The All-seeing One

Always watching, never intervening. They/them, 25 y.o, Earthling

[eicssbs]

a cute, fluffy threat

pairing: jason todd x fem! reader, platonic!damian wayne x fem!reader, platonic!tim drake x fem!reader

summary: It was supposed to be a routine patrol, nothing out of the ordinary. Well, things don't always go as planned. Now Damian and Tim had to keep Jason from finding out that his girlfriend had been turned into a cat, a cute, fluffly cat.

word count: 1.2k

warning(s): English is not my first language, not proofread, no use of y/n.

Silence and tension hung heavy in the Batcave. It had been over half an hour since the small group had returned from their patrol. The streets of Gotham had finally reached that peak of silence just before dawn.

“He’s going to kill us.”

“He won’t kill us if he doesn’t find out about this.”

Damian’s statement put Tim’s fears to rest; Tim’s hair was tousled, and he had a twitch in his eye from the stress that had built up in just a few minutes.

A growl sounded below them.

They both looked down. A pair of piercing eyes glared at them angrily.

“And you won’t tell him about this.”

Another growl was heard, but this time two fangs were visible.

“Oh, God,” Tim exclaimed, pulling off his mask and pressing two fingers to the bridge of his nose. “Jason is going to kill us.”

“Todd won’t find out.”

“And how can you be so sure of that? Look at her!” he said, pointing with both hands at the cat in front of them. “They turned her into a cat, and we don’t know how to reverse it!”

“Drake,” Damian exclaimed irritably. “Jason won’t be back for another two days; we have more than enough time to figure this out.” Damian’s gaze shifted to the white-furred animal with black spots. “Maybe we can bribe her with tuna.”

The cat hissed at what she considered a degrading comment about tuna.

“Tt. Calm down. We’ll call Zatanna first thing tomorrow and sort this out.”

Tim sighed wearily and nodded at Damian’s words.

“It’d be best if you stayed tonight. It’ll be easier… for everyone.”

Ever since Bruce was a child, it had been perfectly normal to see Alfred walking through the hallways of Wayne Manor, cleaning and tidying things up.

What wasn't a common sight, however, was a cat trying to reach the doorknob of one of the manor's many doors, trying to open it.

Alfred let out a sigh.

“Master Damian really needs to start exercising some self-control around animals.”

With patience and grace, he made his way toward the door, while the cat waited for the butler. Alfred turned the doorknob, and the animal wasted no time in entering the room.

“I should remind Master Jason to tidy his room,” he muttered to himself. “Or at least ask him to let me do it.”

As the butler thought aloud, his gaze never left the cat, which was slipping between Jason’s clothes on the bed.

With her tiny paws, she gathered the clothes together, and when she decided she’d had enough, she lay down on top of them, relaxing her little body as if letting out a sigh with her body language.

Alfred’s eyebrows shot up in a frown. “Interesting.”

The man couldn't help but notice the strange detail around the cat's eyes. A perfect line around each eye, strangely reminding him of Jason's girlfriend and the eyeliner she wore every time they met.

Not wanting to get involved in another vigilante problem, he decided to simply pretend he hadn’t seen anything.

He left the door ajar, just enough so that Jason’s girlfriend could come and go freely from the room.

Tim and Damian were running all over the manor, searching for the sudden—and temporary—member of the family.

“Where is she?!”

As they frantically rushed through the rooms, they disrupted all the order Alfred had worked so hard to maintain.

When they reached the second floor, they stopped abruptly upon seeing Alfred.

“Alfred, by any chance haven’t you—?”

“Don’t finish that question, Master Tim,” he said wearily. “What you’re looking for should be in Master Jason’s room.”

Without another word, the butler left, leaving the two young men alone in the long hallway. And without wasting any more time, they both headed for Jason’s room.

“Can you see her?”

They both started moving around the room, not caring if they made a mess of it. That was the last thing on their minds.

“Where the hell did she go?”

Tim picked up the pile of clothes on the bed and carelessly tossed it onto the floor so he could search through the sheets.

A loud meow of surprise and indignation echoed through the room.

Both boys turned their heads toward the source of the sound.

Two pointed black ears poked out from among the clothes, and soon a white body covered in black spots appeared.

“I’m sorry,” Tim apologized, murmuring your name.

The cat snorted indignantly.

How dare they toss you into the air like that when you were sleeping so peacefully among your boyfriend's clothes?

Oh, you would never have thought of something like that, but you were hoping someone would come over so you could bite their hand.

The sound of an engine cutting off in the driveway caught the attention of the three people in the room.

Damian and Tim were sitting on a couch, far away from where she was. Even though the cat had already bitten them when they got careless trying to lift her off the floor, they didn’t want to take any more chances.

The three of them looked expectantly toward the door, hoping to see Zatanna so they could resolve this once and for all.

But what appeared was far worse, in Damian and Tim’s words.

An excited meow echoed through the room the moment Jason appeared in the doorway. The cat’s small, furry paws slid off the armchair and pushed off, landing on Jason’s chest, its claws digging in slightly to keep from falling.

“What the hell?” the newcomer grumbled. “Come here and get this thing out of here, you little demon.”

An annoyed growl escaped her lips. How dare he call you a thing?

Jason met her gaze.

Just like with Alfred, he furrowed his brow when he noticed the eyeliner on both her eyes, highlighting the color of her eyes that had him so smitten.

Jason shifted his gaze to both boys, then back to her. He stayed that way for a few seconds, until his brain managed to connect the dots.

“Doll?”

A meow was the answer he needed to confirm that it was his girlfriend.

“What have you done?” Jason asked the two men, his annoyance evident in his eyes and the tone of his voice. Meanwhile, he cradled his girlfriend in his arms as she purred, happy to be there.

“It was an accident, Todd.”

Tim also chimed in, trying to calm things down. “Zatanna is just a few minutes away; we were waiting for her.”

“Yeah…” Damian said. “We thought it was her at the door. What are you doing here, Todd? You were supposed to arrive tomorrow.”

“My mission ended early,” he replied simply. He looked at his girlfriend, transformed into a cat, sleeping comfortably on his arm. “And when I didn’t see my girlfriend at home, I figured she’d be here… but I didn’t expect to find her like this.”

With a hint of hesitation, he stroked her behind the ears, receiving a soft, contented purr in return.

“Stop laughing, Jason!” the woman pleaded, exasperated. “It’s not funny! Your brothers fed me nothing but tuna for two days! Do you have any idea how humiliating that is?”

“But you looked so cute.”

The woman slapped his chest with her hand, trying to get her boyfriend to stop laughing.

“Maybe we should get a cat,” he said out of the blue, “that way you’ll have a friend the next time this happens.”

She grumbled in annoyance.

“That’s it! I’m going to ask Zatanna to turn you into a fish, so I can flush you down the toilet!”

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[thesuperiorrobin]

You two are both oblivious.

Or maybe you two choose to ignore it.

Everybody can see it.

The way Damian looks at you, eyes clouded with adoration and yearning. His hardened eyes softened when they landed on your figure; they lit up softly when you entered a room. You notice it every time.

He stares until your eyes catch his, breaking out in a grin as you make a beeline straight to him.

It’s almost natural—you being by his side 24/7. His family says nothing; maybe Jason and Tim say things under their breaths (it doesn’t bother you or Damian); everyone has grown used to it.

You're so attentive when it comes to Damian; you remember everything about him down to the T, and He’s quick to catch it. When you would bring him his favorite candy at times, or when you would mention a Shojo manga he was currently reading.

Sometimes he would wait by the front door of the manor—waiting for you to knock. A part of him knew you would be coming.

And you knew he would be by the door waiting.

You two can’t explain it; there’s a soft tug on both your hearts when you're together. Not the kind that brings you pain—but the kind that puts you at ease, with butterflies in your stomachs.

You know what it is, and so does he.

But neither of you decided to say anything about it.

Touches started slow and soft, linking pinkies together as you walked side by side. Those touches didn’t last long—they had turned into something more.

Fingers lace together with swaying arms, bright smiles that reach eyes, and soft rosy cheeks.

His family wasn’t the only one that noticed; the entire population of Gotham had noticed too. Rumors had spread; media pages were filled with bold headlines; people whispered to one another.

You two have a good laugh at it.

Pictures spread quickly, the most popular being you two together at a charity event his father had planned and prepared for. You two stand in the corner, almost pressed up against each other. Damian’s hand is placed firmly on your hip, while the other is shoved in his pocket. Your hand is placed on his chest while the other sneaks over—fingers brushing his. And you two are smiling, your head slightly leaning against his shoulder.

It was the most normal thing you two were caught doing.

You had seemed to tame him; his heart belonged to you, and your heart had belonged to him.

Your place in his arms had seemed right from the very beginning—it didn’t matter if you were happy or simply upset, in tears even; Damian liked it, so you won’t deny him when he opened his arms up slightly, waiting for you to crash into him.

Soft kisses had seemed to linger, never on the lips—simply too afraid to cross the line. Damian had a habit of kissing the temple or hairline. At times, his lips would reach the tips of your fingers or your palm when you would place them over his mouth.

To put himself at ease, his lips would find your heartbeat—right along your wrist. It makes your heart skip a beat, and he chuckles when he feels it against his lips.

You had a habit too—kissing his scars that paint his skin. It sends shivers down his spine, prompting him to reach for more. You have easy access to his neck, kissing along a small scar that’s visible to your eyes. You tell him you can feel his heartbeat slightly, and he tells you you’re hallucinating as he turns away.

Whether you two decided to be friends or lovers, it didn’t matter; labels weren’t either of your guys' things.

But in everyone’s eyes, you two were soulmates.

[the-trash-site]

My Devoted Worshipper

Pairing: Yandere! Caine x gn!reader Summary: You try to reason with Caine on the behalf of the others, but Caine is too far gone to listen Tags: sfw, Ep 8 spoilers, yandere Caine, yandere themes– isolation, obsesses and possessive Caine, Caine crossing personal boundaries/non consensual holding (not sexual! Hes just holding you)', light body horror (being 'fuse' together), vague description of pain, gender netural W.C: 1.5K A/N: divider credits at bottom of post, please let me know if i miss any warnings or tags! I hope this is 'yandere' enough :)

"You did so well on your adventure, my lovely loyal superstar!" Caine greets. You feel dumbfounded as you were just finishing your adventure and now find yourself landing on Caine's lap, straddling him with each knee on the outside of his thighs. You lean back, placing your hand behind you in an attempt to create space, and to gather your bearings. You jump in surprise at the touch of the desk under your palm, and quickly scan around to see you're in Caine’s office. Yhe one you and the others got to explore on the last normal adventure.

"Ten out of Ten! That's another gold star on your chart!" Caine happily shouts as a star chart suddenly appears with each of the circus members' faces. Each member's selections are empty while yours is covered in stars. Caine places the new star on top of the older ones before tossing it away with an obnoxious laugh. You wonder how long he had that chart or if he spawned it in like that for the bit. With how unhinged his behaviour has become, its hard to tell the nature of the star chart.

Ever since he snapped, and reminded the others of their place in the circus, there's been a dramatic shift in the way he treats you by blatantly showing off his favouritism. Before, he would treat you like the others, using the same silly nicknames and being respectful of personal space. Now, he freely shows a more romantic affection that you wouldn't think Caine was capable of.

Using nicknames reserved for significant others, and becoming clingy for hugs, cuddles, and demanding kisses. Along with Caine trying to isolate you from the others, to keep your attention on him. You were the only one willing to do so. The only one looking forward to his adventures. To ask him for things. To thank him. To praise him.

"And how was your adventure, my dear human? Were the cats at the cat cafe absolutely pawsitively purrfect?" Caine integrates. His hands are gripping your thighs, digging into the muscle to prevent you from trying to wiggle off his lap, and shuffle onto the desk. Keeping you firmly on his lap while he carefully studies every facial expression, awaiting the worship he expects from you.

Caine has even started to show off how much he prefers you by giving you nicer adventures. During his announcement of the day's adventure, he'll start by describing the one he designed for the others. The adventures sound like nightmares, activities they are destined to lose at, and guarantee to walk away cover in brusies.

He follows it up by describing your nicer, easier and safer sounding adventure in a sickening sweet voice that rubs salt into the other's wounds. He even starts to summon two portals to truly highlight that wedge between you and your friends.

"It was nice! I liked it," you nervously answer. Fidgeting in Caine's hands as you build the courage to bring up the others. To try again in making Caine see reason, to stop harming them in the name of 'the viewers'. You know they depend on you, that they wait with bated breath in hopes you get Caine to stop tormenting them. You're the only one whose close enough to get Caine to listen, with these one-on-one sessions. But so far, every attempt has failed.

"You liked it." Caine quietly gasps, sounding surprised by your words. His hands mindlessly slide up to grip your hips, pulling you towards him as his pupils shift into little hearts. "Of course you liked it! It was made specially for you, my love!" He winks, putting on a bravo. Trying to appear sly after showing some vulnerability.

"Right," you nod uneasily. Your hands curl into tight fists as you prepare to drive straight into helping your friends. Just because you failed before doesn’t mean you’ll stop trying.  "You know, Caine, I think the others would have loved the cat cafe adventure!" The atmosphere shifts instantly at the mention of them. Your stomach twist, but you push through. "Th-they were just starting to warm up to your adventures. If you tone down the violence on the next one, I'm sure-"

"No." Caine cuts you off. His tone firm, and his gaze harsh.

"What–?"

"How many chances did I give them to 'warm up' ?!" Caine shouts. You wince at the pain coming from your hip, his fingers digging in. "Hours I spent slaving away, tailoring adventures for them! Well, they had their chance to 'warm up'. NO MORE! They're spoiled. Ungrateful brats!"

"Unlike you." His tone makes a drastic shift as he sighs out your name. His hands release the vice-like grip to –– slowly, gently, adoringly –– trail up your waist. "You didn't need to warm up to my adventures. You love them right away! Right?" His voice cracks but he continues, ignoring the way you squirm, "You liked my adventures. Taking the time to compliment them. You, my most perfect devoted worshipper!" Caine worships over you, and you shiver at the feeling of his hands dragging over your rib cage.

"I- Well," you stutter, your voice failing you. You struggle to think of what words or what argument to use on your friend's behalf. Distract and overwhelm by the uncomfortable sensation of his hands mapping out your body. Silently begging that his hands will still.

"Don't you see, my darling human? They're getting punished while you're getting rewarded!" His hands pull away from your ribs to your face. He attempts at lightly caressing your cheeks, but instead squeezes them in his possessive grip.

"Rewarded?" you choke out the word.

"You're reward being me, of course! By staying here with me."

It's a promise in awestruck whisper. It's a vow dripped in delusion and obsession. His hands let go of your face in favour to wrap his arms around your shoulder blades. You grunt at the force he uses to pull you in. Pressing you against his chest, eliminating the space between you until every each of you is touching him. He feels larger now; surrounding you. As if he grew himself to overshadow you, or maybe you shrink. Maybe Caine is molding you to fit in his hold perfectly.

You can't tell as your face gets push into his chest. You worm your hand up his torso to his chest with the intention to push with all your might to create space. To free yourself from being pinned to him. Your heart drops when your hand sinks into his chest. So far, the only type of physical pain you have suffered from him is accidental. The same eagerness, and roughness a puppy has with their favourite toy. But this, this is new.

You can't tell if it's intentional or not.

"Caine?" Your voice trembles as your heart races. Trying to bring attention to whatever is happening. You lose feeling in your hand, unable to tell if your fingers are spread out or clenched. Your wrist slowly enters his chest, and your heartbeat roars in your ears.

Caine doesn't hear you and continues to rant. Making more promises, and more vows. He places a hand on the back of your head, pushing you closer. It’s with the unsettling realization of your head dipping into his chest by his force that this is intentional.

Your anxiety skyrockets as you lose sight in one eye, and you lose feeling in your lips as have your mouth is gone too. You try to writhe off his lap, but it’s too late; you can feel yourself merging into him.

"You won't leave me. I won't let you."

His hand goes into your chest through your back. For a frightening moment, you truly believe that Caine has reached into your chest cavity and grabbed your beating heart.

Then all at once, you're being placed on his desk. His hands are back on your waist as he rambles about something. You can faintly hear the terms ‘bad influence’ and ‘distracting him’ over your rapid heartbeat. You stare intensely at your forearm, reassuring yourself that it's still attached to your wrist, which is still joined to your hand. With fingers all in the correct spot, wiggling under your control. Your temporarily missing eye returns, and quickly fills with tears due to the pain. You acknowledge with relief that your sight has also returned.

Your vision is being moved as Caine tilts your face by a hand under your chin. Your scared eyes staring into his adoring eyes.

You can’t react, can’t scream, or cry as you become overwrought with a pain you can't describe. If someone asks how it felt, or lists out adjectives to help narrow it down, all you could say is; it hurts.

"-I need to take care of business!" Hearing the start of a goodbye grabs your attention, grounding you by the promise of safety. Of distances. "I won't be long, my devoted human! Mwah!" Caine leans forward to press his teeth to your face, his version of a kiss. You close your eyes to receive the affectionate act but make no moves on returning it. You wouldn't be surprised if one of these days he decides to bite into your flesh and eat you with the same childish kissing noise. Already accepting that fate with the same grace as a tired, defeated prey animal.

Caine pulls back and pats your head softly. "Don't miss me too much now!" On the final pat, you vanish from the office.

You pop onto a stool beside Jax at the cafe, where the rest of the group is on their respective chairs, breathing heavily as you stare ahead. You can still feel Caine's arms around you, the pressure in your chest, and his possessive promise echoing in your mind. It huants ypu how he didnt acknowledge whatever that was. Did it happened? Did you imagine it?

An itchy deep under your skin proves it did happened. Regardless, you have to try again. To beg on behalf of your friend's safety another day.

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May we all know decadence such as this

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Damian and his labels :((

[noodles-and-tea]

The thing about kids is that they’re so little

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Dick and Damian Week 2026: Batman and Robin Day! @dickanddamianweek

[elirium]

2026 Tiny Robin Update

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Dick and Damian Week 2026: Day 1 - Adoption! my excuse to draw them domestic lol @dickanddamianweek

bottom left was inspired by this bit from Batman 80-Page Giant (2010)

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Commission I am working on rn :3

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Just in case

[sappire-charizard]

I’m actually going to reblog a thing just because this is really important.

As someone who has epilepsy and used to have several grand mal seizures a day, I’d also like to add that “offer help” can range anywhere from keeping the person calm to explaining to them where they are and what they were doing to even just telling them they should sit and rest for a while longer (lack or coordination is common, and it can be hard to walk straight or see clearly).

It’s okay for them to take up to a half hour to fully regain their bearings and sort out what they were doing prior to the seizure. Just answer any questions calmly and be there for support.

If they come around and you start to panic or shake them or ask them what the heck is wrong with them they are going to freak out and panic too.

I cannot stress it enough that this is bad.

If someone has a seizure and they come out of it, please. please stay calm. They are likely disoriented and confused, even if it’s only for a minute or two, and you don’t want them panicking on top of that because they can have another seizure as a result.

[felicityredbarrow-blog]

IMPORTANT

[happylittleblogger]

IMPORTANT because last year a kid in my class had a seizure, none of us even knew he was at risk for them either so just cause you don’t think you know anyone doesn’t mean you don’t 

stay safe

[kyuofcosmic]

I have to stress how important it is to time a seizure. If it lasts more than a few minutes, call an ambulance.

DO NOT CALL THE POLICE. I’m dead fucking serious. I had a grand mal in public once and the POLICE were called and imagine coming out of the seizure, feeling like you got smacked in the head with a sack full of bricks, confused, dazed, in desperate need of some sugar to boost low blood pressure and some DIPSHIT has called the police and I was being threatened with being ‘drunk and disorderly’. It took a phone call to my doctors office to get them to back off. The police cannot properly deal with sick people. 

Offer help can be:

assuring person where they are/what time it is

getting them something to drink if they can; seizure burns so much energy and does cause a blood pressure drop

getting them safely to transport or a carer

getting them some dignity like a blanket/towel [loosing control of your bladder and bowels is fucking horrifying]

ensuring they have a way to get home. Someone who has just had a seizure should NEVER DRIVE straight after

calling emergency services if you notice any of these symptoms because they may have stroked out.

Why you shouldn’t put anything in someone’s mouth: they will choke. Yes, they may bite their tongue but I can assure you it’s less traumatic than cracking your jaw on someone’s greasy wallet or choking on a spoon.

DO NOT HOLD ANYONE DOWN. Example: someone pinned my right shoulder mid-seizure a few years back and how I have a permanently displaced and clicking shoulder. Let the person flail around, those muscles are out of control and restraining them does cause more damage to the patient and you.

[queen-of-gotham]

One of my daughters has focal epilepsy that presents as silent seizures. Scariest thing I ever experienced in my life.

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