DC Masterlist 1 #Batfam

I’ve concocted a set of Masterlists and this Part 1 is Batfam related posts that I’ve written so far which hopefully makes my Shiz easier to navigate. I also hope you like my writing but hey, I’m truly thankful you decided to check it out either way.

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General Batfam:

Headcanons:

> Batboys Introducing S/O to their Teams

> Batboys Kissing their S/O Before Patrol

> Batboys with Jealous S/O

> Tim and Damian Dating Twins

Batmom:

Imagines:

> Bruce Wayne Drabble

> Dick Grayson Drabble

> Jason Todd Drabble

> Tim Drake Drabble

> Damian Wayne Drabble

> Barbara Gordon Drabble

> Stephanie Brown Drabble

> Cassandra Cain Drabble

Bat-Sis:

Imagines:

> Older Batsis: Maturity

> Older Batsis: Birds

> Older Batsis: Beats

> Older Batsis: Wally West

> Younger Batsis: The Talk

> Younger Batsis: Fight Club

Headcanons:

> Being the Oldest Bat Sibling

> Older Bat-Sis: Brothers Best Friend

> 4-6 Year Old Bat-Sis

Bruce Wayne / Batman:

Imagines:

> Secretary of Wayne Enterprises

Dick Grayson / Nightwing:

Imagines:

> Training, Training 2, Training 3

> UnreQUITed, UnreQUITed 2, UnreQUITed 3, UnreQUITed 4

> Partners

> Dating and Replacing

> What If

> Meeting Your Heroes

🎃 Halloween Pranks

Headcanons:

> Dating Dick Grayson

> Dick speaking Romani with his S/O

Jason Todd / Red Hood:

Imagines:

> Should’ve, Should’ve 2, Should’ve 3

> Sitter

> Loyalty

> Only One

> Family and Fiancé

> The Arrangement

> Dyed

> Human

> Un-retirement

> Handcuffs

> Guests

> Badass

> Engravings

> Paint Job

Headcanons:

> Dating Jason Todd

> Jason’s Girlfriend being like a Sister to Damian

> Saying I Love You

Tim Drake / Red Robin:

Imagines:

> Power Outage

> Bachelorette

> First Time For Everything

> Cards

> Bouncer

Headcanons:

> Dating Tim Drake

> Watching Detective Shows with Tim

> With a Shy/Badass S/O

> Batgirl! Reader

Damian Wayne / Robin:

Imagines:

> Lost, Lost 2, Lost 3

> Insult To Injury

> Over-Protective

> Late

> Old Acquaintances

Headcanons:

> Dating Damian Wayne

> Full Relationship

> Damian as a Father

> Supergirl! Reader

> Studying with Damian

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[ Masterlist 2 ]

Buy me a Kofi? ☕️

~ Jessica

Jason Todd: Venice

Summary: In which a morning on a balcony becomes more meaningful than Jason ever thought.

Warnings: None

A/N: A little drabble whilst I had the time, I’m trying, I promise I’m trying to get back into it.

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Only in your most idilic of daydreams could you ever picture yourself with a view like this, and even then, when the world was ruthlessly cold and bloody, such calming trances were a rarity.

The stilled moment you were currently indulging however, more than compensated for that, this at least, was very real. The soft morning sunlight bathed your skin in a golden glow and painted a warmth across your body that weaved deep into your soul and in complete honesty, you couldn’t help the words that flowed from your lips like honey, smooth and melodic as selfish as they may be.

"This is what I want.” You paused, knowing you now held the undivided attention of your admirer who would forever deny such a thing - with a breathless sigh, you elaborated in response to his silent quirk of inquiry.

“As simplistic as it seems. Waking up to a beautiful view of ancient architecture everyday with a coffee and a patisserie from the bakery around the corner is my idea of contentment. I feel like I can breathe freely, not a care in the world..."

"What's stopping you?" His voice came off as curious, an underlying restraint there that caused you to tilt your head toward him with a smirk he’d grown to either fear or adore, depending on your mood.

"You."

Honest and simple.

Just how he liked you, yet this contradicted that liking - his brows furrowed in a way that suggested he was angry, yourself knowing it better as a facade for guilt. The one he always carried with him through no fault of his own, it was purely the nature of Jason Todd - to blame himself for things that are out of his control, for him to see himself as the problem.

Like many little things regarding him though, over time you’d learned to remedy such doubts, words of affirmation whispered under varying degrees of intimacy or as orders in the war zone you called both ‘home’. It mattered neither way, you would continue this cycle until he understood his invaluable worth to you.

"I know what you're thinking Jason, if anyone else would've said that, you would’ve bit their head off by now - saying something like 'I never asked you to stick around!’ or ‘Don't let me hold you back!' before storming off. Am I right?" You hummed thoughtfully, trying your best to accentuate his deeper vocals compared to your own.

"..."

Contrary to popular belief, his silence spoke volumes as did the diversion of gaze to the gorgeous romanticised streets below your balcony rather than allow himself to display his silent defeat. You were, in fact, incredibly accurate in your assumption. But like always, you had escaped his brash judgments, just as you’d done his lax hold earlier that morning.

"But that's not what I meant Jason."

Daring sapphires flicked back to your relaxed form, a hand sifting through your hair as you greeted the sun with a smile that’d forever enamour him. Yet another claim he’d kept buried under sarcastic retorts.

"Did you ever consider that my life would be boring without you in it? This place is everything I escape to, a vision of bliss compared to what we do but I'd rather be fighting by your side than sat on a balcony wondering if you're okay 24/7. I've always believed that the connections you forge are more meaningful than anything, coffee isn't going to wipe my tears or cook me dinner is it?"

You turned back to him now, expectant lift of an eyebrow contradicting the sentimentality that laced your precious dedication - it earned a breathy scoff of amusement from the man, the once-dead-vigilante who was bathed in sin and wore the title ‘Damned Prince of Gotham’.

A namesake you thought suited him well, he was just as addictive as the terror-ridden City, if not more so. A Prince to lead you down a path of darkness and become a light all at the same time, one you felt compelled to follow once seduced by everything Jason Todd. Yet, he had the audacity to smirk at you, bemused gaze travelling over the expanse of your skin before meeting your irises with an intensity that’s set your soul on fire - maybe your own burning ashes were the light you were trailing? You’d never know, nor did you actively want to.

Instead you drifted back to the balconys’ enchanting showcase, haphazard lilt to your wistful voice as you spoke again.

"Besides...”

Jason’s blaze dwindled temporarily, replaced by an innocent intrigue that he always seemed to bestow you with, a sight rare to most as his battle scarred walls were completely nonexistent in fragile moments such as these. That alone crafted a mischievous air to your beguiling tone, a calm and unfiltered challenge to it that left Jason undoubtably glowing like a rosy flame.

“You're apart of the view too, aren't you?"

Dick Grayson: Fine Cuisine

Summary: Fluff

• Dick is unprepared for a family meal but your offer your fine expertise and have the whole family asking questions about you.

Warnings: Mature language

A/N: Hello lovlies! I’ve missed you all so much, I hope this helps a bit and there’s so much more I could add onto this so please enjoy and lemme know how you all are~

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It started with a family dinner.

As many curious situations do in retrospect, but with a family of vigilantes whose relationship ties have frayed, intermingled and been resewn makes for more interesting get-togethers compared to most.

One thing they could all agree on though? Dick Grayson cannot cook.

"I can't believe that, they just assume it's going to end in a takeout?" Came your amused voice as you placed a coffee on your kitchen island that Dick was currently seated - or rather slumped at.

"It's because the last two times I've hosted something like this, takeout has saved my ass." The ravenette embarrassingly clarifies, voice trailing off toward the end and did his best to avoid looking at you.

Dick Grayson was technically a neighbour, albeit living a few floors below your more lavish (and expensive) apartment suite. After moving into the complex on the same day, you quickly excavated the common ground to build a solid foundation for friendship - as such, meet-ups like these became a regular thing, switching apartments each time.

"Then, I'll help you out." You proudly confirmed, gesturing to your grand kitchen which was the sole reason you’d brought the place - one of the many things Dick envied about your luxurious living area compared to the standardised version of his own, though on an Officers salary he couldn’t afford something like this.

"Ah (Y/n) no, I can't let you do that!” Came his instant reply, hands waving defensively as he adamantaly brainstormed another excuse. “Plus you'll be working that night."

"True, but that doesn't mean I can't set you up beforehand. We'll start tomorrow, I'll teach you a recipe."

Damian Wayne: Lost - Part 3

Warnings: Mentions of gore

Request: Lost part 3 requests, and this is the last part.

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~ Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~

It was undetermined how long it had been, everything was blearily aside from the excitement displayed by the surrounding Titans. Damian released a pained groan, finding bandages encasing his torso, the ones centimetres from his heart stained with blood which caused him to wince at the connotations of it.

"Dami! You're awake!" Came the upbeat tone of his brother, Dick proudly taking a seat on Damian's bed albeit fully aware of avoiding contact with him as to not overwhelm.

"Where's (Y/n)?" It was automatic, also slightly demanding, he'd caught fleeting glimpses of everyone else during his lapses of semiconsciousness and it was the last question they'd think he'd ask - the location of his almost murderer. Yet it was the most important thing to him, like it had been for years now.

"(Y/n) tried to kill you so we arrested-"

"Not Arkham..." Damian's tone was dangerous, instaneously cutying Nightwing off at the mention of imprisonments with his brother already deemed in the wrong for his potential actions.

"No, the local police station for now. You needed time to recover which you’ve done rather well actually.”

"(Y/n) was under the control of HIVE, and if you haven't noticed my injury may've been close to my heart but it didn't strike it nor any other major organs or arteries - it was in the least lethal place it could've pierced. Doesn't that say something? Despite the relentless psychotic orders, (Y/n) fought it for months and didn't severely injure any of us during that time, you can't imagine the mental tolerance that took, you didn't see it. And you throw them into a cell?!" Damian’s voice was venomous, a tone he’d rarely ever equip in a serious manner but after seeing how it had gradually degraded your state he hadn’t the need to sugarcoat his words.

"We tried to help, but (Y/n) demanded we arrest them until they figured themselves out. They wouldn’t let us visit or make contact or update them on the situation despite our attempts." Dick justified though guilt was evident, automatically blaming himself for the failure even if it was entirely your decision.

"And you let them?! This is exactly why I can't trust any of you when I'm gone. Don't let (Y/n) act on emotional impulse! Idiots!" Admittedly he wasn’t truly angry at his team, now filtering to a remprimanding tone that’d be used in daily conversation which eased their worries at least.

"Damian, we didn't know how you two worked, we couldn't replace you nor the way you'd advise them. (Y/n) thought they'd killed you, they couldn't forgive themselves for that so I suggest you visit as soon as possible."

That's what he did, although his discovery was less than pleasant. Your restraints were unlocked, cell empty and officers had no explanation as to how you'd escaped or evaded further capture. Upon his return to Titans Tower, he'd checked the reports on the shared system to search for those of peculiar interest and his assumption was correct - HIVE had lost its influence, various bases had been destroyed within a week and members of alternating hierarchy had been brought into custody anonymously.  This was your abstract form of justice for what they did to you, for what they forced you to do for them and this was your sweet revenge. Damian was purely grateful that you'd done it in the right way, if the tables were turned, he wasn't sure what lengths he'd be willing to reach in order to avenge someone he loved. But he supposed you were doing right by his memory, and your true self.

It became his new objective, to find you. Now it shouldn't be difficult, he'd decided to make it a solo mission as to not overwhelm you with his teammates who had spent the last few days tirelessly searching for you. Accepting the fact he was alive would surely be shocking enough let alone the missed chances of reuniting that the team wanted.

However he knew you better than them, like he always had, although he was simply a few minutes behind your trail of destruction - each time missing you by only moments, having you slip through his fingers each and every time.

Instead, he would treat it as game, like those you’d played together albeit out of rivalry rather than contempt but nonetheless, thinking 3 steps ahead of your routine lead him to a rumoured HIVE association that had yet to be infiltrated.

Just like in your games, he was able to corner you this time too, appearing from the shadows as you evaluated the perimeter from an opposing rooftop. His unprecedented silhouette startled you, instinctively taking an offensive stance before the reflective light of the city illuminated his features and it’s like you were struggling for breath in that fire all over again.

“No... I can’t... I killed you...” It came out as mere stammering, disbelief evident in both posture and expression like you’d seen that of a ghost. Which in this case, you thought you had.

“(Y/n), the wound wasn’t fatal - I’ve got the scar and Dicks medical records as proof, you didn’t kill me. I’m here.” Robin halted his approach the moment you tensed, holding his hands up in defence whilst urging the sincerity in his tone over the distance like a wave.

“You think I’m that naive? You could be a shapeshifter or a figment of my imagination, of everything we’ve seen it’s certainly plausible.” Came your brash reply, notably carrying false confidence as you desperately scoured the young hero for any sighs of trickery in your less than composed state.

“As much as I’d like to argue and say that you’re being an imbecile, your point is valid.” The teen painfully sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose prior to offering a deadpan gaze once more.

“Right, so prove it however you wish - whilst keeping this distance.” The blade swivelled in your hand, using it to gesture between the two of you when necessary in your proposal to which ‘Robin’ accepted.

Damian thought for a moment, quickly skipping past trivial instances you’d shared that might elect a sense of nostalgia personal enough to reestablish the trust in each other. In the end, he took a glance at the time reading 1:24am and a blissful smile graced his lips.

“Good morning (Y/n).”

The gesture essentially was commonplace in everyday life, yet to in the chaotic friendship you shared, it conveyed more than reminisce - it resurfaced every failed greeting, every sarcastic comeback and argument you’d manage to get into before breakfast each morning.

All because he didn’t reciprocate a simple kind gesture like a normal person would.

“Nice try, he’d never -“

“Exactly, because you always said it first.” The ravenette cut you off with smug confidence, emphasising the importance of your justification as he slipped off his hood.

The clatter of metal against concrete echoed in the silence of the night, your vision fading into blurred visions as your gaze remained trained upon his approaching figure regardless of the contrasting smile of relief.

With such a weight lifted from your shoulders, the immense shift being too much for your body to comprehend in such a short period of time forced you to collapse into his arms and in that moment, ensuring his scent was similar and the connection you felt whenever you were with hadn’t wavered, you allowed yourself to find a sense of ‘home’ again. The hug was long overdue by both your standards, it was tight and needy because in honesty you were afraid to let go and it lingered a little too long to be regarded as friendly. It was more than that, you knew, but you could only focus on one rhythmic beating at that point.

Damian Wayne, was breathing.

A pleasantry you never thought you’d be so thankful for considering all the instances you’d wished he’d do so far away from you.

“Morning, Damian.” Despite the brokenness lacing the cocky voice you portrayed, the greeting was all to familiar for the both of you in its domesticity.

This time, there was no insolent remark nor arrogant scoff that followed it. Instead, a silent animosity of understanding - you’d both have time to explain your separate experiences properly once you were reunited with the team, and address the last conversation you’d shared with one another prior to this whole situation but until then, you would focus on your original objective.

“Ready to infiltrate a secret base with me like old times?”

“Try to keep up (L/n)!”

It’s like nothing had changed, Damian was still arrogantly annoying.

Then again, you’d feel lost without him wouldn’t you?

Damian Wayne: Caught Out

A/N: Update! 🙌

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8 months and 13 days.

That's how long you had been dating Damian Wayne or Robin as you've come to understand, however this relationship was kept strictly under wraps meaning no one except Damian and yourself knew about it.

You intended to keep it that way in fear Batman would split you up, granted you'd known Damian for a few years after meeting in Gotham Academy at the age of 11 and remained friends up to the age of 16 - that's when he unexpectedly asked you out on a date. He'd also revealed that he was Robin when you were 15 and you had visited the Manor many times giving you the opportunity to meet Alfred, Bruce Wayne and Tim on some rare occasions.

Once you started dating, Damian thought it'd be best to keep it from his family as his 'brothers' could be very testing and having a girlfriend would definitely have negative repercussions in the form of mockery. So you agreed to go along with it, any visit to the manor was purely platonic and he used his role of Robin to sneak away and visit you during patrol. Dates would happen anywhere outside of the Manor or family interventions fortunately for you.

Usually a tap on on your window would signify his arrival, once you'd open it you received a sweet kiss from your boyfriend and hold normal conversation. If you were lucky he would come in and stay for a while, allowing you to remove his mask before you kissed him.

"Beloved, what are you -"  He questioned, your hand slipping through his hold as you reached for his domino mask.

"I want to see your eyes." Upon hearing your reason, he released a sigh and allowed you to do as you pleased. One hand lay on your waist and the other traced circles onto your wrist as your thumbs reached the edge of his make to removed it.

Damian held an expression of both confusion and amusement with a raised eyebrow since he didn't understand the point of your actions but trusted you none the less.

"Don't look at me like that Dami." You muttered and then pulled him in for a kiss which he happily returned and you could feel the smirk on his lips as you did so.

That was the basis of your relationship, no one knew. Though life is full of surprises so it couldn't all be perfect right?

Bruce Wayne: Ladies Man

A/N: A bit of Batman because I don’t have enough on here.

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It was simply a side job, in Gotham such honest living was difficult to come by so when an old friend of the family offered you a waitress position at their bar you couldn't refuse whilst getting through school at 16. Who wouldn't want to earn some cash right? Surprisingly they upheld a few laws, like not letting you serve alcohol but if you remained then it would be something you'd learn among other things.

After 2 years, one interesting thing about the job was the vast variety of customers the bar attracted. You intermingled with the likes of Gotham royalty, both of upper class and the underground depending on the day and being a long term employee meant they remembered your name whether you liked it or not. Unfortunately, due to your uncanny ability to charm just about anyone, you were the pub favourite often requested to serve and the owner adhered to the requests of the wealthy for obvious reason - plus they tipped you generously.

Among these was young bachelor Bruce Wayne, you were on a first name basis with how often his friends came in clubbing. They weren't 21 but money and fake IDs do the talking. Although you cared not for their names, it was Bruce who seemed more mysterious and calculating than he'd ever let on.

Tonight he sat at the bar in contemplation, a member of his group snogging the face off of some lass rather lazily in your opinion.

"I'm surprised you aren't indulging in the same luxuries." You casually addressed your friend, sliding your platter onto the bar and leaning on it beside him gesturing to the aforementioned pair.

"I'm not great at charming women yet. The status does it all for me right now."

"You can't rely on that! You're Bruce Wayne, I expect you to be smooth and have me falling at your feet. What if there's a girl you really like who won't care for your status hm?" He raised a brow at your playful tone, but you'd captured his interest as you usually did unintentionally.

"I don't know, I haven't met one yet."

"Alright then we're going to prepare for that day so she'll be wanting more. C’mon, show me." You patted the bar for emphasis, smirking at his suddenly confused expression.

"Right here, now?"

"Dazzle me." Came your simple yet upbeat response as you gestured him to bring it.

"Okay fine. So uh... you come here often?" Bruce attempted rather awkwardly, leaning against the bar in a way he thought to be seductive as you remained unreadably silent.

"Pfffttt that's the best you've got?" You couldn't hold your laughter for long, head falling into your arms on the bar to stifle them.

"No - no! (Y/n) it's not that funny..." He hummed, lightly nudging your arm to regain your full attention.

"You're right, I just - it was so bad. You're so crap at flirting it hurts!"

"Oh? How would you do it then?" For someone so young, he was challenging and you would be lying if you said you didn't enjoy it.

You ran your hands through your hair, fingers gently grazing his arm with a gentle bite of your lip.

"Now now, we can't have you falling for a mere waitress now can we?"

"You're not just a waitress (Y/n)..." His gaze followed you around the bar as you now learnt over it with a courteous smirk.

"Right there - you watched me walk away, I already have you hooked right?"

"Wait - that didn't - you didn't use a pick up line or anything! How does that even count?" Bruce looked back and forth, stammering once coming to the realisation that you'd charmed him so easily whilst you leaned back to clean a glass.

"Look, chances are that pickup lines are only going to be laughed about and to break the ice anyway, after that you've just gotta be yourself. The people who are worth it will stick around." You gave a haphazard shrug with a genuine smile on your lips and you nodded to the billionaire across from you. It always caught him off guard, the amount of wisdom you held for someone only his age.

"Like you?"

"There are better people in the world than me Bruce Wayne."

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The air was bitter as you stood outside the usually welcome doors of your workplace, ones that remained closed due to recent occurrences. You held the keys and deed between your fingers, fiddling due to the unfamiliar weight of newfound responsibility - the owner was always a mysterious man, striking resemblance to a character from Kingsman adorned with a British accent and designer suits. Even so his death came as a shock, his Will stating that his bar and all its contents be passed on to you even more baffling.

"The only thing you'll catch out here is a cold." A calm but witty voice commented, the man now standing beside you expecting your signature snark.

"What are you doing here?"

"I heard the news, and I thought you might like some company doing this. I know you could handle it but I'm here." Bruce casually answered, your friendship remained constant through the years even if surprising. It seemed you just couldn’t get rid of each other.

"Is it a nightclub? Pub? Restaurant? A combination of all that? Is that even legal? I can't run this place - I don't even know what the hell it is! And the customers - they’re... well, some of them are illegal..." You grimaced at your overwhelmed outburst, palm slipping from the door it once had the intention of opening.

"Hey, why don't you come over to the Manor? I've got the evening free and we can go through it all together, and I'll attempt to lighten you up as we go." You were carefully torn from the door, the millionaire holding your hands in his, the warmth a welcome comfort from the breeze of Gotham.

"The key word in there was 'attempt', wasn't it?" You met his concerned gaze now, tone holding expectant sarcasm despite remaining laced with defeat.

"It has been said that my brooding can get in the way." Bruce responded, hand rubbing the back of his neck out of what you assumed was embarrassment.

"Sounds fun, lead the way oh rich one." You released a half hearted chuckled as the male rolled his eyes, offering his arm to you. However, the foreign soft whisper that followed caught him off guard so much so that he almost made a spelling error on the email currently cancelling tonight’s scheduled meeting.

"And thanks Bruce... for everything."

You spent the night at the Manor, delving into your insecurities and Bruce aided in the business side of things where he could in aid of settling at least some of the worries you had. Afterwards you enjoyed one another’s company, catching up on the weeks events as well as the unfurling of his newest addition to the household over the fanciest champagne and 5* meal courtesy of Alfred who you’d convinced to dine with you also.

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In a month or so with Bruce’s support you were able to apply your extensive knowledge of the business into running it as your predecessor had and since the regulars knew you already it made it much easier as profits rolled in rather substantially. Now you knew how the old manager could afford his luxury suits.

Tonight though, Bruce made an appearance looking rather despondent and almost exhausted which may not be so obvious to surrounding staff or those not close to him but of course, you were an exception.

Naturally, you leaned on the opposite side of the bar, promoting a weak smile after you’d asked what was bothering the man.

"A business deal didn't go quite how I expected, and it kept me up all night." Bruce summarised, strategically avoiding the details regarding Penguin.

"Then I believe you need some cheering up, I hope you don't have any plans because they are now cancelled~"

"The Manor is free, I can get some strawberrry champagne (Y/n) -"

"Nope, it's my turn. You're about to find out how us commoners spend our evenings."

Without another word you walked him to your spacious apartment which was only around the corner, the hefty bar profits kept it well furnished and your cupboards stocked - even so, you convinced the billionaire to lower his standards to order in which you paid for against his protest.

"I'm paying this time, you're the one whose had it rough recently so I'm treating you. That's what friends are for, besides this food is a little below your pay grade don't you think?" You laughed as you filtered through your movie collection before finding a perfect selection for the night.

"If you think that after adopting Dick that I haven't been subjected to takeout then you're sorely mistaken. I quite enjoy it actually." The billionaire replied rather smugly, slowly growing accustomed to the relaxing atmosphere you and your home radiated. Bruce, for once, felt oddly content.

The movie began and ended, the time filled with idle conversation of which grew deeper as the credits rolled and continued whilst you pottered in the kitchen. Moments later you emerged with a tray, Bruce opening his mouth and closing it being too taken aback to comment.

"I present to you, Chocolat de (L/n)." Came your dramatic voice, accent where necessary to add charm.

Bruce shot you an amused glance, carefully taking on of the two tall mugs from the tray you held - the hot chocolate topped with cream, marshmallows and a flake - very appealing to the eye and tastebuds. It was practically famous in your club.

"(Y/n)?! This is - incredible.”

“Why thank you, only the best for you right?”

He smiled at that, a genuine smile that he’d hoped expressed his immense gratitude right about now.

“That must be why I have you then.”

“Ah, now that is a smooth line. Being in my company has improved your skills huh?” You wittily countered, though Bruce only offered a hopeless yet content sigh.

Clearly they weren’t as effective as you believed.

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Bruce seemed refreshed after leaving that night, he’d emphasised his regret of not being able to see you in person to thank you properly over the various texts you’d exchanged in the past week - although, as you were wiping down the counter after an early close you were not expecting the uncanny interruption.

An hallowing echo against the oak bar captured your attention, finding a sheepish bachelor at it’s origin.

"What's this?" You inquired as you picked up the item he’d placed down moments ago, inspecting it precariously.

"It's premium Raspberry Ripple White Hot Chocolate - I thought we could try it, together."

"How on Earth do you get as many women as you do with vague attempts like that hm?" An amused brow was raised in his direction, the action relaxing the millionaire more than he’d admit.

"I'm much smoother when I don't actually have genuine feelings for someone, as such I suppose you don't get the privilege of cliché pick up lines. So what do you say (Y/n)?” It was unorthodox yes, but judging by your quiet laugh he assumed it was the way you’d want it.

"You had me at 'Do you come here often?'"

-BONUS-

"You're saying that line worked." Bruce taunted from his place by the Manors kitchen island, you sipping your drink with a nonchalant argument.

"It did not. It was awful."

"I had this all semi planned from the beginning (Y/n)." He smugly replied, tone basking in the victory of the overly drawn out ‘plan’.

"Hah! I refuse to believe this is how you predicted things to go when we first became friends." It was possible but it had been years since you’d first met, he could not have suspected you’d ever end up together this far ahead.

"You're correct Miss (Y/n), Master Bruce spent the entire evening whining about how he'd embarrassed himself in front of you after your little competition and that it was near impossible to win your affections. A common occurrence whenever he visited your bar really..." The loyal butler unceremoniously intervened, pride radiating from his unwanted revelation as he entered the kitchen.

"Alfred." Bruce released a defeated groan as he had you wrapped around his finger for a second, something he’d wanted to relish in for a few seconds before Alfred had besotted you with the truth.

You however, were pleased with the information, winking at your partner with a gracious smirk befalling your lips.

"Knew it."

Batboys: Valentines Day Headcanons

A/N: I couldn’t think of any for Duke or the Batgirls and I don’t know their characters that well so my apologies that I couldn’t give them an individual one.

Happy Valentines Day, I hope you have a wonderful day doing what you do.

All my love, Jessica ♥️

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Bruce Wayne:

• Cancels all meetings for the day so he can spend it with you, however Batman is still on call and he does genuinely apologise for this. You don’t mind, you’d expect some mad love scheme from Gothams villains at some point tonight.

• Has probably bought you a few gifts, the classic flowers and chocolates are a must and you can bet they’re top quality.

• Alfred makes breakfast for the two of you as you chatter and enjoy the family’s company in the kitchen.

• Of the assortment of gifts you offhandly mentioned you wanted throughout the year, there is a truly meaningful one that he would give you in private. Whether it be jewellery, a gadget or book which reminded you of a time you spent together. You cry. It’s too sentimental.

• Has plans to take you out for a fancy meal later that evening, we’re talking 5* restaurant and you give him his gift there which of course he loves.

• You take a peaceful walk through the city afterward, which is cut short by the revelation of Joker kidnapping couples. You give each other a knowing look and in minutes the Batmobile is pulled up in the closest alley.

• Bruce - Batman is apologising but you smile and wave him off, but before he leaves you quickly give him a new gadget you got Barbara to work on.

“I have two Valentines I suppose, so my gift to Batman is this.”

“You’re truly amazing (Y/n), I love you.”

“Go save the city love.”

Dick Grayson:

• Not subtle about the fact Valentines Day is around the corner, you know he’s planning something and are on edge.

• Jokes on him though because the competition is ON this year. You woke him with breakfast in bed and he was salty about how his patrol the night before had prevented him from waking up before you. Still assured you that you didn’t have to do this.

• The romantic gestures get more extravagant throughout the day from each of you, in reality you both do this for fun as you show how much you love each other through everyday gestures. But this was go big or go home.

• You arrived from your shopping trip to a trail of rose petals leading to the lounge where too many flower bouquets were waiting - each equipped with a cheesy pick up line. You’d probably give some flowers to the elder residents of the building in the end.

• Dick stood proudly in the middle of them, also nervous as to whether you’d like them. You smiled, pulling him into a loving embrace when he whispered “I’m winning.”

• That evening you took him out see Haly’s circus and he was a mess, it was cute to see him catch up with old family members as well as watch the show. You wanted to give them some privacy but Dick pulled you along introducing you as the love of his life, adamant that you meet Haly. The older man approved, covertly telling dick he’d be an imbecile to let you go.

• In return Dick treated you to a meal at any restaurant of your choice and was glowing for the rest of the evening. Honestly he’s so pleased that your his it’s ridiculous, expect showers of adoration and you just can’t shut him up.

• When you get home and are well relaxed, he presents you with a velvet box.

“This is - no it was too much. I can’t accept this you beautiful dork.”

“I saw the way you looked at it all those months ago so I saved and got you something special, with everything you put up with, you deserve this and much more (Y/n).”

It’s a price of jewellery that you fell in love with whilst shopping for Wallys birthday present and of course your boyfriend remembered.

• You’re cuddling on the couch at this point, pure bliss for the both of you as it’s not often Dick takes a full night off but for you, he would.

“I really tried to get you the best gift in the world this year so I could win our game but I just couldn’t part with it.”

“What do you mean?” He’s confused are your unexpected confession but intrigued.

“How am I supposed to gift you to yourself? Besides I wouldn’t give the best thing in the world up, how could I ever lose you Dick Grayson?” Your words have him blushing, he’s flustered and so full of sheer joy that he just pulls you into his arms with a soft kiss to your lips.

“I - that was - god you win. I don’t deserve you.”

Jason Todd:

• On this day, it is common knowledge to everyone who knows you both that you can ask him anything and he’ll do it. Only If it’s reasonable and for you. Breakfast in bed? Hell yeah. You want a romantic bath? It’s done.

• Will get you a lovely meaningful gift that reminds him of you and you love it so much, and thank him profusely.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” Jason obviously brushes it off with a brilliant blush adorning his skin.

• Never admits to the fact he loves baths with you, but on Valentine’s Day you got out the rose petals, bubble bath and candles. Didn’t take much convincing to get him in there with you and you presented a new book you’d gotten him. Jason melted. If you want him to read aloud in the bath whilst you relax, he will. It’s so peaceful for him.

• Jason isn’t into fancy wine and dining and would rather a casual setting, so brings up going to Big Belly Burger for dinner. As a joke. No he seriously would.

“Oh yeah, sounds great. I’ll get ready.” And you do, willingly.

“Wait but - um, don’t you want? I dunno, a nice restaurant?”

“As long as I get to spend time with you I don’t mind, I would eat on the roof for all I care. Actually no, it’s quite cold - but in summer I would.”

• It’s all registering in Jason’s mind how amazing you are, and he’s just gazing at you with pure adoration before skidding over and clasping you’re wrist as you went for his keys.

“Ah - no, we’re not doing that. I’m making you dinner, no objections. It’ll be incredible I promise.”

“I’ll help then.”

• And boy can he cook, the food is gorgeous and he put so much effort into it too. He appreciates your help as his sous chef, the many kisses in between demonstrated that.

• Essentially from then it stems to a normal evening for the two of you, a comfortable night of playful teasing either reading or watching a show. Jason believes these are the best kind, Valentines isn’t for special treatment when he aims to make you feel loved everyday - even if he’s not the best at it sometimes.

Tim Drake:

• Less invested than his eldest brother who is a hopeless romantic but is still determined to ensure you feel special. You’ve said you didn’t want anything but he refuses to let this be a completely normal day unless you really want it to be.

• Starts by making you breakfast in bed and it’s actually to die for, you share the blissful morning in one another’s comfortable company and it really invigorates you for the upcoming day. He had a gift for that.

• “How about we skip the cliche stuff and do something for us?”

“What did you have in mind my lovely nerd.”

• You played some video games before venturing to Titans tower where you spent the day with your friends - you cared about them too. Honestly it became a low-key house party with everyone conversation going and messing around.

• Afterwards you head back to Gotham and hit a nearby food stand and your boyfriend insists on zipping you through the skyline to perfect place to eat which is exactly what you do.

• Takes you up to the ‘best rooftop’ in Gotham, you didn’t believe one existed until you see the view. Tim offers his scarf as you sit on the ledge watching the sun set behind the city, the sky a breathtaking ombré.

“Y’know, this is very clićhe Tim.” You laughed, nudging your boyfriend who offered you a playful grin in response.

“Well you’re still here so I must be doing something right.”

“You are the something right.”

“I was going to say the same about you, thank you for everything (Y/n). I truly love you, y’know that?”

• After arriving home, you spend the evening cuddled up in bed with Netflix playing and an array of snacks out. You doubt you’ll get through a season by the time you fall asleep but you’re both willing to try.

• You couldn’t determine who went to dreamland first, but you awoke in each other’s arms after a gunshot echoed on screen. At this point you agreed to turn it off and once more curl into one another with occasional random whispers of conversation before falling asleep for the night.

Damian Wayne:

• Does not care for the holiday and has told you this before, whether you do or not he feels he should at least make some form of effort. Just to lowkey display his love for you.

• Brought you multiple bouquets of flowers, also invested in chocolates and you can tell he’s really trying.

• Titus happily brings you a rose, which had you swooning the dog regardless of how smug your boyfriend was. Definitely up for a romantic walk through the park with Titus and buys coffee/lunch whilst you’re there.

• The day is completely at your disposal, but after the walk and shopping trip he took you on (despite your unwillingness to tell him what you liked knowing he’d get it for you), you relaxed in one another’s company in the Manor.

• Damian put on your favourite movie and in return you set his film up next so you both had something of interest. Thus began the playful bickering and fights over blankets which you ultimately end up sharing anyway.

• Alfred brings in cookies, you had to do a double take because they are heart shaped and you give the Butler a curious look.

“At Master Damian’s request, apparently more ‘romantic’.” You can hear the disinterested sarcasm in Alfreds voice, his witty remarks are treasured.

“Alfred!” It’s a hiss from your boyfriend and you can’t help but laugh, thanking both of them.

• You’re both sitting comfortably wrapped up in each other, simply enjoying the movie playing in the background amongst idle conversation.

“I appreciate you’re trying, but this clearly isn’t your thing.” You smiled knowingly, Damian both offended and impressed that you could read him so eloquently.

“I -“

“Hear me out, how about next year we go away for a weekend? Maybe Africa or somewhere with a wildlife sanctuary y’know.”

• Immediately his eyes lit up, he’d moved for his phone and began listing the most exotic locations and soon you were joining him. So much so that within 30 minutes he’d adamantly decided to pay for everything.

• Now has a renewed excitement for Valentines Day, literally is counting down the days for a national holiday he still has no care for but loves spending quality with you. It becomes a tradition to spend Valentines away.

Bonus: Older Batsis

Imagine being the older sister of the Batfam and having to spend Valentines on your own.

• You didn't hate Valentine's Day but this year you were single and had a lot on your mind lately whether it be stress, work or any other life dilemma.

• As a result you opted to stay at the Manor rather than your own apartment, besides both neighbours were madly in love with their current partners and you didn't want to be around that right now. The family knew of these developments and since it was Valentines...

• A bouquet of flowers adorned the table that morning with Alfred cheerfully cooking your favourite breakfast, the smell alone was enough to die for.

"You didn't have to Alfred."

"Ah Miss (Y/n), you should take your own advice.”

• Damian simply tuts at the doorframe before entering the area and sitting beside you. The young man didn't believe in the holiday one bit and at this point you agreed with him.

• Okay so maybe you brought Cass, Barbara and Stephanie a bouquet of flowers each. Then proceeded to purchase the favourite snacks of Dick, Jason, Tim, Duke and Damian. Dick being in an annoying mood decided to question your behaviour.

“You brought us gifts? We’re not your valentine so, why exactly?”

“Because, I believe Valentines is about celebrating the people you care for, not just for couples to express their affection. And I do care about you all a lot, so this is me showing that.”

• Regardless, you enjoyed a chilled day in the Manor. After a luxurious bath, you enjoyed your own company really. Something you hadn’t managed in a while.

• Your family wanted to cheer you up though, thus ensued a strange day. Cassandra brought you a katana wrapped carefully ribbon warapped which left you speechless, Dick and Barbara got you that jacket you were telling her about last month and Tim had set up a slew of your favourite movies to relax to along with snacks.

• You cried. It meant so much despite them having their own plans, they took at least 10 minutes to see you.

• Steph made you waffles for lunch, which you enjoyed together after concocting masterpieces from the array of toppings on offer in the kitchen.

• Duke and Jason were next, each rocking up with bunches of flowers.

“We couldn’t remember your favourites, I thought they were (fave flower), but Duke disagreed.”

“Duh, they’re (second fave flower), anyway (Y/n) happy valentines. You don’t need no man - or woman. Either.” Duke grinned, Jason following on with his usual degrading humour.

“Exactly, you got us. Not that it helps haha.”

• You had dinner in the Batcave, it was only take out considering you were managing comms whilst the others were on mission that night. Oracle 2.0 if you will.

• It was then that Damian joined you, a box in hand that he slid in front of you and upon opening it, revealed a pearl white kitten/puppy adorned with an oversized red bow.

“His name is Valentine, or Val, or Vee - he’s for you, so you won’t be feel alone once you get home. I guarantee animals build more loyal relationships than humans.”

“Dami, I thought you hated Valentines Day. You didn’t have to get me anything.”

• The youngest gives you a frustrated look, embarrassed that he was caught being so kind in the first place.

“If it helps I wanted to adopt him but father wouldn’t let me, so I had to find him the next best person. Which out of all these Neanderthals, is of course, you.”

“I see, and what spurred you to even look into such a thing in there first place?” Damn you’d caught him out, the only reason he went was to find a companion for you.

"As you said (L/n), it's about celebrating people you care about and my gift will last the longest therefore you know I love you the most."

"And I love you too little bro, thank you Damian."

• Best Valentine’s Day ever.

Older Batsis: Wally West

A/N: A bit of fun in time for Valentine’s Day.

Warnings: Sexual implications (no smut or anything), mature language

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Entering the manor and slamming the door behind you was supposed to be like entering a world of welcoming warmth that you could melt into, not be only a degree or so lower than the frozen wasteland you'd just escaped from.

You glanced around the hallway, darkness filling the area leaving you with a frustrated sigh - power was out. Fortunately you'd mentally mapped out the floorplan over your years and navigated your way to a lounge and lit the fireplace with a content hum.

You'd shed your wet, snow covered, outer layers but with a sudden breeze you instantly regretted that decision and spun to meet the offender with a defeated huff.

"Hey beautiful, we're working on a case down in the Batcave but heard the door slam so your brothers sent me up to check on you since 'super speed' and they didn't want to move away from the heaters." The alias under the Flash crossed his arms once quoting 'super speed', offering a flirty wink which even now still doubled your heart rate.

"They s-stole all the he-heaters... Shitbags. I - I'm free-freezing Wally." You barely managed through chattering teeth, understanding that though the Manor was powerless the Batcave ran off of a different source meaning they were toasty down there.

"I could steal you one, plus you've already armed yourself with your fluffy blanket." He gestured to the item splayed in front of the fireplace to warm it up before you had the opportunity to utilise it, instead choosing to welcome you into his arms for a warm hug.

"Wa- Are you vibrating?" You disregarded his last comment in favour of your query, tilting your head at his minuscule shifting stature unsure as to whether you were just shivering.

"Yeah, keeps me warm."

"Can you do me?"

"I, yes - any day of the week - but lemme get this straight, are you asking me to be your vibrator (Y/n)?" His reply was full of smugness, you pulled back to catch his playful smirk.

"I didn't mean it like that! I meant for warmth!"

"I know, couldn't resist~" He chuckles to himself, meeting your frustrated gaze with a kind smile as it remained comfortably silent for a few seconds before you spoke.

"But - but can you, y'know, vibrate?" Your hands settled on his chest out of your sudden curiosity, tables now flipping as he became the flustered one partly due to your insinuating words which caught him off guard in its supposed innocence.

"I mean, almost all of my past partners haven't known about the speed thing so..." This was killing him, you knew exactly what you were doing and had very little shame about it either. While you seemed untroubled by his presence - ever since you’d arrived he'd been muting all vividly romantic thoughts, holding his tongue with pick up lines and resisted the urge to hold you like he'd so desperately wanted. Like he did at your house, like you did at his apartment... The Manor was dangerous territory and acting on those lustful instincts were supposedly best avoided.

Though you had alternative ideas.

"I know about your speed, and I really need warming up Wally." Your voice was seductively enticing, your lips choosing sensitive placement on his neck and he released a shaky breath reflecting the wavering if his willpower. Damn you.

"(Y/n)... your brothers w-" It came after a satisfied moan, Wally biting his lip and gently parting from yours before attempting a weak justification he had absolutely no belief in.

"Won't miss you too much." You finished for him, kissing his jaw and awaiting his response.

"And you?"

"I'll show you how much I missed you~"

In the next instance you felt soft silky fur of your blanket against your back, Wally hovering above you with the fire dancing in his irises and illuminating his skin in a brilliant golden glow - you swore he never looked more attractive. It was rather ironic, who'd have thought losing clothes would make your temperature skyrocket?

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Back in the Batcave, Dick barely caught the dash of his friend, now shirtless and rooting through his belongings for a spare apparently.

"Woah what happened?!"

Wally flinched at the sudden brief contact with his back and the painful sting that came with it causing him to speed a metre or so away now in a fresh sweatshirt. His healing would kick in soon.

Your beautiful, stunning, incredibly persuasive sister happened.

Dick gave him a quizzical glance, the claw marks on his best friends back obviously quite fresh and the afflicter was unknown.

"Ah - Alfred - the cat one, he kinda caught me off guard when I was with (Y/n)?" He didn't sound at all convincing but they assumed it was down to sheer embarrassment at being bested by a feline.

"Perfect, his training has paid off." Damian now fully invested in the conversation added, indicating he had an ulterior motive which was unsurprising considering the protectiveness he held over his eldest sister.

"What training?" Dick cautiously questioned, now concerned with his own safety as well as overtaken by sheer curiosity.

"Whenever West makes a move toward our sister, Alfred will attack. Clearly my training methods are effective."

"Hold up, did you make a move on our sister?!" Dick incredulously shot to his best friend, Damian now narrowing his gaze at the sighing red head.

God yes, multiple pleasurable moves.

"I hugged her." Not a lie, but not a full truth either, those was better left private but Damian wasn't fully convinced and made a step toward the stairway.

"Hmm, how about we ask (L/n) then?"

"No don't! Uh - she's asleep in front of the fire and looks really peaceful." He began protectively, speeding over to block the Robins exit before becoming flustered when explaining his reasoning.

"That why you were gone so long?" Grayson raised a brow, noting the odd behaviours and body language but ultimately didn’t dwell on it.

No, things got way hotter than originally planned.

"Yeah, I helped her find some blankets and start the fire. Then we caught up a bit, we haven’t seen each other in almost two weeks."

They displayed disinterested at this point, content in knowing they’re worst fears hadn’t been realised.

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It was late evening when you stirred from your peaceful hour long nap, instinctively your fingers reached across the array of soft blankets finding only empty warmth. With a soft smile you’d concluded Wally had waited until you’d fallen asleep in his arms before heading back down to the Batcave, knowing him he’d probably remained a little longer simply enjoying the afterglow and warmth that followed such intimacy with you.

A pleased sigh escaped your lips when you moved to stand, the aching of your leg muscles a rather welcomed one in your opinion - regardless, as you already donned Wallys hoodie you dressed yourself fully before heading down to the cave.

"Why are you wearing Wallys hoodie?" Stephanie inquired somewhat suggestively the moment you entered, eyebrows wriggling as an indicator.

"Hmm, oh well after having sex by the fire it was the closest thing to me so logically I was too lazy to get anything else." You boredly sighed, Wally paling at your sheer lack of secrecy whereas Spoiler wasn't expecting such an open answer leaving her speechless.

Despite hating how brutally honest you were, the way you worded it so unbelievably paid off and consecutively too.

"No seriously though." Dick tried again, dismissing your last answer like usual whenever you’d given such brash replies regarding your activities.

It was rather ingenious actually, if they ever found out about Wally then they couldn't blame either of you for not telling them because, in fact, you consistently did - it's not your fault they didn’t believe you.

"Seriously. I genuinely just made love to your best friend." There wasn't a hint of misleading this time, expression casual with a smug nod to Dick who only rolled his eyes.

"Hey babe, you know they'd murder me right?" The speedster indicated to Damian carefully sharpening his katana, though his overuse of pet names meant your family paid no mind to them any more.

"They'd have to get through me first." You wink at him, your brothers scoffing at the thought even if they knew you were being honest.

Even so, you linked your arm with the speedsters despite his hesitancy at displaying any form of contact in the presence of your family - but you were good friends, a fact your family knew all too well.

“Wanna have a rather late dinner at my place tonight?”

“Sounds perfect, would you like me to get takeout or should we attempt a recipe?” Wally relaxed at the casual tone of voice, one he found familiarity in as you both left wrapped up in conversation.

Not an unusual occurrence really, but still, that didn’t cease the racing minds of the young detectives that remained.

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It was a few moments, Damian’s glare solely focused on the two of you happily retreating, before some spark of realisation surged through him.

"Wait... There were no claw marks on his hoodie..."

"Meaning when Alfred got to him, he wasn't wearing it so - WALLY!" Dick finished, shooting after his best friend who had probably already swept you off by now - Damian more than willing to take the war to your apartment.

"The cat was happily wrapped in Wallys hoodie so it couldn't have attacked him really... Ohmygod what if it wasn't Alfred at all! Ahhhhhh~!" Stephanie clasped her hands together out of both enthusiasm and shock, low-key fangirling about the possibility despite its implications.

“Uh - or maybe, the cat attacked Wally when he gave (Y/n) his hoodie to keep her warm.” Tim justified, one that supported the proficiency of Damian’s feline training and as such already semi convinced the youngest by praising his ego - the theory made sense. Dick and the youngest offered shrugs to each other before heading off to grab some files whereas Steph withheld a suspicious expression toward her partner.

“You... You‘re covering for them. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me Tim! Why would (Y/n) even consult you in the first place?” She knew it was likely due to his lack of interference, that and no doubt you outrightly told him if he happened to ask the right questions which Tim had a knack for doing.

“Because I’m the favourite.” He offered her a smug wink, once more typing away leaving a pouting Steph with Alfred the cat purring at her leg. The creature hadn’t taken in any of Robins orders or laid a claw on West and yet radiated waves of accomplishment.

“Traitor... Damian won’t be very pleased once he finds out you allowed Wally near (Y/n) kitty cat.”

Dick Grayson: Fate

A/N: This was actually an idea from a fictional book I was thinking of writing, cut down and shortened of course. I figured it shouldn’t go to waste so let’s apply it to an Imagine.

Warning: Mature Language

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Destiny?

Fate?

What complete and utter magical bullshit.

Another downpour filled Gotham's skies and all you could offer in acknowledgement was a vile curse to the sky - now anyone else would've assumed you were furious at the world, or simply crazy but you knew better.

It was a recurring phenomenon, a hex if you will, although your 'orphanage' had claimed that Fate followed you - as a child that meant nothing, but adulthood certainly made oddities more noticeable and annoying.

Firstly, dating had become a problem, it most certainly wasn't your appearance as you had been approached on occasion by more confident individuals who'd attempt to win your affections but that's where it ended.

It began with a charming brunette, the man complimenting your smile and asking if you needed any help navigating Gotham city - a subtle way of asking for a date but before you could answer the sky boomed in your place. Rain hammered down in the next second and you quickly covered yourself barely catching the fading voice of your companion.

"Crap! Forgot my umbrella I'm really sorry, gotta run!"

You never saw him again, nor did you think much of the unpredicted weather conditions.

It took a while for you to become familiar with the pattern, how the universe was desperate to keep you single for the entirety of your life. Often you wondered why, at the beginning you were ridiculously naive to believe it was in aid of finding your soulmate, that one person who Fate had chosen to connect you with to live happily ever after...

Then there was a charismatic blonde, this guy a degree more flirty than the last as you flushed with a mere line. Then he asked if he could walk you through the park and grab lunch afterwards due to the rare clear skies of the usually drab city. You gave him a deadpan look, his panty dropping smirk faltering briefly.

"Give it a second mate." You breathed, lazily gesturing to the sky which remained oddly clear.

You were growing suspicious...

"Ohhhh, you're a bit fucking late with this one huh?" Your voice evidently confused as you glared daggers into the unknown force, the blonde obviously weirded out by this slowly edged away and that's when you realised.

"Ah, well played! You got me to drive this one away myself, that was low even for you!" You responded to the silence, tone more frustrated this time.

However, lightning cracked in reply and once more, you were drenched by the rain and could only offer a middle finger to the sky in defeat. Fate wins again, and this time it was literally laughing at you.

"Bitch..."

Another clap of thunder mocked your rather pitiful insult in comparison.

.

Although with maturity, experiences like above and the fact you definitely were not a normal human being, after some time you settled on the possibility that gifts like yours were not meant to be shared. Either that or Fate had decided you were it's life long soulmate - at this point you didn't give a shit. You'd learnt to carry an umbrella everywhere you went, with the amount of people who regularly tested Fates patience you had to be prepared for unpredictable weather changes.

Today was a unique one though. It felt off, you could sense the unease in the air despite following a semi regular routine which you’d learnt was another gift of yours. You peacefully enjoyed your beverage in the tea shop as you normally did - only after escaping the natural light rainy showers, you curled up by the window overlooking the sky in an attempt to detect any abnormalities in the atmosphere to no avail. It was as if something was waiting to happen, you hadn't really felt anything this strong by your recollection and it only worsened as you left the cozy cafe. The weather was clear, hopefully it'd stay -

"Excuse me, sorry I just - you um - I was gonna say you have really beautiful eyes but I wasn't very smooth about it all..." The young man scratched the back of his neck out of embarrassment, flush adorning his features.

"Don't worry, I've heard more interesting ones." You offered a comforting laugh and he took it as a positive sign to continue.

"If you're willing to grab a coffee, I can try to do better but - wah, it wasn't supposed to rain?" He quickly pulled up his hoodie as you haphazardly directed him to the nearest shelter with an exasperated sigh - serves you right for actually getting hopeful, nonetheless the guy seemed nice enough.

This time, you shot a defeated glance to the sky as it reflected your darkening emotions, you were basically depression incarnate bringing bad weather wherever you went. Was it so much to ask for someone?

"Hey, you need an umbrella?" An unfamiliar voice asked, and upon turning to the handsome stranger the crack of lightning reflected the sensational spark in your veins.

"Trust me, I always carry an - no way." You instinctively reached into your bag expecting to find it in its normal place, but when you felt emptiness your stomach sickened - it was then you recalled it's perch in the cafe where you hadn't retrieved it from before leaving.

Oh my god, of all the times why now?!

The man must’ve observed the internal panic you were feeling, words failing you at this particular point and so he took the opportunity to provide reassurance.

"Hey, I'm catching the bus which is in 3 minutes so you can have mine once it arrives?" The male grinned, holding his umbrella over your dampening strands. No one, not one of your doomed encounters had even offered you their jacket or umbrella before...

Was it possible that Fate had subtly been keeping the local dickheads out of your life this entire time? Noooo, you’d missed out on some good ones. But why was this man so special?

"I'm catching the bus too, if it's okay can I stand under it with you until then please?"

"Yeah of course, I'm Dick Grayson by the way." He charmingly stated, shifting the umbrella before offering you his hand. With a soft smile, you shook it albeit with hesitance.

"(Y/n) (L/n), and I'm sorry about the storm."

"You say that like it’s your fault." Dick didn't hide his bemused chuckle, turning to find you looking rather guilty and decided to continue. With everything he'd seen, he wasn't one to dismiss such things so easily.

"But if it is, just ask the sun to shine or something."

"Oh really? You think that'll work - alright. Oi, I'm tired of your crap so can I have the damn sun already?!" Voice dripping with sarcasm, you ‘politely’ spoke to the sky.

"You've gotta ask nicely (Y/n), jeez." Dick playfully chided, wearing an amused smile as he did so.

"Please can I have the damn sun? How was that hm?" You flicked your smug gaze back to Grayson, his smirk only widening at your sassy attitude.

To both your surprise, the rain slowly ceased with the sun splitting through the dull clouds as to testify to your lack of faith.

"Well look at that, it seems like you've got it all sunshine.”

"Don't ever call me that again." Your once enamoured gaze shot to him, now mildly irritated with the petname.

"Aha you don't like it, I suppose you think it’s too bright for you.” He responded, clearly considering your more reserved demeanour in his assumption.

"We've just met, you're forbidden to give me nicknames until at least 20 minutes in."

"Hmm, then - hey, our bus is delayed..." Dick trailed off, looking at the monitor overhead with less disappointment than expected. 30 minute delay? Fuck!

"Okay I'm heading to the deli on the corner as I haven’t eaten lunch yet, would you like anything whilst I'm there? Y'know, as a thank you?" You took two steps toward the road, turning back to question the kind man before you.

But instead he surprisingly joined your side, falling into step with you and cheerily keeping up conversation considering you'll apparently be spending the next half hour together.

"Guess I'll be able to give you that nickname after all huh sunshine?"

You patiently waited for your food, the male beside you seemingly lost in quiet thought with hands in his pockets and gazed calmly up at the now crystal clear sky.

"I don't mean to sound cliché or corny but this whole situation has got me thinking about something - do you um, do you believe in fate?"

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"Like fuck do I."