Relationships: Gen (Talia al Ghul & Damian Wayne, Minor/Background Ships)
Year: 2024
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Implied/Referenced Death
Summary:
“We will be climbing down and then up,” Damian decides, given the evidence.
“No, Damian,” she says, and starts off walking, forcing him to come after her as the rope tugs taut. He chews on his lip behind his gator, cringing and trapped by his mistake. Survivalist exercise? Or maybe navigation? Some sort of test? He can’t afford to be wrong again.
“There shouldn’t be any crevasses,” Ommi says into the silence, “but if I start to fall, cut your rope immediately. Understood?”
“Then I can’t stop your fall,” he argues. She gives him a look, just the briefest glance over her shoulder. “Understood.” They crunch on for a minute. “I could rescue you, Ommi.”
“No.” The word clouds the air, just briefly. “You will preserve your own life only. You should think of saving your breath, it’s a long way down.”
That’s not an order, however, so he’s free to push. “We are leaving the compound.” She doesn’t reply. Damian squirms for a moment, trying to find a way to ask that requires no question at all. “We have a destination already in mind.”
“Yes,” Ommi says, finally. “Gotham.”
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Talia, Damian, and leaving the devil you know, the hell you've built, the life you've made your own.
Submitted by Rooh
Submitter's comment:
the damian and talia of all time, clearly a labor of love and research
Author: deadchannelradio
Fandom: Batman
Ship: Genfic
Rating: T
Length: Oneshot
Website: Ao3 link here
My Rec:
A really fun fic written in the format of a mission log kept in the archives in the batcomputer. Super delightful, very funny. Everyone gets their moment to shine here.
last rec list was not exactly happy fics, so to offset it, have funny ones:
Fandom: DC, batfam.
Theme: Humour (most some also tear your heart out or engage in subtle character building, but you'll laugh while you cry)
Humour is very widespread in fic (…in some fandoms at least), ranging from humour woven in the writing style itself, to situational absurd (crack), to making the reader laugh about absolutely horrifying shit (while still acknowledging how awful it is; which is rarer, I think, in non-fic), to absolutely unhinged character reactions (to more I don't have in mind right now), so here, a small homage to that.
The Lone Ranger Never Had to Deal with Bruce Wayne, by @theskeptileptic (https://archiveofourown.org/works/51476074)
Chapters 6/6, 25.522 words
G, No Archive Warnings Apply
Main Characters: Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne
Official summary:
Tim is an independent, clever, and super mature eleven-year-old. Unfortunately, his dopey neighbor, Bruce, can’t seem to understand that.
When he decides to disappear on a “solo camping trip” and run away to Canada, he figures it’s the perfect plan that will make everybody happy. He didn’t expect the Waynes would tag along with him and ruin everything.
A six-chaptered tale filled with identity shenanigans, s’mores, soon-to-be-brothers, and a kid who is in desperate need of a new family.
Why I love it:
This is. Hilarious. The perfect mix of very competent Tim and him still very much being an 11-years-old. Himbo Bruce Wayne who just so happens to totally accidentally run into Tim several times to innocently inquire about his parents' whereabouts. The horrifying fact of what Tim is actually doing and how he thinks, in his very logical way (and the horrifying fact that his parents agree with him).
Excerpts:
from: [email protected]
to: [email protected]
Mr. Wayne,
Timothy told me you stopped by earlier today. I am sorry I didn’t get to talk with you. My thyroid was acting up and I was sleeping. Timothy is a good kid. I can make sure he’s safe skateboarding so there is no need to worry. Have a good day!
Sincerely,
The Nanny
from: [email protected]
to: [email protected]
The Nanny,
Thank you for your email last week. Timothy is most definitely a good kid. One of the best. I saw him at the Army Supply Store this afternoon and he mentioned you would be taking him to Cheesequake State Park to meet a friend this weekend? My boys and I are heading that way, so why don’t we save you a trip. We’ll make sure Timothy is taken care of. If you need anything at all, for any reason, please call me at this number: 9088780078. This is my cell phone and I answer it at all hours, no matter what. Nothing is too small or too much of a bother to pick up for. Anything that you need, Timothy’s Nanny, please call.
Sincerely,
Bruce Wayne
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“Anyway, I was on my way to the course, and I realized your father and I haven’t gotten a chance to really ‘hang’, as you kids say, and I had a late tee time, so I thought I’d invite him along.” Mr. Wayne’s teeth were bright and Tim wondered if he used some sort of diamond paste on them. He looked around Tim’s shoulder, as if he wanted to see inside the mansion better. Tim hadn’t turned on any of the lights on account of his shitty night, so the early fall haze that Bristol was so well known for didn’t do much for his visibility.
“I’m sorry, sir, you just missed him.” A pause.
“Well, that’s ok, son. Why don’t you get your mom and I’ll give her a message? I’m sure you’ve got things to do.” He looked at Tim vapidly, smile still firmly in place.
“I’m afraid she’s not here right now either. Shopping.” Tim gritted his teeth and went to close the door. Mr. Wayne’s huge ham hands (why were they so large?) stopped it before it slammed. He chuckled and Tim winced.
“Your nanny, then.” Tim wasn’t sure, but thought the question sounded more strained than Mr. Wayne’s usual flavor of airheadedness.
“She’s sleeping.”
“At eleven in the morning?”
“She has a thyroid problem. I’ll let them all know you stopped by.” Tim pushed the door closed but Mr. Wayne had somehow entered his foyer while he was speaking.
“I’ll write them a note. They can call me when they get back.” He inched closer towards Tim, who sidestepped him before he could ruffle his hair.
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Ain't No Compass, Ain't No Map, by @ebjameston (https://archiveofourown.org/works/38048365)
Chapters: 9/9, 51.863 words
T, No Archive Warnings Apply
Main Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake
Official summary:
CPS Agent, pointing at Tim Drake: We need to take him with us
Red Hood: He's fine where he is
CPS: He's a minor
Hood: Timbo, you a minor?
Tim: Can't prove it
CPS: I mean, I can. There are records –
Tim, who has just finishing hacking CPS to remove his own file: Oh really, tell me more about these records
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A CPS agent gets sent to investigate a tip that Tim Drake has been abandoned by his parents and is living with the Red Hood. The CPS agent leaves with no Tim Drake, a date with Red Hood's lieutenant, and an intern who's promising to fix the IT systems at his office.
It's a weird day for Theo.
Why I love it: This is probably the first (non-crossover) DC fic I read, and to date still one of my favorites. It's. Listen. It's from the point of view of a Child Protective Services agent. Who, given his whole deal is to Protect Children, has Opinions about the Robins. And interacts - unknowingly - with them when they're grown (identity porn! Banter!). And he likes them! And they like him! But they have… differing opinions. And I absolutely love it. So. Many. Feels. And humour. It's 80% jokes and 70% feels and 50% social commentary about the canon and 20% plot and 40% fluff and 30% angst and some parts are all of that at once.
Excerpt:
“Nightwing, wait, serious question,” Theo says. “About when you were baby Robin.”
Max’s fingers tense up a bit on Theo’s elbow, and some of the earlier tension creeps back into Nightwing’s frame. “Yes?”
“Did the Batmobile have a car seat?”
“Did the what have a what ,” Nightwing says.
“I’ve seen your stats from when you were just getting started,” Theo says. “You weren’t anywhere close to 4-foot-9. You would’ve needed a booster seat for at least the first two years you were Robin, so.”
“So, did the Batmobile have a carseat,” Nightwing repeats faintly.
Theo gets out his phone to take notes. “Yes. That is what I am asking.”
“Buddy,” Hood says. “Most of the Batmobiles don’t even have seatbelts.”
“How would you even know that?” Bernard asks.
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IRIS Log #1548, by @deadchannelradio (https://archiveofourown.org/works/51647209)
Chapters: 1/1, 8531 Words
T, No Archive Warnings Apply
Main Characters: whole batfam
Official summary:
A Disclaimer From Your Friendly Neighborhood Oracle:
The following is a transcript of Patrol Communications Audio written by state of the art transcription technology, IRIS (Interpretation of Recorded Intelligence Software). IRIS was created to provide easily searchable records, automatically, and eliminate the need to transcribe each patrol audio log manually. That being said, IRIS is still experimental, and may not always be entirely accurate.
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(01:25) Red Hood: (Mild static) (Out of breath, slurred) You motherfuckers. Put some fuckin-
(01:25) Batman: (Shaking) Red Hood-
(01:25) Red Hood: Shut up. Put some fucking respect. On my name. Start fucking copying me. I just got thrown fucking. Um. 40 feet. Into a fucking uh. What's it. Ditch. I'm still fucking conscious.
(01:25) Batman: Red Hood, do not move, we're en route-
(01:25) Red Hood: What'll I win if I stand up.
(01:25) Batman: (Loud) Do not stand up.
Why I love it: The format (transcription of comms) is fun. Also it's. Just. Really funny? The… energy of it? I mean just read the excerpts honestly.
Excerpt:
(01:34) Nightwing: Don’t get mad, Red. He’s got a concussion.
(01:34) Red Hood: (Agreeably) I am all bonked up. (Laughter: Nightwing) Hey. Cass. Cassie. Is my leg fucked. The right one.
(01:34) Blackbat: It. (Pause, 3 seconds) (Reading) I am not your medical provider and can’t diagnose injuries or illness. Please ask your doctor when you are under their care.
(01:34) Red Hood: Oh. Um, okay. Can you tell me as buddies? Not as my doctor. (Laughter: Spoiler, Red Robin) Just as buddies.
(01:35) Blackbat: …Super busted. Bad. As buddies.
(01:35) Batman: Blackbat. We are not medical-
(01:35) Red Hood: She said as buddies. It’s fine.
(01:35) Spoiler: (Laughing) The as buddies legal loophole.
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Bang, bang, by Ididloveyou_once (@ididloveyou) (https://archiveofourown.org/works/30246978)
Chapters: 1/1, 5.563 words
T, Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings (an accidental gunshot wound played for laughs)
Main Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd
Official summary:
‘You shot me!’ Jason gasped, stunned, ‘Holy shit, you actually shot me.’
Tim’s eyes widened and he froze. They stared at each other for a second, dumbstruck and then-
‘Don’t tell Bruce.’Or: The family enjoy a normal movie night. Except Jason has a gunshot wound and Tim’s the only one who knows and oh- that’s because Tim’s the one who shot him and they really, really need to find a way to leave before anyone finds out.
Why I love it:
Hmmm okay so maybe I really like a good Jason & Tim relationship. But objectively. This is great. Peak siblings relationships. The threat of Getting In Trouble forcing an emergency alliance between two mutually annoyed siblings who scramble to hide something? Peak comedy.
Excerpt:
‘Okay, sorry. I didn’t mean it like that either,’ he pinched the bridge of his nose, ‘I just mean. Don’t worry about me being in pain. I’m fine. And don’t worry about looking like an asshole. You shot me, you already look like an asshole. But that’s fine because now we’re even.’
Jason sighed at the kid’s sour expression. So his words of reassurance needed some work, sue him.
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Into the Brighter Night, by @shoalsea (https://archiveofourown.org/works/20935463)
Chapters: 12/12, 162,894 words
G, No Archive Warnings Apply
Main Characters: Tim Drake, whole batfam, Young Justice team
Official summary:
When an unknown enemy threatens Robin, Gotham's vigilantes come together to keep him safe.
Unfortunately, they're protecting the wrong Robin.
Or: Tim Drake plans his own rescue. Things get complicated.
Why I love it:
Oooooh not just batfam this time. Tim is way too competent, and the Young Justice have his back (and a lot of resentment towards the batfam).
Hyperactive Young Justice energy, Very Good Characterization, miscommunication (as in Bruce -the whole batfam really- is trying but they're super bad at clearly expressing feelings).
And the tone of it? The writing? Hilarious and rips your heart out. This is super interesting interconnected character dynamics (with the batfam and Tim's team that's so many more different relationships than usual) and a deep look at canon events, all of it wrapped in hilarious dialogue.
One of my fave Tim-centric fics, and I've read some very good ones.
Excerpt:
[Impulse on a long distance call with the batfam - minus Tim]
Jay makes a disbelieving sound. “You’re telling me that Red Robin—Mr. Responsibility himself—helped you hide and maintain a secret spaceship for years? Seriously?”
“Uh, yeah? Duh?”
“No offense,” Duke says, “but that doesn’t really sound like the guy we know.”
Bruce sighs. Stephanie huffs out a laugh. Impulse just looks unimpressed. “Are we talking about the same person? Robin numero tres, currently Red? The same guy who once hid an extra Batmobile in the batarang budget and shipped it to California in secret? The same guy who founded Young Justice, an unauthorized vigilante group of teens that started out with no adult supervision? And lied to the Justice League and the government to keep Secret safe?”
“Secret?” Duke says at the same time Jay sputters out, “He stole a whole Batmobile?”
“More like embezzled,” Impulse says. “But yeah, dude, it’s Rob. I know he gives off the straight-and-narrow vibe, like, 90% of the time he’s interacting with the public or authority figures, but that’s mostly because it’s way, waaaay easier to get away with stuff if you don't ‘openly project an air of defiance.’”
“Oh my god,” Stephanie says. “He’s given you that speech too?”
“He’s given us multiple versions of that speech,” Impulse says.
Stephanie’s turned away from the screen now and is explaining to Duke, “Red Robin is kind of the definition of ‘I do what I want,’ but most of the time what he wants to do is at least nominally reasonable or responsible, so no one cares.”
“And when somebody does care,” Impulse says, “you just gotta be sneaky and smart. Comply until their backs are turned, you know? I mean, even with the Titans we—what?” he pauses, spinning his chair, clearly distracted by something off-screen. “No, I’m just talking to the Bats. I think there’s a whole flock of them.”
Conner Kent wanders into view, towelling off his hair and wearing what looks like some kind of maintenance jumper. “‘Sup,” he says to the camera, leaning in. “Superman’s not there, is he?”
“Nope,” Impulse says.
“Thank god. Where’s Rob?”
“Batnap.”
Conner puts his hands on his hips. “Dude. Weren’t you supposed to wake him up?”
Impulse spins in his chair again. “Wonder Girl said not to.”
“What, and he agreed?”
“No. He might have been unconscious at the time. Which, technically, means Wonder Girl is in charge.”
Conner groans. “He’s gonna kill you.” Turning to the camera, he adds, “Look, sorry about this, I’ll go get him.”
“Heynowaitaminute,” Impulse says. “Listen. I’m the captain, you gotta at least hear me out!” Conner rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t move. “Everything is still going according to plan, okay? Rob did in fact say that we should one hundred percent wake him up as soon as we could get a call through. True. But Wonder Girl said to let him sleep. And he definitely needs it.”
“Yeah, but, again, he’s gonna be pissed if—”
“Listen. I have thought this through.” When Conner just looks skeptical, he adds, “I have! I worked it out logically. See, if we wake up Rob, Wondy’s gonna be pissed off. At us. Right now. If we don’t wake him up, he’s gonna be pissed off later and he’s gonna be mad at her, not us. Therefore, we should do what Wonder Girl says.”
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Beef Consommé, by @vamillepudding (https://archiveofourown.org/works/42348438)
Chapters: 2/2; 14.230 words
T, Chose Not To Use Warnings
Main Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson
Official summary:
Parenting is Bruce's thing, and Jason isn't planning on messing with that. But when Bruce fails to spot the countless red flags about Tim's home life, it falls to Jason to step up. Of course it does. Because he's literally the only one in his family who knows how to be responsible, and if Dick disagrees, he can suck it.
Why I love it:
I have a weakness for the "Dick and Jason team up and adopt Tim" trope. Also, I love Jason's voice in it. (and this fic is very funny but I feel like I'm repeating myself)
Excerpts:
“Pizza?” Tim repeats, sounding hopeful.
Jason is on the verge of telling him to go screw himself, but then he starts wondering how long Tim has been in his apartment and whether he ate dinner before he came here. Probably not. Did he eat lunch? Should Jason ask? What would Dick do?
“Fine,” he says eventually. “But I’m picking the toppings, and you can’t have dessert.”
There’s a beat.
“I didn’t want dessert,” Tim says, voice taking on a bewildered edge. “What are you talking about?”
-
It’s Wednesday evening and Jason is getting pizza. Dick’s waiting back in Jason’s apartment, because growing up with Bruce has him used to getting waited on hand and foot, and apparently he thinks Jason is his own personal servant or something. It’s oppression, is what it is.
“It’s not oppression,” Dick yells after him just before Jason closes the door, “it’s called losing a coin toss, asshole!”
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Birds on Jaybird Street, by @cynassa (https://archiveofourown.org/works/39115587)
Chapters: 4/4, 14.717 words
T, No Archive Warnings Apply
Main Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake
Official summary:
Jason is both annoyed and weirdly flattered when the replacement turns up to ask him for help. He mentally rearranges his calendar so he can be free Wednesday evening and says, “No, fuck off, I have very important business going on.”
Tim eyes his 72” TV playing Japanese wrestling more judgmentally than it really deserves.
“Important crime things,” Jason emphasizes. “Make Wingdick do it.”
Jason doesn't think much of it when Tim needs his help, or Damian moves in, or even when Dick turns up looking beat all to hell. But at some point he realizes that he might be the best option his brothers have to recover from the cycle of violence that Batman has set up, and all he can think is that things were much easier when he was the villain.
Why I love it:
In which Dick and Jason decide to adopt Tim and Damian (Jason's kind of an asshole, but a caring one).
Kind of the same reason as the previous one: love that trope, love the tone, very funny.
Excerpt:
Jason lies, "Sure, I'll take it up with Bruce "
"Sure you will, " Tim scoffs.
Jason changes his mind, and decides he will take it up with Bruce. "I don't have the time to keep being your nanny," he announces and then says, disapprovingly,
"you skateboard, why don't you have knee and elbow pads?"
"I'm Robin," Tim snaps, like he didn't put pants on the costume like a little wuss.
THANK you for giving me the opportunity to talk abt this one bc it is, if i do say so myself, funny as hell. like, i talk a bit hurt/comfort character study etc game, but i am also just a guy who deeply, DEEPLY enjoys some good old fashioned shenanigans.
SO. to set the stage: we have conner kent, good ol sweet country boy conner kent, spending a weekend in the big city to visit his buddy tim. things are going well, for the most part, until tim and conner make the mistake of going to hang out at a nice café. why?
the cafe is SO nice that it is, in fact, right next to a bank!
they are in gotham city (uh oh!).
the bank gets robbed.
sirens start blaring, the gcpd are there, the robbers burst out of the front door frantic to get to their getaway car, and oh, hell, the gcpd is right there, they need some kind of leverage to not get their tires shot out from under them--
they need a hostage!
there's a cafe patio full of civilians right there!
this guy who's jumped to his feet as if to get between all the guns and his buddy? oh sure yeah he'll do cmon grab him get him in the car lets go lets GO MOVE IT MOVE IT
FLOOR IT LETS GO KEEP A GUN TO HIS HEAD MAKE SURE THE COPS SEE WE HAVE HIM LETS GO
[!] Congratulations! Your Conner Kent is now a Civilian Hostage™! In order to protect his secret identity, he may not use any of his powers to escape. Make sure he doesn't run his mouth too much, or else getting shot will reveal that he's bulletproof!
tim, left at the cafe: what the fuck.
kon, sitting in the getaway car: what the fuck.
the bank robbers, who have no idea what they've just brought upon themselves: phew! that was quick thinking!
what follows is a progression of increasingly more ludicrous conversations as kon desperately tries to control his inability to shut the fuck up. the bank robbers start to argue.
"boss, he's just a teenager!" one argues. "he isn't even from here--look how much he's talking about his grandma. i feel bad. we don't have to keep the guns on him at all times, do we?"
"if he doesn't shut up about his grandma, shoot him in the foot," boss grouches.
"oh, please, don't do that, sir," kon wheedles, valiantly resisting the urge to ttk the duct tape off his arms so he can gesture rudely at the big boss. he does his very best big, innocent doe eyes instead. "my grandpa bought me these boots, and he passed a couple years back!"
"oh, now look what you did!" a third guy exclaims. "he's gonna talk about BOTH grandparents now!"
kon looks back and forth between the bank robbers. two out of three are glaring; the first one, the sympathetic one, tries to smile at him.
kon looks at them all some more.
tim is somewhere up in the rafters of this random gotham wharf warehouse by now, he's sure. this will all be over soon. he doesn't have to keep resisting the giggles too much longer. right?
"could i convince you guys to let me go?" he blinks so sweetly. so innocently. "shucks, i can sweeten the deal! how's this?"
he flutters his eyelashes a little. smiles so innocently.
"i'll give you my grandma's apple pie recipe--"
this is the worst day of these bank robbers' lives.
tim, in the rafters: forget the robbers. I'M gonna strangle him.
anyway, red robin swoops in to rescue Sweet Innocent Country Boy Conner Kent. of course, he can't stay long, but he makes quick work of the hostage situation.
Sweet Innocent Country Boy Conner Kent is more than happy to give a quick statement to the press outside, of course. he looks directly into the camera and gushes about how amazing it was to have red robin himself rescue him! he's so suave and mysterious and cool, and his hair smells so nice--
tim, who is the only one who knows that kon is just very smugly patting himself on the back for finally convincing him to try his fancy shampoo and conditioner set: :|
trending on gotham twitter: Red Robin Smells Like Rosewater
tim is going to kill Sweet Innocent Country Boy Conner Kent. he's gonna do it.
"i'll fucking leave you there next time," he tells kon, who is scrolling through all the tweets with glee. "see if i come rescue you ever again. i'll let the assholes with guns keep you."
"sure you will, rob," kon agrees oh-so-sweetly. tim is going to throw things at him. kon is so smug. god dammit.
but hey, at least he makes tim some apple pie afterwards.
Relationships: Gen (Bruce Wayne & Jason Todd & Dick Grayson & A Ghost (OC), Minor/Background Ships)
Year: 2026
Rating: Teen
Warnings: None
Summary:
Bruce, predictably, is saying nothing. It’s a very productive nothing, that is saying quite a lot, quite loudly.
“Go make that face somewhere else,” Dick tells him. “It’s not helpful.”
“I’m not making a face,” Bruce says, lying baldly.
“You are making a face,” Jason tells Bruce.
“It’s not my fault there’s a ghost,” Dick says, arms crossed over his chest like he wants to pout but knows he’s too old for it.
“I know,” Bruce tells Dick.
“So stop making a face at me about the ghost!”
“I’m right here,” the ghost says.
Submitted by jason (@doingthewritethings)
Submitter's comment:
everything DCR does is good but this had me cry laughing. please just go into this blind you will have such a good time.
The sound of the brush against the boot consumes the next couple of minutes, hypnotic. Dick finds he's leaned in, far closer than he'd meant to. He sighs, sits back deliberately- he's not that into Midnighter. This isn't even something he's into in the first place. He's bored. This isn't a come on. The leather's started to shine like glass. He's losing the plot of this whole thing again, staring at the shoe, at Midnighter's hands working it over. He wonders what that brush would feel like against his face, what it would feel like if Midnighter decided to work him over like that instead, to focus all of his attention on him. Midnighter holds it out for him to inspect, the movement breezing the smell of leather over his face.
"Gorgeous," Dick says, finding he really means it. Midnighter grins at him, expression going lecherous and intent. Maybe Dick's is coming on to him, somehow. He keeps his eye roll at himself internal. This would hardly be the weirdest thing he's done in his life.
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DAILY REPORT: Had sex with the Midnighter on an impromptu side mission collecting dangerous technology. Got belted. Strengthened ally bond. Did not receive any new information as a result of intercourse.
Submitted by W
Submitter's comment:
a dysfunctional (but hot!) hookup of Spyral-arc Dick with Midnighter, plus a side of leather kink <3 I love how Dick is characterized in this fic, it’s so fun. he’s bratty and witty and insatiably talkative (partly just to be annoying), and underneath it all you can tell he is mentally Not Doing Well but he’s also still a performer at heart so please ignore that!! and Midnighter is extremely hot and very funny. it’s great.
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Voting ended onMay 13, 2025
Authour: @deadchannelradio
Subfandom: Batman, Midnighter
Media: All Media Types
Relationships: Gen (Midnighter & Cass Cain, Barbara Gordon & Cass Cain & Dick Grayson, Midnighter & Dick Grayson)
Year: 2024
Summary:
Cass:
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dick. midnighter says to tell you he is allergic to me 👍
Most people are allergic to having their ass beat yeah
Submitted by @kiragecko
This is a perfect Babs. And Babs & Cass. SO GOOD! Midnighter is just annoying enough that I always like him getting beat up, so that was fun. Cass makes art. It's funny, but not zany. A grounded funny. Just a joy to read.
