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I Saw Grayson Kissing Santa Claus by pupeez4eva
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DCU, Batman (Comics)
17 Feb 2017
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It’s Christmas time, and Damian is on a mission - to stop this ‘Santa Claus’ fellow from molesting his older brother.
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- Part 1 of Bat-Family Holiday Fics
- Part 1 of I Saw Grayson Kissing Santa Claus
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Apparently, Mr. Oz decided psychologically torturing a 15 year-old for six months was no longer "cool." And now Tim's paying the price for that, because instead of killing him like any good, self-respecting villain would, he's dropped him back on Earth with an apology and a snack.
Or,
It's been six months for Tim. It's been 10 years for Tim's family.
I'm sure it will all be fine.
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In which Blaise has a bet with Theo. How long will it take Draco to realize that he's raising an army who adore him? The answer may surprise you.
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The Gray Son is the perfect weapon, the perfect tool for the Court of Owls. CADMUS made sure of that. All he needs are orders. And yet his newest master, Bruce Wayne, seems reluctant to deploy him.
Alternatively: Bruce adopts. Again.
Alternatively alternatively: Dick’s clone, a living weapon, learns how to be a son, a brother, and a friend.
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- Part 1 of distortions
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The Cassandra Metaphor by writersagainstwritersblock
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types, Nightwing (Comics), Teen Titans - All Media Types
16 Sep 2025
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Through the carnage came a figure cloaked in shadow, she appeared to move through the bodies rather than step on top of them. Even standing somewhere around seven or eight feet tall, she was far too humanoid to be a foe, they had long since abandoned their ruse of playing at humanity. She wore a cloak that appeared to dissipate and knit together like threads of smoke, the gossamer threads like the grey of a new dawn. Under the hood, he could only just make out her eyes, a clouded sky blue, pupils, and her gaze unending.
She stopped before him, their eyes meeting through his tears. There was no empathy in her gaze, only his own agony reflected back at him, though her hand was light as a soft breeze as she tipped his chin up.
“Please,” Dick said, even though he didn’t know what he was asking for: release, mercy, death.
“You long to go back.”
“Yes.”
“For a different outcome.”
Dick nearly choked on the word, “yes.”
“I can make it so. I can give you the gift of foresight, but I warn you, it comes at great sacrifice as it does for anyone else who it is bestowed upon.”
Dick Grayson may not be able to change everything, but my god, is he going to try.