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[cdelphiki]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“No hurting each other,” Jason said, but he leaned back again, ready to ignore them for a while longer.

“Pain is—“ Damian started, but Jason wasn’t hearing it. 

“No hurting each other,” he boomed, sitting back up to give Damian a severe look, “I mean it. Not even a scratch.”

“Fine,” Damian snapped back, scowling as he did, “her training will be inadequate then.”

Jason looked over at Mara as he sat back, and saw her still sitting there, seething, anger just etched right into her face. He rolled his eyes and then shut them, begging his brain to just put him straight to sleep. Ignore everything and everyone.

But he couldn’t.

He couldn’t, because Mara’s seething was way too damn loud. Her stewing and her brooding and her pouting over who even knew what. 

Well, okay. Jason knew what. Her not being in the league anymore and having to follow him all over the world. But this was better and she knew it.

Or would. Eventually. So she should get over it.

After several more minutes of trying in vain to ignore her, Jason sighed loudly and sat back up. He grabbed his backpack and started digging through it. Mara glanced his way, but quickly looked away again when Jason caught her eye.

“Want to play a game,” Jason asked, once he found what he’d been looking for in the back. He pulled one of the decks out and held it up for Mara to see.

“What?” she asked, furrowing her brow, but not looking over at him.

“A game,” he repeated. He opened the deck and fanned the cards out, before scowling at the card right on top. Fuck that card, why do manufacturers even include it anymore? He snatched the joker card out and tore it into tiny pieces before shoving it into a pocket in his backpack. He would burn that if he got the chance.

He really hoped he got the chance.

Mara looked at him with a bewildered expression, but then shook her head as if to clear a thought and asked, “What kind of game?”

[brokenhearted-queen]

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Alfred was always worried about his family. This should not come as a surprise to anyone. After all, his family decided the best thing to do for the city was to dress up in silly costumes and fight crime. Instead of investing their time and money in charity work like any sane person would.

He knew that convincing Bruce to stop was impossible, after all his boy was too stubborn, but now the children were involved. That brought a whole different kind of worry. Alfred could not stop them either, no matter how hard he tried or the heartbreak he faced.

The main worry Alfred had was not the people who were out on patrol, but the youngest member of the family. Alfred might be getting older in age, but he was not blind.

He could see that Damian was not well. Damian rarely ate, and when he did eat, it was very small portions.

Alfred could see how Damian had changed over the last few months. It troubled him greatly. Damian was never a bright carefree child like Richard had been, but he was kind and would search for his company. Recently, however, it was a miracle if Alfred saw him around. No longer playing chess with him nor joining for a cup of tea. Even the shrubbery was left intact, and for once Alfred missed seeing him train in the yard.

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[brokenhearted-queen]

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Damian could hear the sound of people fighting. Everyone was yelling, which made Damian's headache worse. He wanted to tell them to stop, but at that moment he was having a hard time opening his eyes. Damian could not help but wonder why everyone was screaming. It must still be early if he was still asleep.

“You should’ve woken us up!” A deep voice continued to argued.

Damian grumbled a bit as he tried to continue to speak. The screaming voice wanted to be woken up, but he didn’t. Exhaustion and pain were the only thing Damian could feel. The people who were fighting did not help either of these.

“He didn’t want you to be up!” Another voice yelled back.

He did not want to wake up, but Damian thought the voices did not give him any other choice. Slowly he opened his eyes and attempted to sit up. A wave of nausea and dizziness hit Damian as soon as he was upright. Damian thought he was going to fall, when he felt strong arms steady him.

“Wow, Dami, take your time,” the deep voice said.

[sailorheichou]

Chapters: 16/? Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Levi/Eren Yeager, Past Thomas/Eren, Light Erwin/Eren, light Reiner/Eren Characters: Eren Yeager, Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin), Erwin Smith, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Hange Zoë, Mikasa Ackerman, Grisha Yeager, Kalura Yeager, Thomas Wagner, basically everyone, Marco Bott, Reiner Braun, Bertolt Hoover, Annie Leonhart, Krista Lenz | Historia Reiss, Ymir (Shingeki no Kyojin), Sasha Blouse, Connie Springer, Petra Ral, Mike Zacharias, Oluo Bozado, Rico Brzenska (mentioned), Nile Dok Additional Tags: Slow Build, Titan-Haired Eren Yeager, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Fashion & Models, Eren works at a Fashion Magazine, Levi is his Boss, Office Blow Jobs, Rated for Levi's language and other things, Eren Yeager Has Heterochromia Iridum, Eren wears glasses, Levi is kind of a douche, Playboy!Levi, Nerdy!Eren, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, assistant!Eren, Boss!Levi, Levi has Heterochromia Iridum, everyone wants a piece of the Jaeger booty, Angst and Humor, Sexual Tension, Frottage, Smut, Anal Sex, Face-Fucking, Rough Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Glasses kink, Office Sex, Desk Sex, Minor Drug Use, Past Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Levi's got some issues, Slut Shaming, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Angst Summary:

Eren Jaeger is sharp, determined and hard working but doesn't consider himself beautiful or good looking in the least. When he lands his dream job, working at Survey Corp Publications as the Executive Assistant to a high-end Fashion magazine's Editor-in-Chief, his life is turned Topsy-Turvy. All he wants to do is work hard to become an Editor, but his boss Levi seems keen on making his life a living hell.

Levi is a notorious playboy who gets what he wants both in and out of the bedroom. As Editer-in-Chief of New York's best selling high-end Fashion Magazine, Levi is forced to work with an overly determined, hot-headed brat with a rat's nest for hair and the most incredible eyes he's ever seen and it's all because of Erwin Smith.

[buckupbuckley]

"Batman and...Castiel?" Chapter Six: You can be my Robin

Dean and Castiel finished lunch with only a little trouble from Zach. Balthazar was able to distract the four year old long enough for Dean and his new friend to escape to the book corner. (Castiel told Dean that Zach was scared of the book corner. But to be truthful, Dean didn't like it either.)

Castiel was attempting to get Dean to look at the book in his hands, but the green eyed toddler was watching Garth and Kevin 'battle' each other.

Dean's line of vision was blocked by Chicka Chicka Boom Boom and he batted it away. He looked to his new friend who had a pout on his lips. "What?"

"It's a funny book," Castiel mumbled, turning his sad blue eyes on Dean.

"I know. My mom reads it to me a lot." Dean kinda felt bad about hurting Castiel's feelings, but he had a better idea for them of what to do. "But don't you wanna go and play with them instead?" He pointed to Garth who had just defeated Kevin.

"But I don't know what they're playing." Castiel cautiously put the books back in their places as if he'd been doing that his whole life.

"They're playing Batman."

Castiel scrunched his eyebrows together. "What sort of game is that?"

Dean's mouth dropped. "You don't know who Batman is?!" He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He thought that everyone knew who Batman was. Dean immediately figured that Castiel lived under a rock.

He grabbed his friend's hand, dragging him over to where Kevin was reaching for the Batman mask.

"No!" Dean cried, lunging for the costume piece. He snatched it just before Kevin got his sticky peanut butter hands on the mask. "Mine. I'm Batman."

Kevin huffed his frustration, giving in. He wasn't about to fight with Dean anyways. "Robin?" he asked, eyeing the red vest with the yellow 'R' on it.

"No." Dean grabbed the vest and the yellow cape as well. "You can be Alfred."

"No." Kevin instead grabbed a green wig and plopped it on his head. "Joker!"

"Me?" Garth jumped up from where he was struggling to put a purple coat on, asking how he looked.

Dean gave him a thumbs up before digging through the costume chest to find a cane. "There you go, Penguin."

Garth grinned before swinging the cane around like the mad man he was portraying, narrowly missing Kevin's head.

Dean turned towards Castiel and held the vest and cape out. "You can be my Robin."

His blue eyed friend just stared at the pieces of clothing. "But I'm not a bird."

Dean rolled his eyes, tossing the clothes at Castiel. "I'm Batman and you're Robin. You're my partner." Dean placed the mask over his face before turning back to the costume trunk to find the cape he had been playing with earlier. Once he'd located it and put it around his shoulders, he looked back to Castiel who had put the vest on backwards and was struggling to put the cape around his waist.

"Cas, no." Dean fixed his friend's costume, completing it with Robin's mask. He stepped back smiling. "Awesome."

The sound of girls squealing snapped Dean out of his satisfaction. He glanced over his shoulder to see Garth and Kevin attacking Sarah and Lisa who were playing with Barbies.

"Look, Robin! Girls to save! Let's go!"