Dick Grayson, who lives breathes and dies, gun to his head, he is not snitching anyone out to Bruce.
He might lie, the joy deep in his soul, watching Jay panic terrified that Dick is gonna go running to Bruce.
But Damian and Tim they know.
Damian is hiding a raccoon, Dick slipping him a new book titled ownership of a wild raccoon.
Tim, who secret Batmobile purchase has been done multiple times and Dick who is forging Batman's signature on each one.
Dick will pick anyone side over Bruce's when it comes to stupid shit, he gets the reputation for agreeing with Bruce only when it comes to everyone's safety.
He's not helping Tim hide a bullet wound, he will cover for his drunk little brother though.
Damian cannot pretend he didn't break his arm, that decapitated head though, is currently being buried by Slade Wilson.
Jason and Duke wanna steal a car and go 400 miles down a freeway sure, he's more than aware they aren't gonna crash, Duke wants to hide a broken rib no way in hell.
Dick Grayson will always be the OG eldest problem child and each gray hair that appears on Bruce Wayne's head fuels that megawatt smile.
Lost Days Jason, moping about when he sees that Bruce has a new Robin and Absolutely Convinced that the Bats hate him and wouldn't spit on his burning corpse.
Talia is more than happy to shelter her Beloved's son as her own, but she's gotten thoroughly sick of his whining. Besides, this problem has a simple solution. All she has to do is show Jason that his family does still love him.
Batman is too well-connected to capture, Jason has no fond feelings towards the new boy in the Robin suit, and Talia values her life far too much to dare go after the butler, but it just so happens that there's a vigilante the next city over, all by his lonesome and oh-so-easy to abduct.
Dick isn't willing at first to believe that Jason's alive, but Talia keeps showing him footage of Jason in the fighting pits and his disbelief turns to horror. He tells Talia to let him go, threatens to rain down the combined fury of the Justice League and the Titans, and finally resorts to begging, on his knees and sobbing.
Talia: what would you give me to let him go free?
Dick: anything.
Jason finds out this is happening partway through and bursts in, intending to confront Talia but gets waylaid by his crying older brother. Jason has to settle for glaring at Talia over his older brother's protective grasp. Talia merely settles back in her seat, smug.
(Dick convinces Jason to come back with him to Gotham, where Jason manages to win a small victory by informing Bruce that he has some missing DNA running around the League.)
((Dick and Talia end up having standing tea dates where they can keep each other informed about what the others are up to.))
Summary: Jason is at the manor when baby Damian first arrives. Now, with Bruce off on a business trip, and Alfred family, he and Dick must ban together to babysit their new little brother. Baby!Damian AU.
Reader’s Comments: The sheer amount of panic that they face is hilarious. Jason did not sign up to get a baby dropped in his arms and be unable to reach Bruce. Too bad that he is not going to let Dick escape his suffering.
For my @badthingshappenbingo prompt take me instead.
Fandom: Batman
Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, and OC
Rating: M
Warnings: Past rape/non-con, rape/non-con elements, Tim Drake has bad parents (they are the worst)
Lots of protective Jason, Cass and Dick
Summary: "That is what I was trying to protect you from Damian." Tim's voice was hollow. "You talk about your birthright as Bruce's blood son, that you want everything you deem yours handed to you on a silver platter without knowing that there is a price you are going to pay. Do you know how many there are who would love to have the Crown Prince of Gotham's blood son in their power? Forced to do whatever they want to seal the deal? They are the monster waiting in the shadows knowing their money and power will protect them. I was trying to protect you, Damian.
"To protect Damian Tim gives himself to a monster of his past.
Word Count: 2,901
You can also read it on AO3
"Enough is enough. Today is the day that I take my birthright back from Drake." Damian had waited long enough for his father to dismiss the unwanted one, he had already been removed as Robin as one of them now it was time to remove him from his position as CEO - it was his birthright and that Drake was still in his place filled Damian with rage - and once and for all show Drake he wasn't wanted nor needed and it was time for him to move on, far away from them.
Damian had overheard a conversation between Drake and Tam before Drake discovered and destroyed the bugs Damian had planted in the CEO's office the last time he had been there reminding Drake that he was nothing but a temporary replacement until father took back what was his or passed it onto him as it is his birthright.
Tam had brought up the owner of a company that they needed to work with but the CEO was holding out until Tim agreed to a private meeting with him.
"We can't keep putting this meeting off. The board members are beginning to ask questions as to why you don't want to meet with Aiden Tyler."
"I know. His company is doing some good but Aiden Tyler is an ass."
"Tim!"
"I'm sorry but I have dealt with that man in the past and he is a real scumbag and if we didn't need his product I would tell him to go to hell. Call and see if you can make an appointment with him sometime next week."
Damian knew that was his chance to prove he was worthy to take over now, despite his age.
+******+
Aiden Tyler quickly agreed to meet with Damian and the youngest Wayne couldn't help but preen with pride.
"That will show Drake." He will secure the deal and prove once again how worthless Drake is then maybe they could finally be rid of him.
Dressed in his finest of suits Damian arrived at the five-star restaurant where he walked in and owned the place like the Prince he is. "I am meeting Aiden Tyler, take me to him." He demanded.
The host quickly did as ordered and Damian couldn't help but smirk the man knew not to mess with a Wayne.
Led to a booth in the back a handsome man with deep brown hair with streaks of silver the man was fit for nearing his fifties. Dark eyes met his and Damian refused to shiver as they roamed over him with something in them that made him uncomfortable.
"Mr. Tyler, I am Damian Wayne, I am thankful that you could work me into your schedule." Damian greeted him.
Aiden's lips curled up into a smile, "Please call me Aiden and when it comes to Wayne Enterprise I am always willing to make room. I'm sure that we can work out a partnership that is agreeable to both parties."
There was something about the way the man spoke that reminded Damian of a predator stalking its prey. 'Well, Mister Tyler you will learn that Damian Wayne-Al Ghul is no one's prey.' "I hope that as well."
"Well isn't this nice but if you want to do business with Wayne Enterprise you need to talk to me."
"What are you doing here Drake?" Damian hissed out, he couldn't believe that Drake had the nerve to show up here and ruin his chance to prove to his father he was ready.
Thankful for all the train Bruce had given them Tim was able to hide his feelings behind a cool mask as he was forced to face someone he hoped he would never see again unless it was behind jail bars. "I am doing my job, Damian. Now, why don't you run along and leave this to the grown-ups." Tim ordered not suggested.
Damian bristled much like Alfred the cat and he looked ready to spew his usual vile insults towards Tim but right now he didn't care, he needed Damian far away and somewhere safe.
"If you leave now I will not inform Bruce of you trying to endanger Wayne Enterprise's." Tim held up a hand as Damian went to speak, "As you would know because of your age any agreement you reached with Mister Tyler would not be binding. So in order for this partnership to be legal, it is me that must make the deals. Now head home Damian." Tim ordered.
A low growl escaped Damian he hated to admit that Drake had a point, after all, he was not of age to make any partnership legal which is why he had planned on creating the agreement than bringing his father in to show him he was capable. Now he couldn't for that surely end with his father agreeing with Drake. "This is far from over," Damian warned before storming out.
"Such a shame, I was looking forward to seeing what young Mister Wayne had to offer me." Aiden's voice was like nails on a chalk board and all Tim wanted to do was run far away but it was too late for if he did nothing the man would go after Damian again.
'You can do this Tim. You have faced the likes of the Joker and Ra. You can face him.' Tim repeated to himself as he forced the smile back on his face, "I'm sorry but you will have to settle with me."
Aiden's smile turned wicked, "We both know that I won't be settling for you, Tim. Come sit, let us catch up before we get down to business."
Having little choice Tim slipped into the booth.
Tim could feel the vile beginning to build up in the back of his throat as Aiden's hand slid up his thigh. He did his best not to shudder as unwanted memories flooded his mind.
Moving closer Aiden removed any space between the two of them, "I still hope that you cry as pretty as you use to do." Aiden whispered in Tim's ear. "I am going to have so much fun breaking you all over again. It was so sweet of you to offer to take your little brother's place."
Tim wondered if it was wrong that he wished for an Arkham outbreak at that very moment. "As long as you leave Damian alone you can have me instead."
"Agreed." Never had such a word sent pure terror flowing through Tim's body.
+******+
"Father! I demand that you talk to Drake!" Damian growled as he slammed the door to the manor open.
Bruce could feel a headache building, he wished that his two youngest sons could get along. "What now?"
"I had a meeting with Aiden Tyler, one that Drake has been putting off for a month, since he wasn't in a hurry to seal the deal I took it onto myself to see it through."
Cass appeared out of nowhere, her expression hard, "Did you leave Tim with him?" She shocked everyone with her growl.
Damian blinked at Cassandra, taken back by the rage burning in her eyes. "Yes."
Horror filled Cass' eyes before she was moving. Bouncing to his feet Dick followed after his sister, "Cass, what is going on?"
"Tyler hurt little brother in past and is hurting him now." Was all that Cass offered before she was gone, leaving their very confused family behind.
"Yeah, that doesn't sound too good, someone gets Babs on the line and have her find out everything she can about this Aiden Tyler," Jason suggested. Something was bugging him, he had heard that name before and the fact that it made him want to reach for his guns wasn't a good sign.
Worry shone in Dick's blue eyes, "Do you think Timmy might be in danger?" His and Tim's relationship hadn't been the same since he didn't believe Tim that Bruce was alive and caused him to lose his standing in the hero community, he kept meaning to fix it but he kept pushing it off and now his baby brother might be in trouble and he might turn away his offer of comfort.
"I do," Jason growled out.
+******+
At Alfred's suggestion, they had moved down to the cave to do a background check on Aiden Tyler and discovering that Tyler Holdings had a history of deals with Jack and Janet Drake made Jason even more on edge.
He stepped over the edge when Cass returned a protective and murderous aura pouring off of her and a long line of hickies on Tim's neck arrived. Cass was curled around Tim, looking like a mama bear ready to take down anyone who proved a threat to her cub, her sharp glare had everyone on edge.
A gasp of horror escaped Dick, "Timmy."
Jason knew what those marks meant, he had worn his own when he was living on the streets.
Bruce looked like he was going to be sick, his parents and then Alfred had shielded him from the lengths some would go to get more money.
Though Damian had been raised as an Al Ghul his mother had made sure he would never have to lower himself to serve others so he had no clue as to what powder keg he was about to set off. "What is the meaning of this Drake? You were supposed to be sealing a deal not lowering yourself to be a common whore." Damian snarled at Tim.
"Damian! Enough!"
Shock filled Damian's face as he found himself taking a step back at the anger in Dick's voice, his Batman had never spoken to him like that and he didn't know why Richard chose know to speak up. "Why are you defending him now Richard? I am only speaking the truth as I have before, Drake has proven himself to be nothing but a whore unfit to wear the Wayne name."
"I'm only the whore to spare you from becoming one." Tim's voice was soft but it echoed through the cave.
Damian could only blink at Drake before scoffing at him, "I would never lower myself as something so disgraceful. You make no sense."
The fire burned in Tim's dull eyes, "There was a reason that I kept putting off meeting with Tyler. I was waiting until I was sure that Bruce, Dick or Jason could be there with me. The bastard wouldn't try anything with one of them there. He just likes them young and pretty."
"What are you saying, Timmy?" Dick didn't know if he wanted to know the answer.
"You think that this is the first time that I had to give myself over for a business deal?" The laugh that escaped Tim was bitter. "I have been doing this for years. I was a prize that my parents dangled before anyone they could. Now that I am CEO of Wayne Enterprise I am an even bigger prize."
Jason's eyes were glowing green as he realized what his baby bird was saying.
Dick looked like he was going to murder someone.
Bruce looked horrified.
And Damian... Damian looked baffled.
"That is what I was trying to protect you from Damian." Tim's voice was hollow. "You talk about your birthright as Bruce's blood son, that you want everything you deem yours handed to you on a silver platter without knowing that there is a price you are going to pay. Do you know how many there are who would love to have the Crown Prince of Gotham's blood son in their power? Forced to do whatever they want to seal the deal? They are the monster waiting in the shadows knowing their money and power will protect them. I was trying to protect you, Damian."
To no one's surprise, Jason took a protective stance in front of Tim, there were few things he hated more than child rapist, the main one being the Joker, and to hear that his little brother had been forced to entertain monsters like that had him tasting the pit in the back of his mouth and he wanted nothing more than to hunt all those bastards down but that would come later right now all that matters is Tim. "Cass, take Tim upstairs and call those friends of his. He needs to be with people who will love and support him."
It was telling how awful that Tim was feeling as he didn't put up any protest as he allowed Cass to lead him out of the cave, he stopped only once to look at Damian, "You might not believe this but I do love you Damian and there was no way that I was going to let my little brother be forced to do something like that, not if I could protect him in ways that no one protected me."
Bruce collapsed into the chair as he buried his face in his hands. Dick would have offered him comfort but his legs gave out beneath him.
A dangerous growl escaped Jason as he flew a fist at the punching bag, he didn't care what Bruce said tonight he was going hunting.
"I didn't know." A shaken Damian whispered, he thought that Drake hated him just like he hates him but to know what Drake protected him from made his world spin. His mother had drilled into him that Timothy Drake was his enemy and the only way to take his place in his father's family was to get rid of him. "This makes no sense. Why would Drake do that for me?"
"Because you are his little brother and he was trying to keep you safe," Dick answered him with a sad smile on his face. Tim had protected Damian but they failed in keeping him safe. "There has to be a way to fix this." Dick just didn't know how to start.
A strong hand landed on his shoulder lifting his head Dick found himself staring into Bruce's grim face, "We messed up B."
"I know." Bruce felt guilt building up in him, he is Tim's father it is his duty to keep him safe. "All we can do is be there for him. Jason is right though Tim needs his friends here. We need to show him that we love him and are here for him."
No one noticed when Jason slipped away from them he had a monster to hunt.
+*****+
Kitchen
Jason stalked towards the door with purpose in his step.
"Master Jason."
Halting in mid-step Jason clenched his fists at his sides, "I cherish you Alfred but not even you can stop me from doing this." Jason warned.
"I don't intend to Master Jason," That had Jason whirling around to look at Alfred, the man looked calm but Jason could see the storm brewing in his eyes, "I would just like to inform you that Aiden Tyler will be attending a party tonight and from his habits, he will not arrive at home until around 2 am, which at such time the Sirens have promised to keep the rest of the Bats busy," Alfred informed Jason. No one hurt one of his grandchildren.
A wicked grin appeared on Jason's face, "This is why you are the best Alfred."
"Indeed. Now I need to prepare snacks for Master Tim's guests. Do be sure to return tonight and I shall have your favourite cookies waiting for you." Alfred gave Jason a soft smile.
"You rule Alfred." Jason would come back for Alfred and look after Tim.
+*****+
With Tim curled up in a puppy pile with Bart, Connor, Cassie and Cass watching Star Wars. The Sirens leading Batman, Nightwing and Robin on a chase throughout Gotham the Red Hood was free to deal with business.
Aiden was riding a high he had sealed a deal with Wayne Enterprise that was sure to make him an even wealthier man and his favourite toy returned to him. Nothing could bring him down.
That was until he felt the cold metal of the barrel of the gun pressed against his forehead. A red helmet followed and Aiden felt a sense of fear.
The Red Hood was in his home.
"Whoever sent you I am sure that I can pay you double what they offered you."
"I am a Crime Lord I don't need your money and no one sent me. See I have issues with people like you who target children and think because you have the money and power that you are above the law. But you aren't above me. I am here to ensure that no other child is gifted to you."
Aiden had been so focused on the gun at his head he never noticed the second one aimed at his groin until it was too late.
Beneath his helmet, Jason grinned as Aiden screamed in pain on the floor, blood pooling around him.
+*****+
"Is he dealt with?" Dick asked.
Jason grinned at his older brother, "He will never hurt baby bird again."
While Dick wished he had been the one to deal with that bastard he needed to keep Bruce busy, still that didn't mean he wouldn't ruin him in other ways. Someone had sent Clark a copy of everything Babs had dug up on Aiden. He would see that monster ruined, without money and his power stripped from him, until he was as helpless as he made Tim feel.
So I’m writing Batman now and it’s completely @elloryia‘s fault. This is my first work in this fandom and I haven’t read any of the comics, so please don’t judge me too harshly.
Prompt provided by Ell: Villains think that Nightwing is the nice one. They’ve never seen him when his baby brothers are in mortal danger.
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Dick Grayson Nightwing was on a mission. He’d never been so high strung and angry during an operation. Bruce wanted to him wait, to gather intel while he was on his way back to Gotham, but Dick was done waiting.
Black Mask had Jason and Tim, his baby brothers, imprisoned and knowing what a sick fuck Sionis was, Dick isn’t sitting around waiting for an invitation. He wasn’t going to let them die again.
Nightwing slipped into the warehouse easily sticking to the shadows, glad that he wasn’t wearing the bright Robin colours anymore. Stealthily he took out the guards as he came across them using his escrima sticks with brutal accuracy so they would stay unconscious for a while.
Dick was done playing nice. No one hurt his brothers and got away with it.
Finally, he came across Black Mask in the middle of the warehouse giving some longwinded villainesque speech. By God, these people just loved to hear themselves talk.
Jason and Tim were hanging with their arms stretched on chains dangling down from on of the horizontal beams. They looked like they had to endure a beating or two, but both of them were thankfully awake and not on the the verge of dying or losing consciousness.
Two more guards were with them. Dick scaled across the beams over the top of their heads. He dropped down behind one of them already knocking the goon out when the other guy and Sionis finally noticed him.
He threw one of his sticks to disarm the other guard moving in close to swing the other one against the guy’s windpipe. He went down with a weak gurgle. Both sticks now in his hands again, Dick turned to Black Mask.
The villain had a manic grin on his face. “Ah, Nightwing, so nice of you to join us, but we were expecting Batman. After all, his little sidekicks are so precious to him.” To everyone else, Sionis sounded cordial like someone had just invited themselves to his backyard tea party. Dick wasn’t fooled. He could see the knife Sionis was trying to hide behind his hand.
“Batman is out of town.” Not a complete lie, but not the truth either. “He has bigger things to fry right now than a small time crook like you.” That was a lie, but it got the man riled up. His face contorted into a grimace of rage before smiling like a loon.
Dick knew that Black Mask was unstable, but this was something else. “Very well if that is how you want to play, Nightwing. Look, everyone! Look who decided to visit us!” Sionis screamed the last part and the sound echoed through the empty space.
Seconds passed in absolute silence. Nothing happened.
Dick’s lips stretched into a very dark smile. He had managed to get them all. “No one is going to come.” For the first time, Sionis looked somewhat nervous. He pulled out a gun aiming it at Jason. Big mistake.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Jason’s voice was distorted through the helmet, but Dick was still glad to hear it. He threw his stick managing to disarm Sionis with it. The gun flew through the air and Dick caught it aiming it instantly at the villain.
The man scrambled backwards now brandishing his knife. Nightwing stepped forward to stand between his brothers and the psychopath, the gun still aimed. Black Mask scoffed trying to keep his composure. “The Batman doesn’t use guns.”
Dick half-shrugged keeping the gun steadily aimed. He fired one shot that missed the man by inches. “You shouldn’t forget, Roman, I am not Batman. You better think twice before trying to hurt my baby brothers again because I won’t miss next time.”
Overdrive - Chapter 1 - Ladtheove - Batman - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
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Hi, so I thought it would be nice to share my first Batman fic here too, since I'm planning on retaking its writing after I finish with the Whumptober spree.
Wondering about writing and illustrating my chapters from now on, see how that works, since I have never mixed my two main talents before.
I would like to know what you all think about the fic and the general idea, thanks so much in advance.
Where else are you gonna go when terrified out of your mind that every enemy is out to get you?
Your dad’s bed who happens to be Batman and caple of kicking their ass.
Dick Grayson gets Tim.
Tiny practically brand new, not a hint of grace crawling under the covers.
Nightwing doesn’t even bother moving all five foot whatever Red Robin is already molded into skin.
Bruce has always done his nightly check. Creeping out from under Jay and Dami to hunt down the others.
Cass flashing a wink and rolling over. Duke’s snoring.
Dick making eye contact no acknowledgment of the escrimas gripped under pillows. Slow to go back resting.
There was a time where his trip would have never stopped at the eldest’s room. Dickie safe and sound as close to Bruce as physically possible. Periodically kicking the blankets grumbling when he inevitably got cold.
Dick Grayson does not sleep soundly too busy cradling his brother. Watching, waiting.
Bruce goes back ignoring the hurt when his second son eventually moves.
Jason’s hair won’t raise. Settling into the open spot Tim’s snoring goes uninterrupted.
Dick’s teeth inch’s away from his carotid goes unspoken.
Red Hood’s gun, Red Robin’s bow and Nightwings sticks.
Tim will wake first the moment Alfred begins breakfast.
Bruce come’s next accepting the mug, always made perfectly.
Bruce will stare. Begging for some sign of how he can fix this.
It doesn’t come.
Tim falls asleep to Dick’s breathing.
Jason eyes on the door come before any hope of Dick’s.
Batman has fought many adversaries, chased away monsters.
Some don’t run, the dark knight becomes nothing.
It’s Nightwings anger that drowns.
It’s Red Hoods snarl that silences.
Tim doesn’t hide in his cape.
Bruce doesn’t check under the bed.
Whatever was there long vanished.
Dick and Jason made sure.
“It’s ok baby bird-“
“Let ‘em come, Timmy…nothing getting past us birdie..”
Brother will you believe (until my bones are dust)
Tim will always be the first.
The first bird to hold a mantle covered in the corpses of Dick's wings, the first to carve a space into his heart, to make an all consuming void that only a brother can be.
"Bruce's alive, I can prove it."
He's angry at the world at Batman. How dare he leave, making another mess for Dick to clean up. Damian a child that he barley knows, Jason angry and vying for a cowl that both know, they don't believe in.
It's been years since Dick has worn the suit he worked so hard for. Passed from Jason to Tim. Only one with his actual consent not that his consent ever seems to matter anymore.
"Grayson, when will Drake be gone? He's unneeded."
Tim is all he has the only constant the only thing he can actual lean on. His little brother who has had his throat slit by Jason, and Damian is doing his damn best to push his out. He's backed into a corner.
Choices, a constant balancing act that all the acrobatics in the world won't allow him to slip from. Selfishness is his only net and for once he isn't gonna hit the ground.
"Tim I need you, I need my brother, I need someone to watch my back. We can come back to it but for now I need to breathe."
He leans back into the smell of coffee and absolutely horrid axe body spray that every teenager seems to love and just inhaled. He can feel a knife uncomfortable against his back, and what sounds like typing but he doesn't dare move.
His net curled around him and for once the world is quiet. Jason, Damian, and Bruce can come later.
For now it's Tim and Dick Grayson and he can feel the air.
