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[prettiest-thing-in-the-morgue]

DIE YOUNG

summary : batfam enjoy each other's presence while Alfred and Bruce silently mourns your death.

part 2 of die young

part 3 of die young

in another universe

Dick sit's down and eyes his family with a warm smile as he looks at his siblings with a loving look - they've all came so far and they all deserved this moment of blissful peace . He observes Tim and Damian engrossed in some random videogame , duke was painting steph's nails while she shows him random memes on her phone while jason and cass are talking about the latest anime they watched .

Everyone is happy , including himself because he's back home , surrounded with the people he holds so dear to his heart. Alfred approaches him with a fresh pan of brownies . Dick quickly snatches three portions and flash Alfred a smile , " Thanks Alfie !!" he exclaims . Alfred nods and rest the pan on a nearby table . " Hey Alfred when is Bruce coming back ?" Jason randomly asks . Alfred glances at his watch , " In approximatly one hour Master " . Jason groans. " That's so longggg besides why is he always disappearing off these days ?"

Alfred takes a moment to compose himself - he desperately tries to swallow the underlying pain he feels bubbling inside before he answers , " He always has board meetings around this time Master " , his tone wavering in the slightest yet unnoticeable. Jason rolls his eyes - annoyed but understanding and was about to retort but gets distracted when Cass shows him something on her phone.

Alfred excuses himself and makes a beeline escape to the outside patio . In the quiet stillness of the manor , when the eloquent halls are empty , when the kids are enveloped in their own innocent warmth , Alfred takes his time to shed a silent lone tear as he grieves . God knows , knows that every night when his worn palms are intertwined as he mutters a silent pray - that he's praying that your soul is safe and happy wherever it is - that your watching over him and this family with your silly smile and wrapping them in your soft , delicate hugs as you shield them away from the evil that tore you apart from them.

Meanwhile Bruce sits in his office chair - the room dark and quiet save for the occasional hum of the AC . His workers long since left hours ago , his work long finished and laid discarded on his desk . Bruce was a man that planned for everything , whether he was doing business or simply being Batman , he had plans and preparations for everything but parenting - he swears no matter what he does he can never ever fully plan .

He never planned on adopting Tim , Jason , Dick and Cass , never planned on being Steph or Duke guardians or hell never plans on having his son, Damian. None of it mattered because he would never ever regret having them in his life . He has read so many parenting books over his years , learning how to carter to each one of them but none of them prepared him to bury a child.

There is no feeling in this world that comes as gut retching , as tragic , as painful as the feeling of a parent burring their child . The memory is fresh in his head - the view of your small body - mangled beyond recognition - save for the pretty pink princess dress he dressed you in to go to preschool - your own blood covered you - like a blanket - a last ditch attempt to protect you from the harshness of the world .

Your once glowing big eyes that always looked at him with excitement now stare at him with a dull , blank look . He remembers cradling your small frame into his chest as the world around him crumble apart , as it slips through like sand slipping away to the ocean whenever the tides crash onto the shore . He remembers crying when he felt the bullet holes in your chest against his own. He holds your cold body close , cradling your head into his neck like he always do when he tucks you in to sleep . He lips memorized the way it kept muttering " it's okay baby daddy's got you , it's okay " .

He held your body until the police arrived and had to confiscate it . For the first and last time - Bruce lashed out at them - where were they when the school called in an active school shooter - where were they ? What was more important than saving his daughter's life ? He remembers screaming at them and Alfred having to hold him back . Alfred had to make the difficult decision to shove Bruce into the car to stop him from attacking the officers even though he himself wanted to confront them.

That night the manor for the first time was silent - Alfred was opening his fifth bottle of whisky in his room as he drowns himself in his own misery - he misses his grandbaby so much - he knows you hate seeing grandpa so sad and miserable - would always climb up on his bed and offer him your plushie as you gave him a big old kiss but you aren't here to do that anymore so he downs another after another.

Bruce sat on the floor of your room that night , the pastel walls filled with polaroid pictures of all three of you , his eye caught one - you were sitting on his shoulders , you wore a wide grin on your face , arms outstretched as you held a cone of ice cream he got you . He looked so happy there , hair tousled from your antics but he wore a smile . That day you were offering him your ice cream because you claimed " ice cream is the bestest thing in the entire world !".

He sobbed into his hands - why - why must the world be so cruel to him ? Why must the world take away his parents ? Why must the world take you away ? Does he not deserve happiness ? Does he not deserve to have hope ? Why must only he suffer ? Why out of all the children in that preschool the shooter chose to shot you ?

Was it because you were a small kind thing and had pushed your classmate out of harms way and took that hit ? Was it because you were too caring for your own good so you cradled your classmate's crying form into yours while you bled out ? Was it because you were you ? Did anyone ever thought in that moment to help you when the shooter yanked you away from your classmate and began to beat your small frame with his gun ? Did no one stop him from mangling your form ?

Did anyone care to step in before he shot you in your stomach a few times and left your body to be ensnared by death's cold fangs? Did anyone care to listen to your last words ? Did anyone catch the way you softly whimpered papa and grandpa - too scared , confused , too engulfed in pain to understand what was happening - just a small child searching for her family because that's all you knew ?

He curses that blasted teacher everyday - how could she let a child face that ? How could she huddle the other kids closer to her - leaving you to face that monster alone ? He wants to grab her and brutally rip the life out of her lungs - he doesn't care that she was pregnant and stressed and was doing 'her best' - what makes her unborn child and those other children more important than you ?

Another anguished sob leaves him and he remains there , crying his eyes out til the dawn breaks upon the world again. He hated that moment the most - of course that morning the sky had to shower upon them all a strong storm - strong winds that destroyed rickety rooves - practically plucking them from their houses like it was nothing . Strong , heavy rains that flooded the earth , a desperate rebuttal to wash away the scum of the world.

Alfred and Bruce stood together side by side as they watch a small casket descend into the depths of the earth . The priest practically choked on his tears during his prayer - Bruce feels himself going numb all over again - just life when his parents left him - he feels himself succumbing to the darkness and emptiness that reside inside him.

He shovels dirt onto your grave , each movement engraves a knife deeper in his chest - further solidifying the fact that you were gone and never ever coming back . He will never get back the sound of your cute giggles , never receive your colorful doodles of Alfred and himself , never get the opportunity to carry you on his shoulders , never get to experience you going to high school , you getting to experience you bring home your first boyfriend , the feeling of being overbearing and overprotective of his little girl going out with some guy , never get to experience watching you graduate high school , never get to experience you going to university and hear you complain about how annoying your professor is , never get to experience being happy and celebrating you getting your dream job and he would never ever get to experience watching you get married to the love of your life .

He would never get to experience any of this because you were never coming back home to Alfred or him . Bruce pulls up to the drive way of his home . His hand falls to his side as he watches out of the window and glances at the shrubbery. He misses you so much - he wonders all the time if you would love your adopted siblings - if you'd doodle all of them with your scented crayons and hang them up on the fridge , he wonders if you'd love petting Titus with Damian , if you'd play tea party with the girls , if you'd chase Jason down the halls with Tim and Dick because he stole your plushy -

He wonders if you'd love them , wonders if your watching over them - if you are proud that after you died he became the Bat ? Wonders if you would be proud that Alfred stopped drinking for you because he didn't want his little girl to be sad . He exits his car , his hands clutches the stuffed white bear in his hand and the other holds the bouquet of tulips and sunflowers.

He takes the long walk to the family cemetery , recalls all the funny conversations you both had - like how you thought the sun followed you in the car - maybe it did because whenever he was with you things were brighter . Even now , as he stands in front of your grave , the sun set behind you like a golden crown , its soft orange and pink hues , your favorite colors , paint the sky . Bruce sits near your grave and begins to talk to you ,

" Hey sweet girl how are you ? ......Daddy and Grandpa misses you alot sweet girl ...we miss you alot .....did you know grandpa made your favorite brownies today ? He made your own pan because he knows you loved them ....Daddy brought you a new stuffie and your favorite flowers ? You can name him whatever you want sweet girl .....I see grandpa left you a princess crown - I bet you love the pink glitters don't you sweet girl ? Daddy knows your still the prettiest princess no matter where you are . I miss you so much sweet girl - I wish you were here hunny - wish I could get more of your warm hugs - Wish you were still here with me - with us "

Everything goes silent for a long time , Bruce stays , embracing your comfort . Bruce watches as the sun full set behind the distant trees , the world now engulfed in darkness . He gets up , wiping away the lone stray tears on his face as he prepares to face his family.

He gathers himself and looks at your grave one last time , " Daddy loves you sweet girl stay safe for me okay ?" and with that Bruce leaves , heart heavy and longing .

[nottheoracleofdelphi]

Have this little WIP. please let me know if you would like to see more of this story :)

Pairing: Yandere!Damian Al Ghul x F!reader/oc? (There is a single mention of reader having curly brown hair)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: blood, murder, Dark themes, Yandere!Damian

Authors note: Yes, this is lowkey inspired by that one scene in ROTS with Anidala. please let me know if you want more, or if I missed any warnings. thx<3

Blood pools at his feet, each step leaving behind a trail of scarlet. His sword rips through the air like a red hot knife to butter. At least that’s what it feels like for him; skin and muscle and bone giving so little resistance, so little protest at being cut and ripped open. Body after body hitting the floor, fighter and civilian alike, so much blood collecting on his blade, it drips with his rage and his fear. 

Drip. The hunter before him crumbles like sand.

Drip. Another approaches and falls just as quickly. 

Drip. Their screams blur with his vision, sweat and blood dripping into Damian's eyes, but still he swings. 

Cut after cut, swing after swing, they all fall. One by one, he goes through and erases anything left in the village, silencing anything living, and burning any evidence of a village to ash. 

It's all Damian can do to keep himself from collapsing when all is said and done, the scarlet on his blade now staining his cloak. His hand raises to wipe his face, cleaning the red from his eyes, and the blood from his face, and he sheathes his sword. It’s not a long walk back to his landing zone, and yet Damian feels as if the silent roaring in his mind drags on forever. It's desolate, lonely, and all too much like home for any sort of critical thinking. He just slaughtered an entire village; an entire town full of men, women, and children, now reduced to memory by his hand.

He almost wonders what his mother would say, if she could see him now. Would Talia be proud of her son, would she revel in his return to what she had intended for him since his birth. Or would she be ashamed, saddened by Damian's lack of control over his fear. He wonders if she would change her opinion if she knew why he did what he did. Would she accept his reasoning? Would she understand his motives? After all, is this not what she felt when she had him? Would she not have felt the same way? Would she condemn him for the blood on his hands? Would she hold his face the way she did when he was just a babe, taking a life for the first time? 

He’s close now, the shape of his plane coming into view. The blackened metal of the leagues’private jet glitter red and orange, flames reflecting off of sheet metal and her curly brown hair. 

The flames bounce off her curly brown hair.

It’s her tears reach him next, those liquid trails of worry that he had strived to ensure never returned,  but here they are, directed at him, caused by him, and covered in the blood of children, Damian wonders what she would say. Surely Bruce had filled her head with his lies already, convincing her that he was dangerous, that he could not be trusted. He wondered if she would believe him over Bruce if he were to tell her a little white lie about his actions. Probably not, he thinks. The only thing his beloved hated more than cruelty was lies, but how bad could a little lie here, about this, hurt. Would she still hold him close at night? Would she still hold his hand over her stomach and their growing baby? Would she still love him after everything he's done?

Would she still love him after this? 

“Dami!” Her face contorts in overwhelming relief, running towards him and throwing her arms around his neck, her belly pressing into his as she breathes out a gentle sob. He can feel the blood on his breastplate slide onto her soft skin, the red marring her forehead, tainting it with his violence. 

“Ya Hayati,” Damian breathes out, his hands pulling her concerned face away from his chest, her watery eyes looking back at him. “What are you doing here?”

Her breath trembles as she speaks, “Bruce came by the apartment,” her hands reach up to the back of his neck, the soft locks there wet with sweat. “He was looking for you. You left so suddenly, he was worried something had happened.”

“Are you alright?’’ she can feel Damian's hands card through the ends of her hair, his fingertips wet and much less gentle than normal. 

“We are fine,” her eyes contort with worry, the metallic scent of blood finally reaching her. “But what about you? You are covered in blood!” Her voice is unusually timid, tainted with worry. His once boisterous and lively girl now small and afraid in front of him. “Are you hurt?”

“No, my love. I am not hurt.” His hands fall, reaching for hers, cradling her soft palms in his. He watches as her eyes fall to his hands still red with blood. 

“But-” she trembles, taking a step back.”all this blood.”

“Nothing to concern yourself with beloved.” his hands squeeze hers, a sickening squelch resounding through the empty night.

“Where did it all come from?” lips quivering she searches his eyes, hers now, once again, filling with tears.

“Nowhere, now let's get you both back home, yes?” Damian tries so desperately to guide her onto the jet, yet she simply stands unyielding, her eyes flickering with something he didn’t recognize.

“Damian,” she inhales, “...Whose blood is this?”

He freezes, her entire body near trembling, and he now recognizes that look in her eyes; one he had seen countless times before, the same look that had haunted him in his dreams, the same look that they had all given him. He doesn't speak,  instead he remains still and silent, looking past her, jaw set in stone. And only one thing comes to mind.

Fear.

She was afraid of him, or for him, he couldn’t tell, but the fear in her eyes was unmistakable. 

“Dami, whose blood is this?” she quivers out again. 

“What did he tell you?” It's cold, and it's angry, the way he spits out those words like their venom.

“Dami, please answer me-”

“What did he tell you?” The annunciation behind every word is set with hatred as he locks eyes with the descending ship, one that could only belong to one person. Damian's grip on her hands tightens, her knuckles and fingers turning white from the force.

“Dami, please let go.” tears spill from her eyes.

“All of this is for you.” if she didn't know any better, she would say that he was pleading with her, but she does know better. Damian doesn’t beg, he doesn’t grovel and ask for forgiveness, he acts, and he acts without second thought for anyone besides her or himself. Everyone else could burn so long as he could watch with her by his side. “Everything I’ve done is to give us a better life. To give our child a chance at living without fear.”

“What have you done?” her words tremble and shake like a building in an earthquake, crashing down before she can let them escape. 

“I’ve given the league a new purpose,” his hands squeeze tighter, her hands now red from the force of her trying to pull out of his grip. “We will bring freedom and peace to the world. Together. With our child.”

“Dami, please, you’re hurting me” she sobs.

“Damian let her go.” His fathers voice carries with the wind, reverberating in the cold nights’ air. 

His grip loosens just enough for her to pull her hands away, and his attention turns to Bruce. “What sick lies have you told her about me?”

“Nothing untrue.” It's not his fathers voice, Damian realizes, no, this is Batman, not Bruce Wayne. His father hadn't come for him, but Batman had. 

Batman had come, not to bring him home to Gotham, not to talk him down from whatever metaphorical ledge Bruce thought he was on, but to stop him at any cost, to take him down and keep him that way. 

“You betray me for him?” she gasps at the accusation, her tears flowing faster and his patience for his father dwindling with each tear that fell from her pretty eyes. How dare Bruce make her cry, how dare he hurt her, how dare he turn her against him, her own husband, the father of her children.

“You know I would never-” she begins, but Batman cuts her off.

“Damian, you've already done enough damage.” he steps forwards, now about ten paces behind his love, his beloved, his life and family. “Stop this now and come home.”

“How dare you turn her against me.” vitriol is the only way to describe the pure hatred behind Damian's words, “I’ve done only what's necessary to keep my family safe and free.”

“You’ve crossed the line, Damian.” Bruce steps closer again, and Damian matches his pace and then some, putting himself between his father and his pregnant wife. 

“Dami, please.” she grabs onto his cloak, the very same fabric that she had oh so loving draped over his shoulders that very morning, “You’re scaring me.”

“Whatever falsehoods he has told you beloved, I can assure you they are false.” His hand, still red and wet, begins to reach back for your hand.

“And what about the village near here, Damian,” Bruce takes another step closer, his entire body tense. “What will you tell her about that?”

If Damian wasn't able to feel her pull away from him, he could at least hear the horrified gasp she let out. “The blood…” she can barely finish her words before she attempts to bring her hand to her mouth, gagging at the blood that stains her hands, the blood that covers Damian.

His cape bellows as he turns, facing her, his eyes wild and uncontrolled. “Beloved, I-”

“What did you do…”

“What was necessary to keep us safe, my love. Nothing more.”

“How could you?” she gasps out.

“I did it for us.” His hands gently cusp her cheeks, his thumbs wiping away her tears, “for you.”

“No. Dami, you're scaring me.” stumbling, she steps back, her face now covered in the blood from his hands. “You’re going down a path I can't follow.” 

Damian straightens, his eyes hardening with some sort of wicked resolve. “So, you’ve chosen him then.”

“No-” She stutters, “No, of course not. I love you.”

“Liar!”  Damian yells.

[visionofhope04]

Neglected - Part 5

Sorry for the long wait! I just kinda didn’t really know how to make the reader’s and Jason’s conversation go but I got it! This is the last part of the series!!! I’m going to start working on a story based on this headcannon now. By the way, requests are open! Just no smut. Hope you enjoy!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 (Current)

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You had just got home after that long interview. It had taken about 45 minutes and you were exhausted. You didn’t know how you managed to make it through 10 minutes of it. The first few minutes were definitely tense and you knew the press would eat it up. You planned to come clean about your so called family in an interview, but you didn’t plan for it to be the first one ever. You couldn’t control your mouth and the truth just poured out of you. You were glad the interviewer dropped the subject when you asked.

After setting your things down, you dropped onto the couch and lifted your hand above your head. You were staring at the ceiling and contemplating life when your phone rang. You reluctantly hopped off the couch and sprinted to get it. You found it, accepted the call, and then held it to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Hello Y/N, I just saw your interview. Care to explain why you didn’t tell me about it and Y/G/N?”

“Jason! I’m sorry-”

“Y/N I’m so proud of you." You were so shocked, you almost dropped your phone.

“What? You’re not mad I outed the family?” You said in disbelief.

“No, of course not! Why would I be mad? If anything, I’m glad you did that to them. They deserve it. I'm just a little disappointed you didn't tell me about Y/G/N.”

"Well to be fair it was all over the news."

"Well, I haven't had time to check lately."

“Touche. By the way, how is everyone?”

“Don’t know, don’t care. I only tolerate them for the sake of the city.”

“Oh, okay well- wait, what happens if they find out about what I said?! They’re gonna ruin my image, the career that I literally just started, and practically the rest of my life! I-”

“Woah, calm down, relax. They won’t ruin anything.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“They won’t. Trust me. If they do try anything it will be suspicious. No one would believe them.”

You noticed it had become late and you really wanted to take a nap, so you decided it was time to hang up.

“I love you Jason, thank you for everything. I’m exhausted from that interview and I’d like to get a few hours of sleep in.”

“I love ya too sis, just don’t forget me alright?”

“How could I? I’ll talk to you later.”

“Alright, don’t forget. Bye."

“Bye.”

Jason hung up and you placed your phone back down. You made your way to your room and gathered (the clothes u sleep with cuz we don’t judge here) and prepared to shower and then finally take a nap.

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Timothy Drake sat at the desk in his room, working on cases and occasionally sipping the coffee he had made ten minutes prior. It was 4 PM and he had been working nonstop since he got back from patrol. He opened a new tab on his laptop and saw something rather concerning pop up. It was an article titled “THE WAYNES AREN’T WHO YOU THINK THEY ARE…” Tim clicked on the article and began to read.

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Bruce had been working in his office when suddenly Tim barged through the door. Bruce’s head snapped up in alarm.

“Look at this!” Tim screeched.

“What is it?” Bruce asked as Tim stomped over to his desk and handed him the laptop.

“Y/N…” Bruce grumbled in annoyance. “Can you remove the article or at least hide it?”

“No, it would look too suspicious. It’s already viral and if it suddenly disappeared people would suspect we had something to do with it.”

“Ugh. Inform Dick and Damian about it. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Okay.” Tim agreed as he quickly snatched his laptop from Bruce and ran back to his room.

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“What!?” Dick Grayson was shocked. Timothy had just filled him in on the whole news incident Y/N had caused. He was furious. How could Y/N do such a thing and not know how badly her words would hurt their reputation! She was just overreacting and now people would believe her lies. “What’s B going to do?”

“I don’t know, he said he’s taking care of it.”

“Alright, I’ll let Damian know.”

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"What?" Damian said in shock. Dick had called him while he was walking Titus and explained the situation. How and why would you do this to them? Did you not know how badly this would affect them???

"B says he's taking care of it. Don't worry about it much Dami."

That eased his worries a bit. "Okay, goodbye Grayson."

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You were startled awake by the sound of your phone ringing. Groaning, you got up and went to retrieve your phone. On the way there, you glanced at the clock and noticed the time. You had slept for way longer than you meant to. Assuming it was someone from Y/G/N checking on you, you answered.

“Hello?”

"Y/N, you can't talk about us like that-"

You cut Bruce off. "I can and I will." You then hung up on him.

You felt a sense of pride wash over you. You were proud of how far you've come over the years. Before you wouldn't dare disobey Bruce. But now you had the courage to cut him off and hang up on him! You then blocked his number as well as Dick's, Tim's, and Damian's.

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For the next few months, they tried to contact you in every way they knew how. Unfortunately for them, you knew exactly how to avoid and ignore them. They tried to cancel you and make the public believe you were lying. That backfired on them due to Jason exposing their lies and confirming that they did in fact neglect you.

Wayne Enterprises' business started to drop by landslides. Not to the point of bankruptcy but to the point where they were no longer in the top 100. The public started to support you more and Y/G/N gained even more popularity. You were so happy about everything and all the support you were receiving.

Alfred had called you one day congratulating you. He apologized for not trying to get to know you and for letting them treat you that way. He asked if you would like to meet up with him sometime and start to get to know each other. You forgave him and agreed to meet up with him.

Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian never bothered you anymore after that and you finally got your happy ending.

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I DID IT! ITS HERE! IT'S FINISHED! AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED THIS!!! THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING SO SUPPORTIVE!!! If you're on the current tag list please let me know if you'd like to be tagged in all of my future DC works since this series is finished or if you'd like to just be tagged in certain works that only involve certain characters. If you want to be tagged in future works of mine please send it through asks.

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[bad4amficideas]

How do you think yandere batfam (platonic and romantic) would react to Reader doing one of those "I'm selling my first time"?

[flashdash626]

Jason: Stop being rude Y/N!

Y/N: I’m not being rude I’m being honest, but it would be rude if I followed you around and each step you took I played the tuba!

Jason: I KNEW THAT WAS YOU!!!

[jasontoddismybabe]

Kaldur is fine

[burningdreamunknown]

Althea Grace Prince (Prologue)

She was the daughter of Diana, brought to life the same way her mother was. Sculpted out of clay, and brought to life by the breath of Zeus. She was born on Themyscira, on a thunderous and stormy night. Her mother, much like her grandmother, desperately wished for a child. And because of all that her mother had done for the gods and for the world of man, she was granted her wish. 

Althea Grace, that was her name and she was loved, and she was raised as a warrior. The same way her mother and all of the other amazons were. She was as dedicated and as formidable as her mother had been at her age. Althea was a happy child, another bright light to add to Diana’s.  

Althea was 11 years old when her mother first brought her to the world of man. She was brought to Metropolis, on the roof of a tall skyscraper that had a globe attached to it. 

There, she met her mother’s colleagues. The great and daunting nightmare that is the man of bats. He blended into the shadows as if he was created out of one. He was seemingly a child of Nyx. It was quite a feat to accomplish considering it was daylight in Metropolis. 

The last son of Krypton was quite his opposite. Though tall and formidable, Kal-El was a lighthearted and enthralling man. Truly a man that represented the bright and cheery Metropolis. It was as if Euphrosyne had a child with Ares, (minus the anger of course) and raised him with Dike. A happy war-like god with a sense of morals, that is Kal-El. 

However, those were not the only men she met that day. She met the young offspring of the man of bats and of Kal-El. 

Robin and Superboy. The boys that would forever change her destiny. The only men she would die for. 

Both of the boys were impeccable replicas of their fathers.  

        Robin was cold and standoffish with her, never wanting to be close, but still she tried. She went along with his escapades, even if it went against their parents’ wishes. She was older, so it was only right for her accompany him and Superboy to whatever they were doing, to make sure they wouldn’t maim themselves. 

         Unlike Robin, her and Superboy got along like a house on fire. They had battled their strength and powers against one another. Mostly for fun, sometimes for competition. He was the sibling that Althea never had, and she would cherish those moments with Jon. 

        A few years after they had met, Robin had trusted them enough to tell Althea and Jon his identity. His name was Damian Wayne. The son of Bruce Wayne, heir to a billion dollar company. He was still her Robin, but with dazzling green eyes. 

       It was shortly after this that her mother had told her of what was to happen. Every summer, starting on her 14th birthday, she was to go to Themyscira for training. Proper Amazonian training and education, along with visiting her family. 

       And truly, that was where this story was starting. The third summer that Althea had gone to Themyscira and came back, something had dramatically changed between the three friends.

      They were no longer the children they were when they had first met all those years ago. They were young adults with hormones and problems. Boy were their parents up for a bumpy ride. 

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[determinedkitty24]

Youngest!Batsis x Batboys

I just had this sudden idea, plus I already did an "being the oldest" one soooo.....plus I need to post more....

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I don't even need to say it. Overprotectiveness to the highest level.

Spoiled af.

Everyone loves you. EVERYONE.

Being the sassiest biotch.

Creating a zoo with Damian in the manor.

Free rides from Jaybird every weekened.

Obsessing with cereals with Dick.

Beating Timmy in every video games.

Alfred's little angel.

The manor's life and little bundle of joy.

Movie nights every Friday. Some little touch of pillow forts, pillow fights, and tickle wars.

The media snipping only few to none pictures of you. Your gigantic of brothera and father acts as your human shields every time you go outside.

When you were younger, there is ALWAYS someone with you. When you're older, every minute you are bombarded with texts and calls. Or maybe your father put trackers on all of your belongings. Or maybe, everywhere you go, there are shadows above hopping and hovering on you.

Being annoyed on how protectice they are.

Being closest with Damian. Although, when you first arrived, Damian was the meannest to you.

You building a flower garden with Alfred for the boys. So the boys can have a place to be at peace. Also, the boys helping with gardening sometimes.

Being the only one to get through to Bruce whenever he gets too unreasonable.

The #1 source of joy to these family.

Cass, Kate, Steph, and Babs kidnapping you sometimes to have some girl time. Claiming that the boys never shares you.

Your laughter always echos throughout the manor. It lightens all the stress in the boys' bodies.

Cooking with Alfred.

Food fights.

Fashion shows.

Bruce just cannot comprehend how you get to have all the boys, the girls aren't surprising, join in your mini fashion show game.

Superman thinks that's your superpower. It's just so amazing and funny.

Whenever you get kidnapped, they always have a heart attack.

They just don't want to see you hurt. Worse, lose you. Your death would be far too much to these family. Take care of yourself.