hey im looking this fic of dick being a talon, then there is batfam and young justice (tv) characters, espc wally who just got back from speed force and ask how dick is. I think dick got kidnapped by other talon and the batfam and yj team up. I forgot the fic name, been searching for some time and have no luck finding them. thank you in advance!
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BB tightened her hold on Robin’s shoulder and frowned at him. Her brow became a stern line. “Be good. We all—care.”
“This is about the whole date with N thing, isn’t it?” Wally sighed and looked at his phone. “You didn’t do anything to my phone, did you? Like rig it to explode or delete my contacts? That would suck.” He pursed his lips and resisted the urge to check immediately.
“As if I would waste such efforts on the likes of you,” Robin hissed.
“Right, of course. Not worth that effort, but worth the effort of two hours, straight, of stalking?”
BB laughed quietly behind her hand. Robin went very red. BB kept a hold of his shoulder, though. It didn’t look like a hold that would be very hard to break, but the kid clearly respected her too much to do exactly that, even as the urge toward violence seemed to flood his whole being, practically making him vibrate as he scowled at Wally.
“Cares. A lot.” BB nodded to herself.
Do you happen to know about a fic where Bruce is friends/an uncle figure to all his kids’ friends? I think it had Wally running to the manor when mad at Barry and calling Bruce “Uncle B”. Pretty sure it also had timkon and royjay moments. I think the justice league got mad at Bruce for stealing all their kids
Author: @buttercupbabyyyyy
"These aren't even yours!" Barry exclaims heatedly, banging a hand on the table. He glances at Bart – who, for all his glaring, is currently hiding behind Tim – then back at Bruce. "Quit stealin' my speedsters, man."
"It's an emotional adoption thing," Red Robin explains. Unhelpfully.
Kon-El nods. "I've been emotionally adopted, like, three times now."
Tim pats his arm sympathetically. “You’re too humble.”
“Ten?”
“Now we’re talking.”
“I honestly didn’t even know that was possible,” Kon-El says, faux despair colouring his voice as his hands cover his cheeks in a poor imitation of Edvard Munch’s Scream.
"That's on you, man. Eat our food, Bats adopts you. Simple."
“Anything you’re feeling. I’m sure we can find something to sate that appetite.” The slightest sliver of a tongue peeked out from Nightwing’s lips. “Even if it’s not food.”
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. . . Wally had definitely missed something because there was no way Nightwing was coming on to him, right? No, Nightwing licking his lips, asking to get something to eat, leaning on the wall next to Wally’s head, fingers idly playing with Wally’s curls, and standing very close had to be something else. Right?
Holy shit, Nightwing was flirting with him. Like definitely, explicitly flirting with him, no ifs, ands, or buts about it.
“Aren’t you dating Batman?” Wally couldn’t stop himself from asking.
Nightwing leaned back in alarm. “What?”
Wally didn’t quite understand Nightwing’s reaction. “What?”
Author: @redsray
“Hey, who was it that sent the threat?” He asked, doing his best to subdue his grin. Hal raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment on it, so he must be doing decently.
“The Red Hood,” Hal confirmed with a sigh and Roy was two breaths away from rolling on the floor. No way. “He’s been running us in circles and we cannot get any hold of Bats.”
Roy choked on a laugh, disguising it with a cough. “That’s tough,” he said, with as much sympathy as he could muster. “Hope ya catch him, soon.”
“Me too, kid,” Hal said, getting up and ruffling Roy’s hair as he left to seemingly rejoin the conversation. “Me too.”
Roy watched him leave and let himself snicker as soon as he was sure Hal was out of earshot. He turned his head down, pulling out his phone and typing as quickly as possible.
Roy (5:59pm): DID YOU SEND A THREAT TO THE WATCHTOWER
Jay (6:01pm): Was I supposed to?
Author: @klarion-the-witch-boy
“Okay,” Hal said, dragging the word out. “So… you work with Bats sometimes.”
“Yeah. I’ve worked with him for almost twenty years,” Nightwing said.
Hal started giving a nod, then scowled. “Wait, what? Twenty years? You can’t be that old. Look at you!”
“Yeah, look at you, babe,” Redheaded-Flash snickered. “You’re in the prime of your youth. Surely— surely —you’ve only been in the hero game for a handful of years at most. Surely there was no suspiciously young superhero action going on, right? No little murder-baby doing quadruple flips right into bad guys’ faces?”
Nightwing smacked at Redheaded-Flash a few times. “Shut up,” he laughed. “Look, I’ve been in this game – okay, not a game, let’s not make it sound worse than it already is – I’ve been part of the mission for a really long time. And it sounds bad, I know, but there’s a good reason for it.”
“How bad does it sound, exactly?” Diana asked. “So far, it seems as though you are doing your best to obfusticate any solid information.”
“Okay, look. I was nine when I started going out on the rooftops,” Nightwing said.
“Nine?!” Clark yelped.
“I want you all to know that I love Dick very much,” Wally cut in before they could start to spout new threats or yell at Dick for forbidding said thing. “I never want to hurt him, and if I do, I would gladly welcome all of your threats coming true.”
“Who said they wouldn’t come true before that?” Damian muttered, sulking.
Dick, however, smiled widely. Wally grinned goofily when Dick held his hand under the table.
“I love you too,” Dick said, softly.
“Ugh, okay, we get it.” Steph groaned. “Stop making me feel single.”
“Goddamn speedsters.” Bruce muttered but continued to eat, “At least you didn’t bring home one of Queen’s.”
Wally sighed, his shoulders slumping. "I like Dick, alright? A lot. And…I was staring at him. Because I like him."
Damian blinked.
"…And before you accuse me of anything, I have no ulterior motives. I am not trying to hurt him. I am not plotting anything 'nefarious.' I'm just…" Wally paused, and felt a spark of determination. "I'm going to ask him out."
If he could handle the living hell that was Damian Wayne, surely he could deal with any potential rejection? …Or at the very least, if Dick did reject him, maybe he'd be fine after a few rounds of crying into his pillow, binge eating chocolate ice-cream, and marathoning Days Of Our Lives.
"To where?" Damian asked, his eyes narrowing sharply. "…To a dark, deserted forest, where you will lure him to his demise?"
Author: @klarion-the-witch-boy
Barry blinked very slowly. It was actually kind of impressive how slowly, in hindsight. “You have... information. On drug runners. In Central. How?”
“I have my ways.” Rob shrugged and stood. “If you need a hand...?”
“We, uh, don’t like to involve civilians in our line of work,” Barry said.
Rob gave him a funny little smile. “Well. I’m a phone call away.” He turned to Wally, who jumped up to stand with him, and gave him a brief kiss. “Seriously, call if you need help.”
“Of course, babe,” Wally said.
Then, to Barry’s utter horror, Rob turned and jumped off the building .
“Wally!”
Author: @klarion-the-witch-boy
He dropped his hand again and propped both hands on his hips. “He wants to wife you.”
“Wouldn’t it be ‘husbanding,’” Wally asked. The back of his brain was doing an impressive imitation of a dial-up tone as he refused to process what any of that actually meant.
“Bold of you to assume any of us strictly adhere to gender roles, but okay,” RR said. “Are you actually hearing me, though?”
“We’re not, like, dating or anything,” Wally said. “I don’t know what makes you think we are—”
“He’s jumping to the endgame. We all know dating should come first, but he’s so gone on you that he literally shouted B down and rage-quit in the middle of patrol yesterday, because B declined his request to impart his secret ID to you. Again. Do you know how many times he’s asked if he can tell you his ID?”
Author: @mylifeisfruk4ever
"Say hi, Timmy."
"Hi," the boy said, as Robin put him back on the ground.
Kid Flash looked on with wide eyes, "A child?! What's a child doing here?!"
"Didn't I tell you? He is my stalker."
