Hi! I write random stuff, mostly on the batfamily and maybe other stuff in the future. I have a wattpad account which is @visionofhope04. I hope you enjoy my stories!
I'm Maria (she/her), 18 and I post fanfic stuff on here. I support LGBTQ and BLM so if you don't get off my blog. I also don't tolerate any kind of discrimination or hate. I write whenever I can because sometimes school is a lot or I just don't have the motivation.
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Bruce Wayne x Reader
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Batsib and Jason Todd being Siblings and Annoying Eachother
Tim Drake x Reader
Memories and Dreams - Soulmate AU
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Series:
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Alternative Ending - Headcannon
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Justice League and Titans Reaction
Justice League and Titans - Do they check up on her?
How the Titans and Justice League are with batsis
Pop-star + vigilante batsis
The Aftermath of the batfam
Talia's reaction
Talia's reaction to batsis' occupations
Batfam attending batsis' concert
how Bruce deals with everything
How Batfam Reacts to finding out reader forgot them and is married and expecting with Colossus
Viper - Psycho Batsis
Psycho Batsis Headcannon Part 1
Nonseries:
The Justice League getting to know more about Batman
Batsis dies and is revived
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Hii I see that you write for batfamily if you don’t want to write this I get but but so you think you can do a batfamily x suicidal batsis where she Damian full blood sister and shes not worth it and takes the day off and doesn’t go on patrol and b4 they come back she takes a bottle of pills and Damian goes to check on her(brother sister love) and she in the bathroom barely breathing and she dies but they bring her back via Lazarus pit and she comes back with a streak like Jason’s but blue and has Ice powers. (And can her and Damian be like really close. Same with her and Jason thanks)
OMG I had a similar idea before! Thank you so much for the ask. I don't know much about health care and hospitals, but I'm trying my best. Sorry this took so long, writer's block hit me really hard.
Italics are your thoughts.
'These are Damian's thoughts'
TW: $uicidal thoughts, $uicid3 (attempt?), OD, negative self-talk (she's not having a good time at all + some from the Batfam), internalized misogyny, a bit of misplaced blame out of grief (from Damian onto reader)
If you're feeling like this or relate, please seek help if you haven't already. I am here for you if you need to talk to someone or someone to just listen. Please don't commit $uicid3, you matter even if you don't think so.
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You landed ungracefully onto the training mat and were pinned for the third time in the last hour. You couldn't help but think if you'd trained harder and as often as your brother Damian, you'd at least put up more of a fight before going down. You attempted to get out of his grip but it was useless. Damian had an iron-clad grip on you that wasn't letting up. You stopped struggling and let your head fall in defeat, then tapped three times, signaling your surrender. Damian instantly let go and you got onto your feet.
You two were the only people in the cave. You had come down to let out some frustration, only to find Damian training. He had requested (demanded) you spar with him and you accepted, not thinking it would cause even more frustration. You thought it'd give you more bonding time with your twin. Sparring together was an often occurrence as it allowed you two to just exist together and not worry about the expectations of others. It allowed you to be yourselves together, something you didn't do often.
Currently, it was making you want to run upstairs and sleep the day away. Damian could tell something was off with you, but he wasn't able to discern what. He scanned you for injuries but found none. Your eyebags weren't too dark, so you weren't sleep-deprived. He didn't know what else to look for. It was troubling him greatly. Sometimes he'd wish he had Cassandra's ability to read people and Dick's ability to comfort. It would make situations like these so much easier.
"You are slower than usual."
You're making him worry.
"I am aware." The remark comes out more bitter than you intended.
Now he'll worry about you even more.
You descend into silence again, his contemplative and yours due to your thoughts as you stare at each other.
Look at what you did, he won't be focused on patrol anymore and could get killed because of you. You couldn't just assure him you were fine, could you? You just had to make him worry. Some Al-Ghul Wayne you are. You don't even deserve those titles.
Having enough of the staring contest, you head to the showers, leaving Damian to stare at your back as you walk away. Usually you'd tell him what was wrong. What was troubling you so greatly?
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You were in your room, staring at the ceiling. The others had left minutes, maybe hours ago? You were supposed to go on patrol with them, but Damian must've mentioned your odd behavior. No one came to get you.
They probably forgot about you. After all, you don't bring anything to the team other than numbers. They don't need you. You're just a body that gets in the way. If you died, they wouldn't even notice. They'd be happier, they wouldn't have to deal with a disappointment.
You were used to these thoughts. You heard them all the time. They got louder when you were alone, and more vicious.
You have extra pills, use them. Don't be a coward. Help out your family. They won't have to witness your inevitable death due to your stupidity or drag your incompetent self's corpse back to the cave. Damian will be so much happier and won't have to spend time thinking about you, his useless inferior twin. No wonder your grandfather and mother thought you to be an extra. You're unwanted, always have been. An unfortunate accident. Rid the world of yourself. That is the best thing you'll ever accomplish.
You sit up and shuffle to the side of the bed, catching the time. 3 am. You have time. Turning, you hoist yourself out of bed and go to the bathroom. You flick on the lights and head to the sink, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your hair is a little ruffled and your eyebags have become more apparent. You stare at yourself in the mirror, and dead eyes stare back.
Look at you, pathetic.
You open the mirror and grab the pill bottle. Popping it open, you don't give yourself time to rethink. The pills spill out onto your hand and you pour them into your mouth. You open another pill bottle and put some of those pills in the empty bottle, to make it harder to determine what you took and how to help. You seal both bottles and put them back. As you head to pass out on your bed, feeling woozy from the pills, all you can think is-
Finally.
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Damian's listening to his family banter via coms when a feeling of dread crawls up his spine. He scans his surroundings, finding nothing. It must just be his paranoia.
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Everyone returns from patrol and after showering, Damian sprints up the stairs to check on his sister. The rest of the family throws each other questioning glances. Damian usually didn't rush out of the cave that quickly.
He knocks on your door and calls out your name. No response. He knocks more insistently this time and calls your name louder. No response. He puts his ear up against the door. Silence. He doesn't hear anything, not even the almost silent breathing you'd both mastered years ago.
"I'm coming in!" He shouts in warning.
He opens the door to find you prone on the ground right beside your bed. Shocked, he examines the room. No sign of a break-in. He rushes to your side and turns you onto your stomach. Your chest is barely moving. Your skin looks pale. He places two fingers on your neck and gently applies pressure. Faint pulse. He lets out a sigh of relief. His hands are shaking and his breaths are uneven. He's panicking. He knows he has no time to panic, that if he waits any longer you could die. 'Do something!' He urges himself. 'She barely has a pulse, move!' But he can't. He can't do anything other than sit there and remember how you'd been sparing earlier, your pulse slightly elevated and breathing controlled. Audible. Proof of your life.
Your skin had color, and sweat was glistening on your skin. Your eyes had been open and lively, though less so than usual. You had spoken to him. You had showered and gone upstairs. There's a bright light in his peripheral that he hadn't noticed before due to his panic. It's then that he realizes it's coming from the bathroom. The door is open and the light is on. It's then that his body decides to cooperate.
"Help! Help!" He screams at the top of his lungs. His voice breaks in between the words.
The more he stays there, monitoring your faint breaths, the worse his mind spirals. He knows he should be doing something, but he can't bring himself to do anything but stare and think. Even with all his training, it never prepared him for this. He'd always known there was a possibility you'd die apart. He'd expected it would happen on the battlefield, not in the safety of their home. He hadn't expected to be the one to find you, his sister, barely holding on to life when she went to her room earlier and he left for patrol.
He doesn't notice he's crying until a tear drips from his cheek and onto your body. He focuses on your face. You're smiling. The tears start pouring out faster. This wasn't a mistake, this was intentional.
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Cass had gone to check on Damian, seeing the anxiety in his body language since they got back to the cave. She had not expected to hear him screaming for help. She immediately took note of the terror in his voice, the desperation. Her body tensed up and she ran to Damian, finding him sobbing hysterically and hyperventilating next to your body. She jumped into action.
"Father." She said. Damian jumped, not hearing her come in, but did as requested.
Cass replaced Damian at your side. Thundering footsteps were heard from the hallway. They were heading for your room.
"What happened? The brat was running like his life depended on it-"
Jason froze in the doorway. "Oh." Analyzing the scene, he was starting to panic as well.
Seconds later, Bruce and Damian arrived with Alfred and Dick on their heels.
"Dick! Call 911. Damian, get AED on standby and Narcan. Do we have any idea what caused this?"
"Bathroom." Bruce rushed to your bathroom. The mirror was open and contained various pill bottles, each for a different injury you had at some point. Unlike the neatness of your room, the pill bottles were tipped over and disorganized. Bruce took out the bottles one by one, searching for something that could help him find out what you took. An empty bottle, an open bottle, anything. How could he let this happen to his daughter? Was he so busy with his duties as Batman and Bruce Wayne that he forgot to even check on his daughter? When was the last time he had talked to her for longer than a minute about something other than school or training? When was the last time he asked about her?
The EMTs showed up and took you away on a stretcher. They couldn't do much since they were unsure of what pill you took, though they were shocked when they saw just how many pill bottles you had ("Oh she's just clumsy like her father and needs medication a lot!" They bought it.). As you were taken away, they couldn't help but feel useless. They were vigilantes, yet they couldn't help a family member. What did that say about them?
At the hospital, your family was forced to wait until you were cleared to have visitors. No one spoke, they couldn't. The waiting room air was tense with anxious silence. How did they not notice? How didn't they see you were hurting? Why did you feel this way? Why would you do this? You were their family, why didn't you tell them?
"Wayne?" A doctor called, startled when the group of panicking vigilantes shot up.
They followed her down the hall to your room. Rather than entering, she turned to the group.
"We tried everything we could, but we were unable to get the drugs out of their system before they took effect. Whatever she took was too strong. I'm so sorry for your loss."
No. No. This couldn't be happening. No way. Their sister. His daughter. His granddaughter. Gone. Just like that. She had just been alive, they had seen her this morning. She was alive before patrol. He'd seen her before he left. She bid him goodnight and went up the stairs. How could this have happened? How did they let this happen?
They stood there frozen, absorbing the news. Alfred's hand flew to his mouth as he tried to contain his tears. His usually composed exterior slowly breaking. Bruce was standing there rigid, face blank as he took in reality. Dick was paralyzed in shock, tears brimming in his eyes. Jason's ears were ringing as he just stared at the door to the room. Cass’s face was blank, the only indication she was affected was her balled fists. Tim was frozen in disbelief. Damian stood there, tears cascading down his cheeks as he tried to hold them back and remain strong, his hands balled into fists. How could she do this to them? How could she? How did he not notice?
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The body was buried in the Wayne family cemetery.
The carcass that held her soul was not her. Damian knew she could be brought back. Her body may not have been her, but it contained her, trapped her to the Earth. All he had to do was take the body. Simple enough, if only Bruce wasn't so paranoid after one of his children had awoken from the grave, alone and scared. He set up an alarm system that would go off if anyone even grazed the casket. Unfortunately his plan will be a bit more difficult than he originally thought.
He set the cameras on loop after returning from patrol. Damian knew his father would be too tired from grief and running around Gotham to check on him, and trusted him enough now that he was older to not sneak out. In any case, he still stuffed the bed with pillows, taking care to mold them as if they were his body. He also wore all black, just in case. And of course, he couldn't forget to deactivate the casket's alarm.
He dug, heaving the dirt to the side and kept digging. An hour passed. A sheen of sweat collecting on his brow, and he finally uncovered the casket. Using a crowbar (hehe), he pried it open, revealing the (unsurprisingly) still cold body (Bruce wouldn't spare any expenses, not for his daughter). You looked exactly as you had the day he found you, beside the clothes. You were dresses in a lovely white dress, exuding innocence.
Damian almost scoffed, as he did the first time he saw it.
You would've hated it. Hated the implications. You were an assassin trained from birth, a cold hearted killer, even if you had left that life behind. You weren't some soft, docile thing. You were far from innocent. Perhaps blinded by grief, their father forgot who she was in life, solely focused on her death.
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You woke with a start, your eyes snapping open to see green.
You instinctively inhale, only to find you can't. Liquid fills you lungs and you heave, body scrambling to grab onto something, anything, but your hands only find liquid. Panicked, you flail, fighting, and something shoots out of your hand. It becomes something solid, and you push off it and your head breaks the surface. You retch the liquid out and find your way to solid ground, sucking in greedy breaths. The room spins. You can hear shouting coming from nearby, but you're too out of it to make out what's being said.
"Sister!" Damian materializes at your side, hands hovering, unsure of how you'd react to his touch after your struggle to free yourself from the pit.
"D-Damian?" You cough, your throat hoarse from the liquid and disuse. You take the time to look around, adrenaline fading. You see the green of the lazarus pit and immediately whip your head around to look at him, a strand of light blue in your hair he hadn't noticed before. "Damian. You. Did. Not." Your eyes glow a light blue, the ground you were on turning to ice. You jump back, momentarily distracted from your rage. "Was that... was that me?"
Damian stares at the ice, then at you. Your eyes are still glowing that light blue color that matches a strand of your hair, frost oozing from your hands. "Sister..."
"Damian, how could you do this to me? I was happy." Your eyes flashed blue again.
"You were dead." His monotone delivery did not help your anger.
"Exactly! I was dead, and you can't be a bother when you're dead!"
"You were never a bother!" Damian snaps. "You were- are my sister! You are my blood sister and twin, and you never bothered me. You are not an imbecile like Grayson, or useless like Drake. You are my sister whom I grew up with. We fought and bled together. You never did, and never will bother me."
You tremble slightly. His passionate speech takes you aback. You knew he cared for you, but he wasn't the type to express it so openly. Neither were you, with the way you were both raised.
He pulls you to him and wraps his arms around you. "Everything will be fine sister. You will be fine." You tense, unused to the contact, and you can tell he isn't entirely comfortable either, with the awkward way he holds you. The one thing you both still struggled with was physical affection, but he was trying for your sake. He squeezes you tightly, as if he's trying to hold you together and prevent you from shattering with all the thoughts and emotions running through you, or prevent you from returning back to the dead.
After a few moments, you shove away from him. "No! I won't be fine! Damian, you brought me back from the dead with the lazarus pit! You know what it did to Jason! You know what it did to grandfather! And you know father will be furious!"
"He'll live. And you have not shown any signs of pit madness, just a meta ability. You are not Jason or Grandfather." He looks, and sounds, completely calm.
"I can't believe this. Do they even know?" You ask desperately, hoping for something, though you're not sure what. Maybe you're hoping this is some cruel joke, or that the others didn't allow this.
"No they do not. But they will."
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You return to Gotham with Damian, and end up in a run down apartment building. You're surprised people still live here. You're wearing some discreet league clothes as you and Damian stand in front of an apartment. He knocks and you both wait a moment before the peep hole opens. A greenish-blue eye stares at Damian for a moment, then flicks to you and blinks.
The door slams open. "What the fuck?!" Jason exclaims. His eyes stay on you, eyes clinging to the light blue streak in your hair that matches his white one. "No fucking way Damian!" He growls and both of his hands land on Damian's shoulders, squeezing hard. "You did not resurrect your sister after all the shit you saw me go through!"
Damian stands there blankly, staring at him. From this close up, he can see the eyebags under Damian's eyes, and how thin his face looks. He looks paler than usual, and Jason quickly lets him go. He stares at you again, anger fading for a moment and making way for a mix of sadness and relief. He tugs you into the tightest hug you've been given in your life. Tears brim in his eyes, and through his fury, he can't help but feel a bit grateful to Damian. Grateful he was able to bring back their sister and regift her the life Jason would make sure she would learn to cherish, with Damian's assistance.
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Heyy so it's probably been 2 years since I received this ask... I'm going to try and answer all the asks I have in my inbox and pray writers block doesn't smack me in the face. I'm not sure how happy I am with the ending but I hope you guys enjoyed it!
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In a corner of Gaza, my family and I are drowning in destruction, with the echoes of suffering surrounding us. I sat beside my modest tent, hastily erected after losing my home in the latest bombing. The faces of my family tell stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched upon them, as if they were records of unforgettable events. 🇵🇸⏳🍉
I once lived in a small home, filled with the laughter and voices of my children. Today, I have become a witness to the agony of displacement. The bombing forced me to flee with my children after a shell struck our home, leaving behind years of memories and simple belongings I never imagined would become unreachable. 🏚️💨
Every morning, I leave my tent and go to work, using a clay oven to provide food for my children. Meanwhile, my youngest son heads to the charity kitchens that offer aid, waiting for long hours under Gaza’s scorching sun. Despite the exhaustion that weighs down his frail body, he carries the food mixed with his tears and returns with a fake smile, hiding behind it the burdens of his struggles. 🍞🥀
At night, when everyone else is asleep, I remain seated at the entrance of my tent, gazing at the dark sky, reminiscing about days gone by… about my home that was once filled with warmth. Yet, I still find remnants of hope in my heart—a hope that one day peace will return, and my children and I will live in a new home, filled with joy. 🌙🏡✨
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I physically need Jason Todd to have several popular accounts as a reviewer of, honestly, anything.
New article in Gotham Gazette? A famous five-star reviewer already wrote a comment on what unethical methods the writer had used, along with debunking the rest of the article. And guess what? It has more likes than the original post.
New restaurant opened? Another famous critique just finished polishing a very detailed post regarding everything inside it — the decor, the cooking techniques, the service (he almost never picks up on waiters, though). It is so on the spot that, honestly, the owners can't even argue with the review.
New movie? Uh-uh, be sure you write your characters properly. New vigilante? Get detailed information on your methods of work and fighting style — and, hey, it might be even useful. New book? Be careful, someone is about to kick your ass on the Internet, unless written worthy.
The funniest part? No one assumes that it is the same person.
And the batfamily? Well, they have no time for this. Expect for... Tim.
Tim, sending a link to Vale's article: Hood. Drag her ass.
Jason: lol
Jason: give me, like, an hour–
Tim: Had I told you you are my favourite?
Jason: i might have an idea, yeah
Tim: Hood. The new restaurant is so ass. They are also homophobic and stared at me and Kon the whole evening like we killed someone. Do something.
Jason: sec
(The restaurant gets closed in, like, two days after that)
Tim: Jason. Bruce pisses me off this week.
Jason: LOL
Jason: wake up, birdie, the new article shitting on Batman's technics just dropped
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If by some miracle sweet potato Hitler doesn't win come the end of the week, this won't be necessary, but should he win here are some of the first things to be aware of or do.
If you know a trans person, no you don't. Respect them as best you can in private but you know nothing in public.
Be aware that TikTok will likely be banned, find new platforms to spread information. Fuck Twitter and what ever tiktok replacement he's working on.
Learn to Garden, even in winter so you can feed yourself should prices skyrocket
Get an air purifier. The Clean Air Act is likely to be stripped of its power with the EPA deregulated, air quality is going to suffer
Should you have kids, try to supplement history/social studies education. That's the first place they will attack, if you need help ask, history teacher will help
Try and do what you can to be aware of your health before January.
Help one another. That's the best way we can move forward and make change in the future.
*gripping your shoulders and shaking you* you gotta promise me one thing, if nothing else. you have to promise me to live, do you hear me. and if it's for nothing else but spite, LIVE. donald trump wants you to feel defeated and alone. let's show him and all the americans who voted for him that we will not stay quiet, we will not be devided and we will LIVE. we will survive that 78-year old asshole, we will OUTLIVE him. so please reach out to friends and family, reach out to each other and STAND TOGETHER.
Read and buy books on feminism, anti-racism, pro-lgbt
Attend drag shows
Don't skip any of your classes
Read and buy history books
Find your out-of-state networks
Learn to carry cash
Get birth control solutions
Support the Biden/Harris administration
Postpone large purchases and save money
Be careful of what you say online, like un-ambiguous attacks against the incoming administration, especially in spaces that contain your full name or personal information
If this sort of weight-based medical bias happens to any of y'all, politely tell the doctor (during your visit) that you want them to write in your file that they are refusing ordering tests for you because of your current weight. This usually causes them to order the test anyways because they do NOT want a malpractice suit. Remember: You want to make a paper trail to hold them accountable.
Ages(probably not accurate, just go with it please): Alfred (Immortal), Bruce (45-ish), Barbara (30), Dick (29), Cass (26), Jason (26), Stephanie (21), Tim (20), Reader (18), Damian (16)
Warning(s): cursing, explosions (not detailed), speak of poison and poisoning, (very) minor violence
Part 2 of this headcannon
A/N: Sorry this took so long 😭. So in the preview I posted I said I'd try using third person and they/them pronouns. It hasn't been working out which is why I didn't post this sooner, I'm sooooo sorry :( I've switched it back to using you because I figured it's still inclusive. Hope you guys enjoy this tho! I’m ngl I had a heart attack bc I thought this draft got lost to the void and I was abt to post it.
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Your boots pounded ferociously on the concrete as you ran and made a sharp right turn into another alleyway. He wasn't far behind you, it would only be a matter of time before you were caught. You had to lose him, fast. Your heart beat against your ribcage, your breaths came out in pants from your nose. You were sweating, and not just from the physical effort. Despite being a trained assassin, you were nervous. Getting caught would change everything, but you were confident in your abilities. However, that did little to stop the lingering feeling of dread you felt every time he got a little too close. You sped up and turned right again into a narrow alley. The Red Hood, who was chasing you, did not expect this and couldn’t slow down, and passed the alley. Frustrated, he backpedaled and ran down the alley he saw you go into.
He reached the end of the alley and slowed to a stop. The alleyway opened up to an empty street, and there was no sign of you anywhere. All he saw was the odd stains on the alley’s walls, a dumpster, and garbage bags strewn about. He lost you.
“Fuck!” He exclaimed, then kicked the dumpster for good measure.
You jolted in your hiding spot, hopeful he wouldn’t notice the extra weight when he kicked it. Your heart began pounding harder, as if it was trying to escape your body, if he found you, you honestly thought it might. Blood rushed in your ears as you waited with bated breaths. Would he open it? Find you? Compromise everything you’ve worked so hard for? You wouldn’t go down without a fight, but with the Lazarus pit in his blood and not much of it in yours, you doubted you’d be able to take him with strength alone. You’d have to be smart about it, as always. Though you didn’t know how your poisons would affect someone the Lazarus pit had such a strong hold on, you’d stupidly never tried it before. You doubt your mother or grandfather would’ve approved of it, as they would’ve been the ones you tested it on (never Damian, you’d never do that to your precious little sibling), but the knowledge would’ve been helpful at the moment. You desperately hoped that he wouldn’t find you, so you wouldn’t have to find out on him. You didn’t want to kill him after all, he’s a part of Damian’s new family. You couldn't ruin your little sibling's chance at a family, at least one of you could find happiness.
After agonizing moments that seemed like years with your overactive brain, you heard him mutter a few more profanities and his footsteps receded. You held your breath as you waited and observed the sounds you heard. Water dripped from somewhere, most likely a roof, and then rustling. Your heart began to pound harder, assuming he was searching, only for you to hear a quiet ‘meow’ and instantly relax. Once you were sure no one was there, you carefully lifted the dumpster lid and peeked. No one. Perfect. You slinked out of the dumpster and grimaced at the smell. Gross, yes, but it worked. It wasn't by far the worst place you've hidden in, but you'd definitely need to shower as soon as you got back to your hideout. The things you do for this job. You trudged in the direction of your current main base of operations, taking great care to stay out of everyone's sight, especially Oracle's.
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That was your first run-in with Red Hood. It took him longer than expected to figure out what was going on. Took him even longer to find you. You didn't mind though, it gave you more time to work with. It wouldn't be long before Red Hood kept failing to catch you and decided to involve the Big Bad Bat, though. With Batman would come Robin, then Red Robin, and then Nightwing. If Robin found out, it would ruin the whole plan.
The plan was simple, really. Take over Gotham's underground unnoticed, gather members and create a gang, find a perfect time to cause a gang war to distract the Batfamily, and then Talia would initiate her plans to take over Gotham while the bats are busy. Well, that's what the agreed plan was. You'd always been a loose cannon. Since Red Hood had been so close to catching you, the "unnoticed" part had been foiled, albeit a bit later than anticipated.
"Hey boss, what brings you in today?" Your loyal henchman, Hopper asked you.
"We've got a job to do. Grab some explosives. We're sending a message."
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“These places feel haunted.” Willow, another one of your most trusted henchmen, said as she placed one of the four explosives into place.
“It’s probably the Joker’s victims’ souls, he loves warehouses, like typical villains. Maybe they’re here to warn us, ‘Don’t go into the basement, that’s where we’re buried!’. Or maybe they’ll kill us, who knows.”
“This isn’t a joke, you’re scaring me Tina!”
“You guys done?” You ask impatiently, but reluctantly slightly amused.
“Yup.”
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"Seven simultaneous explosions have just been spotted around the perimeter of the city."
"Head to the site closest to your current location. If you're paired with someone, split up. Oracle, call in Nightwing and Red Hood if possible. Do not engage with anyone, survey the damage only. "
"Yes sir!" Chirped Spoiler.
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After two hours, at 3 am, everyone returned to the cave.
“I take everything I said about explosions back, I hate explosives.”
“Welcome to the club, Timmy! I’ve hated explosives ever since-”
A chorus of groans resonated throughout the batcave, “We know, Jason!”
“You’re not special Todd, most of us here have died in one way or another.”
“Yeah but have you-”
As Damian and Jason began bickering and the whole group headed to the lockers, Dick pulled Bruce aside.
“B, I didn’t want to say this in front of the others, but I think something bigger is going on. I found these objects around the warehouse I investigated.”
Batman took the bag Nightwing offered and observed the strange objects. Metal letters. Two A’s, one I, one L, and one T.
“It spells Talia.” He observes.
“She would never do something like that if she was behind it, and she wouldn’t leave a calling card, especially not in that form.”
"I know. Hmm. The damage seemed deliberate. It only destroyed the warehouses on the edge of the city. It caused minimal to no damage to surrounding properties."
"You're saying whoever did this is sending a message, about Talia." Nightwing inquired.
"Precisely."
“But who would do this? And why would they warn us? And what exactly are they warning us about? They must be close to her to have an idea of what she’s planning.”
“We’re going to find out.” He says, then turns to Tim, who had just exited the lockers. "Red Robin, check all security footage at all explosion sites and around them, report back all your findings."
Red Robin nods and heads to the Batcomputer to get to work.
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Dun dun dunnnnn! So how'd you like it? It's been a while since I've wrote anything and it's because I hit a MAJOR writing block. Hope you enjoyed! I was fighting with these tags fr
Jason Todd can kill a man with his bare hands, but with you, they're as delicate as possible, like you're a porcelain doll, able to crack at the slightest touch.
His fingers hover over your skin, a light as a feather you would think you were imagining things. He's cautious, carful, thoughtful.
Everything else in his life has broke. Even him. But not you, never you. You can't. You're untouched. Perfect, never to do wrong. He worshipped you like a goddess, like you created heaven and earth.
And you did.
You created his earth. His world. You were his heaven. When he died, he swore he saw you. You were his everything, his reason, his purpose, his love, his hope.
He was so in love it hurt. Every look shared between you, his mind swirled with possibilities. He couldn't live if something happened to you because of him. He couldn't live without his world.
It was an odd place to be stuck in. Scared of staying, scared of leaving. He kept his distance. Touches were never long. Lips ghost against yours. It's like he's never fully there. Every night, the cold side that was suppose to be his haunted you.
It's hard to love a ghost. It's like being in love with a figment of your imagination. You find yourself questioning if he's even real. Every time he comes home, he proves to you that he is.
That brought upon its own set of questions, heart crying out for more of what it was deprived. Were you not enough reason to stay? Were you not enough? Was he yours like you were his?
You felt like the moon, forever revolving around the Earth, compelled to, even. Always at a safe distance, longing for more. That is, until one night.
He comes home, smashing his helmet to the wall. The landlord won't like that, but a problem for another day. Without thinking he crashes into your arms, head buried into your chest.
The Earth crashed into the moon. Hell will follow, you both knew that. But it didn't matter. You had him. He had you. that was enough.
