It Is the Night

Anonymous asked you: Batfam, card game and sniping.

Jason’s overly casual conversation was cut short by yet another batarang, this one actually drawing blood as it nearly cut his finger clean off.

“OW! For the love of — I wasn’t even cheating that time!” Jason slammed his cards down, slicing one on the edge of a spare batarang that was embedded in the table.

“You could have been cheating,” Damian refuted, not even looking up from his constant rearranging of cards. “How was I to know you were just reaching out to try and caress Drake’s sleeve?”

Tim eyed Jason warily and scooted over another few inches, practically placing himself within obvious card-viewing sight of Damian.

“According to Bruce’s rules, once blood is drawn the game is over,” Dick reminded everyone, allowing the game to stall on his turn.

“Yes, but Father is in France right now and what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him.” Damian’s eyes flicked up to Jason. “Right, Todd?”

Too busy sucking on his wounded finger to properly answer, Jason settled for glaring instead.

“Unless you run out of weapons again and resort to attacking everyone with ballpoint pens.”

Damian’s gaze zeroed in on Dick. “Still sore about the ink bleeding over the number someone had written on your hand?”

Dick’s shoulders sagged. “For the thousandth time, that was the number of the dry cleaners Barbara wanted me to call!”

“Barbara has no memory of—”

Tim silently placed his cards down, revealing his winning hand. Jason, grateful for the distraction of an argument they were all sick of hearing cursed and motioned towards the door with his head.

“Ice cream?”

“Ice cream,” Tim agreed.

THE END.

Batman: Happy New Year!

“Speaking of, where is the little tyke, Bruce?”

Slipping a hand into his pocket, Bruce offered a wry grin. “I know his wit and tongue are sharp enough to cause people to forget, but he’s still a kid, you know.”

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Call for prompts!

Yes, I have several other fics I should be working on (as well as homework), but I feel like writing something short and sweet for tumblr and am opening my inbox for ideas and prompts.

So hit me with your suggestions!

Happy Damian Werewolf Waynesday!

A/N: In which I take my scent fetish to a whole new level. I’m not sorry.

Summary: As a bitten werewolf, Dick lacks some of the instincts that come natural to a born werewolf such as Damian.

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damian loves dick

masteroftherebels replied to your post: So…I just realized I haven’t really written…

DICKDAMIAN CANDY. THAT IS MY PROMPT.

Summary: Damian loves candy Dick dick. nsfw.

Dick was never going to look at a lollipop the same way again. Not with the way Damian’s tongue kept curving around his cock, eyes fluttering closed at the taste before taking as much of him as possible in his mouth.

It was as if he was trying to suck more of that taste out of him. And holy shit, was it working. Dick was aware of each time he leaked more precum, because Damian’s tongue would run down over his slit, greedily devouring it as if it were his favorite candy.

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7/4 Happy Damian Waynesday!

A/N: Happy Fourth of July, everyone!

Damian stared at the 20 foot fountain of spewing light in boredom. Fireworks of that size were illegal in Gotham, but it wasn’t like anyone who cared would be spying on Wayne Manor grounds to report them.

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Damian gets off wearing Dick’s sweater

A/N: This was meant to be hot and amazing and sexy…and then I hated it. Happy Damian Waynesday anyways.

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