THAT ONE EMO WITH WAAYY TOO MANY OCs 💖💜💙🏳️‍🌈

Attie | They/He | I mostly write for Batfam but I'm also open to the rest of the DCU, Helluvaverse, Riordanverse, She-Ra, Arcane, and Cradle (Will Wight) if given the motivation

[that1emowitch]

Masterlist

For some fics that I haven't posted on Tumblr, I've linked it to AO3 so pls don't be alarmed if it opens a new tab :)

My Twitter AU is on top, followed by oneshots, then longer fics. I've labeled its genre and CWs but pls lmk if i missed smthn!

Batfam Twitter AU: part 1 ... part 2 ... part 3 ...

Oneshots

Suit Shopping - - - [AO3] --- Fluff, Crack

Suit Shopping pt. 2 --- Fluff, Crack

Jason Todd's Guide to Babysitting your Dad (Take him out into a gunfight) - - - [AO3] --- Fluff, Crack

At the end of the world / Or the last thing I see / You are never coming home, never coming home --- ANGST ANGST ANGST, little comfort

Dick finds out about Joyfire (Jay/Roy/Kori) - - - [AO3] --- Crack

StephCass proposal scene --- Fluff

Dude, you wanna tell me why the siren took on my form to seduce you? (BirdFlash) --- Fluff, Idiots In Love

Food Court Meet Cute (BirdFlash) --- Funny Fluff, Wally being a simp

My Kink Is Karma --- Crack

Art --- ANGST, Hurt/Comfort (TW SH)

Guilt --- ANGST, Hurt/Comfort (TW Suicide Attempt)

The Bats Get Therapy --- What the title says

The Bat-Bunch --- Fluff, Light Angst, Cass and Tim join Batfam early, Jason lives

The Light Behind Your Eyes --- Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Jason adopts Robin!Tim, TW mental instability, mentioned child prostitution (doesn't actually happen, Jason stops it)

Oblivion --- Angst, HURT HURT HURT, TW mental instability, suicide attempt, deaths

Villain (Jason Todd) --- Angst, Hurt/Comfort, TW Violence, Mental instability

[[Complete work on AO3]]

Chapter 1: Waking Up ... Chapter 2: Welcome to Arkham Asylum ... Chapter 3: I'll give you a Villain ... Chapter 4: What the Hell is Wrong with Bruce? ... Chapter 5: Breakout Band ... Chapter 6: Arkham Knight ... ... [rest on AO3]

Fire (Jason Todd & Child!OC) --- ON HIATUS

[[Entire work on AO3]]

Chapter 1: Hood To The Rescue ... Chapter 2: My Kid? ... Chapter 3: Unravelling Secrets ... Chapter 4: Shadows Of The Past ... Chapter 5: Falling Apart ... Chapter 6: Harper ... Chapter 7: Family

Baby Bats (de-ageing fic) --- Fluff, Crack

HBO Titans x Comics Bats Crossover! --- Fluff, Angst

[brucewaynehater101]

Post Red Robin AU -

All Bat relationships are completely platonic in this AU, fyi

Tim, in this AU, is on the verge of leaving the Waynes/Bats/Gotham behind. He's tired and done. Maybe he's even planning to get out of the vigilante life altogether.

Near the end, however, some villain hits him with a spell. Dazzled and confused, the villain escapes while a game screen pops up for Tim.

Welcome, New Player!

Tim sighs. Another game screen pops up.

Favorability is now visible. Would you like to view their current statuses?

Confused but ultimately playing along, Tim nods his head. What pops up is a list of all of the Bats with a percentage next to their name (Barbara, Bruce, Dick, Jason, Steph, Cass, Damian, Alfred, and Duke).

"What is this?"

The current Favorability of each target. The Player must rise Favorability to 100% for each target in order to complete the game.

"And if I refuse?"

Any target not at 100% Favorability at the end of the game will die. The Player will also face penalties.

"Right."

Successful completions of arcs will result in prizes.

"So my options are to cooperate and be rewarded or refuse and watch everyone die. Fantastic. When does the first arc begin?"

00:21:46:07

---

Basically, a magic/game thing forces Tim to repair his relationships with everyone on threat of death :)

It's platonic favorability with everyone, and yes those percentages can decrease.

No, Tim does not tell anyone about the messages, percentages, or the impending death. He can handle it by himself. It'll be fine.

[guesswhoisofftheirmedsagain]

Tim seeing the world in a virtual novel game type way. In my brain, now everyone also has chat boxes (for subtitles, of course, they are actually really helpful), and there are answer choices for his responses. He could “type” in his own response (aka ignore the pop up dialogue options) especially because the pop up dialogue options can seem out of left field/ out of character for him. There is also the frustration of picking one, then something completely different comes out of his mouth than what he thought. The mainscreen says “Fix It: Family Edition!™️” by MagicalPlotCore.

[brucewaynehater101]

Pfft. Tim, who's struggling in a really emotional situation, makes the mistake of choosing one of the dialog options:

"Tim... You're never around anymore. I... I know you're upset about what happened, but how can I fix it? Tell me what I can do to fix this?" Dick pleads.

Tim chews on his lip, the conflicting and unanalyzed emotions forming a lump in his throat. As a last ditch effort (and because the stupid thing is forcing him to go through these stupid emotional conversations anyways), Tim glances at the dialog option.

A: "Maybe if you knew how to communicate, I'd be more inclined to spend time with you."

B: "I don't know either."

C: "There's no fixing this."

D: "We can work on this together."

Tim internally grimaces at options A and C. He doesn't have long to process because he needs to respond to Dick, but he spends a moment analyzing both B and D.

B is more honest. Tim doesn't know how to fix their relationship. He's not entirely sure he wants to even though he loves the Waynes.

D, however, sounds like it would help them out. He would really like it if no one died, and Dick is a great place to start when it concerns the Waynes.

Alright. Fuck honesty. Tim chooses D.

His mouth pries open without his control, and his voice (it sounds just like his voice) spits out the line: "We can work on this together since you're seemingly incompetent in figuring out how to mend relationships on your own."

Tim's mouth clamps shut.

Dick blinks at him a few times before his entire expression crumples. The favorability percentage plumets by 16%.

Tim just slides his eyes shut.

[guesswhoisofftheirmedsagain]

YES EXACTLY! And even worse, in a slightly different reality, option C?

“There’s no fixing this. Not until we talk it out, and I want to. It’s a bit difficult for me, but Dick, I want to mend our relationship. I want you to be my big brother again.”

Dick heart squeezes at the honesty and integrity Tim shows.

+ 19% favorability score

Dick hesitantly places a hand on Tim’s shoulder, then pulls him into a hug. “I’ll always be your big brother, Tim.” Tim melts into the huge, the warmth surrounding him like a weighted blanket. After what feels like to short a time, Dick pulls away, ruffling Tim’s hair, which Tim swats at him for, smiling. Dicks face grows soft.

+ 1% favorability score 

“You want to go get some Batburger and talk it out?” Dick asks, a bit quiet, like he was afraid that Tim would shut him down. Tim usually would make up some excuse, well not really, he is really busy in reality, but whatever is on his to-do list can wait. Tim nods, getting up from the couch. One moment he’s there, and the next he’s running, a sudden adrenaline rush hitting him. “Race you to the cave-!” He shouts from down the hall by the time Dick realized what happened. Dick dashed out of the room after Tim. “Oh your on, baby bird!” Laugher fills the halls of the manor as they raced.

+ 3% favorability score

[brucewaynehater101]

Your additions are absolutely beautiful, and I love the plus percentages.

On one hand, not knowing what the other options would have been is both relieving and frustrating (since Tim can't "play again" like in a video game). On the other hand, Tim would like to learn from it even if knowing doesn't change his choice.

I also just had the most wonderful idea for this AU: Tumblr polls.

So, Tim, in this version, is locked by the choices the system gives him. He must choose one of the options.

Thus, every time he stumbles upon an option, a Tumblr poll is ran. Whatever ends up being the most popular choice is what "Tim" chooses.

Idk how to implement it, but maybe a new ficlet is released after every choice?

[guesswhoisofftheirmedsagain]

The tumblr polls is actually a fantastic way to include readers in the writing of the fic! Maybe it’s not run for every little thing, but there’s something it’s needed for at the end of every major arc, depending on how long each arc is, could be every chapter or every few chapters. It wouldn’t just be for the author, but there would be an actual system of Tim reacting to the results, and giving his opinions about them. Maybe not directly talking to the reader, more of indirect thoughts to himself.

But only at first. He’s a detective, so he figures out that the readers or “The Voters” can see his interactions with his family. (He would still be unaware of the technical mind reading going on). So maybe he would try and write to them, like a letter or something, break that 4th wall a bit. If you wanna get even more interactive, let people submit comments to him on what he should do/ what they think of his story. He would also have to deal with the fact that people are actively watching him like a TV show. (This would be more difficult to implement though, I’ll try my best to write out what I’m thinking)

Tim sat at his desk, his head in his hands. It was early in the morning, and the rest of the family was still asleep. He stared down blankly at the paper, unsure of what to write. Would this even work? The “Polls” started not to long ago- at the end of the first arc- so many votes went into them. Who was voting? Would they try and sabotage him? He was lucky to have a positive outcome this time. He picked up his pen, and tapped it against the page. Would this even work?

Dear Voters,

At this moment, I have discovered your existence. I wish to inform you that-

Was that to formal? Maybe he shouldn’t write this like a business email? To what, his observers? He scratched out what he wrote, starting again.

Voters,

Hello! Tim here, though I’m sure you already knew that. Who are you?

No- no. Was that too familiar? He didn’t know who theses people are, or- or are they even people?? For all he knows, maybe it’s just an algorithm of some sort? He crumbled up the paper, deciding to hold off on trying to communicate. He needs to get all his facts straight first. Getting up from his desk, he walks over to a piece of cloth that covered a rectangle on the wall, labeled “DO NOT TOUCH. -Tim”. He pulls it down, revealing his murder board underneath. Yes, he uses the differently colored strings and all. He adds a few new notes.

Am I being watched?

By who?

All the time or only certain instances?

Why?

[brucewaynehater101]

Tim trying to write to the voters is such a cute idea ^^ I love how you include his rough drafts and thought processes as he's trying to figure it all out.

Gods, if he realizes he's being watched and/or controlled, we can even throw in a 16th birthday or RR run level of mental descent as he tries to fight against it

[guesswhoisofftheirmedsagain]

Thank you! :D

Also mental descent? Like a sanity percent? Oooo

*Insane thing happens*

- 3% sanity

He has to balance his sanity percentage with how much he can raise the favorability scores. Maybe it even affects the dialogue options he’s given, the lower his score the more insane they are. He has to literally take better care of himself because he can see how crazy he’s getting. If his sanity score reaches 0% or even a negative number, that could also count as a “game over”.

Now I’m also thinking about other game like mechanic, can he get points for a “game shop?”. Like if he gets enough points, he can buy gifts from the shop to boost his favorability rating with his family. The Game System knows the perfect gift for each family member, and he can only buy it a certain amount of times. Maybe 3 gifts for each person, so he has to be careful when using them. He also has to be careful of when he gives the gifts, if it’s at the wrong time, it could actually lower his favorability score. 

[brucewaynehater101]

An insanity meter would indeed be hella fun to include. I'm not entirely sure how it would work out, but maybe everyone has it? So, Tim has to balance everyone's sanity meters, favorability scores, and his own sanity meter (I think Jason might be the hardest for ensuring favorability increases while sanity stays the same or lower).

And a store could include the audience too! Like maybe what's available to him is only accessible if fanwork is made for him? Any type of artwork (except ai) would be considered a "store submission."

Fuck. Now I want to create an entire blog just for this idea

[purplesparklingwaffles]

What's an arc? Like, is it just a chapter or is it levels or something? You know, like there are goals you need to reach and once he does the arc is over?

[brucewaynehater101]

Hmm... I would say the end of arcs are goalposts. He would need to reach a certain level of favorability with each of the characters (say everyone is at least at %25 or something). If he doesn't by the end of the arc, it puts him and the lower score folks in danger.

I'm fully behind allowing the audience to kill people off with their choices. It's favorability based survival

[purplesparklingwaffles]

I adore you. Does the audience get to vote after every arc or every chapter?

(tw - suicide)

Also, what would happen if Tim decided to kill himself? Would everyone else die too? Or would you leave that for the fans to decide?

Like, let's say his sanity dropped, really low, and his mental health got worse with it, and he couldn't handle the pressure of the fact that he had to make up with them to keep them alive, and he couldn't even do it at his own pace or take any breaks because if he lost too much time and wasn't able to make up for it and get to the amount of points needed, then he's putting them all in danger.

And maybe, if he died, the game couldn't be finished, and it will just- freeze? No losing points, no gaining points. And well, if it doesn't work, they won't be alive to bring him back and he won't have to watch them die. He can't watch any more of them die.

As a vigilante, he definitely knows a lot about suicide and would know how to make sure it works, but his whole family is vigilantes and if they get to him fast enough they could probably save him.

Just wondering.

[brucewaynehater101]

As long as Tim has to save someone, he wouldn't kill himself. Self-sacrifice? Yes. 100%. But killing himself without it somehow positively saving people in danger? No.

However, if his sanity meter drops enough... He may resort to more violent, controlling, manipulative, and possibly even abusive methods to "beat the game." He may start disconnecting from reality and stop viewing people as living humans.

The sanity meters would influence how people respond/react/feel about the situation. For instance, someone with a high sanity score would respond well to positive affirmations. Someone with a lower score may twist the meaning or even dislike the positive affirmations.

However, Tim dying 🤔

There's a few fun ways this could go:

The game resets, but Tim has no memories of what happened

The game transfers to a new participant (maybe the batfam member with the highest fav and san) and they have all new scores because their relationships are different

[derp-a-la-sheep]

ok but consider tim restarting and his low sanity levels saved so that’s what he has to start at making it even harder the second time around 👀

even if he doesn’t remember tim would start the second round confused bc surely his mental health isn’t that bad right?

[brucewaynehater101]

Ooh! A consequence for Tim restarting is lowered sanity levels 🤔 That Tim would be especially difficult to wrangle into better relationships with everyone else. He'd be fighting it the entire way

Though... A second restart would put him into the negatives... Where he starts trying to kill the bats instead

[that1emowitch]

I am SO getting in on this it's an amazing idea

[that1emowitch]

The Bats Get Therapy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63535225/chapters/162812806

I wrote a new fic!

Basically I was thinking, what if the Bats got the therapy they so desperately need? Then I was like, WAIT! I CAN WRITE THAT!

Bruce and his kids made a deal. All of them, Steph included, would get therapy, but only if Bruce did it too. Leslie and Alfred already had a psychologist in mind. A person they'd been pushing Bruce to set up an appointment with for years. Ex-navy and Leslie's old friend, Dr Kathryn Jenna.

This work is gonna basically be me doing a character study for all the Bats, but in a therapy kinda way. It's gonna be kinda serious, kinda fun. A mix. I may or may not update regularly, because I'm mostly just doing this for fun. Hope y'all enjoy!

[that1emowitch]

PJO Fic Requests!

I know i usually write for batfam and dc, but i've been thinking of getting into pjo more (i just reread the books lmao), so if yall have any requests do lmk!

i'm probably gonna do oneshots, maybe some ships? i don't rlly mind writing any ship except for reyna/apollo and lukabeth. if i have enough motivation and ideas i might even write a dc/pjo crossover? idk it depends

but pls comment below with ideas you'd like to see and i'll try my best to write them! (i'll also tag u if u want)

what ships do yall wanna see (that I like)

Percabeth

Solangelo

Pipabeth

Perjasico

Thalluke (with baby Annabeth)

Litpollo (Apollo and Lityerses, kind of a rarepair)

Valgrace

Frazel

Fierrochase

Hearthstone/Blitz (idk what their ship name is)

Rachel/Annabeth (again idk their ship)

Someone else that i forgot

Voting ended onFeb 15, 2025

[that1emowitch]

Another JayRoy sketch cuz I'm obsessed :D

[that1emowitch]

thought i'd try making a gif of a little idea i had, so, here's cass being pet on the head! <3

[that1emowitch]

Wish my parents would do this with me but if not at least Jay will get Dad kissies <3

[that1emowitch]

SO uh a lot has happened and i probably wont be able to post regularly until i figure some things out (RANT) My parents looked through my phone and found out a lot of things, including my online friends, me being queer, etc. And as you can imagine, im in DEEP shit now. They literally made me delete all the "woke" apps and block all my online friends (Yuki if ur reading this im sorry i didnt wanna unfriend u i had to) but luckily i managed to hide my tumblr from them. i cant use my phone much anymore cuz they're keeping constant tabs on it, and ive been trying to work around all this but idk if i can do much without letting them find out. like, they haven't figured out that i might do shit on my computer and i CANNOT let them near this, if they take my computer i'll literally be stranded so i just wanted to let yall know what happened in case i dont post for a long time or if my account gets deleted or something (i PROMISE if anything happens i'll orphan my ao3 works not delete them) if yall have any advice for this id rlly appreciate it i love yall <3<3<3

[that1emowitch]

Not a Batfam post like my usual ones, but I made a little something!

Basically I had one of those tag thingies on bread packets and I realized it looked kinda like a face and horns, and then I thought, BLITZØ!

[that1emowitch]

OBSESSED WITH YOUR FIC OMFGGGG

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(I'm not completely sure which fic ur talking about cuz I have quite a few WIPs I've been meaning to update and I PROMISE I'll get around to doing it I swear comments like these are the sweet brain juice I need to keep me writing I love yall so much)

[that1emowitch]

I had to break it into small pieces cuz the quality was getting fucked lmao

Also i actually got the idea for this while watching a video by Johnnie Guilibert (I think I fucked up his name) idr the name of it but I can find and link it if anyone asks

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[that1emowitch]

“The sun shines in the bedroom/When we play/The raining always starts/When you go away”

(AO3 link)

- - -

Roy eased the door to Lian's room shut, the soft click barely audible over the thrum of his heartbeat. He lingered for a moment, hand still on the doorknob, his eyes scanning the grain of the wood as if he could see through it. She was fine. She was safe. He knew that. He’d tucked her in, kissed her forehead, and even double-checked the stuffed bunny she clung to for any frayed stitching.

The apartment was a fortress—Batman-grade security, outfitted with contingencies crafted by everyone from Tim Drake to Oliver Queen. Jason had added his own deadly traps and redundancies, ensuring not even a ghost could get in uninvited. Lian was protected. She was home. Safe. Yet Roy's chest felt like it was caving in under a weight that he couldn’t explain, not entirely.

His knees buckled slightly as he stepped away from the door. He caught himself against the wall, his palm pressing hard into the cold plaster as his breath came shallow and ragged. It wasn’t just the shooting earlier today. It wasn’t just seeing a gunman walking into Lian’s school like a specter of every parent’s worst nightmare. It was how close she’d been to danger, how quickly it all could’ve gone wrong.

He was too familiar with school shootings, having experienced them and stopped them many times over the years. But this, knowing his baby girl was so close to—

It was the familiar itch beneath his skin, the gnawing whisper in the back of his mind. One hit. Just one. One to quiet the storm, to push everything down and make it bearable. His nails bit into his palm as he staggered to the couch, collapsing onto it with a weight he couldn’t shake.

Heroin made everything better, just for a while, but he knew he’d regret it. That didn’t stop the craving.

The door to the kitchen swung open, and Jason’s heavy boots thudded softly against the hardwood floor. His lover carried two steaming mugs of hot chocolate, the scent of cinnamon and dark chocolate wafting into the room. Jason paused, immediately clocking the way Roy sat slumped forward, his hands trembling slightly as they fidgeted with a loose thread on the couch cushion.

“Hey,” Jason said softly, setting the mugs down on the coffee table. He moved with an ease that belied the tension in his shoulders, slipping a fleece blanket off the armrest and wrapping it gently around Roy's shoulders. The sensation of warmth and Jason’s solid presence made Roy's throat tighten. He didn’t deserve this—this care, this love—but Jason never gave him the chance to argue otherwise.

Roy leaned back instinctively, letting Jason’s arms encircle him. The warmth of the blanket and Jason’s familiar scent—gunpowder, leather, and something faintly woodsy—washed over him like a balm. He turned his face up, and Jason met him halfway in a soft kiss that lingered for just a moment before morphing into a tender press of their foreheads.

Jason pulled back just enough to sit beside him on the couch, taking Roy’s hand and rubbing soothing circles into the back of it. He didn’t push, didn’t press for words, but Roy could feel Jason waiting, his patience infinite and steady.

“Fuck, I— I’m feeling like shooting up,” Roy murmured, the words a low confession that barely broke the silence. His free hand went to his pocket, his fingers unconsciously tracing the outline of where a syringe might’ve been, if he hadn’t already emptied his stash of heroin years ago. He clenched his fist, trying to banish the phantom weight of the addiction he’d carried for so long.

He could still see faint lines where track marks used to be. Some small, scary part of him wanted to see those scarring his arms again.

Jason’s grip on his other hand tightened, grounding him. “Okay,” Jason said simply, his voice calm, steady, like a lifeline thrown into dark waters. “Talk to me.”

Roy exhaled shakily, his gaze darting to the coffee table, then back to Jason. “It’s just... today. Seeing that guy walk into Lian’s school, knowing what could’ve happened if we’d been even a second slower.” His voice cracked, and he swallowed hard. “I keep thinking, what if it happens again? What if I can’t save her next time? What if—”

“Hey,” Jason interrupted softly, scooting closer until their thighs were pressed together. “She’s safe. You made sure of that. We made sure of that.”

Roy nodded, but the reassurance didn’t reach the knot in his chest. His fingers trembled again, and Jason caught the movement, holding Roy's hand tightly and pressing it against his own chest. Roy could feel the steady thump of Jason’s heartbeat beneath his palm, anchoring him.

“You’re not alone in this,” Jason said firmly. “I’ve got you. Whatever you’re feeling, whatever you’re thinking, I’m here.”

The dam broke then, a flood of tears spilling down Roy’s cheeks as he let himself fall into Jason’s arms. Jason held him close, one hand threading through Roy’s hair while the other rubbed soothing circles on his back. He murmured soft, nonsensical things—comforting sounds that didn’t need to be words—until Roy’s sobs began to subside.

When Roy finally pulled back, his face was blotchy, his eyes red-rimmed, but the tension in his shoulders had eased slightly. Jason cupped his cheek, wiping away the last stray tear with his thumb.

“Do you want to stay out here tonight?” Jason asked after a moment. “We can make it a living room campout. Or,” he added with a small, mischievous grin, “we could ask Lian if she wants her Papa and Daddy to have a sleepover in her room.”

Roy huffed a laugh, the sound watery but genuine. “She’d never let us leave if we did that.”

“True,” Jason admitted, leaning back against the couch. “But if it’d make you feel better, we can stay close. Whatever you need, Roy.”

Roy considered the offer for a moment before shaking his head. “No. I don’t want her to see me like this. She shouldn’t have to worry about me.”

“She’s a tough kid,” Jason said, “but I get it.” He reached for the mugs of hot chocolate he’d placed aside, and handed one to Roy, the warmth seeping through the ceramic into Roy’s hands. “How about we stay out here, then? Just us. I’ll put on some music, and we’ll hang out. No pressure. No expectations.”

Roy nodded, taking a sip of the hot chocolate. The rich, slightly bitter taste was comforting in its own way, grounding him further. Jason got up briefly to grab his phone, queuing up a playlist of Nirvana—Roy’s favorite—and setting it to play at a low volume.

As the familiar chords of Son of a Gun filled the room, Jason returned to the couch, sitting close enough that their shoulders brushed. “You know,” he said after a moment, his tone light, “This hot chocolate. It's Alfred’s recipe, which was apparently his grandma's recipe. Top secret. That's why Lian always tells me to make her cocoa, not you.”

Roy snorted, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite himself. “Oh, please. Lain loves my ready mix hot chocolate just as well. She just asks you to do it ‘cause it makes you happy.”

Jason gasped in mock offense, clutching his chest dramatically. “You did not just compare Alfred's grandma's hot chocolate to powder mixes.”

Roy chuckled, the sound soft but genuine. The heaviness in his chest hadn’t disappeared entirely—he still felt like he craved drugs to soothe the pain—but it felt more manageable now, like something he could carry with Jason by his side.

They sat like that for a while, trading quiet jokes and sipping their hot chocolate as the music played on. Eventually, Roy rested his head on Jason’s shoulder, letting the rhythm of the songs and the steady warmth of Jason’s presence lull him into a sense of peace.

It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t a cure. But it was enough. For now, it was enough.

As long as Jason was there, Roy could get through anything. He knew that. He loved that.

[that1emowitch]

"You'll Be Fine, Jaylad"

(AO3)

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Bruce Wayne had finally succumbed to exhaustion. The glow of the Batcomputer still hummed softly in the depths of the Batcave, but its master had retired hours ago. Bruce rarely allowed himself such indulgence—sleep—but even he couldn’t defy biology forever. The heavy weight of the day’s patrols, the case files, and Gotham’s relentless darkness had dragged him under.

It was quiet in Wayne Manor, save for the faint creak of old floorboards and the distant rustle of the wind outside. The house had a way of amplifying loneliness and memory, Bruce thought distantly as he drifted into a rare, dreamless sleep.

But quiet rarely lasted in a home that housed wounded hearts and restless minds.

At 2:13 a.m., the faintest shuffle broke the silence in Bruce’s room. He didn’t stir at first—years of training meant his subconscious registered the sound without alarm. But the gentle dip of the mattress and the hesitant tug on his blanket brought him fully awake.

Bruce blinked into the darkness, his instincts flickering to life, but the sight beside him doused any sense of threat. A small, trembling form, hunched and vulnerable, was easing itself into bed next to him. Jason.

The boy didn’t speak at first, and Bruce didn’t rush him. Jason was thirteen—still so young, though sometimes it was easy to forget given his sharp tongue and defiance. But right now, he wasn’t Robin-in-training. He was just a child, pale and shivering, seeking solace.

Bruce could feel bony ribs under his touch, and he tried to ignore them—even after so many months of being well-fed, Jason still looked slight. A lifetime of starvation and trauma couldn't be washed away so quickly.

“I’m sorry,” Jason whispered, his voice raw, cracking on the syllables. His hand clutched at the fabric of Bruce’s shirt, tight and desperate, as though the mere act of touching him could anchor him. “I didn’t mean to wake you…”

Bruce’s throat tightened. Jason’s nightmares had become more frequent lately. He didn’t talk about them much—Jason never did—but Bruce knew the signs. His sudden silences during the day, the unspoken tension in his shoulders, the restless way he’d pick at the edges of his gloves during patrol. Tonight, it seemed, the storm in his head had overwhelmed him.

Bruce placed a heavy, warm hand over Jason’s smaller one. He felt the tremors running through the boy and gave his hand a soft squeeze. “It’s okay, Jason,” he murmured, his voice gravelly from sleep. “I was awake anyway.”

A lie. And a poor one, at that. Bruce knew Jason was sharp enough to see through it, but the boy didn’t call him out. Instead, Jason shifted closer, his fingers still fisting the fabric of Bruce’s shirt. He buried his face in Bruce’s chest, his breaths ragged and uneven.

Bruce’s heart ached. He wasn’t good at this—comfort. He could throw a punch, solve impossible mysteries, and outwit Gotham’s most dangerous minds, but holding a scared child? That always felt impossibly fragile.

“Do you want to go downstairs?” Bruce asked after a moment, keeping his tone light. “Get some hot chocolate?”

Jason shook his head quickly, his hair brushing against Bruce’s chin. “No,” he mumbled, his voice muffled. “Don’t wanna move.”

“All right,” Bruce replied softly. “We’ll stay here, then.”

Jason’s grip on Bruce’s shirt didn’t loosen. He tugged the blankets tighter around himself, cocooning in their warmth, and nestled deeper into Bruce’s side. The boy’s breathing began to even out, though he still refused to let go.

Bruce resisted the urge to ask him what the nightmare was about. He already knew Jason wouldn’t want to talk—not now. Maybe not ever. Instead, he adjusted the comforter over both of them, pulling it snug around Jason’s shoulders.

“You’re safe,” Bruce said after a while, his voice barely above a whisper. The words felt clumsy on his tongue, but he meant them with every fiber of his being. “I’ve got you.”

Jason didn’t respond, but the way his tense frame slowly began to relax told Bruce he’d heard.

The seconds ticked by, stretching into minutes, the room falling silent once more save for their shared breathing. Bruce could feel Jason’s heartbeat against his own—a fragile, staccato rhythm that gradually steadied.

He let his own eyes drift shut again. His mind lingered briefly on the boy curled against him—the child he’d taken in, who had fought tooth and nail for a place in this unforgiving world. Jason carried more than any thirteen-year-old should ever have to bear, and Bruce wished, not for the first time, that he could shield him from the darkness. But he knew better. He couldn’t erase the past, couldn’t undo the scars, visible and invisible, that marked Jason’s life.

What he could do, though, was be here. Present. A constant in the chaos.

Jason shifted slightly, his hand finally loosening its grip on Bruce’s shirt to rest lightly against his chest. The boy was still awake—Bruce could tell by the way his breathing hitched every so often—but he wasn’t trembling anymore.

“Thank you,” Jason whispered, so quiet Bruce almost missed it.

Bruce’s lips curved into the faintest of smiles. He placed a hand gently on Jason’s back, tracing slow, reassuring circles. “Always,” he said simply.

For the first time that night, Bruce allowed himself to exhale fully. He wasn’t sure how much sleep he’d get now—not with Jason tucked against him, warm and solid and reminding him of all the reasons he couldn’t afford to fail. But in this moment, it didn’t matter. Jason needed him, and that was enough.

“You'll be just fine, Jaylad,” Bruce whispered, his lips brushing into the sleeping boy's hair. “I've got you. Always.”

The room grew still again, and this time, Bruce let himself rest. His hand remained on Jason’s back, grounding him in turn, as sleep crept in once more.

Some battles couldn’t be fought in the shadows or on rooftops. Some victories came quietly, in the early hours of the morning, wrapped in blankets and whispered reassurances.

Bruce held his son close and let the night take them both.

[that1emowitch]

Part FIVE of my de-aged!Dami series!

Tim and Damian have ALWAYS had that sibling rivalry. It's even worse when Tim's forced to babysit an ACTUAL baby while being a sleep deprived genius baby himself

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(Also, bonus VERY messy sketch below the cut if u wanna see Dami using his baby privilege to cry and get Tim in trouble)

[that1emowitch]

Part four of my de-aged!Dami series! This time featuring Cass Wayne

She's gonna watch over him all night and protect the fuck outta him, this squishy little baby is her BROTHER and if anyone even steps near him while she's on guard she'll show them what it feels like to die for exactly [1] second

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[that1emowitch]

Part THREE of my de-aged!Damian series

With Bruce being such a sappy little mf

He hasn't got the chance to see any of his kids when they were born, and now his babiest child is an actual baby, and he's fucking crying look at those happy sappy dad tears

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[that1emowitch]

PART TWO OF MY DE-AGED!DAMI SERIES!

This time featuring Dick fucking Grayson

He was supposed to put Dami to bed, but ended up asleep himself <3

(Can u tell Dick's wearing a "World's Best Brother" shirt he bought for himself)

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