#giowrites

[inkedwingss]

[omggiogiothings]

Fem!Robins AU

Hi, welcome to the AU I affectionately refer to as batdad raises girls. Idk about the names I've given them, they might change. I also have some art on how they look in this AU to me. Also idk how to make readmore work on tumblr mobile app so if anyones knows, pls let me know,,,

The only one's genderbent are the Robin's (which I guess means Steph is too? Idk yet haven't thought of it)

Enjoy this little thing.

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Bruce knew that if Tem was even a bit more coherent she'd have worn a turtle neck when waking up instead of the large baggy shirt that slips to her thighs. To make matters worse, he knew exactly who the shirt belonged to.

But she wasn't coherent and the large purpling hickey glares at him while she pours a cup of coffee with blurry eyes.

The large superman symbol from her shirt mocks him over her tiny form.

It's not that he doesn't trust his girls, because he does, even with his life. But he's always filled with hot protective rage whenever one of them has some sort of marking. It's the same rage he felt whenever Dixie came by with a hickey just barely hidden or hearing her giggles over a line that should have been private.

Hell, he remembers it when Janna had been fifteen, coming out of a closet with tousled hair and a boy with red painted lips.

Because while all of his girls have grown into beautiful women, he still sees his little girls.

He sees Tem, in his large jacket asleep by him in the car after a long day. He sees Janna, curled up under a blanket while waiting up for him to be tucked in. He even sees Dixie, wrapped in his arm and face on his shoulder as she slept.

In his mind, they're still children and he does not want to think about his girls growing up and having sex.

Tem seems to miss his dilemma entirely, giving him a peck on the cheek before she slinks out of the room.

He stares after her, newspaper long forgotten while Alfred refills his cup of coffee.

He's silently glad none of the others are up yet. Tem was only up because she had a meeting in an hour to get ready for.

Bruce must make a garbled noise as he rests his face in his hands. Because it was Tem. Tem just turned eighteen. She shouldn't even be thinking about sex!

"Well." Alfred says, sounding far too amused for his liking. "I must say, I was not expecting Mistress Tem to be the first to receive the talk from you."

Bruce looks up, almost startled because that hadn't even crossed his mind.

Dixie hadn't needed it as she learned in Gotham academy. Bruce had a hard enough time with her teenage years; he had handed it over to the school as quick as he could. So far it hasn't steered them wrong as no accidental babies were popping up.

Janna, well, she had passed before that year in school and he hopes wherever she was had given her that education cause she would not want to hear it from him.

Danielle was still painfully young to even consider (but she's getting older, a voice tells him. The other says Dixie would give her the talk when she needed it).

He hadn't even considered ever telling his girls about sex. He knew Alfred gave him those looks when he avoided it (cause he never wanted to imagine his girls with someone else that way) but the painfully obvious mark on Tem couldn't get out of his mind.

He almost groans again but keeps most of his dignity. "I'll do it soon."

"I don't know what you expected, sir. You knew this would happen. You've adopted a whole brood of females and have had them all under one roof at least once."

"They're my girls." He mutters, flapping out his newspaper. "If it was up to me they wouldn't date till they were thirty."

Dixie chooses that moment to come in, hair pulled up and her button up shirt short a few buttons and revealing a generous amount of her chest and her bra. She kisses his cheek, leaving one on Alfred to make a cup of coffee and spilling her cheery greetings.

At least here he can share a look with Alfred. The mark just on her collarbone covered with foundation spoke wonders of their predicament.

"Well, can't say I don't feel the same sentiment. I'd push the age up to fifty though." Alfred goes to serve his eldest while Bruce bites back a snort but can't help the smile that tilts his lips slightly.

[inkedwingss]

[omggiogiothings]

Just something I'm thinking about.

Obligatory Marvel x DC crossover while I'm on a roll : ) do I know story and characters well? Probably not.

Tim and Dick are stuck in Marvel world.

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When Peter got to the supposed disturbance, he wasn't expecting to see a teenager crouched by one of the electrical panels of Avengers Tower. He hung for a second, startled at the hunched figure. He had dark hair, a hoodie on with a yellow belt with far too many pouches then kids these days wore it with. But what surprised him the most was the mask over his eyes. It felt like one of those flimsy ones that they sold at the dollar store but instead of seeing his eyes, the lenses were white.

He turned his head, looking at Peter before turning back to where he had a gauntlet on under his jacket sleeve and typing at what looked like a hologram screen.

"Hey buddy, what're you doing?" It seemed like a simple enough question. He was known to try and chat with his possible enemy's before a fight broke out. Peter thinks that makes him endearing. Tony said it was quirky.

"Recon." The teenager said, considering and going back to typing on the holographic screen. "Nice suit."

"Thanks." And really, it felt genuine. People rarely complimented his suit if they were going to fight him. "I didn't design it, but the concept was mine."

"Sweet." The teenager said, frowning at his screen before standing up. The gauntlet disconnected and he stood at his full height which was thankfully about the same as Peter's.

"Are we gonna fight? Cause like, I have curfew at ten and still got homework to do." Peter asked, feeling like it would be courteous to ask.

The teen cocked his head slightly in consideration. "Is it, like a choice?"

"Yeah?" Peter said, just as confused. "I mean, I probably gotta ask exactly what you were doing cause Karen told me Jarvis had a security alert and I was like, right around the corner."

"Karen?"

"Oh, the AI in my suit. She hooks up to the Avengers tower."

"That's so cool." The teen sighed, rocking on his heels before he frowned. "Avengers, superheroes right? Are you one of them?"

"Eh?" He wobbled his hand a bit. "I kinda prefer being the friendly neighborhood Spiderman. Keeps me in my city."

"Respectable." The teen pulled up his gauntlet again, frowning at the screen that Peter couldn't read. "I'd prefer not to fight. I don't have any issue with you. You seem cool."

"Thanks man. You know usually bad guys don't appreciate a good conversation."

The kids lips tilted into a wry grin, head turned a little like he was listening to something. Something sunk in Peter's stomach at that. He knew that tilt, had seen everyone do it at least once when they had a communication device in their ear.

"Oh man. You aren't working alone, are you?"

The teen at least looked apologetic. "I'm not. Sorry."

Peter groaned. "And this was a distraction wasn't it?"

"I really do think you're cool though." The teen assured but then shrugged, splaying his hands out. "I promise I'm not a bad guy."

Of course he meets a cool bad guy that he vibed with. It was always so hard to get good conversationalists with his job. But just as he raises a hand to wrap the teen up the teen has sprung something into the ground, encasing the area around them in smoke.

While he darts forward, shooting blindly he hears from behind him.

"I really am sorry! Let's talk again sometime!"

When the smoke clears, the teen is gone and Peter is standing there alone. He hadn't even felt a single spidey sense throughout the whole encounter.

He groans to himself ready to run out and find him. He can hear Tony's lecture already.

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[omggiogiothings]

"Oh," Red Hood had whispered, sounding like he was speaking through broken glass. "You deserve better than me, Dick Grayson."

[omggiogiothings]

So, I have been writing and thought I'd share. It hasn't been about VLD, since I've gone to something that will be self indulgence. It's a story for me. That's how I've been handling things lately but I do feel good about it. It's Zelda. Specifically the Linked Universe. Your girl is a weak fuck. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[omggiogiothings]

Its a chasm of emotion, feeling too deep for one person to hold. Sometimes it lessens, simmers into a dull ache that you can ignore. You fill up your days with plans, people, ideas, all to cover up the aching valley in your chest.

Sometimes it roars to life, grabbing hold and squeezing until you can't breathe. It catches you unaware, when you're settling for the night and the undeniable truth begins creeping into the edges of your mind.

There's something missing, something you've tried to shove into the hole in your chest. But none of the pieces fit; the world is already moving around you, not letting you breathe in the small shards you find.

And you breathe, and breathe, because what else can you do but breathe.

I miss you, you whisper, I love you.

But no one answers.

[lzlabseesu]

The ones who deserve it most can convince you they don't.

That is very true, more often than not, but because of so many unhappy endings, we cling harder to the tales and that's okay, at least it gives us hope.