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Hello Anon!!! Thank you for the request, I would like to say that in the future if anyone has song prompts please tell me who wrote the song so I can find the right lyrics.

Story ain't over

Rousing from dreams, craving for someone

Jamie had never asked for this life, he never asked to have this... this bug attached to him. He didn't ask for people to start looking up to him, to praise him for his work as a "hero". Jamie wasn't a hero he was just a kid.

Wept himself to sleep

He didn't like the reach, he didn't like that they had kidnapped him and his friends, that they had stolen his body and used it for their own personal gain. He wasn't a puppet for them to throw and break and Jamie spent weeks crying himself to sleep over the people he could have hurt.

He's waiting for a sign from above

Jamie wouldn't say he's super religious, not at all. But the life style he's been given can make you belive in the impossible, it can take a man of science and show him how real magic is. And Jamie had never been one to pray but those days with the reach, the days where he screamed and begged for his friends to run and at the same time he begged to be saved. They couldn't hear him but mabye someone of a higher power could.

Where is the love

He knew he was loved, he was loved by his family and friends. But no longer by the public, he couldn’t blame them though. If he had seen someone like himself work for the reach he wouldn't trust them either. He was dangerous, the scarab was dangerous and if no one ever trusted Blue Beetle again than so be it.

The hourglass in pieces, dashed to the wall the future is over

Jamie had been scared when he heard about the future, the way Bart had told he what he would become. Jamie didn't sleep much after that. But Bart said the future had been changed, that blue beetle wasn't on mode anymore. That Jamie was good. He didn't believe it. He knew there was no reason to not believe Bart but the though of the reach getting him again would forever haunt him.

Tomorrow's been slipping away

The days begin to blur into one another, things wernt really calming down but God was it better then before. And yet Jamie didn't feel better. He felt like a fraud, an empty shell of what was his life. He didn't feel like the whole hero business was what he was made for. And every day that he got out of bed felt like his last.

And nothing remains

Jamie wasn't who he dreamed of being as a kid. He dreamed of college and nursing school, a family with a nice house and a dog. Nothing was left of that dream, he may never have those things, may never experience what "real" life was like ever again. And though he had fought the thoughts original he was starting to like the idea of a strange life.

When you open your eyes, when you gaze at the sky

The night sky was always so beautiful in El Paso, Jamie used to sit on his roof and just watch. It used to be his time to think, to plan. Now his silent nights have been filled with laughter and jokes. The once almost empty roof was filled with his friends, plans were now made as a group and there was never a silent moments. The only thing that hadn't changed was the Beauty of the night.

When you look to the stars, as they shut down the night

Jamie always loved the stars, the sky looked so beautiful with them. It was like a bucket of paint had been spilt on a black canvas. Jamie found the stars on other places too. Like Barts freckels, the specks of gold in Tye's eyes, golden clips in Virgil's hair. His friends created cosmos in Jamie's mind.

You know this story ain't over

Jamie had considered leaving this hero life behind many times, he could walk away and have a semi-normal life if he really wanted. But the world needed heros and blue beetle had just begun retelling his story. He needed to continue, every chapter comes to an end eventually but they also open new one's. Jamie's Going to keep writing his.

Where is the candle in this lonesome night?

Not all of his nights were pretty, patrols weren't really ever eventful but some nights they were brutal. He'd stumbled across a crime scene and witness the moment someone says goodbye for the last time. He'd remember the scene and replay it over and over until he couldn't anymore. His life was dark and his job was even darker. Jamie hated the Night.

He'd known it won't last forever

Jamie knew that death and destruction were a part of life, he had witnessed to much for him not to. But with every new day came new chances, new hopes and dreams. The night may be long but it will not last forever, and Jamie is okay with that.

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There in love look at those eyes!! You don't look at a friend like that

Dick

Zatanna

Kaldur

Conner

Artemis

Wally

Megan

Rocket

The silence was deafening.

Both men sat across from each other desperate to not make eye contact. Tim had left them alone in a room together, a very small, well-lit room.

This wasn't the first time Bruce and Bernard had met- it was far from it; Bernard had basically became a permanent resident at the manor.

But today was different.

Today, Bruce was acting strange and neither Tim nor Bernard could figure out why; things had been pretty mundane as of late. No crazy patrols, no murder, and no paparazzi coming out with incriminating photos.

Bruce broke the silence, and like most fathers he said unspeakable things to those around.

"Are you sleeping with my son?"

Bernard felt his heart fall to the fucking floor. His soul left his body and any last bit of dignity went with it. The question no child wants to be asked, especially not by their significant other's parents. If the room had been silent before then he had no clue what it was now.

Bruce was making direct eye contact, his eyes were scary- it felt like he was burning a hole through Bernard and the wall behind him. His eyes were normally a dull blue color but in this moment they felt like ice, promising a cold demise, and he would feel the warm embrace of death soon.

"I um- is it hot in here, I think it's hot. Mabye I should go find Tim and steal some of his summer clothes," he quickly stood and rushed towards the door. "Bernard, I asked you a question." The calm in Bruce's voice was more terrifying than he could have ever imagined.

Billionaire Bruce Wayne, father of his boyfriend, and current merciless parent, was not going to let him out of the room without an answer. What would Tim want him to say? Should he lie? Would Bruce be able to tell he's lying? Would Tim be mad at him if he didn't lie? What if he got mad at him for lying? Bernard stared at Bruce for what felt like hours.

He wanted to run. He wanted to run away and crawl into a hole in the deepest, darkest corner of the earth and live the rest of his life as a silent monk. He knew there was no way out of this. He had been caught and he would now face a painful and excruciating death for his actions.

"Yes."

Bruce's face didn't change- it didn't look like he was even breathing.

Shit, he killed Bruce, he killed Bruce fucking Wayne and the police would be here to take him away any minute, and he would have to go to jail. Bernard can't go to jail, he's too pretty to die, and he still needed to update his My Little Pony fan page. They don't give you fan pages in prison!

Bernard felt tears well in his eyes and the world was spinning and oh look there's the floor.

Bruce watched as Bernard plummeted towards the ground, Tim walking in just as he hit the floor. "Bruce, what the hell! What did you say to him?!"

Bruce looked at Tim, a small smirk appeared on his face. "You've both got matching hickeys. Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

Tim's face dropped as he backed towards the door.

"It's not what you think, I swear we were just-"

"Bernard already confessed; there's no point in lying."

Tim's face dropped in horror. "You sick bastard!! Preying on the weaker link? You should be ashamed of yourself!"

Bruce got up and headed for the door Tim wasn't blocking.

"Just be safe, I don't need to be worrying about one of you contracting a-"

Tim yelled, hoping to stop Bruce making this anymore awkward. "EWWEWWEWW!!! STOP!! I KNOW!! PLEASE JUST LEAVE AND NEVER SPEAK TO ME AGAIN!"

Tim bolted out the door, leaving an unconscious Bernard to fend for himself. He may be the Bat at night, but he's Bruce during the day, and a father's whole life's purpose is to embarrass their kid.

It was supposed to be a simple mission, quietly break into the bad guys hideout, steal some information, and report back to the league. But if there was anything the team was good at it was not being stealthy, and that's how you all found yourself on the wrong side of there hanger door. No one was close enough to hit the button that opens the door for everyone to run without someone getting in there way, and even if they could open the door there still being guarded.

The mind link was still up so everyone was attempting to come up with a plan, wally could get to the button fast enough, but he couldn't run everyone out fast enough. Conner could take down the guards but the hanger door would be closed by then and he would be trapped there. Artemis looked like she had a broken leg, Robin was unconscious, megan definitely had a major concusion so they all needed help getting out of there. Somewhere deep inside of you, you knew there was no way to save everyone, someone would have to stay behind.

You had never had a real home before, your biological parents had left you at the police station when you were two and no foster home would ever keep you. But now you had a home, mabye your home was never supposed to be a physical place but the people you would share it with.

What would your life be like without the team? They took you in and from day one they never treated you different, never got upset when you talked about your past, or when you dreamed about your future. It had taken sixteen years but you had finally found not just a home, but a family. And you were ready to protect this family with your life, so you came up with a "plan"

'Hey! Listen up you guys we don't have much time here's what we're gonna do, wally you're gonna hit the button to open the door and then you're gonna come grab Dick and run him out of here, Kaldur you're going to grad Artemis, conner you're going to grab Megan and as soon as wally hits that button you're gonna book it out of here. I'm gonna distract the guards and meet you all outside'

Everyone quickly agreed to this plan and got ready, wally nodded the everyone quickly letting them know he's about to run. Right when he did you ran forward with a piece of scrap metal you found on the ground and started wailing one every guard in sight, more and more kept flooding in and you knew there was no escaping them.

Taking a quick glance back you saw you're team on the other side, you could hear them calling your name, but the look on your face said it all. You weren't going home with them, there was so much you had wanted to tell them, so much you wanted to do with them. But you knew this was the only way to keep them safe, and as the door shut all the way you used the mind link one last time

'I love all of you very much, but you have to leave now I don't know how long I can hold them off. Don't be upset for to long, I have always been prepared to sacrifice my life for you all. Thank you for being my home.'You did your best to block the mind link out, feeling your skin torn apart and your bones broken with each new hit. As you layed on the floor, feeling the cold hands of death slowly pull you in you thought of the team.

You thought about how much you would miss baking with Megan, How you were always trying new recipes and how you occasion burnt the kitchen down. You thought about lazy days with Artemis, about watching old barbie movies and doing face mask, talking about shitty past and shitty partners. You thought about skipping classes with Wally, the adrenaline of running from secure guards and eventually ending up at the arcade, about that one time Barry had caught you.

About sitting in the garage with conner while he fixed his bike, you were always showing him new music or telling him about school. And you remembered Dick trying to teach you some gymnastics stuff, how he looked so elegant and free, and how you ended up in the med bay. You remembered beach days with Kaldur, how he was definitely judging you while you were swimming but he was just to nice to tell you. Or how you convinced him that playing mermaids was a surface tradition for new friends.

God you were really going to miss them.

Ed unlocked the door to his apartment but saw no sign of Bart, which was strange since bart is always home but the weirder thing is the apartment was completely clean, top to bottom. He walked towards their shared bedroom and it was also spotless, this couldn't get any weirder. He sat his bag down on their desk and kicked his shoes onto their shoe rack. A gust of wind blew into the room and placed a small kiss on Ed's cheeck before settling down on the bed next to him

"hey Eddie" his bright smile could light up an entire city "did you clean?" Barts smile only got bigger "yeah I thought I'd fix it up a little, ya know a little bit of a present" Bart plopped his head on Ed's lap and messed with the edge of Ed's coat. "How was your day?" Ed sighed recalling how shitty today had been, but seeing bart made him feel so happy it didn't even bother him that much anymore

"It was good, thank you for cleaning I really appreciate it" Bart buried his face in Ed's lap "of course love, I mean it's my responsibility to help out around here I really was doing the bare minimum" Ed ran his hand through Barts tangled hair, working out the knots "well yeah but I still appreciate it, it's a great present" Barts head popped up at that "oh speaking of presents" he rushed out of the room and was back in seconds with his hands behind hid back "I got you something" Ed sat up and swung his legs of the bed "you didn't have to do that doll" "but I wanted to" he extended his hand out with the present.

"you got me flowers?"

A smile spread on Ed's face as he jumped of the bed and scooped Bart up, he carefully held the flowers it was a red and yellow bouquet with tiny white flowers in between "there our colors" bart looked at Ed with a smile so bright it rivaled the sun "you truly are a blessing Bart, why flowers though?" Bart took the flowers and set them on the side table "well everyone loves flowers, and they were our signature colors and I figured it would be cute" Ed threw Bart on the bed and hopped on next to him

"I love you"

"Well I love you more"

Tw: eating disorder, throwing up. Please don't read if this will trigger you. I'm sorry if this isn't completely accurate I uses my own experience as a baseline.

Bart knew what he was doing wasn't healthy, I mean he was from a future where there was barely any food, so he knew the effects of not eating. Barry and Wally had explained to him that he needed to eat a lot to keep himself safe and healthy.

But there was a thrill that came from not eating, seeing how long he could go before he broke, how much weight he could drop and put back on before anyone noticed, knowing he's lying to everyone he cared about. It's an adrenaline rush, it makes Bart feel like he's in control of something, the rest of his life is so chaotic that this made him feel slightest bit normal which made him feel better. Mabye sometimes his clothes were to baggy, or how he almost passes out while training but he felt alive. Bart felt completely alive for the first time in his entire life, but all good things must come to an end.

Barry had asked wally and Bart to have a little training session with him, which wasn't the strangest thing in the world. Normally Barry would only ask one of them to train at a time so it was a little bit weird. They were just running simulations which only made it weirder because Barry liked to train outside. wally had taken a moment to go grab everyone water so it was just Barry and Bart. Bart had started feeling exhausted and extremely light headed but he wanted too see how much longer it would take for him to finally drop.

Barts skin was pale, more pale then usual during training."Are you okay kiddo? You're looking more pale than usual" Bart had gotten used to the question by now so he flashed a smile and bounced off the ground "yeah never better! It's just hot in here" Barry side eyed him suspiciously but nodded in agreement "yeah I guess it is pretty hotin here, hey how about when Wally gets back we all run to Keystone for some pizza"

Barts heart dropped, it was easy to say no to friends when that asked to go eat, he could tell them he had homework or training or whatever. But it didn't work like that with Barry and Wally, they would beg until he gave in and they would order so.much.food. not like a lot for a speedster but a lot for a regular person, and Bart wasn't ready to give up his streak. But he loves Barry and Wally, he loved hanging out with them and laughing with them... all the things he didn't get to do in the future.

"Sure B! Just let me run home and change, these clothes are all sweaty". He dashed off almost in tears, he knew he wouldn't be able to eat infront of them. Not now not ever. He would shake and his eyes would start to water and they would find out what he's been doing and make him eat more and he didn't want to do that! He rummaged through his drawer looking for the tightest clothes he had but they still barely hung on to him. It didn't look terrible but it would definitely be noticeable, he took one more look in the mirror before slowly (for a speedster) running off to meet up with them.

He screeched to a holt in the alley next to Barry's favorite pizza place, almost toppling over from how light headed he was. Shaking it off he walked in to see Barry and Wally already seated and he jogged over carefully, making sure he showed no signs of pain. "Hey Barty we went ahead and ordered for you" wally ruffled his hair when he sat down, Barry had a smile but something in his eyes told a different story.

He greeted Bart and started a conversation at table, he kept texting someone and Bart caught on quickly that it was wally. Evertime one of them put there phone down the other got a notification and started texting. Soon enough they were sharing glances at Bart, specifically his clothes. Damn them and there care, before it became to awkward the food came and like Bart expected it was a ton of food. Pizza, fries, sodas. It almost made Bart sick just looking at it, but this wasn't Barts first time having to eat when he didn't want to so he knew what he was doing.

He was constantly talking, always holding something to eat but rarely taking a bite, always talking sips of his drink. But it wasn’t working this time, Barry was watching Bart like a hawk and Bart could tell that if he didn't eat something he wouldn't make it out of this parlor without some kind of talk.He picked up a piece of pizza and slowly ate it, still talking so it looked like he was just to busy to eat. And he eventually got the whole slice down and picked up more fries, but something felt wrong. He felt sick, not like sick from looking at his food but actually sick, he hadn't noticed that he had stopped talking till he felt wallys hand on his sholder "Bart? Are you alright" "im gonna be sick"

Bart rushed out of the parlor and he made it one town over before his legs gave out in an alley and everything he had just ate came up. He used the wall to push himself back up and steady his legs, Bart knew this would eventually happen. He had watched it happen to people in the future, they wouldn't eat for so long that when they finally did it all came back up.

"Bart! Jesus kid are you okay" Wally sped over and swung one of Barts arms around his shoulder "yeah I'm alright, probably just ate some bad fries" Bart tried to joke but Barry and Wally both had frowns on there face "come on my apartments closer than you're house, lets get you some water" Wally scooped Bart up in his arms and they raced to his apartment

Bart knew they were catching on, he knew that they weren't stupid and everything was pointing to him having... ya know. He didn't eat around anyone, his clothes didn't fit anymore, he just looks sick, and now he's getting sick. Wally walked in with a cup of water with Barry trailing behind him "Here you go kid, I'd give you some pain killers but they wouldn't work" Bart smiled and took the cup of water, wally settled down next to Bart and let Bart rest his head on his sholder.

"Bart I want to ask you something" and there it was, the end. Bart already knew what they were going to ask him and he couldn't lie about it, not to them. But he still put on a smile "Sure B, what's up?" Barry spared a glance to wally, so that's what they were texting about “ Bart, when is the last time you ate? And i dont mean today with us when you took about five bites of food, i mean when did you last eat”

Barts smile fell off his face just as quickly as it appeared, he moved closer to wally. He knew that Barry already knew the answer to that "I... I don't really know" and just like that it was over, tears pooling in everyone's eyes. Bart tried to hide his face in Wallys chest "...I'm sorry" and the silent tears became sobs as Wally held Bart "im so sorry I didn't mean to hurt anyone else" Barry had moved so he was sitting on the other side of Bart "you have nothing to be sorry for Bart, I mean yes it hurts to know you're going through this but you don't have to apologize" Barry's voice kept cracking and wally knew he wouldn't be able to talk for much longer "kiddo, you don't have to be sorry, we understand that you are going through something and I promise we're going to do whatever it takes to help you, we love you Bart"

They really did love him

Ed and Bart had grown to be friends faster than anyone could blink, which no one really understood because they didn't seem like they would be able to stand eachother but now they seem inseparable.

They were hanging out in Barts room, Jay and Joan were both off doing old couple things so everything was silent except for there cheers and there video games in the background "you have super speed and you still can't beat me" Bart pushed Ed lightly "nah I'm just letting you win" "37 times?" Bart looked around avoiding eye contact "im committed" Ed laughed as he reached for some of the snacks on the bed.

This is how most there hangouts went, alone in Bart's rooms with way to many snacks and whatever video game of movie they have. They've been spending so much time together that Barts whole family had become suspicious, they would have Barry or wally randomly pop in unannounced and Jay and Joan would constantly walk past Barts room.

They knew what everyone was doing, they all thought they were a couple and Bart secretly wished they were but he was scared of what could happen between them, Ed could freak out and stop talking to him or mabye they do end up together and when they break up will be super awkward.

"What'ch thinking about Bart?" He had been so lost in his thoughts he hadn't noticed Ed move infront of him "Bart? You good?" Bart smiled even though his face had turned bright red "yeah! Yeah I'm good just... lost in thought" Ed tilted his head and moved slightly closer "you want to tell me about it, is it something bad" Bart layed his hand on Ed's sholder "no no! Nothing bad just... a thought" "care to share?" Bart thought for a second, welp you only live once

“would it be weird if i kissed you? be honest.” Ed stared at him for a second, mouth agape befor smiling “honestly? yes. do i care? no.” Bart smiled "seriously, you won't be freaked out?" Ed moved a little so he was completely in front of Bart and VERY close to his face "well there's only one way to find out, will you be freaked out?" Barts grin grew two sizes "absolutely not" he leaned in and waited for a second, Ed closed the gap between them

This wasn't weird at all

Sorry this took so long!!!!! Thank you for the request, I am not sure which team you are talking about but I am going to assume it it the outsiders.

Bart couldn't move, the felling in his chest, the overwhelming felling that he wasn't going to make it this time weighed down on him like a ton of bricks. Bart was no stranger to panic attacks, but he had never felt it this intensity before, it was like he was glued to the ground, like he weighed 10 tons. The sound of gun fire, the screams of his friends- his family traped him, and no amount of breathing techniques we're going to save him.

He heard the door open and a weight was suddenly presses against his shoulders shaking him rapidly, he couldn't move his head but he could make out the uniforms infront of him, Jaime and Ed were there. They weren't dead and they were right there, he felt hands hoisting him up and over there sholder and Jamie's voice rang out in the silent room.

“ stay close. whatever you do, do not leave my side. “

And Bart felt safe; which was a new experience, he didn't even feel safe with Jay and Barry, but something about the tone of Jaime's voice and the way Ed held him tightly, like if he loosened his grip Bart would dissappear, made Bart realize that he would be okay with them.

Part two

My dearest, Wallace

I loved that letter, you're so cheesy I didn't know you were even listening when I said I like letters! Its okay they you dont know what to write in letters, honestly neither do i. I know you could be here in seconds if I wanted to talk but this is actually kinda fun, like when I saw your letter I was so excited to read it and I was even more excited to respond. Oh and I am also rooting for the rat even though I didn't see what happened :)

I'd love to go to your chemist convention, I won't know anything though so you're gonna have to explain it to me. Plus I wouldn't leave you alone with Barry for that long, I know you love but God even I would need a buffer. My day has been pretty layed back,I watched Bruce fall down the stairs a minute ago I don't know if he ever got up but like he's batman who cares if he gets up. Oh I also finished my English essay, I wrote it over why fanfiction should be seen as artwork, I used a flash/batman fic as my referencen it seemed fitting and it was actually really well written.

The files were just some work batman had fallen behind I was just helping out, but thanks. Anyway I'm open any day for the sleepover, umm let's see I think that's all I have to write so ummm bye I'll talk to you later. - Dick

Damian's heart dropped at the sight in front of him, his family locked in cages, strung up, bleeding, and on the brink of death, by one of the only people he ever truly trusted.

Jon.

He remained in the shadows, watching as the Kryptonian brutally beat his father.The blood splatters on Jon's face made him feel nauseous. It wasn’t really the blood that had made him feel that way-- he had seen plenty of blood in his life.

It was what the blood represented: his loss, not only the possible loss of his family, but the loss of... of a friend. He thought of all the times the roles had been reversed, when it had been Jon watching as blood rolled down his face. Everyone had always thought Damian to be the dangerous one of the two; how could you not? He was raised by assassins.

In this moment he knew it was never true, that his best friend had truly snapped.He knew that Jon was misguided, he believed it was their fault Clark disappeared. The sad truth was that Clark just left, he abandoned everyone and left for a new planet. He didn't tell Jon before leaving, knowing that Jon would have followed him. Maybe he should have.

Damian knew that Jon wouldn't stop, not now at least, but that wasn't going to stop Damian from trying; if there was even a little bit of his Jon left he needed to find it. Damian stepped out of the shadows and silently walked towards the blood bath in front of him.

"Jonathan, you need to stop."

Jon's head snapped in Damian's direction, a sick grin formed on his face.

"You're just the person I was looking for." He didn't release his grip on Bruce, but he did stop the beating.

"I'm going to get rid of your father, just like you got rid of mine."

Damian's body tensed. He knew every night they went out that there was a possibility Bruce could die, but it wasn't till this moment, this vile moment, it truly regestered in his mind.He knew to keep calm, that an outburst could cost someone their life.

"Revenge won't bring you peace, it only brings more pain to a cold world."

Damian could see the muscles tense on Jon's face, not a good sign.

"I don't want peace, I want justice."

He finally released Bruce and Damian sighed internally, but things continued to get worse.

"You do it."

Damian's face dropped.

"You kill him, kill all of them, and we could finally bring this world to justice. We can do it our way."

Jon took a few steps in Damian's direction. "It's in your blood, you are an Al Ghul by birth. It is time to cleanse this world of its sins. Starting with him."

He reached out for Damian, but he flinched back violently.

Jon's face contorted into anger. "He has weakened you, you were a fierce assassin; you can be again. Once he's gone, nobody can stop us, and if Superman ever has the courage to return, we'll send him to hell. We can be better than they ever were. We can fix the world, we can be the Batman and Superman Earth deserves, you just have to join me."

Damian felt like he couldn't breathe. He never thought Jon could ever become this corrupt; Jon always believed the world was a good place with some bad people, but this? This wasn't salvageable. He wasn't coming back, Jon wasn't coming back and he wanted Damian to go with him too.

His heart sank; he had cared for Jon more than many people in his life. Jon helped him feel human, he helped him feel wanted, and now he was gone. Someone had stolen Jon's body and shredded his heart.

"You do not turn on family." The words felt strange on his tongue.

Damian wasn't as stone cold as he was when he first arrived in Gotham, but he was still prideful, and while in his head he called them family, he had never actually said it out loud, and certainly not to their faces. Jon looked angry, he looked hurt, and Damian could almost feel the rage coming off him in waves.

"They're not my family, and neither are you."

Damian felt like his whole world was falling apart faster than he could put it back together. Jon used to call Damian his brother, his ride or die.

"I won't allow you to hurt anyone else. You need to let them go."

Jon spared a glance to the cages, people he once considered a second family.

"No. I will bring this world to justice one way or another. They are the first step in my plan. I guess I'll just have to add you in as the second."

Damian attempted to move towards the cages, Jon instantly blocking his path. But Jon was no longer family and Damian would do anything for family.

"Don't get in my way."

Jon didn't look amused, "What are you going to do? You can't save them, you couldn't even save me."

"I saved myself."

You're body ached but you kept running, the blood pouring from your body made you feel cold but you kept running, the sound of your fathers maniac laughter echoed on the walls sending chills you hadn't felt in years but you kept running. Because they needed you, your team- no your family needed you, there lives were on the line and you were the only person who could save them.

You knew this would happen one day, your father would track you down and hurt everyone and everything you loved, he would ruin your life just because you left him. He was abusive and manipulative and a danger to everyone including himself, and when you we're eleven you saw your chance, your chance to escape him and actually help people instead of hurting them; and you took it, you ran as fast as your feet would carry you.

And after a couple months living out of homeless shelters and in dirty alleys, fighting crime around the clock until your legs gave out from under you and your were forced to take a break, you ended up in gotham and a certain bat saw potential in you.

He introduce you to the team, and while you wernt exactly welcomed with open arms they grew to love you. You spent your days traning with them and fighting crime, but you also watched movies and had game nights, and eventually they became your family because blood doesn't actually run thicker than water.

You loved them but now, as you ran the hallways of a familiar warehouse, where you were beaten and manipulated into thinking you were meant to be bad, that the heros were the ones who really messed up the world you realized that you might be the reason they never make it home.

"(Y/n) you better hurry, I don't know how much longer your friends have before they bleed out"

you block him out, he doesn't have any control over you now "wouldnt that be a shame, the world's greatest sidekicks, died because someone ran away from home"

you followed the small drops of blood that lead into a dark room, the lights flashed on showing your friends in two different cages; conner, wally, Megan, and Kaldur were all in one cage with meta dampening collars on while Dick, Artemis, and zatana were all chained up and gaged in another cage. They all looked like they had tried to fight the fucking justice league with toothpicks so many broken bones and bruise it almost made you sick

"(Y/n) you finally made it, I'm so glad you could join us" your father rung out from the dark corner he was hiding in, he always was on for the dramatics but this was flat out creepy

"dad you don't have to do this, there are other ways to get my attention" your voice showed no sign of the impending doom you felt, you knew he was fucking crazy and if he had to kill your friends to get a rise out of you than he wouldn't hesitate

"oh but this is so much fun! I loved these little games when you were growing up!" You clenching your fist, you hate this man and judt being here is freaking you out

"Murder isn't a fuck game! You can't keep killing people"

His face faltered, obviously he wasn't amused with your behavior, as a kid you would laugh even if you were completely terrified but you could tell that even though he couldn't see your face, he could tell you were upset "you were so much more amusing as a child, what happened to you"

You studded the room, looking for anything that could help you get your friends out and get as far away from him as possible "I grew up, clearly you didn't"

he started towards you slowly "now we don't have to be rude (Y/n), I still care for you"

as he got to close for comfort you reached behind you for your weapon he stoped titling his head "now now, I don't want to fight, I want your help!"

Confusion washed over your face "help me kill them, we can go back to the way things used to be! You and me against the world kiddo!"

You help your weapon close to your side "you are so delusional! Things weren't good when I was a kid, we killed people who were innocent, they didn't deserve that!"

You meet his eyes, they were cold and dark he looked more deranged than you remember him being and with the small bit of courage you had left you mustered up the words you had meant to say your whole life

"I won't let you hurt them, it's not right" his eyes hardened and he reached for his weapon

"you can't protect any of them." raising your weapon, you took one last look at your friends, they watched intently and with fear in there eyes, seeing them made something deep within you snap

"we'll see about that"

Tw: nightmares, sleeping pills, mental health talks

Gar had been recovering, everything should have been fine now right? Conner was back, he was in group therapy and had one on one sessions so he should be getting better. But the nightmares never went away, he could still see conner dying even though he now knew that conner never died, he still saw everyone blame him for conners (everyones) death, he still saw his team falling apart right infront of him with him being powerless to stop it.

but they were just bad dreams; none of that really happened so why was this still happening to him? He had gone back to taking sleeping pills a couple weeks ago though he made sure not to talk about that during his sessions, if they knew he was regressing than they would up the amount of therapy sessions, he would loss the little privacy he had been given. It's not like he wanted to get worse, but panic, fear, sadness; these were the only emotions he felt safe with. He had lived so much of his life in chaos, in survival mood that he didn't fell okay being okay and he would get over it soon enough right?

... right?

Tw: lots of fluff, love confessions

Bart raced from the tower back home to his room, a mission taking way to long for anyone to enjoy. Flopping down on his bed and rolling over there was a small envelope layed on one of his pillows with his name nearly written on it, he almost didn't open it but something made it feel urgent. He pulled the folded piece of paper out and started reading

Bart, I almost didn't write this but I feel like it's a better time than ever to finally tell you I mean it is valentine's day, but I think I really really like you. You're one of my closest friends but I don't feel for you how I feel for my other friends, there's something special about you that no one else has, you're it for me Bart I want to see you everyday and and want to spend every minute with you, everytime we get paired together on missions I get so excited! You're my best friend and I want us to be more, and I completely understand if you don't feel the same I just couldn't go any longer without you knowing, I honestly don't know what else to write and I need to put this in your room before I chicken out so, Happy valentine's day Bart -Ed

Bart smiled, laying the note back on his bed

"Happy valentine's day Ed"