Could you write a jayroy ficc Where batman finds out fist and goes to interrogate green arrow about his sins intentions who is like "wait whaaaaat?! They're together?! Also don't kill me or my son"
Bruce stalked down the steps of the Batcave. Nights without Robin on patrol dragged, where horrible and depressing. He knew he should tell Jason that, should have told Dick that before it was too late, but he really didn’t know how. Jason had been spending a lot of time with Oliver Queen’s son, Roy, Speedy. Bruce wasn’t sure he approved Queen had always treated being a hero as kind of a game. His son was a bit of a clown, but Bruce also knew it was imported for Jay to have friends in this game.
When he got into the cave he realized the showers were running. Bruce walked into the locker room to wait for Jay. Over the sound of water Bruce could hear Jason belting out for all he was worth “walking on Sunshine”. He sure is upbeat tonight Bruce thought, then he heard a buzzing insistent and regular. Looking down at the bench in front of him where Jason’s clothes lay in a heap he saw Jason’s cellphone sitting on top.
The screen was lit up with a series of texts
“I had a great time”
“xoxoxoxox c u 2morrow”
Bruce very carefully replaced the phone and left. A moment latter Jason walked out of the shower and towel around his skinny waste using another to draw his hair. “hey B how was your Night, me and Roy had a blast and- oh” he looked around the empty room “huh, i was sure he came in” Jay picked up his phone and laughed at his boyfriend’s intentionally bad text speak before shooting off a heart of his own.
Star City the Arrow Cave
Oliver Queen the Green Arrow was napping in an office chair, he should have been working on new trick arrows but after 4 hours of trying to get the weight of the boxing glove arrow right he’d get passed out. His eye flew open as a hand slammed down on his work table. Before he could react his office chair had been turned 180 degrees around and he was nearly noses to nose with Batman looking as angry as he’d ever seen him. “How. Long.” It wasn’t really a question more of an accusation. Ollie pushed his sleep fogged brain to work, to think had he stolen any of Batman’s protein shakes out of the Justice League fridge on the moon.
He gulped “how long what?” Batman’s eyes narrowed dangerously “How Long has this been going on Oliver”
“um you’re gonna have to give me a clue man I don’t know what you mean”
“ROY!” He roared the name like a swear “and Robin” his voice was under control now “are together”
“together? they’re always to- oh, oooooh, oh”
“you didn’t know”
“no! I didn’t even know” Ollie looked a little ashamed “that Roy was… you know”
“you’re going to talk to him”
“um yes, sure, I mean please don’t kill him or me, and uh what is it you want me to talk to him around?”
Batman looked at Ollie for a long moment before standing up and walking a few feet away. “Safety Oliver, I want them to know how to be safe, google it if you’re fuzzy on the details”
“oh wow I mean come on Bats, they’re kinda young” Batman turned on him and glared daggers “They’re teenage boys Oliver, who often are on their own with very little supervision, sooner or later they’ll try something.” Ollie turned to his work table and picked up an arrow turning it over in his hands. “did you know about Robin?”
“yes I knew he was bisexual”
“I had no clue about Roy, I feel like a bad father, I mean I try to not get into any fights with him, be a friend and a good roommate but sometimes I feel lost with him, you know? like if I was so clueless about this part of his what else you think he’s hiding from me? what doesn’t he tell me, what’s he gonna hide from me in the future? Bats? Batman?” He turned and the Arrow Cave was empty “damn I hate when he does that”
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Damian sprints for the yard, the
kitchen door slamming closed behind him, almost completely muffling
Bruce’s shouts for him to come back here this instant.
Barefoot he runs through the soft green grass until he passes into
the cool shade of the woods, acorns and gnarled roots jabbing at his
isn’t pursued, he knows, but he keeps running to escape the tight
burning in his belly, the frustration at his father’s asinine ‘rules’
sizzling like acid in his lungs. There’s fire in his chest, like he’s
a dragon barely containing a flame behind his back teeth. He wants to
scream and fight and kick as if he’s trapped in a box, but lashing
out at his family never ends well for anyone. And so, he runs.
- Bruce responding to journalist Clark in BvS with “we’ve already given donations supporting books” and Clark just: boi
- “You’ve never met a woman like me”
- “I need friends”
- Diana flipping her hair while kicking ass
- Bruce trying to make friends by passively-aggressively emailing Diana, picking a fight with Clark and throwing a Batarang at Barry’s head
- “boi I hear u can talk to fish”
- “bitch u dress like a bat”
- All possible references to the Batfamily; the Robin suit in the cave and Gordon’s “nice to see you play well with others again” wtf do you mean? is nightwing in bludhaven, is barbara oracle, does tim exist, is jason dead or a zombie yet zack snyder i need to know
- “What I do is not up to you”
- Amber Heard as Queen Mera
- Amy Adams as Lois Lane
- Margot Robbie as Harley Quinn
- Aquaman and Batman are BROtp
- Cyborg saving people, hacking things, the family business
- Aquaman having the time of his life on the Batmobile
- “Do you bleed? You will”
- Diana sniffing her flower hat in the WW trailer
- Also Diana walking around with sword that doesn’t match her outfit
- Bruce being the dramatic hoe he is and standing on a gargoyle when there’s lightning and shit
A/n: hey guys! Btw, when I say that I’m not assuming anyone’s gender. Thanks for reading and I’ll try to have a daughters burden part two out soon. Also, I’m in a really good mood since I made the school quiz team so now would be a great time for requests.
You walked down the corridor into the the grand ballroom, where the meeting was taking place. The grandmaster sat there waiting for you. You were forced to bow to him, not allowed to look at his face.
“You wished to see me master?” You said in a voice you hardly recognized. This wasn’t you, this was their puppet that they had forced you to become.
“Yes, Talon. We have a prisoner who we must dispose of and we believed that you are well suited for the task.” He said in an imperious voice. He stepped forward and raised his hands in the air. Your flinch went unnoticed.
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Take off your clothes and run around singing your favorite nursery rhyme.
Refresh your dashboard and send an anonymous compliment to the character who posted whatever’s at the top of your dash.
Play the rest of the game naked.
Fondle my butt for a whole minute.
Talk to a teddy bear about all of your problems.
Give the person who gave you the dare a slow, sensual lap dance.
Drape a blanket around your shoulders and run around saying “I’m Batman! Come, Robin, to the Bat cave!”
Give a slow strip tease.
I dare you to kiss [specify character].
Use a butt plug for [specify duration].
Have another character spank your ass until it becomes bright red.
Strip naked and give a lap dance to [specify character].
Dirty talk with the asker.
Fake an orgasm.
Spank the third character on your dashboard.
Kiss over the underwear of the asker sensually for two minutes.
Take off your pants and underwear for [specify duration]. You cannot cover up.
Pour chocolate sauce on your chest and then have another character lick it off.
Let the 5th character on your dash eat food off of you.
Play a cute kitten for the rest of the day.
Confess a really awkward secret!
Say what you find the most attractive about the person that asked you the dare.
Run once through the castle/undercroft naked.
Make a cocktail from three different drinks (alcohol) and drink it.
Wear skimpy panties for the rest of the week.
Demonstrate your oral skills on a banana.
Every time someone calls you by your name, you have to take off one item of clothing.
Give a hickey to the person who gave you the dare.
I had a nightmare that I was Tim and I had to find Kon and Damian they were missing and I was looking all over a vast underground place, like days of searches while loosing hope that they could be found, it was horrible and now I’m wide awake at 6:30am on a Sunday, teach me to read their deaths before bed
“He ptharted it,” says Damian, all bloody-lipped and thunder-browed. Around Alfred’s gloved fingers in his mouth.
“Master Damian,” Alfred says, dabbing the bloody cloth. “What did I tell you about speaking? –don’t answer that, my boy, it was rhetorical.”
As response, Damian pulls away, batting Alfred’s hands aside and scootching back on the cot, out of the old man’s reach. The picture of a fed-up ten year old (essentially accurate).
Alfred sighs, then, taking off his rubber gloves and slinging them expertly into the wastebasket. “At least use the gauze until the bleeding has stopped, young sir. And don’t swallow any blood.”
Damian glowers, shoving a small wad of gauze into his cheek and crossing his arms.
“Whatever he told you, Alfred,” Red Robin, back to the Cave at last, storming over to the medical bay, “You can be sure he’s lying.” He yanks off his cowl, shooting Damian a filthy look, tells Alfred “He’s half-feral, I am stunned Bruce lets him out of the house.”
“Honestly, Damian, you’re lucky Conner let down his TTK so you didn’t break your damn hand.”
Alfred’s eyebrows fly straight up, and he says, “Connor Kent hit you?”
“He thtarted it!” shouts Damian, flying off the cot and upright.
“You punched him unprovoked, Damian!” Tim shouts back. Turns to Alfred again, says, “Literally out of nowhere, he just flew at Kon and hit him in the face– twice, until I could yank him off. I tossed him and he hit his face on the doorjamb, his own damn fault. Now how different’s that to the story he told you?”
“We hadn’t got to the how just yet,” Alfred says. Brow faintly furrowed in mild concern.
“It doesn’t matter that you’re Robin,” and Tim’s red-faced now, practically standing over Damian, “You’re not welcome at the Tower if you’re just going to attack my friends without cause– do you know how embarrassing this is? For me, and for Bruce, not to mention Dick, who you’re representing– you can’t just punch people for no reason–”
“He called me a demon!”
Damian’s small voice rings throughout the Cave, echoing and bouncing back to them, demon, demon. His hands are curled into fists at his sides, one side of his face puffy with swelling and gauze.
Tim, stopped partway through his tirade, wrinkles his brow in honest confusion. “We all call you that,” he says.
“Not him,” Damian says, fiercely, voice sounding thick. Eyes wet and unwavering. “Not–” and he swallows, looks away. Says, bitterly, “None of them even know me.”
Tim puts his hand up, rubs the bridge of his nose for a minute. Says, “Alfred?”
“Ahh yes, an urgent task awaits me upstairs,” says Alfred. Giving Tim a bracing pat on the shoulder and making his retreat.
They stand in an uncomfortable silence until he’s gone.
Tim sighs, then, walking closer to the cot. Says tiredly, “Sit.”
“Don’t tell me–” the boy starts, hotly, before seeing that Tim is already sitting. So he lifts himself back onto the cot, but won’t meet Tim’s gaze. Busies himself, instead, with carefully strapping his faintly-bruised knuckles.
“He didn’t,” Tim starts, hesitant. Short. “He wasn’t trying to be offensive, it’s just.” He puts a hand over his eyes again, tries, “You know how it’s different, when it’s one of us? Like Dick, or Steph, or even Jason? How we call each other names and stuff, but you just laugh or– or I guess in your case, roll your eyes or scowl and move on?”
Reluctant, glancing at Tim from the corner of his eye, he nods.
“Well,” Tim says, eyes on the Cave’s ceiling now. “The Titans are a sort of family. We do that, too.” And then, turning to Damian, “But you still know that it’s not okay to punch someone.”
Damian doesn’t say anything to that, so Tim pushes, “Come on, all you do it talk about how smart you are, I know you can use your words and have a successful interaction with someone.”
Damian spits out his bloodied gauze into his palm.
And Tim offers, quietly, “I’ll tell them not to call you that from now on, on the condition that you don’t punch teammates anymore.”
There’s a long pause, in which Damian does not say anything like ‘thank you’ or ‘i’m sorry’. Instead, eventually, “Did I hurt him?”
“You gave him a bloody nose,” Tim says. “Which kind of freaks him out, as a guy who bleeds very rarely. He heals fast though.”
There is another stretch of silence.
And Damian’s brow furrows again, blood still dribbling sluggishly down his chin. Says eventually, ponderously, “… Is this why I’m the only one not allowed to carry kryptonite in my belt?”
“This is exactly why,” Tim says, standing from the cot. “Ya lil nutjob.”