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    Prompts pulled from Dead Dove Kinktober 2025 on Tumblr and written.... whenever I get to them.

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    I like prompts! I'm just not always very good at deadlines. So if I fill something late, it must be because time is fake.

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    These are all SEPARATE stories! They do not have to be read in any specific order! Read the tags on each fic.

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    Bruce doesn’t know what’s wrong with his child, but he’s pretty sure kids aren’t meant to work like this.

     

    From the day he had looked up into the tops of the circus tent and saw a frightened mirror image of a boy who had just experienced the worst day of his life, Bruce had instantly gone into emergency mode.

     

    The Gotham PD had wanted to pass the boy off into the care of the circus. The circus had mumbled underneath their breaths about superstitions, about not having a boy like that with them, about not being able to handle something like Dick. So GCPD, not knowing what to do, had started talking about one of the handful of overburdened boy homes that handles a majority of Gotham’s unlucky orphans.

     

    All the while, the camera lights flash bright and loud, wanting to know everything.

     

    Bruce couldn’t let that happen.

     

    Not then, not ever again.

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    Bruce is trying his best to protect the city that he loves. He doesn't know how exactly his Robins came to be- they're not fully human, not even at all. All he knows is that he wants to keep them safe.

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    08 Jul 2026

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    Bruce had been young when the curse, the boon, the magic had been placed on him. The way it had been spoken to him, had been cast upon him, was as Bruce, not as Batman. Not as a creature of the night but just a man, not as something impossible to define and escaping into the shadows but as a face and a name and a presence that was very present in the room.

    The woman who had cast the thing had been powerful in her own strange ways, if uncontrollable, she had whispered words in the throes of passion that had been laced with the curse, the boon, the magic.

    Bruce remembers, because that was the last time he had seen his own cock.

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    Bruce gets a curse, a boon, magic placed on him that makes is so that his dick gets morphed into the fantasies of anybody who wants him. This turns out interesting for many reasons.

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    06 Jul 2026

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    Where is Damian? Why can’t he see anything clearly? Where is the little brat? Damian had been by him in the cave when everything had exploded, they had been arguing like always when the two of them had gotten the punishment to go clean the trophy room, stop yelling at each other, stop being at each other's throat for two minutes and go clean the goddamn trophy room-

    They had been cleaning, got into another knock out drag out argument, and it had come so close to blows and they had been screaming more than cleaning and-

    The stupid fucking shoe, in the magical section- exploded out-

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    Tim and Damian switch bodies, the two of them realize exactly why the other does the things they do.

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    06 Jul 2026

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    He’s nine again– nine and new and knows so many things now so rather than try to go back–

    He thinks he has the chance to make things right.

    The bright blue trainers he puts on are a pair he hasn’t worn in forever, something he never thought about after he grew out of them (will grow out of?) a year from now, and sets off into the night and into the rain.

    The plan he has in his brain is not really a plan, moreso just a couple of half thrown ideas and maybe five steps into building back the life he had in the most painless way he could.

    Maybe, he thinks, maybe this plan can start off with the family he misses– because he’s sixty and most of them too injured or too old or too dead–

    Call him selfish but he misses them. He would rather find them than get himself back into that lonely existence he called a life before he woke up at nine.

    Dick makes do because that’s all he can do really.

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    Dick gets sent back in time, but don't worry, he's got this. (Probably)

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    06 Jul 2026

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    “You like happy endings, huh?” Stiles says, lying pressed in against his back, sliding his fingers along the edge of Derek’s chest, along his ribs and up his sternum.

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