny story. So this girl was getting mugged, so I had to run home, put my suit on, run back, help, and then run back to change again.”
Admirable excuse, I guess. “Wow. What a hero.” The way you responded with such vitriol almost made you flinch. It came out a lot more harsh than you meant for it to. You immediately back track, putting your head in your hands, “That sounded rude. Sorry.”
He laughs with a boyish grin, “I know what you meant, don’t worry.”
After this, you two fall into a somewhat… normal conversation? He’s asking what songs you can play on your guitar and you’re asking about his family. This is going a lot smoother than you thought it would. At this point, you’ve long abandoned your quest to mess with him. Strangely enough, you’re just enjoying his presence.
You look at your phone, 8:56. Damn. Were you guys seriously talking for that long? You decide to end this little date situation there, “I think I should go.” you say with a short breath. And with a soft, genuine smile, you continue, “This was… nice.”
Wally couldn’t believe what he was hearing, “Yeah,” he says in a dreamy haze, “Wait— Really?”
“Yes, really,” you say with a soft laugh, “What, you invented me out here thinking I wouldn’t enjoy myself?”
“No! I mean— kinda? No actually, I just didn’t even think you’d show up in the first place. Let alone see you enjoying yourself.”
“Guess I’m full of surprises.”
“Guess so.”
And so, you were. Because four days after your little date, he received his first letter from you. It read:
Wally,
I had fun the other day. Like, actual fun. Hope to see you again soon. Text me.
And written in very small text on the bottom of the paper was your number. Sure, the letter’s short, but it meant the world to Wally. He immediately pulled out his phone to text you.
You were sitting in your bed watching a shitty reality TV show when the first text came. Ping. Picking up your phone, you see a text from an unknown number.
Unknown: So when can I see you again? :)
You: Thursday at 12pm. Let’s meet at the cafe.
Straight to the point, sure, but that’s all he needed to hear. You really aren’t one to waste your words.
So, when Thursday rolls around, you and him both are all nerves. You’re pacing around your room, awaiting your departure. But something feels different this time around. You’re nervous. You can barely believe that thought. You don’t get nervous.
But suddenly you feel every single need to impress Wally. You need to look perfect. You need to say just the right things. You have to be the cool girl he thinks you are. And you just can’t do it. You look at your phone, 11:47. It’s far past your time to leave and you just can’t do it. You’ve completely psyched yourself out.
Meanwhile, just about 15 minutes later, Wally stands outside of the cafe, awaiting your arrival. He waits. And waits. And waits. He looks at his phone, 12:24. Maybe you’re just… running late? No way he’s being stood up right now. After all, he was late to your last date. Is that even what this is? A date? He makes the wise decision to text you.
Wally: Hey :) Where r u?
You stare at your phone with pure shame before responding.
You: Can’t make it today. Sorry.
Wally reads your text over and over. And then a couple more times after that. You ‘can’t make it today?’ Are you serious? This has to be another one of your dark jokes. He stands there dumbfounded for a moment, rethinking all of his actions. Did he do something wrong?
Truth is, even after you standing him up, he knows he’s still in deep. You’ve completely turned his world upside down with just a couple small interactions. He rushes home, deciding that he’s going to write you yet another letter. Sure, he has your number, but it’s romantic, right?
He sits at his desk, pulling out a piece of lined paper. He signs your name at the top, and writes the following:
Did I do something wrong? I don’t know, but after today, with you not showing, it just feels like I did. Let me make it up to you. I swear I can. Still think you’re the coolest ;)
Yours truly,
Wally West
It’s about 4 days later when you get the letter. Seeing the usual pseudonym, you immediately know who it’s from. Your heart almost skips a beat. You run to your room and tear the letter open with eagerness.
You read it over and over again. Why did you have to be such a jerk? You’ve thought about your no-show nearly every night this week. And this letter only furthers the fact that you’re the biggest asshole ever.
You walk around your room, debating just what to do. Until you ultimately decide to take a seat at your desk and text Wally.
You: Got your letter. I know I can be a lot sometimes. Let’s reschedule?
It takes a few moments for Wally to respond. You stare at your messages with him, seeing the grey typing bubble disappear and reappear multiple times. Ping.
Wally: Don’t even worry about it. How about tomorrow at 12pm?
You: It’s a date.
Wally’s heart flutters at your choice of words. It’s a… date? Say less. For the next 21 hours and 33 minutes, Wally’s buzzing in anticipation for said date. Which isn’t unusual for him. But there’s something different about it this time.
The next day, Wally shows up to the cafe 15 minutes early, with a beautiful bouquet of pink, purple, and white flowers in hand. He’s attempting to make a good impression. You show up exactly 10 minutes later. You might be trying to make a good impression too.
As you walk up, he notices something different about you. You changed your hair again. It’s now this beautiful vibrant purple color. As you walk up to him, he holds the flowers out to you. “Hey. These are for you,” he takes another look at your hair, “They match your hair. Kinda.”
You respond with the softest smile known to man, “Thanks, Wally,” you take the bouquet and hold it tight to your chest, taking in a long smell of the flowers, “They’re amazing.”
You two walk inside the cafe, put in your orders, and take a seat. The two of you talk for hours, once again. When night falls, you make the bold choice to invite him back to your place. “You should come back to my place. My family isn’t there right now.”
“Your place? I don’t know… not that I don’t want to! It just seems… risky.”
“You scared, West?”
He gives you a sheepish look, “Kinda.”
“Well it’s your choice. Just saying, you can use your super speed to get in and out, or whatever.” You say coyly, giving him a look. Yes, that look.
The two of you take your car back to the manor. Once you’re there, Wally completely second guesses himself and his actions. “You sure your family isn’t here?”
“Very.” You’re actually not 100% sure. You kinda just made that up.
“My rooms on the second floor. 5th door on the left, if you want to speed there now.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice.” Is all you hear before a blurry streak leaves your car, leaving behind a small gust of wind. You just laugh at his antics, heading into the house yourself.
Once you’re in your room, you see Wally already sitting awkwardly on your bed. You take a seat next to him. The two of you are sitting at an odd distance, maybe 3 feet apart. Not close enough for intimacy, but close enough for comfort. You see Wally shiver a bit. “Are you cold?”
He lets out a little laugh, “This place is always freezing,” you notice him look at your comforter, then you, “Maybe we can both get under it… y’know, since it’s cold.” Nice one, Wally. He mentally face palms.
You just laugh at him. “Is that what you really want?” You look at his lips, then his eyes. And then he says, “I think… I want to kiss you.”
“Do it.”
He slowly leans in, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss deepens, as you pull your shirt over your head. You push him back a little, allowing him to lay down on the bed. His hands are everywhere, softly lingering over your skin. You place yourself on top of his body, deepening the kiss even more.
Until you slowly pull away. “I changed my mind.” He looks into your eyes, “Changed it to what? From what?”
“I don’t want to have sex with you, West. Not right now.” You say raising your eyebrows, falling over to the spot right next to him in only your bra. As his arm is resting behind your head, he jokingly and confusingly groans, saying a long, “Oookay.”
“It’s not like I’m going to send you home or anything,” you look at him, “You can sleep in my bed,” taking a short breath, “And I reserve the right to change my mind about the sex later.”
“Well, this is nice. Just this. It’s been like, a really long time, so,” he looks into your eyes, “I think I needed this. Whatever it is. So, thank you.”
You lean in, kissing him once more, “You’re welcome.” You say, as if you’ve just granted him his biggest wish. And the two of you stay cuddled up like that for the rest of the night.
The last thing Wally could’ve expected from his silly little mission to win you over was to actually accomplish it. But he did. And now he’s in bed with you, right next to you. He swears this is a moment straight out of his wildest dreams.
Warning: Triggering content, self-harm, depression (Please please let me know if I missed anything)
A/N: This is a comfort fic for myself but I hope it helps others. Please do not read if self-harm and/or depression are triggering content for you. In the US, call 988 if you're having thoughts of harm, in the UK call 08000684141. Please stay safe. You are all important even if it feels like you aren't right now.
"I wish you would've called me," your boyfriend said as he watched you put an anti-infectant on the cuts on your thigh.
"I know," you sighed, watching your placement in the mirror. "I wasn't- I should have but-"
"You don't have to explain yourself," Wally stood from his original seat on your bed. He walked over to you just as you finished rubbing it in and wrapped his arms around your stomach. "Did you at least tell someone?"
You nodded, closing your eyes and leaning back against him. "I called Dick. Then when dad got home, I told him. I don't wanna die, I just-"
Wally shushed you gently. He swayed softly side to side, taking a deep breath. "You're doing okay now though? Do I need to take anything back to my place?"
You shook your head, "Dad and Alfred locked everything up and hid stuff. I can't take my pills by myself for a while. Dad or someone has to give me them every morning."
He smiled slightly, relieved, "I'm glad you got a safety plan in place. Will you call me next time? Next time you're feeling like doing that, please please call me. I'm here for you always. I love you and I don't wanna lose you."
Tears began to well in your eyes. You covered your face and whimpered softly, "I'm sorry- I love you, Wally."
"Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm not upset with you at all," He turned you around, hugging you tightly against his chest. "I want you to know you can always call me. I might not know what to say, but I'll race my ass to you no questions asked."
That night, you let Wally hold you extra close while you slept. You had a huge support system, but Wally always made everything okay.
warnings: very suggestive, detailed making out, description of readers body (not detailed!) sex mention, fem!reader. yes, kit connor is my wally west face claim…. i think that’s it lmk if i missed anything! also realized how similar this is to my tim fic after writing it but yolo i guess
divider: @pxrce-lain
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wally truly couldn’t believe himself right now. he can barely comprehend the things he’s done to lead to this point. he’s currently face to face with his best friend’s sister, faces only inches apart from each other’s.
his hands are resting on your thighs, “is this okay?” he whispers out. you only respond with an eager nod.
something about this moment feels soft. the look in your eyes feels so warm and alluring. he’s never seen anything quite like it. sure, wally’s had his fair share of vulnerable moments with various partners, but he’s never had you.
his hands move up your thighs, to the curve of your hips, and now cupping your cheeks. he leans in, not before saying, “is this okay?” once again. you softly giggle, “you don’t have to keep asking, y’know.” he laughs, as his head dips into the curve of your neck.
“just trying to be respectful, that’s all.” sure, he’s gotten around, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have morals. especially when it comes to you. when it comes to this moment he’s sure he dreamed into existence.
he lifts his head from your shoulder, “you look beautiful right now.” said with a boyish grin. all you do is laugh, and look down. almost like you’re trying to hide from his affection. he lifts your head, fingers grazing your chin, “what?” he says through a sweet nervous laugh.
“it’s just— i don’t know. no one’s ever had me like this, is all.” you say honestly, looking into his eyes. wally runs his hands over your curves once more. he takes a look at your body, then your eyes. “but you’re okay with this, right?”
“yes, wally.” you say through a sheepish laugh. he finally leans in, putting his lips to yours. he kisses you like he’s trying to figure something out. like he’s trying to find a way to remember the taste of your mouth until the end of time.
he pushes his tongue into your mouth, testing the waters. you reciprocate the action almost immediately. the two of you kiss, and kiss, and kiss. it feels like hours have passed by the time you go to pull your shirt over your head.
but wally quickly moves his hands to yours, preventing this from going further. “what’s wrong?” you ask sincerely.
“i just— i think we should wait to do anything more.” he says with a nervous hiss. “why? did i do something?” you ask, with a slight tilt in your head.
“no! no— it’s just about respect. y’know, i’m trying to be respectful.” he says while shrugging his shoulders. all you can do is laugh at his antics. “how chivalrous, wally west.” the two of you just laugh for a moment, until the moment falls a bit more serious. wally leans in once again.
the two of you make out for hours, with it not leading to anything more. the way he kisses you is full of sweetness. there’s something so simple about it, like it’s not supposed to lead to anything more. he kisses you like the two of you will never have sex. like he’s not trying to get anything more out of you.
because he’s not. he’s just simply enjoying the taste of your tongue on his. enjoying your smell. memorizing every crevice of your mouth while his hands memorize every curve of your body.
you pull away, looking him in his eyes. you just giggle, completely lost for words. his hands are still resting on your face, “why are you laughing?” he says hypocritically, also through a laugh.
“i don’t know!” you say with a wide, but flat smile. he laughs once again, “i really meant it when i said you look beautiful.” you suddenly get nervous, hiding your face in your hands. “none of that.” he softly says, moving your hands from your face.
you go to fix your hair and put on your fakest pout, “but i’m all messy now!” he laughs, catching your hands in his once again. “and yet, you still look beautiful.” he drops your hands, now fixing your hair for you. he then kisses your forehead, then lands a quick peck on your lips.
“we should… probably stop for now, right?” he says with hesitation. “right.” you say with all your might. although you don’t want this moment to end, you’re content with just being in his presence, regardless.
the two of you cuddle up and switch on the television, settling on a random low-budget romcom. but neither of you can truly focus on the cheesy film you’re watching. you’re too busy reflecting on the romcom-esque moment you just shared.
wally really meant it when he said he wanted to take things slow. he glances over at you, completely lost in his thoughts. he wants you to know that he’s really, truly, about this. about you. the last thing he’d want you to think is that you’re just another one of his late night rendezvous.
you’re so much more than that. so much more than his old ways. he thinks you’re sweetness in human form. he knows you’re the one for him. he’s no longer even thinking of the future consequences of his very, very, idiotic actions. all he can think about is how, once again, you’re the one.
Warnings: Mentions of wounds/Violence, this chapter is mostly fluff.
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Bruce Wayne is used to being the epitome of courage, but he does have fears, being one of them his own thoughts. He felt like any of these days his mind would eat the life out of him. Looking through the window, the sky was grey with clouds filled and ready to lash out the storm it was held in, in his mind the image of his blood covered daughter, her body sagging as if she had already given up on life. Throughout this all his body felt numb, from the moment he picked up her body, to asking Gordon to give the staff an excuse and prepare everything so his daughter could be admitted to the hospital and lastly handing her body to the doctors, seeing her sight vanishing through the corridors.
He was mad.
It felt like fire growing on his stomach and getting hotter as close to his head it got.
I'm going to kill them.
His head was a mess. A shuffle of thoughts he would never have had in a right mind.
Damian hadn't slept, he was anxious. Not about your condition, though it was bad he knew you wouldn't die, you are a Wayne after all, and Waynes are stubborn even to death. His anxiousness came from the fact that now you were here, his only blood sibling. Despite not admitting, he loved his siblings and the dynamic between them, but Damian craved closure and bond, and now he had the opportunity to have it. Turning his eyes to his bed frame, he saw the clock marking 2AM.
The visitation starts only at 8AM… Tsk.
Getting up from his bed, Damian decided he was too energetic to wait without doing nothing. With everyone being in their own rooms, nobody saw when the teenager went to the kitchen and definitely didn't see how he prepared food from scratch for his sister.
“Young Miss, What are you doing?”
Despite Alfred's calls, you stayed there. In front of you, a big glass with Robins uniform, your eyes staring unfocused in the memorial plaque.
“I made brownies, Jay likes them…”- you said eerily calm, still not looking at Pennyworth.
Bruce and Richard entered the cave quietly, both tired from a case that made them work together despite the awkward relationship. Your father was the first to notice the weird atmosphere in the place, having Alfred alerted him prior about your inability to cope with Jason's death, he could grasp what was happening there.
“I don't like this, Alfie.”- You pointed at the plaque.- “A good soldier… He wasn't only a soldier, he was a good brother, a good son… But it seems father only values usefulness.”
“Y/N”- His voice came like thunder, walking towards you with harsh steps.- “You don’t get to act like you know what my child means to me.”
Your eyes hollow and unfocused, you were under a manic episode. He knew it wasn't fair to try to argue with you at a situation like this, but your harsh words stabbed his chest with more force than he could ever admit.
“I guess I don't, you never treated me like one of them to begin with.”- The slap came fast, his hand connecting with your face with a force that wasn't supposed to hit a child but one of the many villains he fought with. Your head hitting the glass of your brother's memorial.
You felt Richard embrace your body, while Alfred yelled at Bruce. The sequence of the arguing was not registered by your brain, a few words like ‘I don't want her here’ and ‘wellness camp’ passing through your ears. That was how you left.
A cold hand pressed into your forehead and you unconsciously leaned into it, slowly opening your eyes and you saw Alfred fond smile. The man had spent the night there, nursing you -despite not having much to do-, he asked how you felt and at this point he didn't expect an answer. Alfred had seen a lot of things in his life, and your silence wasn't new to him, he had seen it before in soldiers too traumatized, in people that had seen things that would never get washed from their minds. So, the older man content himself in only being heard, caressing your hair while at it.
Outside the room you heard a small muttering, as if the people arguing were trying their best to keep it down. Soon Alfred approached the door and opened it, revealing Jason and a boy you didn't know, the arguing stopped when both saw Alfred with a raised eyebrow giving the boys a dirty look.
“Look at this guy Alfie, it's 6AM and he's here alone.”- The younger one dividing his look between Alfred and Jason, occasionally sneaking a glance at you.
“Young Master, If I am not mistaken, the hospital is open to visitations only at 8AM.”- The boy looked like a deer caught in the headlight, his eyebrow furrowed trying to maintain a tough act.
“I just made my way in, nobody took notice of it.”- He said like it was not a big deal, giving a sigh and shaking his head, the butler made space so the boys could enter the room.
This time, Damian directed his gaze solely to you but it ended as fast as it began, as the boy seemed a little shy from it, which took a rich laugh out of Jason and a small chuckle from Alfie. Having been caught on his rather adorable demeanour, Damian elbowed Jason's ribs with the latter one barely flinching at it.
“So, what are you doing here, demon spawn?”- Todd circled his way to your bed, giving a small shuffle on your hair making Damian look at him as if he had grown two more heads.
“Tsk… I've brought food…”- He muttered, looking everywhere except his siblings and Pennyworth.- “Hospital meals aren't good.”
Bringing the pot to the nightstand, the smell filled the room.
“Well, I guess the young miss could benefit from a homemade meal.”- Alfred said and started to adjust your bed for you to be able to sit.
“It is Mujaddara and is vegetarian…”- The boy mumbled the words, barely looking at you.- “I am Damian, by the way. I’m your brother.”- He introduced himself while pushing the dish to your lap, along with cutlery.
The smell hit your nostrils,you looked at the dish in front of you and also looked at the teenager. Damian… Bringing your eyes to Jason, the older sibling kept his eyes on you.
“You can eat it, Dami is family.”- With Jays words, your trembling hands held the spoon weakly and brought food to your mouth. On your other side, the youngest tried to keep composure, but he couldnt hide the faint flush on his cheeks.
It felt strange. You had never eaten this before and yet it tasted more like home than ever.
8AM sharp, Bruce Wayne was in front of the hospital. His expression somber as ever, the eyebags showing that the man didn't sleep at all. He was supposed to see his daughter already, but the receptionist said the doctor wanted to have a word with him. His other children left him alone and went to your room.
“Mr. Wayne, first of all I would like to say, the child did not need any surgery. Fortunately her wounds were most superficial, but that doesn't mean her condition is good either. When the officer Gordon filled me with the situation, I expected something bad, but not like this.”- The doctor sighs, frustrated.- “ The child is filled with scars, almost all of her bones have been broken and regenerated wrongly, because of that the she might need a cane to walk correctly. We are doing our best to ensure she can go home soon and while at that I think it would be wise if you could make a few modifications to receive her at home, Mr. Wayne.”
Nodding at the doctor, Bruce took his time to digest the man's words. Before finishing the conversation and getting out of his office, the doctor advised him to also look for a therapist. Now the only thing for Bruce to do was to see his daughter, which had already woken up according to the nurses. His steps were slow, afraid to come face to face with the child he hurted and neglected so much.
The door to her room was open and soon her presence filled his eyes, this time not covered in blood, but almost the same as when she left the manor -except for her hair color-.
Her white hair was due to the constant stress she was under.
Looking a bit overwhelmed by the amount of people in the room, she barely noticed her father, but soon their eyes connected and the pain in his daughter's eyes was enough to break his ground. He couldn't delay anymore, reaching for her his arms held her body close, face to his shoulder while his hands caressed her hair and his lips left small pecks on her head.
She is alive. She is here. My daughter. My precious daughter…
I don’t know if I liked this chapter, it felt kind meh. Idk
