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Cass and Steph could barely contain their excitement. Their hearts raced at the thought: four million subscribers. It was a number that bordered on surreal—something that, years ago, had seemed like a distant dream. Now, it was within their grasp, and the celebration livestream had to be perfect.
Steph bit her lower lip, her fingers drumming nervously on the table. "What if we accidentally spoil it before the livestream?" she thought, her eyes widening for a second. Cass, always the more level-headed of the two, gave her a light pat on the back. "Relax, everything’s planned down to the last second. They won’t see this coming."
But even with Cass’s confidence, a nagging doubt lingered. The fandom was this close to figuring out their secret. Messages, theories, videos analyzing every frame—everything hinted that C was Cassandra Cain Wayne. Little by little, it was no longer a mystery but a truth about to explode.
Still, pride won out. Because this wasn’t just about revealing C’s identity—it was about blowing everyone away. They weren’t just going to tell; they were going to show. And the idea of gathering the entire Wayne family for a dance competition? Pure madness. The kind that made Steph grin.
Everyone in the family had backed the two of them up—after all, they knew how hard Cass and Steph had worked to grow the channel over the past two years without relying on the Wayne name.
Not to mention that, as an added bonus, the livestream would make the theory that Bruce Wayne is Batman seem even more absurd and nonsensical. After all, why would Gotham’s most paranoid and reclusive hero organize a dance livestream with his kids and post it online? No one would believe that kind of madness.
The plan was simple. Theoretically.
Eight dance routines. Two of them with everyone together—the first to warm up (or to cause immediate chaos, depending on your perspective) and the last to go out with a bang worthy of a Marvel movie. The other six? Pure Wayne-family chaos.
The rules were simple:
1.The six groups would be formed independently.
2.No leaking the song choice.
3.No rehearsing where anyone could see.
4.The other groups would only find out the choreography on the day of the performance.
Of course, there was a penalty: anyone caught trying to spy on another group’s routine would be punished—each sibling would get to expose one of the traitor’s personal secrets.
Those who couldn’t dance were assigned as judges. Barbara and Damian served as technical judges, while Jon took on the role of emotional judge—because, let’s be honest, someone had to balance out the other two’s seriousness.
Behind the scenes, as the groups secretly rehearsed their choreography, a new side competition emerged: to compare how fast their boyfriends would react during the livestream performances.
To keep things fair (and way funnier), Steph and Cass decreed:
Each participant could only use:
✓ One symbol
✓ One sign
✓ Their boyfriend’s representative color
Breaking any rule would result in automatic disqualification from the betting pool.
Bruce and Clark made it clear they wouldn’t join the bet—but that didn’t mean they’d sit out the fun. Each had prepared a little surprise for their husband, and judging by Clark’s mischievous grin, it was obvious his would be the most… intense.
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On the big day of the livestream, Cass's dance studio was flawless.
The cameras, positioned at strategic angles, guaranteed the best shots. The lighting, carefully adjusted, highlighted everyone without overpowering. The sound? Tested and retested to exhaustion – no technical detail escaped their perfectionism.
And as the final stroke of genius, Alfred's snack table gleamed in the corner—a veritable feast fit for kings: impeccably cut sandwiches, crispy appetizers, and even a cake decorated with the channel's logo. Hunger? Not a chance.
To the right, a cozy U-shaped sofa awaited participants between performances. This was where the magic would happen—the infectious laughter, the hilarious teasing, and that unique chemistry that made the audience feel like part of the family. It was the kind of warmth only the Waynes could create.
Bruce, always three steps ahead, had already briefed Wayne Enterprises' media team about the event.
What he hadn't anticipated was his team's enthusiasm: not only did they approve, they loved the idea. "This will generate perfect hype for upcoming releases," they said, even suggesting some pre-planned teases to drive fans and media wild. Bruce nodded, but deep down, he knew this went far beyond marketing—it was his family having fun, and the whole world had VIP tickets to watch.
One by one, the Bat-Family arrived, each in meticulously prepared outfits—everything set up in private dressing rooms complete with protective covers and even professional makeup stations.
Barbara, with the efficiency of someone who's coordinated far more dangerous missions, ran the final pre-show checks like she was defusing a bomb:
Camera angles? ✔️
Mics and audio? ✔️
Lighting? ✔️
Alfred and snacks? ✔️
Flawless auto-captions? ✔️
Real-time translation? ✔️ "Every language on Earth without delay. Even Kryptonian, just in case."
Servers? ✔️ Crash-proof—WayneTech doesn't mess around.
Meanwhile, in the digital backstage…
The Wayne Enterprises media team quietly confirmed:
✔️ Moderators in position – Scattered across all platform chats, ready to "disappear" spoilers and less-than-friendly comments.
✔️ Real-time donations: Active links directing to WE-affiliated charities worldwide (with live fundraising totals auto-updated on screen).
Barbara took a deep breath, scanning the room with the trained eye of someone who’s averted digital apocalypses before. Everything was set:
Team in position? Check.
Mics? No phantom feedback.
Outfits? Instagram-worthy, even in post-chaotic-routine sweat mode.
With a satisfied smile—and a touch of pride—she gave the signal:
"We're all set. The chaos can begin whenever you're ready.”
🔴 LIVE ONLINE 🔴
Cass was in her natural habitat: an enigma wrapped in layers of mystery and cotton. A cap pulled low over her eyebrows, a black mask covering everything—except that razor-sharp gaze, piercing enough to cut through the screen and unravel the souls of all 4 million viewers.
"Just another day, another circus," she thought, adjusting her lapel mic.
Beside her, Steph burst onto the scene like a glitter bomb—arms wide, grin ear to ear, enough energy to power Gotham for a month.
"GOOD MORNING, GOOD AFTERNOON, GOOD NIGHT, EVERYONE! 🔥" Her voice exploded like a firework at a summer festival: loud, colorful, and borderline dangerous. "IS EVERYONE AWAKE OUT THERE? BECAUSE TODAY, WE’RE BREAKING THE INTERNET! 4 MILLION STRONG, AND THIS CHAT IS ALREADY PURE CHAOS!"
The livestream stats skyrocketed like fireworks on the day Brazil won the World Cup—sixth title glory—while the chat erupted into a frenzy, a flood of messages defying the laws of physics. Steph, of course, was in heaven. Her grin screamed lottery winner, eyes sparkling with the adrenaline of commanding the storm
The chat was moving at terrifying speed:
[WayneTruthSeeker]: CAMPED HERE SINCE 5PM! MY GODDESSES HAVE FINALLY ARRIVED! ✨🏕️
[BatarangLover]: ^^^STOLE MY COMMENT, THIEF! 😤
[WayneTruthSeeker]: SLOWPOKES GET WHAT THEY DESERVE! 😈 I’VE BEEN HERE SINCE 4PM (YES, I’M A MUMMY NOW FROM WAITING). 🍿⚰️ #FanLife
[BatSignal420]: CHAT FILLING UP FASTER THAN LADY GAGA’S 2025 BRAZIL SHOW
[CFan123]: C??? WHEN WILL SHE REVEAL THAT PERFECT FACE? 😭💔 I’M LIKE: ‘SHOW IT OR I DIE’ (HELP)
[StephSquad]: @CassFan123 CHILL, TODAY’S THE DAY! (…I THINK… 75% SURE)
[BiPanicAttack]: SHAKING MORE THAN JELLO IN AN EARTHQUAKE! ☕💥 MY COFFEE JUST FLEW ONTO MY OTHER KEYBOARD, SOS! ☕🔥 SOMEONE SEND ME A TOWEL (AND AN ANXIETY PILL)!
[OracleIsWatching]: 5K PEOPLE IN 30 SECONDS? ABSOLUTE RECORD.
[BruceWaynesCreditCard]: Super Chat (R$50): "STEPH, MARRY ME TOO!"
[Moderador_Gotham]:@BruceWaynesCreditCard Keep it respectful or get banned 🌚🚨 #RespectTheQueens
"EVERYBODY!" Steph blurted out with the energy of someone who just grabbed the last slice of pizza—"Today isn’t JUST about 4 million subs..."
She paused dramatically, clutching the YouTube plaque like it was an Oscar.
"...OR JUST about this beauty that’ll look PERFECT on our wall!"
Another pause. The chat stopped breathing.
"You NOTICED we have some VERY special guests today, right?" She turned to Cass, eyes sparkling: "Right, C? 👀"
The audience—oh, the audience—lost their minds completely. Cheers, screams, people jumping like the world was ending in five minutes.
Steph, with Oscar-worthy fake indignation, raised her left hand and wiggled her bare ring finger as irrefutable proof:
"And since I’m still not an official member of this family— dramatic pause— ...like, ZERO ring here, unlike a certain reporter who married a certain billionaire and got a whole legion of kids as a bonus!"
The chat immediately lost 60% of its collective brain cells.
"...SO I’LL LET YOU ALL HANDLE THIS OVER TO MY GODDESS OF DANCE!"
[Detective_Robin]: "I KNEW IT! I HAD SCREENSHOTS OF CASS AT THE 20XX GALA! 🕵️♂️🔍 #CassWayne #IToldYouSo"
[BruceWaynesCreditCard]: Super Chat (R$1,000): CASS, MARRY ME TOO! I HAVE A PRIVATE ISLAND AND A SNEAKER COLLECTION!
[FashionPolice_BR]: @Detective_Robin SAW THAT TOO! THOSE ALEXANDER McQUEEN SNEAKERS COST 3 MONTHS OF MY RENT 😭 #HowToGetAdoptedByBruce"
[ConspiracyCass]: Super Chat (R$20): "I DEMAND A FORMAL APOLOGY FROM THE HATERS! #CassWayne 💅 Where’s the ‘she’ll never reveal her face’ crowd now? Or the ‘C can’t be Cassandra Wayne’ doubters? EAT YOUR WORDS, BABE!”
[HatersToTheLeft]: @ConspiracyCass THE HATERS BE LIKE: 🤡🤳 #CryingInTheCorner
[AntiVaxxerButRight] (Super Chat R$1): "I'LL NEVER APOLOGIZE! 😤 (BUT IF CASS ASKS NICELY… I MIGHT CONSIDER IT.)"
[PettyBetty]: KEEP DREAMING, HUN ✨
[DieMadAboutIt]: I'LL DIE WRONG BEFORE I APOLOGIZE! 💪 KISS MY GAINS
[ConspiracyCass]: @DieMadAboutIt APOLOGY ACCEPTED, BABE 💋
[DieMadAboutIt]: @ConspiracyCass 🤬🤬🤬🤬 BLOCKED + REPORTED
[ConspiracyCass]: @DieMadAboutIt 🌚🌚🌚 SPEAK UP, CAN’T HEAR YOU FROM MY HIGH HORSE.
[DramaQueen]: THIS FIGHT IS MORE ICONIC THAN BATMAN VS JOKER! 🎭💥
The studio fell dead silent.
Cass moved with slow, calculated precision—removing her cap, then lifting her hand to the black mask. Her fingers slid beneath the fabric like she was disarming a bomb.
One sharp tug.
The face revealed.
She ran her fingers through her hair, tossing it back with the elegance of someone who’d just won a war without a sound. Her eyes—always sharp as blades—now glowed with serene, almost unsettling confidence, leaving her girlfriend weak.
"Good evening." Her voice was the perfect contrast: soft as silk, but with the steel of someone who’d taken down 20 thugs before breakfast. "Pleasure to finally meet you properly. I’m Cassandra Wayne.”
Chapter 2
Notes:
✨ Hey bats and supers! ✨
Chapter 2 is here—and to fully immerse you in the vibe, I’ve linked the songs and outfits to match the choreo! 🎶👀
🎥 Timestamps in the fic sync up with the videos!
This chapter’s track:
🎵 Magnetic- ILLIT ➝ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6KIuzXYR16Y
As viewers saw:
🎵https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gCdNHUYP1iE
Feel free to:
✨ Comment
✨ Leave KudosMini spoiler: Only those who’ve read "Operation: Sleep Well, Destroy Better" will get this—Brucie’s official theme song incoming. 😉
See you next Friday! 😘
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The chat froze for a millisecond—as if the entire internet had held its breath—before EXPLODING into an avalanche of messages scrolling across the screen, lighting up Steph’s smiling face.
[BallerinaSoul]: CASS I’VE SEEN YOUR BALLET AT GOTHAM THEATER!! YOU DANCE LIKE AN ANGEL 😭💫 (ME OVER HERE TRIPPING AT HOME IN MY SHEIN TUTU)
[WayneSimp01]: "YOU SLAY, MY QUEEN! 👑✨ #CassWayne"
[LOL…..]: "OH MY GOD???? IS SHE THE MOST PERFECT THING I’VE EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE????"
[Panelasemtampa]: 🏳️🌈 "SHE JUST YANKED ME OUT OF THE CLOSET IN 0.2 SECONDS"
[Divonica]: 👑 "CASS WAYNE, MY QUEEN, MY CRIME, MY DEATH!"
[PanicAtTheGala]: Super Chat R$10: BEAUTIFUL + RICH = HOW CAN I NOT FALL IN LOVE? 😍💸
[StephProtectionSquad]: @PanicAtTheGala 🧹 SCRAM! SHE’S MARRIED! 🧹🚫
[PanicAtTheGala]: @StephProtectionSquad BUT I JUST WANT ONE LITTLE SECOND! 😭👉👈 (OR A PHOTO, OR A HUG...)
[BiDisaster911]: NO NO 🧹 NO 🧹 RESPECT THE MARRIAGE!
[NoHetero]: NA-NE-NI-NO-NO! 🧹🧹🧹🧹🧹
[BatFamilyTherapist]: I REFUSE TO BE THE DAUGHTER OF ANOTHER DIVORCED COUPLE! I ALREADY HAVE TRAUMA FROM MY PARENTS! 😂
Cass skimmed the messages on the screen with her eyes, and a small but devastating smile curled on her lips.
"You all are... very lively in chat today."
Her voice, smooth as silk and sharp as a Batarang, made one thing clear: she knew exactly what chaos she was unleashing.
And the fandom LOST EVERY LAST CRUMB OF SANITY THEY HAD LEFT.
[BiPanicEmergency]: "HOLY SHIT?? CASS SMILING LIKE THAT? 📢📢 OFFICIALLY PAN! 📢📢 (fainting in slow motion) HELP, SOMEONE CATCH ME BEFORE I HIT MY HEAD!"
[Masochists8000] : "CASS, PLEASE STEP ON ME 🥺👉👈"
[FallingHard]: "WHERE’S MY STRAIGHT CARD? BECAUSE I RIPPED IT, BURNED IT, AND THREW IT IN THE TRASH! 🔥🏳️🌈"
[FandomTherapist]: "I AM NOT READY FOR THIS LEVEL OF SEDUCTION! 😳"
[SapphicWarrior]: "I WAS ALREADY A LESBIAN, BUT NOW I’M BURIED IN THIS VALLEY! 🌈⚰️"
[Square2x]: "CASS WAYNE JUST MADE ME QUESTION EVERYTHING I KNEW ABOUT MYSELF!"
[WelcomeToTheJungle]: "WELCOME TO THE SISTERHOOD, MY LOVES! 🏳️🌈✨"
[StephanieWonAtLife]: Super Chat R$50: "💸STEPH, YOU LUCKY SON OF A GUN, OH MY GOD 😭💍"
[WayneSexualityCrisis]: "THIS PROVES MY POINT: YOU CAN’T BE STRAIGHT WITH A WAYNE AROUND. (Bruce’s smile alone wrecked 3 generations.)"
[BatBiomes]: "THIS FAMILY IS THE EMBODIMENT OF THE 'BISEXUAL AWAKENING' TROPE!"
[MarineBiology]: "Steph you lucky bitch 😭😭😭😭"
Steph popped into frame with that trademark smirk of hers—the same one that sent Gotham’s criminals into panic mode—and wrapped her arms around Cass from behind, resting her chin on her shoulder.
"I know, this goddess is MINE!" she announced, with the pride of someone who'd just won an Oscar.
Cass rolled her eyes, but a smile escaped—half-embarrassed, she covered her face with her hand. "How ridiculous," she thought... but deep down, she found it cute. Yes, cute. And she hated admitting Steph had this power over her.
"Today we have a VERY special audience! My family members are here, but..."
Steph, who’d vanished for a few seconds, reappeared holding a sign.
"Before we introduce them… officially, let’s go over today’s schedule."
The chat WENT WILD.
🔹 "WHAT EVENTS??"
🔹 "ALREADY HYPER!"
🔹 "WHERE’S THE FAMILY??”
Steph ignored the chaos and pointed to the sign with the flair of a game show host:
"EIGHT CHOREOGRAPHIES!" — The audience cheered — "EACH NEW DANCE ONLY UNLOCKS WHEN WE HIT GOALS!" She leaned into the camera, eyes sparkling with pure mischief. "...LET’S TALK. And maybe... REVEAL SOME SECRETS."
Cass, seeing Steph had already done her part with that over-the-top drama only she could pull off, decided to play along. With an almost inaudible sigh, she leaned toward the camera like she was sharing a secret.
"And since this is a special stream..." — she glanced around, feigning caution — "...all my family members are participating today. As dancers... or judges."
The camera suddenly cut to the judges’ panel, revealing Barbara, Damian, and Jon waving at the audience.
Then, in a cut so fast it would make the Flash jealous, the screen switched to show the rest of the family—all squeezed onto the U-shaped couch, blowing kisses and throwing heart hands.
Was it cute? Absolutely.
Was it organized? Not even a little.
Was it 100% Wayne? Without a doubt.
Steph reappeared with a more serious tone, though that glint of mischief still danced in her eyes:
— "Just a reminder—ALL donations go straight to the charities we support!"
She paused, raising her hands like someone delivering an important announcement,
— "If you can’t donate right now, the link’s in the description. Every little bit helps!"
The chat exploded at a speed that would impress even Batman.
Messages flooded in:
🔹 Donation ✅ DONE! #WayneArmy
🔹 CONFIRMED
🔹 GOAL HIT IN 3 COUNTRIES!
To an outsider, the Wayne fandom might seem... well, terrifying.
Because this wasn’t just any fandom.
This was an army—one that had somehow absorbed the Batclan’s hidden essence and unleashed it upon the world. Their ranks included:
Intelligence Division: People who tracked information better than the CIA, FSB, and MI6 combined (why do you think the Waynes are so protective of their secret identities?).
Fact Hunters: A dedicated team that crushed rumors before they could even leave the inner circle.
Official Propaganda Wing: Anonymous influencers who spread updates worldwide in seconds.
When news of the livestream dropped, Wayne fandom hubs transformed into special ops headquarters:
📢 OFFICIAL FANDOM ALERT: "LIVE NOW. ALL MEMBERS IN POSITION. REPEAT: ALL.📢
Links being deployed across: Twitter, Telegram, Discord, Tinder, OLX, EVEN THE FAMILY GROUP CHAT NOBODY READS.”
Within five minutes flat, the following occurred:
✔️ Notifications detonated on phones globally.
✔️ Fan groups flooded with screenshots, memes, and even "livestream survival guides."
✔️ Casual fans emerging from the shadows like vampires on a full moon ("Just here to lurk…" Lies).
And when they learned the stream would be recorded? Collective relief. Because nobody deserved:
❌ Missing that moment in 4K.
❌ Losing edit-worthy footage.
❌ Being stuck at work without a chance to scream into a pillow.
The screen flashed with a thunderous "GOAL 1: COMPLETE!" in golden letters, accompanied by fireworks sound effects.
Steph did a little hop in place, spinning to face Cass with a smirk that blended teasing and pride:
"Looks like we barely finished explaining and we've already crushed the first goal, huh, C?" She arched an eyebrow, daring her girlfriend to deny the obvious – that this fandom was a monster of efficiency.
Cass looked at the camera, her sharp eyes conveying both pride and a silent "what did I do to deserve this?" before confirming with a nod:
"We hit it. With flying colors."
Steph DID NOT WASTE A SECOND.
"LISTEN UP, PEOPLE! THE FIRST SONG – THE ONE YOU'VE BEEN BUGGING US ABOUT FOR MONTHS..."
Dramatic pause. The chat held its breath.
"...IS NONE OTHER THAN... ILLIT'S 'MAGNETIC'!"
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[JasonToddsThighs]: "EMERGENCY, JASON'S HIP MOVES SHOULD BE ILLEGAL! 🚑💘 JUST IMAGINING IT DRAINED 2 LITERS OF BLOOD! (DONATE BLOOD, Y'ALL, I'LL NEED 5 BAGS!)"
[DickGraysonKryptonite]: "DICK'S SMILE? 💫 CHAIN REACTION: 1) BI FOLKS FAINT, 2) PAN FOLKS SOB, 3) GAYS GET RESURRECTED"
[4KTVOwner]: 💸 Super Chat R$100: "THIS DEMANDS MY 85" 8K DOLBY ATMOS TV! 📺✨ WATCHING ON PHONE IS A CRIME AGAINST THESE GODS"
[WayneCultLeader]: "HALLELUJAH, BRETHREN! MONTHS OF PRAYERS ANSWERED! 🙏"
[BruceWayneSimp]: "HOLD UP... BRUCE WAYNE DANCING?! 😱 MY DADDY ISSUES JUST SHORT-CIRCUITED! 🧎♀️🔥 (SLOW-MO FAINT) CALL 911... AND MY EMERGENCY THERAPIST!"
[GTA.GARRA]: "FIIIIIIIIINALLY 🥹🥹🥹"
[SuperbatShipper]: (Super Chat R$500) "BRUCE & CLARK DANCING TOGETHER? 😍💃🕺 I DIED, REINCARNATED, AND NOW DEMAND TO BE BURIED WITH THIS FOOTAGE!"
They moved into position with Batman-drilled precision. The music began—their synchronization rivaled ILLIT’s, but with that Wayne flair that turned every step into high art.
0:25
[WayneEntertainmentCEEEO]: (Super Chat R$1000) "WAYNE ENTERTAINMENT BOARD: DEBUT A K-POP GROUP. 🎤✨ #WayneIdols "
[JasonToddSweats]: "JASON DANCING + OWNING YOUR FAV CLUB (RED) = MY PAYCHECK IS YOURS! 💸🕺"
0:36-0:48
[MarryMeDick]: "GRAYSON, MARRY ME RN! 💍 (WALLY, IGNORE THIS)"
[SynchroKing]: "HOW IS THIS SYNCHRONIZATION HUMANLY POSSIBLE? 😱😱😱"
1:33
[CassStephShipper]: (Super Chat R$1500) "CASS AND STEPH KISSING? MY HEART CAN’T TAKE THIS 😭💘"
[BatFamilyStan]: "SO BEAUTIFUL 😍 CASS AND STEPH ARE THE LITERAL DEFINITION OF ‘PERFECT COUPLE’"
[JealousBabyBat]: Super Chat R$50: "MY MOMS 😠👉 HANDS OFF."
[KryptonianGrooves]: "CLARK DANCING? 🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻 THIS MAN HAS MORE RHYTHM THAN I HAVE SHAME!"
1:51 - 2:00
[WayneEditor]: "BEST MOMENTS IN INTERNET HISTORY! I’LL WATCH THIS 1000X AND MAKE A 10-HOUR COMPILATION!"
[SapphicSquad] : "HOW ARE THEY SO ADORABLE TOGETHER? 😭💘 MY HEART’S GONNA EXPLODE."
[DramaQueen]: "I’M FAINTING! THIS IS PURE ART!"
2:13
[WayneMerchWhen?]: 💎 Super Chat R$1000: "WAYNE ENTERPRISES, I BEG YOU: MAKE THEIR PHOTOCARDS! 🥺💸"
[BatSignalForMerch]: "📢 DON’T FORGET POSTERS! I’LL PAY MY LATE RENT FOR THESE! ✨"
[BiPanicArchivist]: "🗂️ ARCHIVING THIS LIVE ON 5 DRIVES, 3 USBS, AND A DVD (YES, DVD!) FOR POSTERITY! 🗂️"
[WayneSimp4Life]: 💰 Super Chat R600: "I ONLY BUY FROM THE ‘WAYNE HEIRS’ COLLECTION! 🛍️🧎🏻 MY ENTIRE PAYCHECK IS THEIRS! (AND MY LIVER TOO, IF NEEDED!)"
[BruceMarketingCE00O]: 📊 "WHO SAID BRUCE DOESN'T SELL CUTE? THIS DANCE JUST INCREASED WAYNE STOCKS BY 10%! 📈 (AND 100% OF MY HEART)"
2:21
[SonhadoraInsana]: ATTENTION🚨🚨🚨: NEED AN ARTIST TO DRAW THE WAYNES IN CLASSIC LOLITA STYLE! 🎀
[LolitaArtist.GOTHAM]: Super Chat R$30: ARTIST HERE! DRAWING THEM IN CLASSIC LOLITA NOW! 📲 MY USER IS THE SAME ON INSTA/TWITTER - HURRY, ONLY 5 SLOTS!)
[CommissionKing]: @LolitaArtist.GOTHAM JUST SAW THIS - I'LL TAKE 10 COMMISSIONS!
2:26
[WayneConnoisseur]: Y'ALL, CHECK MY JPOP IDOL-STYLE WAYNE FAM FANART! ✨
[WayneMerchWar]: 💸 Super Chat (R$500): "I'LL PAY 200% EXTRA FOR SEXY BUNNY JASON.💸💸
[BiPanicSketch]: CURRENTLY DRAWING MAID!DICK AND LOST MY HETEROSEXUALITY MID-SKETCH... WORTH IT!
The dance ended but the energy still crackled in the air as they piled onto the couch like a rowdy family on movie night.
Steph - after chugging water like a hydration champion - raised her hand to calm the now-interrogation-mode chat:
"We're hanging on the couch for a bit!" she announced, taking a deep breath like someone bracing for impact. "Send your best questions and we'll pick the wildest ones!"
Chapter 3
Notes:
✨Hey bats and supers!✨
Look who’s back! 😘
Bringing you Chapter 3!
For those who caught the hint last chapter or checked out the first fic in this series—meet our next group dancing none other than… "7 Rings"!
This chapter’s choreo:
🎵 "7 Rings" – Ariana Grande
⏳ Clip used: 4:00 - 5:20
🔗 https://youtu.be/8ZkLW4mpaLE💬 Feel free to:
✨ Comment (I live for your thoughts! 🥰)
✨ Leave KudosNext chapter’s teaser: Clark’s revenge… 😉
Chapter Text
The chat was buzzing with questions flying faster than batarangs on a crime-filled night in Gotham, but Barbara—the undisputed queen of curation—grabbed her tablet and began filtering the best ones with the precision of someone who’s handled multiversal crises before.
Then she paused, read the screen, and let out a thoughtful "Hmm."
"First question, from @Gothic.Energy," Barbara turned to Cass with a this is gonna be good smile. "Cass, why did you hide your face?"
Cass shrugged, as if the answer were obvious.
"It was easier, honestly." She adjusted herself on the couch, posture relaxed but eyes still sharp as blades. "That way, I knew people followed me for my dancing... not my last name."
The chat exploded.
🔹 DAMN, THAT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE. 😳
🔹 "BUT NOW WE LOVE YOU FOR BOTH, CASS! 💘
🔹 "CASS MY HEART WASN’T READY FOR THIS LEVEL OF HONESTY 😭💔
🔹 "SHE JUST WANTED TO BE RECOGNIZED FOR HER ART 😭
Steph, ever the master of suspense, read the next question with that grin of someone who knew they were about to cause a Twitter earthquake:
"@Sonic.2002 asks: 'Cass, why did you choose to reveal your face TODAY?'"
Cass leaned forward, her sharp, blade-like eyes locking onto the camera with an intensity that would make the Joker think twice before mocking her.
"I’d rather be the one to reveal it myself..." a piercing stare "Than have some gossip site out there spinning wild stories."
But no one expected Dick Grayson—who had been quietly observing until then—to decide it was his time to shine. Or rather, his time to vent.
"You have NO IDEA how often this happens." The outrage in his voice was that of someone who’d been chewed up and spat out by the rumor mill more times than he could count. "Once, I went to the movies with A FRIEND OF MINE—who, by the way, WAS ALREADY ENGAGED—and the next day, gossip sites were claiming I was the reason they broke up. ME."
He glared at the camera with the most offended expression possible, as if, even years later, he still couldn’t believe the absurdity.
"DO I LOOK LIKE A HOME-WRECKER TO YOU?!"
While Dick was still boiling with indignation, his siblings around him rolled their eyes—because, let’s be honest, Dick’s dramatics were practically a weekly event in that family.
Then Tim, ever the investigator of the group, picked up his phone and read a message from his friend with the calm of someone who’d seen this movie a thousand times before.
"According to my friend Laura..." he read in that scientist presenting data tone "...it’s because you’re too friendly, Dick, and people mistake your attempts at friendship for romantic interest."
Dick Frozen.
"HOLD UP, LET ME SEE THAT!" He snatched the phone from Tim’s hand in a move so fast even Batman would’ve been impressed. Within seconds, his fingers were flying across the screen, typing furiously—probably demanding a detailed explanation from his favorite linguist.
[ClownnnOfGotham]: Super Chat $5: OFFICIALLY DELUDED MYSELF OVER DICK 🤡💔 (translation: thought he was flirting, but the sweetheart just knows how to be nice)
[BiDisaster911]: SAME! 😭
[CringeQueen]: HISTORIC LEVELS OF EMBARRASSMENT! I’M CHANGING MY NAME AND MOVING TO METROPOLIS 🏃♀️💨
[SafeInCentralCity]: GLAD I LIVE FAR FROM GOTHAM! HERE, ONLY THE FLASH BREAKS MY HEART (AND HE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW I EXIST) 😔✊
[HopelessRomantic]: HE JUST WANTED TO BE MY FRIEND... SORRY, DICK 😔
[WayneTherapist]: GUYS, IT’S OKAY! YOU’RE NOT ALONE! Current tally of Wayne boys’ casualties:
✅ Jason (1,480 broken hearts)
✅ Tim (597 unrequited sighs)
✅ Duke (320 longing stares)
✅ DAMIAN (256 deluded souls)
[FlashredFan]: Super Chat $100: "MY CONDOLENCES TO THE DELUDED, BUT WALLY MADE IT CLEAR: ‘DICK IS MINE’ 🎶 Cue the music~
Pode olhar, desejar/Só não se atreva a tocar/Porque na cama é meu/O corpo dele é meu/E o homem dele sou eu (OFFICIAL TWEET @WallyWest)"
Tradução:You can look, you can stare/Just don’t you dare touch/'Cause in bed, he’s mine/His body is mine/And his man is me
[FlashTrash]: I THOUGHT PEOPLE WERE EXAGGERATING UNTIL I SAW THEM AT A GOTHAM DINER LAST WEEK... DICK CALLING HIM ‘BABE’ IN THAT VOICE? A CRIME. 🔥
[SpeedsterStalker]: "DICK AND WALLY AT THE PARK—HE SAID ‘Want my jacket, BABE?’ AND THEIR SMILES DESTROYED MY SANITY. 💘
[ColdShowerNeeded]: "Y’ALL, THOSE TWO FLIRTING WAS SO HOT I NEEDED THREE COLD SHOWERS. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥"
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Barbara, the queen of crisis deflection, jumped to the next question with startling speed.
"Next question, from @Madokarrasa:" she announced, smoothly steering the conversation away from Dick’s unintentional heartbreaker status. "‘Cass, is there a ballet role you’d love to perform?’"
Cass didn’t hesitate.
"The Rat King. Or Odile."
Jason, who’d been "quiet" in his corner until then, let out a sly, deeply suspicious laugh.
"This’ll be fun." He was clearly already picturing Cass dancing as the Rat King with that I could murder you, even in a rat costume and mask aura.
But before the conversation could spiral into a festival of pirouettes and pliés, Barbara grabbed the next question.
"Now a question for EVERYONE, from @Atequeenfim:" she said, eyes gleaming with mischief. "‘What was your reaction when you found out Clark and Bruce weren’t together when they adopted you?’"
Dick, still half-distracted by his phone, answered on autopilot.
"Shocked."
Tim, nodding, added dryly:
"Absolutely."
Jason THREW HIS HANDS UP like he was confronting the crime of the century, voice booming with outrage.
"I was PISSED. I swore those two were messing with me—no WAY they weren’t dating. Look at their CHEMISTRY."
Barbara rolled her eyes with the exasperation of someone who'd explained this too many times.
"They were ‘oblivious.’" She made air quotes with her fingers. "How did they miss what was obvious to literally everyone else?"
Steph, ever the professional instigator, chimed in with glee:
"I honestly thought they were playing hard to get for years.
That’s when Bruce abruptly cut in with that for the love of God, stop tone:
"Boys."
In perfect unison, like a choir of faux angels:
"OKAY, WE’LL STOP."
The screen flashed with "GOAL 2: COMPLETED!" in shimmering gold letters, accompanied by a firework sound effect.
Barbara glanced at the screen and flashed a triumphant grin.
"Looks like we hit the second milestone!"
Steph, already in sugar-high hamster mode, bounced on the couch like she’d just scored a championship-winning goal.
"Remember when I said the next groups were autonomous? Yeah, only the members know their choreography... and NOBODY else does."
Cass, with a serene smile that promised beautiful chaos, added:
"Oh, and to make it fun…" She gestured to a small secondary screen. "We’ll leave this just for you to watch our reactions."
As the first notes of 7 rings began to play, it was like an invisible trigger had been pulled.
Bruce, Dick, and Jason—who’d been mere observers until now—stood up in near-supernatural sync:
Grabbed the black leather heels hidden beside the couch
Slipped into them with the elegance of those born to wear stilettos
Took their positions center stage like this was their natural habitat
The moment Bruce, Dick, and Jason slipped into their stilettos, the chat exploded into pandemonium:
[StilettoDevotee] Super Chat $100: "THEM IN HEELS??? 👠💀 MY FUNERAL IS TOMORROW, I’M READY "
4:04
[SUPERBAT]: "KIDS, LEAVE NOW 👉🚪 IT’S ADULT APPRECIATION HOUR 🍷🔥"
[OGWayneStan]: "THE FANDOM’S NATIONAL ANTHEM! IT’S FINALLY HERE! 🎶✨ #7WayneRings"
[blue.superman]:Super Chat $200:"BRUCE WAYNE IN HEELS IS ALL I NEED IN LIFE... Clark, you seeing this? ARE YOU SEEING THIS??"
4:11-4:22
[ImLosingIt]: "THEY’RE SLAYING THIS DANCE! My heart can’t handle this much perfection!"
[AgeIsANumber]: " BRUCE 40+? BOLD-FACED LIE. THIS MAN IS A VAMPIRE. 🧛♂️ ALFRED, GIVE ME HIS SKINCARE ROUTINE"
[Redblue]: " He’s wearing the ring... AND CLARK’S HUSBAND’S. Poetic."
[BatScience]: "PEER-REVIEWED STUDY PUBLISHED IN PubMed:
1 minute of Bruce twerking = +5 years to life expectancy.
Jason Todd in heels = 100% chance someone in chat faints.
Dick Grayson smiling = Crime against humanity. 🔥"
4:31-4:34
[30+AndProud]: "HOLY SHIT, IF I TRIED THIS, I’D SPEND THE WHOLE MONTH FEELING IT IN MY KNEES."
[PoeticJustice]: "I TRIED TO COPY THE MOVE AND NOW MY KNEES ARE IN SHAMBLES"
[DorflexQueen]: "Face it, sis—we’re not teenagers anymore."
4:42-4:48
[RichOrBust]:Super Chat $300 "LOUBOUTINS??? GOD, THIS ELEVATES THE SCENE TO NEW HEIGHTS. IF I DID THIS, I’D SURVIVE ON PAINKILLERS AND TEARS.💊💊💊"
[RedScreams]: "JASON TODD IN HEELS IS THE END OF MY SANITY. He could step on me and I'd still say 'THANK YOU'."
[ChaosEnsues]: "THE ENTIRE CHAT RIGHT NOW: 💥🔥💀👠🎶✨ (Translation: NO SURVIVORS. )"
[ArcaneSymphony]: 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤
4:53
[WaitWhat]: "ALL THREE OF THEM TWERKING ON THE FLOOR??? 🚨🚨🚨 SOMEONE CALL 911 , THE FANDOM'S HEART CAN'T TAKE THIS! 🚑💔"
[Over8000]: "I WASN'T READY FOR THIS. I FELL OFF MY CHAIR, DEAD SERIOUS."
[SHOCKED]: "WHAT KIND OF SORCERY WAS THAT REBOLADA???? 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥"
5:01-5:19
[SuperbatShipper]: "DID YOU SEE BRUCE'S LOOK AT CLARK WHEN HE HIT THE FLOOR??? TONIGHT'S THE NIGHT 😈🔥 (AND TOMORROW'S NEW AO3 CHAPTER!)"
[KryptonianOverload]: "CLARK BLINKED? MAN'S IN SHOCK 😲😲😲"
[Clark.exe]: 💻 BLUE SCREEN DETECTED 💻
[JasonToddSinner]: "JASON, I'LL SELL A KIDNEY TO SEE THIS SHOW AT YOUR CLUB! LET'S START A CROWDFUND, PEOPLE! 🧎♂️"
[FloorGang]: "CLARK BLUE-SCREENED. REPEAT: 💻💻💻💻 BLUE SCREEN 💻💻💻💻"
[SuperbatConspiracy]: "🤯 HOW IS THERE NOT A SINGLE AVAILABLE WAYNE LEFT IN THIS FAMILY?"
[TouchStarved]: "EVEN THE HONORARY MEMBERS ARE TAKEN: THE GLORIOUS BABS IS WITH KARA (CLARK'S COUSIN)."
[CreativeParody.BR]:Super Chat $400:
🎶 "O que é que os Kents têm? 🎶- Paródia de ‘o que é a baiana tem’
O que é que os Kents têm?
Para conquistar os Wayne como ninguém.
Não sei mais eu quero ter também
Duvido meu bem
Porque é dos Kents e mais ninguém." 🎶
What do the Kents have? (Parody of ‘what the Bahian woman has’)
What do the Kents have?
To conquer the Waynes like no one else.
I don’t know, but I want it too—
I doubt it, my dear,
Because it belongs to the Kents and no one else."🎶
[ThisIsFire]: "WHAT KIND OF ENDING WAS THAT?🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥"
[SingleAndReady]: "CLARK LOOKS LIKE A BULL SEEING RED ! DANGER ALERT: SOMEONE AIN’T SITTING FOR A WEEK! 🔥🔥🔥"
[Fuego69]: "🔥 IT’S TOO HOT IN HERE! GOTHAM FIRE ALERT! 🔥🔥🔥 (Wait, no—it’s just BRUCE AND CLARK MAKING EYE CONTACT. ) 🔥🔥🔥🔥"
[Shook]: " Y’ALL, THAT ALPHA LOOK CLARK GAVE AT THE END??? 😲🔥 (Translation: ‘Just wait till I get you alone, Bruce.’) / (Bruce, fake-innocent: ‘What? It was just a dance…’)"
The performance was so flawless the chat collectively forgot to breathe for 3 seconds.
The trio returned to the couch with the casual grace of men who hadn’t just rewritten the laws of physics in stilettos.
Damian, Jon, and Barbara—now official judges by virtue of holding hastily scribbled scorecards—delivered their rulings:
Damian: 10
Jon: 10
Barbara: 9.52
Final average: 9.84
Clark's gaze seared Bruce with the intensity of a solar storm. It echoed the words: "You danced in heels. You twerked in my face. And you thought I'd let it slide?" Bruce leaned back on the couch, all smug, smug, and provocative. "What are you going to do about it, husband?"
What didn't Bruce know? Clark was secretly part of one of the dance troupes—and his choreography would be even more provocative than before; after all, Bruce needed to be punished.
Chapter 4
Notes:
✨ Hey bats and supers!✨
I’m thrilled to bring you Chapter 4!
I got so hyped writing this that I decided to drop it early—TODAY.
This chapter’s choreography:
🎵 "BILLIONAIRE" – BABYMONSTER
🔗https://youtu.be/MN2RlOy8y8k?si=2PLeQMy6VBAdCdrAAnd a MASSIVE thank you for the insane love so far:
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Chapter Text
The questions kept rolling in, and the conversation drifted into random everyday topics when Bárbara came across a very interesting question sent by ArteCircense:
"Dick, is it true that you closed a million-dollar deal to produce safety equipment for Casino Oasis’ shows?"
Dick’s lips curled into a wide smile, his eyes gleaming with pride.
"Confirmed and signed." He leaned toward the camera, his tone brimming with enthusiasm. "We just finalized the contract. Grayson Innovations is now the official provider of safety systems and equipment for Oasis’ performances."
The chat exploded with messages:
🔹 (WOW)
🔹 THAT’S HUGE
🔹 RICH BEYOND BELIEF
🔹 HE’S GONNA BUY THE MOOOON
Bárbara, noticing that many people were lost, decided to give a quick lesson on Wayne Industries.
"Hold on, everyone. Let me give you a lightning-round lesson on the Wayne empire to get everyone up to speed." She pulled up a prepared slide."Each of Bruce’s children has their own subsidiary under the Wayne Enterprises umbrella, focused on their personal interests."
✧✦✧✦✧
📊 The Wayne Business Map (Abridged Version)
1.Dick Grayson – Grayson Innovations
What they do:
Designs structures for large-scale events (concerts, festivals, circus performances).
Specialized safety systems (like those at Casino Oasis).
Fail-proof acrobatic rigging and protective gear for performers.
Translation: If there’s a circus, music festival, or aerial show with zero accidents, Dick probably supplied the equipment.
2.Jason Todd – Red Customs
What they do:High-tech auto and motorcycle customization workshop. (Read: turning bikes and cars into wheeled dreams.)
Translation: Your Harley ends up with more gadgets than the Batmobile, and the engine’s roar makes civilians question physics.
Fun fact: Jason once turned down an offer from Lex Luthor with "Not even if you paid me in diamonds and Irish whiskey"—and yes, he actually wrote that in an official email.
3.Tim Drake – Drake Tech Innovations
Focus:High-performance electronics—computers, phones, and cameras that leave competitors green with envy.
Translation: Your PC won’t lag even with 800 Chrome tabs open on a hot day while running an 8K game.
4.Cassandra Cain – Cassandra Movement
Focus:Dancewear—from pointe shoes to long-term injury prevention methods.
Translation: If a pro isn’t using her products, they’re committing a crime against their own career.
5.Damian Wayne – D Pets
Focus:Animal care—from domestic pets to the most exotic creatures.
Translation: If there’s a happy tiger, owl, or dog, D Pets will always have the perfect product for your furry (or scaly) friend.
Random fact: Damian sued a zoo for negligence—and demanded the fine be paid as donations to animal sanctuaries. The court agreed, and Poison Ivy tweeted, “Finally a decent Wayne.”
6.Duke Thomas – Thomas Green Energy
Focus:Efficient, non-polluting green energy solutions.
Translation: Want your home powered by the cleanest energy tech in the country? Just buy from Thomas Green Energy.
Random fact: *After a GCN interview, Poison Ivy got arrested (again) and snarled, “Anyone who touches the ‘baby’ Wayne becomes fertilizer.” Result? Duke earned a “Nature-Protected” badge and a 200% investor surge
To say the family brands were a success was an understatement. They were growing at a terrifying pace, becoming the undisputed market standard. Wayne Enterprises shareholders lived in a state of permanent euphoria—so much so that they low-key hoped Bruce would adopt more kids just to expand the portfolio.
(Unconfirmed rumor: A whispered list of “high-potential” orphans pre-selected for adoption allegedly circulated through Wayne HQ and the stock exchange. No one knew who created it, but everyone prayed it was real.)
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The moment Bárbara finished her explanation, the chat erupted into pandemonium. Questions flooded in faster than she could read, and superchats exploded across the screen like fireworks. With a sigh, she raised her hands, trying to tame the digital chaos.
“Everyone, breathe! I’ll pick one question per heir, okay?” She scrolled until a message made her grin.
“Jason, are you planning to focus on classic cars?”
Jason, who normally thrived on mystery and suspense, couldn't resist spoiling this one. He leaned into the camera with the most "I'm about to wreck you all" grin possible plastered across his face.
"I really shouldn't be saying this yet, but... yes. Red Customs is expanding our bike division - super limited edition, only for true modification addicts - and we're entering the classic car restoration market."
The chat absolutely lost it:
[CallMeCrying]: JASON RESTORING CLASSIC CARS OH MY GOOOOOOD
[CryingMechanic]: MY BOYFRIEND IS SOBBING IN MY LAP! HE JUST WHIMPERED "IT'S EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED"
[Sweetheart]: BRUCE, ADOPT 20 MORE KIDS PLEASE, THE MARKET DEMANDS IT
[MotorheadFamily] SuperChat $10: "MY DAD'S TWEETING 'FINALLY A REAL MAN'
[CryMeARiver]: MY HUSBAND'S CRYING IN THE SHOWER: "HE'S GONNA RESTORE CLASSICS, BABE... SNIFF IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL"
[MedicGroupie]: MY 3 BROTHERS JUST SWORE ETERNAL LOYALTY TO JASON - THEY'RE SINGING THE "JASON ANTHEM" IN THE LIVING ROOM
[RoyHateClub]: ROY HARPER I HATE YOU (YOU LUCKY BASTARD)💢
[GlobalPain]: HERE I AM IN FUCKING THAILAND CRYING BECAUSE THIS MAN ISN'T IN MY LIFE
[ClosetBuster]: THE "STRAIGHTS": Coming out of their holes like meerkats 🌈#WelcomeToTheValley #JasonToddDidThis
The next question came like a missile aimed straight at Tim:
"Any release date predictions for the new computers?"
Tim, the master of technological suspense, took a calculated pause—just long enough to push the audience to the brink of a nervous breakdown—before dropping the bombshell:
"The new computers will have a slight delay... because I'm working on something bigger. A Drake-Wayne partnership to revolutionize accessibility and quality of life for people with disabilities. That's all I can share for now."
THE CHAT WENT INTO SHOCK:
🔹 "THIS IS HUGE! 🚨"
🔹 "TIM DRAKE: GENIUS, PHILANTHROPIST, MY PERSONAL HERO 😭"
🔹 "AS A DISABLED PERSON, THANK YOU! YOU CAN'T IMAGINE WHAT THIS MEANS"
Within seconds, reporters emerged from the chat's shadows like bats after the Bat-Signal. Gotham Gazette, TechNow, CNN—they all parachuted into the comments, sending viewership soaring faster than the Batmobile in pursuit.
Two viewership milestones were smashed simultaneously, and the platform's servers began groaning under the traffic load.
Bárbara, realizing the pandemonium was one step away from breaking the internet, delivered her verdict with the calm of someone who'd predicted this chaos:
"Alright everyone, we're pausing questions now... next dance number coming right up!"
The opening notes of "Billionaire" blasted through the speakers, and then—
Clark Kent (yes, that "clumsy" Clark Kent) stood up with a posture that made the air itself freeze.
Steph and Tim, his accomplices in this choreographed ambush, followed with predatory grins, their eyes gleaming with pure mischief.
Bruce, still sitting on the couch with that "I own everything" expression—hidden behind Brucie's charming smile—immediately clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes at the scene. His fingers twitched slightly against his knee.
He wasn't ready for this.
And then... chaos.
Clark, with that little "you're gonna hate me for this" smirk, smoothly pulled off his oversized sweater in one fluid motion, revealing:
A pristine, fitted white dress shirt that looked like it had been molded to his body.
Three strategically undone buttons—just enough to showcase that golden, Kryptonian chest. (Bruce clenched his jaw so hard someone might have heard a faint crack.)
Steph, with devilish glee in her eyes, handed him a white sash—which he tied around his waist with agonizing slowness, emphasizing every shift of his hips.
Before stepping into the camera’s focus, Clark locked eyes with him.
One. Full. Second.
And then—
The Smile.
Provocative.
Challenging.
Screaming, "You asked for this."
And then, the music truly kicked in.
Clark Kent—the man who spent decades hiding behind glasses and a clumsy persona—now moved with a confidence that made the air hum.
0:06-0:10
[Alien.Area52]: "CLARK KENT??? THE SAME CLARK???"
[NotSoBoyScout]: "WHERE’S THE AWKWARD, QUIET CLARK? WHO IS THIS INCUBUS IN DISGUISE???"
[BatWatch]: "THIS. THIS RIGHT HERE IS A CRIME. PREMEDITATED ASSAULT."
[KryptonianThirst]: Super Chat $200: "Clark might as well be screaming 'BE JEALOUS' CAUSE I WON THIS GENETIC LOTTERY"
0:16 - 0:25
[HotUnderThisSweater]: "LOOK AT THIS SNACK hiding under grandpa sweaters" 😱😱😱
[AbsolutelyDone]: "BRUCE WAYNE YOU LUCKY BASTARD. SWEET MERCY THAT CHEST. THOSE THIGHS. THAT EVERYTHING."
[ClimateChangeIsReal]:"I knew Clark was 1,90 m but HOW did he hide ALL THAT under cardigans?"
[BatAbandonmentIssues]: "THE WHITE SASH WAS THIS STREAM'S LAST REMAINING INNOCENCE AND IT'S GONE NOW"
[Timing.exe]: STEPH KNEW. STEPH ALWAYS KNOWS. HER FACE SAYS 'I PLANNED THIS WAR CRIME'
0:26-0:35
[EternalCrisis]: "Y'ALL I'M OFFICIALLY DECEASED CLARK IS OUT HERE COMMITTING MURDER"
[ClarkMyBeloved]: Super Chat $200 "LOST & FOUND: MY DIGNITY. LAST SEEN: RIGHT FUCKING NOW"
[DemonicFrankel]: "CLARK KENT DISCOVERED THE THIRD BUTTON AND HUMANITY WASN'T READY"
[PeachReview]: "That's one FINE peach! 🍑😈🤤"
[ThroupleApplicant]: "If they're accepting third wheels I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE"
1:03-1:11
[LavenderBear]: Super Chat $60 - "NOW THAT'S how you CLAP BACK AT HATERS WITH A SONG CHOICE! 😎 KING SHIT, CLARK!"
1:12-1:20
[NotGoldDigger]: Super Chat $240 - "TO ALL WHO SAID HE ONLY WANTED BRUCE'S MONEY! LOOK AT THOSE HIPS! 💃 (Clark's got more rhythm than Lex Luthor's bank balance)"
[Fire99]: "THAT WAIST THOUGH?!" 😲
[Tibia.1987]: "THAT WINK AND HAND-TO-MOUTH MOVE?! 😲😲😲😲😲😲"
[BatFamilyChaos]: "CLARK KENT JUST DECLARED WAR AND USED HIS BODY AS THE WEAPON"
[SuperSimp3000]: "BOTTOM LINE: BRUCE LOST. WE LOST. THE WORLD LOST. CLARK KENT WINS."
[AlluringCyandye]: Super Chat $24 - "BRUCIE 'NICE GUY' IS GONE! THAT KILLER GAZE THO? 😲"
[ClimateChangeDenier]: "BRUCIE LOOKS LIKE A THIRSTY VAMPIRE AND CLARK'S A WALKING BLOOD BAG"
[BatFamilyTherapist]: "ENTIRE CHAT RIGHT NOW 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥"
1:22 - 1:30
[FlagrantWoody]: "HOLY SHIT! Never thought I'd see a gaze MORE INTIMIDATING THAN BATMAN'S... AND I'VE BEEN ON THE RECEIVING END OF HIS GLARE BEFORE! 😳🔥"
[VengefulChaos]: "OF COURSE now everyone sees the snack he's been married to for decades. Even I'D be pissed. 😤"
[SuperSimpOverload]: Super Chat $100 "BRUCE'S GOT THAT 'YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS... IN BED' LOOK." 😈💦
[AxiomaticWhirr]: Super Chat $20 "Always thought Brucie was an Omega, but after this stream? DOMINANT ALPHA CONFIRMED!"
[SCREAMING.SXX]: "YOU MEAN A POWER COUPLE OF TWO ALPHAS 🤯"
1:35 - 1:39
[ABO_Enthusiast]: Super Chat $1K "CLARK'S GOT THAT CHALLENGING OMEGA POSTURE BUT THAT 'GO AHEAD, TRY TO TAME ME' LOOK? BRUCE NEVER STOOD A CHANCE."
[Omega Clark-Wayne]: Super Chat $2 "CLARK MAINTAINING EYE CONTACT + HIP MOVES? THIS IS DIRECT WARFARE AGAINST ABO LAWS! ⚔️💘"
[SingleAndReady]: "I TAKE BACK WHAT I SAID EARLIER - BRUCE WON'T WALK FOR A WEEK AFTER THIS. CLARK DEFINITELY WON'T."
1:42 - 1:58
[ABO_Enthusiast]: Super Chat $400 "BRUCE RELEASING ALPHA PHEROMONES? REBEL OMEGA CLARK? THIS IS REAL-LIFE FANFICTION! 📖🔥 #KentWayneABO"
[SmoggySmartie]: "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS"
[FanficWriter]: Super Chat $300 "BRUCE, IF YOU GROWL, I CAN'T BE HELD RESPONSIBLE. I'M WATCHING 'THE WAYNE AND THE REPORTER' FANFIC COME TRUE! 📚💸"
[OmegaSupremacy]: "BRUCE: GROWLS. CLARK: LAUGHS AND ROLLS HIPS HARDER. THE MOST PERFECT DYNAMIC."
[FanficEmergency]: "AO3 WRITERS ARE TYPING SO FAST THEY CREATED A LITERARY BLACK HOLE. 📚🕳️"
[SUPERBAT STAN]: "I'LL HAVE FIC INSPIRATION UNTIL 2050 AFTER THIS STREAM 📚📚📚"
[AO3_CRASHED]: "AO3 WENT DOWN. THERE'S 500 NEW FICS TAGGED #KentWayneLive."
2:00 - 2:18
[BatSmirkAnalysis]: "500% ZOOM: DID BRUCE JUST RUN HIS TONGUE OVER HIS TEETH AND SMIRK? THAT'S ALPHA-SPEAK FOR 'JUST WAIT TILL WE'RE ALONE, KENT'! 🩸🐺"*
[AlphaBruce]: "HE DID THE TONGUE THING? HOLY SHIT, IT'S JUST LIKE CHAPTER 3 OF 'MY ALPHA WAYNE'! 😱"
[RealityCheck]: 💸 SuperChat $100: "IS THIS REAL LIFE OR ARE WE IN A COLLECTIVE DREAM? 😏🍷 (If it's a dream, DON'T WAKE ME UP!)"
2:20-2:38
[VersatileKings]: "NEVER BEEN MORE CERTAIN: THESE TWO ARE SWITCHES AND THE PROOF IS LIVE."
[FinallySomeoneGetsIt]: "ABOUT DAMN TIME SOMEONE NOTICED! 🎉"
[GlisteningZeke]: "SIS IT'S ALWAYS BEEN OBVIOUS"
[FeastMode]: 💸 *SuperChat $180: "WHICHEVER WAY THEY GO, IT'S AN ALL-YOU-CAN-EAT BUFFET! 🥩👀"*
[KryptonianAnthem]: "OFFICIAL POLL: IS THIS SONG NOW CLARK'S THEME?"
✅ YES (99%)
❌ NO (1%)
[KentWayneAnthem]: "POLL CLOSED: 'BILLIONAIRE' IS NOW THE UNOFFICIAL ANTHEM OF CLARK (AND OUR COLLECTIVE DOWNBAD ERA)." 🎶🏆
As the music ended, Clark sauntered back to the couch with a casualness that was anything but innocent—every step calculated, every movement a silent challenge. He sat beside Bruce, whose smile had morphed into a loaded trap waiting to spring.
Bruce leaned into his husband's ear and growled something so low and filthy that, had the mics caught it:
✔️ 25% of chat would've fainted on impact
✔️ 25% would need holy water to cleanse their impure thoughts
✔️ 25% would feel like the purest soul in the universe
✔️ 25% would question if any of that was humanly possible (spoiler: It was)
The whisper's content? An obscenely detailed—and linguistically forbidden—list of what Bruce would do to him the moment cameras turned off.
Clark, of course, didn't flinch. His eyes glowed—literally, for a nanosecond—before he took Bruce's hand with a gentleness that contrasted his husband's silent fury.
Then... he wrote in Kryptonian on Bruce's palm.
Bruce, fluent for years, understood every word.
And smiled.
That smile—slow, predatory, the same one that preceded epic battlefield victories, the same that made criminals tremble for their lives.
"Let's see who breaks first," he murmured, voice laden with promises that would make a demon blush.
Clark sealed the bet with a kiss to his husband's fingertips—slow, deliberate, one final provocation."
“Let the games begin."
Chat:
🔹 "I DIDN'T HEAR IT BUT MY SOUL FEELS VIOLATED"
🔹 "BRUCE WAYNE IS THE DEVIL IN HUMAN FORM"
🔹 *"I'LL NEED 24+ EXPLICIT FICS AFTER THIS STREAM"*
🔹 "THAT WAS MORE INTENSE THAN MY ENTIRE MARRIAGE"
🔹 "I NEED A COLD SHOWER IMMEDIATELY 🛀🛀🛀"
(What neither of them knew? The universe had plans. In a few months, a little surprise—with blue eyes and dark hair—would change everything for the couple. But that... is another story.)
Chapter 5
Notes:
✨ Hey Bats and Supers!✨
We’ve hit the halfway mark—five gloriously chaotic chapters of this unhinged, fabulous livestream!
This Chapter’s Choreo:
🎵 "Chili" – HWASA
⏳ Timestamp: *0:15 - 1:40*
🔗 Watch here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tE1YniRWhOAFashion Breakdown:
🔥 Jason’s Look:🔹 Choker: https://br.pinterest.com/pin/792281759488788910/
🔹Outfit: https://br.pinterest.com/pin/792281759487596414/
🔹 Harness: https://br.pinterest.com/pin/119204721379516562/
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The heroes rolled their eyes in perfect unison as Clark and Bruce wrapped up their "let’s traumatize the audience and my kids" moment—then quickly shifted focus to the judges' scores:
Damian: 9
Jon: 10
Barbara: 9.3
Average: 9.16
While Jason, Tim, and Dick bolted for the dressing rooms—declaring they "needed to wash their eyes out"—Barbara regained control and zeroed in on Cass:
"Cass, is it true the Cassandra Movement is partnering with a famous dance company?"
Cass, a master of suspense, let the silence hang for a lethal second before answering:
"Yes." —Dramatic pause, defiant stare. She leaned slowly toward the camera— "But the name’s a secret... for now."
🔹 "BET IT’S THE NEW YORK DANCE COMPANY!"
🔹 "CASS, HIRE ME!"
🔹 "BRUCE, ADOPT US TOO! 🥺"
Barbara, reining in the chaos, cut in:
"Breathe, people! Last question before the next group performs!"
The chat tried to compose itself (and failed miserably) as she turned to Damian:
"Damian, rumors say D Pets is launching a reptile line. Confirm?"
Damian, who’d been quiet as a cat watching a bird, lifted his head with a predatory gleam in his eyes.
"Yes. We’re expanding to snakes and large lizards." —A calculated pause, fingers drumming the counter— "Including... premium habitat accessories."
Before the chat could explode with questions about "Wayne Enterprises snakes" or "pet iguana collars," Barbara swiftly redirected the camera with authority:
"Boys, are you ready?"
From behind the dressing room curtains, an eager chorus rang out, voices brimming with pent-up energy:
"YES!"
The camera cut to the front of the dressing rooms, and Dick, Jason, and Tim stepped out in flawless formation, met with cheers and applause from the audience. Steph, the most fired up for the competition, couldn’t hold back—
"LET THE GAMES BEGIN!" she roared, fists raised as if she were in an arena.
Jason emerged as a spectacle unto himself, every detail of his outfit meticulously crafted to command attention.
A blood-red long-sleeved shirt, unbuttoned just enough to reveal his sculpted torso. Over it, a crimson leather harness with a high collar clasped snugly around his neck, splitting across his chest as if molded directly onto his skin.
Above the collar, a red leather choker adorned with three small silver rings hugged his throat. From its sides, three delicate gold chains dangled from the choker, cascading tantalizingly over Jason’s chest—each movement sending a provocative jingle of metal that dared anyone to look away. It was bold. Magnetic. Almost dangerous.
At the center, a larger ring framed his throat, drawing attention to the gold pendant—a perfect replica of Roy’s tattoo—resting against his chest like a badge of loyalty (and, perhaps, a touch of defiance).
The black leather pants clung to his legs, adorned with belts, buckles, and chains that made his every move even more hypnotic. The black combat boots completed the look with an air of "yes, I absolutely could."
Draped over his shoulders, a long, heavy coat—with a high collar lined in black fur—hung with deliberate carelessness, as if daring anyone to try and remove it.
While Jason commanded attention in blood-red, Tim and Dick proved that white could be just as lethal:
Both wore sleeveless white ribbed shirts, skintight, with white leather straps crisscrossing their torsos like they were ready for battle. Their form-fitting leather pants, lined with buckles and straps, jingled with every step, and their white combat boots gleamed under the spotlight like those of an avenging angel—reflecting light like blades.
It was the purity of an angel… with the danger of a demon.
The chat had officially lost its collective mind:
🔹 "THIS HAS TO BE ILLEGAL IN EVERY KNOWN DIMENSION"
🔹 "THE CHAINS JINGLING MADE ME FORGET MY OWN NAME"
🔹 "BRUCE, YOUR SONS ARE A MENACE TO SOCIETY"
🔹 "DICK IN WHITE IS PEAK FAKE INNOCENCE"
🔹 "TIM OUT HERE PROVING ‘NERD’ IS JUST A FACADE"
🔹 "WE NEED AN EXORCIST, NOT A PRIEST"
✧✦✧✦✧
Meanwhile, at the Queen Mansion…
Roy Harper was sprawled across his old bed in the room he still kept at the manor, unwinding after patrol. His hair was still damp from the shower, and he wore nothing but loose shorts and a battered League t-shirt—the one Jason always nagged him to throw out and Lian vehemently agreed was way past its prime.
With a yawn, he turned the TV to the girls’ channel, tuning into the celebration livestream Jason was supposed to be part of. He stretched out on the bed, watching with half-hearted attention as the Waynes answered questions.
Everything was normal.
Until
Jason, Dick, and Tim suddenly stood up.
Roy knew they’d be next. But then… a shiver raced down his spine.
A premonition.
By the time Barbara asked, "Are you ready?" his hand had already shot toward his phone before his brain even processed why.
Three seconds.
That’s how long it took for Jason to step into frame, wearing that razor-sharp grin of someone who knows exactly the chaos they’re about to unleash—on the internet, on the world… and especially on Roy.
Three seconds.
The same amount of time it took Roy to:
Furiously type out a message to Jason
Hit send
Immediately call right after
The ringtone cut through the air like a gunshot.
The countdown stopped.
And Jason’s smile… widened, slow and venomous.
By the time the first notes of Hwasa’s "Chili" blasted through the speakers, Jason was already in position—back to the camera.
In one dramatic motion, he let the coat slide off his shoulders in a way that made the chat (and Roy) choke.
Then—the look.
Over his shoulder, emerald-green irises burning under the lights like an invitation to a point of no return.
CHAT IN A STATE OF TOTAL COLLAPSE
0:15-0:20
[WildKnight]SuperChat $800: "JASON TODD JUST STOLE MY SOUL AND I LET HIM"
[ShadowWind]: "IS THIS A CRIME? BECAUSE I FEEL PERSONALLY ATTACKED."
[HoodLover23]SuperChat $1000: JASON TODD, YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME. I HAVE A LIFE."
[RedHelmSupremacy]: "I WON’T SURVIVE THIS VIDEO. TELL MY MOM I TRIED."
[GhostWind]: "BRUCE, ADOPT ME TOO, JUST SO I CAN SEE THIS MAN EVERY DAY 😭"
[BabsIsWatching]SuperChat $5:"BOYS, PLEASE DON’T MURDER THE CHAT TODAY."
0:30-0:38
[DarkTiger]: "THIS IS PUBLIC CRUELTY. I FEEL VIOLATED."
[PrimeKnight]: ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ (×10) [keyboard smashed]
[EternalMind]: "Y’ALL, I’M OFFICIALLY SICK 🥵🥵🥵🥵"
[Warlockk]SuperChat $100:JASON TODD-WAYNE, YOU’RE THIS PLANET’S #1 THREAT. INTERPOL, FBI, JUSTICE LEAGUE—SOMEONE RESTRAIN THIS MAN."
[Placa mãe] : "I’M NOT OKAY. I’LL NEVER BE OKAY AGAIN."
0:40-0:42
[Cosmic_Fire.Br]:"HOLY SHIT, CALL SAMU! 🚑🚑🚑 SCREAM ‘IT’S AN EMERGENCY’
[Sacred_Lendário]: "192? CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT, THIS IS TOO HOT! 🔥👨🚒"
[Star_Silent]: "IS THAT A TONGUE PIERCING?!?!?! 😳😳😳"
[Placa mãe]SuperChat R$100: HOLY SHIT IT IS A PIERCING I’M PASSING OUT 😳😳
0:43-0:54
[Red end]: "JASON, PLEASE, I HAVE A FAMILY 😭✋"
[BatWatch] SuperChat $100:GOTHAM ALERT: CITY’S MOST DANGEROUS MAN JUST COMMITTED MASS SEDUCTION."
[Brave_Alpha]: "JUST DISCOVERED A NEW FETISH. ADD TO THE LIST: ‘PIERCING + LEATHER HARNESS = ☠️’"
[Moon_Fire]: "GUYS, WHAT A CHEST 🫱🏻🫲🏻 I REALLY WANT TO GIVE IT A SQUEEZE
[HelenaK]:"I’M NOT IN THE CHAT ANYMORE, I’M ON THE FLOOR."
0:55-0:59
[JasonMedicine]SuperChat $50" DIAGNOSIS: Acute tachycardia caused by Jason Todd. TREATMENT: Watch on loop (makes it worse but we accept it). PROGNOSIS: Incurable."
[LittleWing]: "JASON, YOU NEED A LAWYER? 'CAUSE THAT WAS ATTEMPTED MURDER."
[RoyHarperQueenOficial✔️]SuperChat $3000: "HE'S TAKEN. BY ME. 👑 KEEP YOUR EYES TO YOURSELVES 😤😤😤"
[FamilyChaos]SuperChat $10:ROY COMING IN TO CLAIM HIS TERRITORY LMAOOO 'THIS ONE'S MINE, FOLKS'"
[Cosmic_Ancient]:"WHAT KIND OF HIP ROLL WAS THAT? I FELL OFF MY CHAIR! THIS IS A CRIME—DEMANDING INSTANT REPLAY! DEAD SERIOUS."
[VIVA LA VIDA WAYNE]: SuperChat $50"BRUCE, WHY DID YOU CREATE THIS MAN????"
1:00-1:08
[Mega_Dark]: "I'M HAVING A GODDAMN HEART ATTACK OVER HERE! 🫀🫀🫀"
[Salamandrine]:"ROY, YOU LUCKY SON OF A BITCH. ENVY MODE: ACTIVATED."
[Elite_Noble]: "FOCUS ON THE CHOKER! ZOOM 1000X—IS THAT RED LEATHER WITH STUDS OR LITERAL HEAVEN? 😳"
[Super_Ice~]SuperChat $800:"HOLY SHIT, HE'S LEANING INTO THE CAM—HELP, I'M HYPNOTIZED BY THOSE GREEN EYES, SAVE ME (OR DON'T)."
[Dark_Titan] SuperChat $90: "IS THAT ROY'S GODDAMN TATTOO ON THE PENDANT?! 😯😲😳"
1:10
[Neo_Prime]:"HE DID AN ARCHER POSE—MESSAGE SENT, ROY 🏹"
[Omega_Phoenix]: "WHY A MESSAGE? CONFUSED... SOMEONE EXPLAIN? 😵💫"
[Master_Omega] : Y'ALL FORGOT ROY WON OLYMPIC GOLD IN ARCHERY?"
[Swift_Supremo]:"OH RIGHT 😓"
1:15-1:35
[ArkhamTherapist]:"EMERGENCY ROOM OVERFLOWING. PATIENTS REPORTING TACHYCARDIA. SUSPECT: JASON TODD."
[RoyHarperDefenseSquad]:"ROY'S WATCHING AND ALREADY SPRINTING 🏃♂️💨! BRING FIRE EXTINGUISHERS �🧯, 'CAUSE TONIGHT'S GONNA BURN! ❤️🔥"
[Alma Imunda]:"HE KNOWS ROY'S WATCHING! HE WANTS CHAOS!"
[BatonRelay]:IF ROY DOESN'T JUMP THIS MAN'S BONES... I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE! 😤"
[Kerplunk]:"YOU AND HALF THE PLANET 🗺️💘, HUN"
[Polemic]:"AFTER THIS DANCE, ROY'S GONNA PROPOSE IN... 3, 2, 1— 💍💍💍"
[Ancient_Spirit]: "TIMER'S ON ⏳! TICK TOCK, ROY, THE CHAT'S WATCHING!"
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— On the other side of the country —
Roy Harper, still frozen in front of the TV, accidentally crushed the remote in his grip. His phone, by some miracle, survived.
Five hours of flight time.
Five. Damn. Hours.
Roy started mentally drafting how he’d beg Oliver to let him use the Zeta Tube.
"Oliver…" — his voice came out hoarse, almost a growl — "Please… just this once… let me use the Zeta."
He knew the archer would laugh in his face—but it’d be worth it.
Jason still had the adrenaline from his performance thrumming in his veins when he collapsed onto the couch and grabbed his phone. 37 unread messages. All from Roy.
He opened the chat with a predator’s grin, eyes skimming every "HOLY SHIT" and "YOU’RE DEAD" Roy had fired off the second the music started.
Then, the final provocation.
He lifted his phone and took a lethal selfie:
Skin glistening with sweat
Lips parted
Teeth lightly gripping the gold pendant
Gaze locked on the elevated camera
Sent. Immediately.
The photo delivered.
Roy looked.
CRITICAL HIT.
Roy's reply came in ALL CAPS:
"YOU BETTER BE READY TO FACE THE CONSEQUENCES, JASON TODD-WAYNE."
Jason fired back instantly, finger already on the trigger:
"I’ll be waiting eagerly for my ⛓️punishment⛓️ the second this livestream ends."
Roy took a sharp breath, fingers pressing the screen hard enough to nearly crack it:
"KEEP THE OUTFIT. WE’LL NEED IT LATER."
Jason grinned like a cat who’d just knocked over a priceless vase just to watch the mess—then decided to raise the stakes:
"Got a few… upgrades in mind. 😏"
Roy’s fingers shook, fury and desire tangling as he struggled to type:
"JASON. DON’T. YOU. DARE."
Then Jason laughed—low, rough, almost a growl, the kind of sound that prickled down spines and promised chaos. He lived for this. For Roy teetering on that razor’s edge between sanity and raw want.
"Royroy… you know exactly how much I love this."
And before Roy could retaliate, the final move:
"Batcave’s zeta tube is cleared for your arrival. See you soon. 😉"
CHAT REACTIONS:
🔹 "DID YOU SEE JASON'S FACE WHEN HE READ ROY'S MESSAGES? HE LOOKED POSSESSED"
🔹 "JASON TODD IS THE GOD OF PROVOCATION"
🔹 "THANKS FOR THE SEDUCTION LESSON, JASON. I WILL USE THESE POWERS IN THE MOST IRRESPONSIBLE WAY POSSIBLE"
🔹 "AN INCUBUS WOULD NOT HAVE THE CONTROL OVER HUMANITY THAT THE WAYNES HAVE — AND I THANK YOU"
Chapter 6
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The numbers flashed on the scoreboard, bright and definitive, like a divine verdict—or, in this case, from three judges who clearly knew exactly what they were doing.
Damian: 9.45
Jon: 10
Barbara: 9.5
Average: 9.65
Steph and Cass exchanged a glance. One of those looks that needed no words—because, seriously, what words could possibly capture that whirlwind of we did it!, I knew it!, and why am I sweating so much? swirling on both sides of the same coin?
Cass smiled, subtle as always, but her eyes shone brighter than the scoreboard. Steph, on the other hand, was already mentally calculating how many memes would come out of this once the whole family caught the livestream.
And the streaming screen? Oh, that was a spectacle all on its own. The numbers climbed as if someone had hit the “drive the audience wild” button. Subscribers popping up everywhere, comments scrolling faster than the speed of light—and some of them very clearly typed by people who’d forgotten how keyboards worked.
Steph nudged Cass lightly.
“See? I told you.”
Cass responded with an almost imperceptible shrug, but a smile escaped toward her girlfriend. Of course she knew. She always knew. But seeing it actually happen was something else entirely. It was that flutter in your stomach, that holy crap, it worked feeling, followed by a sigh of relief and a sharp pang of pride.
And, well, if anyone had doubted they’d absolutely nail it—the numbers were right there to shut them up.
After all, numbers don’t lie.
Amid the chaos—because of course there was chaos, and of course he was right in the middle of it—Bruce Wayne, one of the two supposedly responsible adults overseeing the event (and yes, that title was already highly questionable), had officially given up.
He rested his head in his hand with the dignity of a man who had seen Gotham destroyed countless times but had never felt so utterly powerless. His sigh was long, deep, and heavy with a silent why did I ever agree to this? It was the sound of a soul already resigning itself to its fate: there was no control here. None. Zero. Any attempt to interfere would only make things worse.
Interfere? The worst of illusions. Any effort to impose order on that madness would only be pouring gasoline on the fire. So, Bruce made the only strategic move left to him: he silently prayed that his children’s significant others would deal with them later.
Meanwhile, Dick, Steph, and Duke were getting ready for the next song. That’s when Barbara, the undisputed master of mind games, decided it was time for a strategic pause.
With a calculated smile—sweet enough to hide the danger behind it—she announced:
“Let’s test your general knowledge!”
As the questions flashed across the screen, one crucial detail was noticed: Duke Thomas, the official “Sunshine” of the Wayne family—and, according to the unanimous consensus of the internet, the purest person on this planet—had been overlooked.
This was no mistake.
It was a betrayal.
The chat exploded in digital outrage, complete with angry emojis and symbolic threats (because yes, Duke’s fans take this very seriously):
🔹 “WHERE ARE THE QUESTIONS FOR OUR LITTLE ANGEL? 😠”
🔹 “YOU FORGOT DUKE? A CRIME. A SERIOUS CRIME. 🔫”
🔹 “WE WANT QUESTIONS FOR DUKE OR WE’LL STAY MAD! ✊”
But, as always happens on the internet, the outrage lasted exactly three seconds before someone pointed out the obvious:
Duke would be in the next dance group.
The chat, in unison:
“OH, OKAY THEN. BUT WE’LL HOLD YOU TO IT LATER.”
What followed was an intellectual shootout—random knowledge disguised as “civilized” debate, where no one was willing to give an inch. The last question, in particular, turned into a discussion worthy of a Harvard master’s thesis: complex arguments, citations from “sketchy but correct” sources, and everyone talking over each other like it was a session of Congress—to the point where Barbara almost gave up.
But then, salvation arrived.
The trio finally shouted that they were ready.
The scene cut.
There they were, in front of the tasting panel: Dick, Steph, and Duke, appearing in perfect sync.
The audience lost it—deafening applause, hysterical screams, and at least three people furiously typing in the chat:
“OMG THEY’RE SO BEAUTIFULLLLLLL”
Barbara, of course, couldn’t resist. Someone had to feed the chaos.
“Round two!” she announced, with a smile that promised trouble.
And then…
Dick Grayson led the group in an outfit that should’ve been considered a crime.
The white lightweight shirt, left open just enough to reveal the black sleeveless turtleneck underneath, seemed like a heart trap. (And it worked.) Around his neck, a silver chain with a W-shaped pendant made of tiny lightning bolts—a detail the most attentive fans were already gossiping about on Twitter.
The black shoulder holster with metallic accents gave him a dangerously elegant vibe—as if he could, at any moment, draw a weapon or a smile capable of melting steel.
The fitted black cargo pants and the high-laced leather boots completed the look. Lethal. Stylish. Unfair.
Steph and Duke weren’t far behind, following the same “practical yet deadly” vibe: fitted black sleeveless tank tops with visible gray stitching (because details matter), and black cargo pants with side pockets and loose leg straps. The holster on the waist added that touch of “we’re ready for chaos, but we look good doing it.”
The audience, of course, was in shambles.
🔹 “OMG HE’S A GREEK GOD”
🔹 “HOW IS HE REAL????"
🔹 “HELP, I’M FREAKING OUT”
🔹 “THIS FAMILY WAS BLESSED BY THE BEAUTY GODS”
And then… the first chords of “Call Me Baby” (EXO) echoed.
The trio was already in position. Dick, at the center, began the choreography with a sharp smile—the kind that knew exactly what chaos it was causing.
And the chat?
The chat simply LOST ITS MIND.
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Meanwhile, in Central City…
Wally had just gotten home after stopping another jewelry store robbery (“Seriously, why do all villains have a thing for jewels?”).
In a matter of minutes:
✔ Speed-shower
✔ Change of clothes
✔ Collapsed onto the bed (finally, rest)
✔ Turned on the TV
BAM.
His boyfriend’s livestream dominated the screen.
And Wally… short-circuited.
Literally.
Brain: “Critical error. Reboot system.” 💻
Eyes: Glued to the screen, pupils dilated.
Heart: Beating faster than when he breaks the sound barrier.
For exactly 3.46 seconds, he was frozen—a monument to shock and awe.
When Wally finally snapped back to reality, it was in a frenzy of pure panic:
“WHERE’S MY PHONE?!”
He tore through the room like a hurricane—cushions flying, books tumbling, the family photo frame nearly crashing to the floor—until he finally found the blessed device on the desk.
Trembling hands. Fingers typing at 200 km/h.
“DICK GRAYSON, YOU CAN’T JUST DANCE TO EXO LIKE THAT WITHOUT WARNING ME????"
And many more, of course. Multiple missed calls.
On the other side of the screen…
Dick’s phone vibrated as if possessed. Messages popping up, notifications blowing up the screen, the brightness flickering like an SOS signal.
And then… he glanced at it.
A smile appeared.
Slow.
Calculated.
Criminal.
He knew exactly what chaos he had caused.
And the best part?
He was loving every second of it.
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0:27
[SweetTooth] “OMG, EXO?! I JUST TIME-TRAVELED”
[StumblingPenguin]SuperChat $1000 “WHO DARES SUMMON US FROM THE SHADOWS?! EXO-L REPORTING! 💎 LIGHTSTICKS UP!”
[TypingDinosaur] “MY FAVORITE SONG 💞 BUT WHY SO SUDDEN? MY HEART WASN’T READY”
0:35 - 0:44
[KillerPopcorn] “MISS EXO SO MUCH 😭😭😭 SOMEONE HAND ME A TISSUE”
[SassyCupcake] “FOCUS ON DICK RIGHT HERE 👆🏻👆🏻”
[SilentShadow]SuperChat $20 “MY SUNSHINE IS GORGEOUS 🌅 Duke, you are literally the embodiment of joy. My baby 😭”
[CrypticX] “YOU PLAYED WITH MY HEART AGAIN (╥﹏╥) (applied to be Dick’s 3rd wife and got rejected instantly) WHY DOES FATE KEEP HUMILIATING ME?!”
[FlyingPineapple] “HOW COULD I NOT FALL IN LOVE IF HE SANG THIS TO ME?! 😭😭😭 Dick Grayson, you are a walking hazard to my heart!”
1:00 - 1:12
[Coraline 2.0] “STEPH AND DUKE ARE KILLING IT? WAIT, NO, DICK JUST STOLE THE SHOW AGAIN 😭”
[LoneWolf] “WALLY, YOU LUCKY SON OF A BITCH! I’M OVER HERE DYING OF ENVY AND YOU GET ALL THAT HOTNESS 😭😭😭”
[BatSignal] “BRUCE, ARE YOU SEEING THIS?? YOUR SON IS STARTING A WAR”
[FlashredFan] Super Chat R$100🎤 "MY CONDOLENCES TO THE DELULU! WALLY MADE IT CLEAR: ‘DICK IS MINE’! 🎶
"Pode olhar, desejar/Só não se atreva a tocar/Porque na cama é meu/O corpo dele é meu/E o homem dele sou eu!" 💍🔥
[VozDoEscuro] “DON’T HAVE TO REMIND ME, I ALREADY SUFFER ENOUGH IN MY MEMORIES AND MY REAL LIFE 😭😭😭”
1:14 - 1:34
[CtrlAltDel] “THEY ATE IN THE MV AND THEY ATE HERE—BUT WHY DOES DICK HAVE TO BE SO PERFECT IN THIS CHOREO?? 🔪💘”
[CódigoInvisível]SuperChat $20: “I’M GONNA FAINT—CALL AN AMBULANCE 🚑🚑🚑 AND A PRIEST, ‘CAUSE THIS IS A DEADLY SIN (and I’d commit it gladly) ✝️😈”
[DynamicChamp] “HIS HIPS SHOULD BE CLASSIFIED AS LETHAL WEAPONS”
[DukeFanClub] SuperChat $900“OK BUT DUKE LOOKS LIKE A GREEK GOD IN THIS CHOREO, RIGHT? RIGHT??”
[ScandalousChortle] “Y’ALL WALLY IS GONNA LOSE IT WHEN HE SEES THIS” 😂
[Vermelho_Foda] “I’M JUST HERE TO WATCH IT ALL GO DOWN 😂😂”
[PixelArt] “WHY DOES THIS SONG SCREAM ‘I’M TAKEN’ TO THE WHOLE WORLD? 😭✨ (EXO + Dick = deadly combo for delulu hearts)”
[DeadSecret] “HE MADE A W WITH HIS HANDS!!!”
[JavaTheHutt] SuperChat $1200 “PLEASE LET ME BE DELULU 😭😭😭 just for 5 little minutes?”
[LoneWolf] “DID YOU GUYS NOTICE DICK’S W LIGHTNING BOLT PENDANT?! (internal screaming) WALLY WEST, YOU ARE THE LUCKIEST MAN IN THE UNIVERSE AND I AM NOT OKAY WITH THIS.”
[HackermanBr] “THESE TWO ARE GONNA BE THE DEATH OF ME 😵 AND I’D SIGN THE DEATH CERTIFICATE WITH A SMILE! HAPPILY.”
[Error500] “😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭”
[OnlineSoulmate]SuperChat $500 “MARRY ME 💍💍💍💍💍 (YES, I KNOW HE’S TAKEN, BUT A GIRL CAN DREAM).”
[SpeedsterScreaming] “HEEEEEELP 😱 MY HEART JUMPED OUT THE WINDOW AND RAN ALL THE WAY TO GOTHAM”
2:10 - 3:08
[EndlessMoon] “I’M DROWNING MY SORROWS IN BEER AND SADNESS 🍻 blast the music at max volume AND THE NEIGHBORS CAN SUCK IT!”
[LoadedDice]
🎶 "Antes embriagado do que iludido
Acreditar no amor já não faz mais sentido
Eu vou continuar nessa vida bandida
Até você voltar~ 🇧🇷🔥
[LoveInBytes]
“WHY ARE ALL THE WAYNES TAKEN?! 😭×3 (looks up at the sky) I JUST WANT ONE! BUT FATE RECOMMENDS SOLITUDE!”
[DigitalFlower] “I DON’T KNOW IF I’M DYING OF ENVY OR LOVE”
[AnonymousLetter]
🎶 "É uma ciumeira atrás da outra
Ter que dividir seu corpo e a sua boca
Tá bom que eu aceitei por um instante ~ 🇧🇷💔
[NaturalBeauty]
🎶Nunca te pude hablar
Nunca te pude hablar
Y ya duele, porque al final
No quiero contar todos los besos
Que nunca llegaron a tu boca
Siguen esperando tu regreso
Para volverte loca🎶Colômbia 💔
[RegrettableEmerald]SuperChat $8 “Y’ALL THE WHOLE WORLD IS IN THIS CHAT FR”
[DecisiveChomp] “JUST NOTICED THAT !!!”
[DrChaos]
🎶Mas enquanto ela não voltar
Eu vou continuar
Me afogando no álcool
O som do carro no talo
Manda a multa que eu vou pagar
Mas enquanto ela não voltar 🚗💨🎶
3:12 - 3:50
[SpicyBaby] “THE CHAT TURNED INTO A DIVE BAR”
[GutturalChaos] “SO MUCH SALTINESS IN HERE”
[VirtualKiss]
🎶 "Eu tenho aqui na minha frente o seu rosto~
Vejo sua boca, mas não posso te beijar~
Teu olhar fixamente me vigia~
De uma fotografia~ 🎶
[NightWhisper]: “WHY DO WE BRAZILIANS HAVE TO PUT MUSIC IN EVERYTHING?! AS IF SUFFERING OVER DICK WASN’T ENOUGH, NOW I’VE GOT A WHOLE PLAYLIST TO SUFFER BETTER!” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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The music ended.
The silence lasted exactly 0.5 seconds—until Dick Grayson, the master of drama, positioned himself in front of the camera like an actor in his final close-up.
His eyes fixed on the lens—because he knew, he just knew, Wally was watching.
And then he blew…
A kiss.
He formed a heart with his hands and placed it right over the “W” pendant hanging from his neck.
Final blow.
Wally almost passed out.
He was already halfway out the door, muscles tensed to sprint to Gotham in 0.3 seconds—but then… reality hit.
Entering Gotham without Batman’s permission? Insanity. (Even while dating Dick.)
Breaking into Wayne Manor unannounced? Suicide. (Bruce would never forgive him. EVER.)
So he stood there. Frozen. Freaking out in the middle of the room like a terrified dog at the vet.
Until…
Bzzz.
A message.
“Meet you at my apartment. After the livestream. 😉😏”
Wally.exe stopped working completely.
(System reboot required.)
CHAT
🔹 “I DON’T KNOW WHAT DICK WROTE, BUT THAT SMILE… GOOD LUCK, WALLY. YOU’LL NEED IT.”
🔹 “THAT WAS A CRIME. A CRIME OF PASSION. SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE!”
🔹 “I CAN’T BREATHE. SOMEONE GET ME A GLASS OF WATER.”
🔹 “BRUCE, LOOK AT THIS. YOUR SON IS A MENACE.”
🔹 “DICK GRAYSON, YOU ARE THE DEVIL IN HUMAN FORM.”
Chapter 7
Notes:
✨ Hey, Bats and Supers! ✨
We're just three chapters away from finishing this story!
I've decided to give you a little sneak peek of the next fanfic in this series:
After a battle against an old enemy, three heroes were hit by a deadly curse. With no known alternatives from Zatanna or Constantine, their only hope lies with two unknown mages within the League — ones Bruce has been hiding for years.
Choreography for this chapter:
🎵 "Sorry Not Sorry" — Demi Lovato
⏳ Segment: 0:40 - 2:34
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Tim:
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Chapter Text
The judges' final scores were announced:
Damian: 9.5
Jon: 10
Barbara: 9.55
Average: 9.68
As the quiz show continued and the audience was still trying to recover from the last dance round—gasping, ecstatic, completely enthralled—a silent vacuum formed without anyone noticing.
The three of them simply… evaporated.
Tim, Bruce, and Jason.
They took advantage of the collective distraction, grabbed the outfits they had set aside earlier, and disappeared toward the dressing rooms.
Inside, they changed with near-military efficiency. Three short, prearranged whistles echoed from inside the dressing rooms—it was the signal.
Barbara let out her breath in a deep sigh.
Finally.
The camera positioned in front of the dressing rooms suddenly lit up. And then, they emerged.
With all the grace and style the world had come to expect—and then some—the trio reappeared on the scene, eliciting screams and collective meltdowns from fans across the globe. Once again.
Tim emerged like a thunderclap of leather and attitude—a look that spawned digital sighs before he even opened his mouth. The black leather jacket was lined with a blood-red that seemed like a warning: beneath that calculating mind and handsome face hid a dangerous animal.
Tim Drake didn't mess around. That outfit was armor for a performance battle, and he didn't go to war poorly equipped.
The black crop top revealing his abdomen was the masterstroke. Backstage, he had calculated it coldly: it was the expectation breaker. The world expected the prodigy boy in a suit, and he delivered a Tim who was dangerous, sensual, unpredictable.
Every defined muscle was proof of sleepless nights spent not just in front of screens, but also in the gym, transforming frustration into physical discipline. He was a product of his own obsession with self-improvement. Always.
The spiked ear cuff and the chains around his neck, with that 'K' pendant as subtle as a punch to the gut.
The leather pants… well, the leather pants were obscene. They molded every muscular curve of his legs like a second skin—an invitation and a threat all at once. It wasn't just clothing—it was a promise. Of movement. Of power. Of dominance.
The belt with the side chain rattled softly with each step, a minimalist percussion marking his advance. A hypnotic and utterly captivating rhythm.
Ah, the combat boots were the final piece of the puzzle. They weren't just shoes. They were a statement of intent. With them, he would bring the world to its knees—and make it beg for more.
If Tim had already left the chat in shambles, Bruce and Jason, on the flanks, completed the trio with a simple yet lethal look. Their simplicity was strategic—a calculated counterpoint that only made the hurricane called Timothy Drake shine even brighter.
Both wore identical outfits, a uniform of pure, silent imposition that drove insane anyone who saw them.
The black compression shirt seemed to have been painted onto their torsos. It wasn't clothing; it was a statement. Every muscle fiber, every groove, every line of muscle sculpted by blood, sweat, and years of relentless combat was on display. There was no ostentation, but none was needed.
They were living Greek sculptures, yes—but the kind that portray gods of war, not love. That fabric was a tacit threat that stole the sanity of anyone who dared to look for too long.
The loose, gray sweatpants created a game of hide and suggest. While concealing, they invited—almost challenged—the imagination. What was hidden beneath that soft fabric? The suggestion of power in the thick thighs, the firm hips… it was both an invitation and a warning.
And the minimalist black sneakers said it all: "I'm comfortable, but I can run, jump, and kick your chin at any second." It was casualness as a weapon.
Result?
The air was sucked from the studio.
The silence that followed the end of Tim's presentation wasn't one of hesitation—it was one of pure impact. It was the sound of thousands of brains short-circuiting at once, trying to process a visual overdose of the Waynes.
The world stopped.
Where to look first?
At Tim's incendiary intellect, with his blood-red leather and a gaze that defied the world?
At Bruce's primordial power, a living monument whose mere existence seemed to bend the space around him?
Or at Jason's relaxed threat?
Clark, seated on the couch with the rest of the clan, kept his eyes fixed on his husband like a predator—literally fighting not to drool at the sight. As waves of heat seemed to rise through his body, the only phrase echoing in his mind was:
"We'll see who gets the last laugh."
And then, as if he could hear his thoughts, Bruce turned his head—just slightly—and smiled. A slow, almost imperceptible, but utterly devastating smile. One that grew with each passing second, as if to say: I know what you're thinking.
On the other side of the screen, Roy was watching the live stream. Mentally, he was torn between:
1)Drooling over his boyfriend, who happened to be a literal Greek god dressed in sweatpants and defined muscle.
2)Thinking about punishing that same boyfriend later—with firm hands, low words, and all the time in the world.
"Jason…" he thought, biting his lower lip with his fists clenched, "you're going to pay for this."
And in the midst of the collective delirium, Steph, taking her rightful place as Supreme Master of Entertainment and Chaos, couldn't contain herself. She jumped off the couch, pointed at the trio with a grin that stretched from ear to ear, and yelled for the entire audience to hear:
"ROUND THREE!"
And then… the first cutting chords of "Sorry Not Sorry" exploded through the speakers.
Tim, at the absolute center of the formation, didn't move immediately. He let the intro burn, the cameras glued to him, the air thick with anticipation.
And then…
A smile.
Slow.
Calculated.
Wicked.
A smile that wasn't for the audience, nor for the judges—but for one specific person. Someone he knew was watching.
He looked directly into the lens, as if he could see through it, traverse dimensions, screens, distractions... and smiled.
A smile from someone who had total control of everything around him.
And he was loving every second of it.
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On the other side of the screen, in Kon's room.
Just seconds ago, he was amused by everyone else's despair—laughing at the desperate messages and calls his friends had sent to their respective boyfriends.
But then.
The wide, carefree grin that had been on his face… simply vanished.
His jaw literally dropped.
His eyes fixed on the screen, on the perfect close-up of Tim's challenging smile.
The world around him—the lights, the deafening music—blurred and fell completely silent.
In exactly 2.21 seconds , his super-speed reflexes kicked in.
The phone, which was beside him, was already in his hands.
Fingers that could crush steel typed on the fragile glass with absurd speed and desperate fury.
KON: TIMOTHY DRAKE-WAYNE.
KON: THAT SHOULD BE ILLEGAL.
KON: I FEEL SICK. LITERALLY. I THINK I'M GOING TO FAINT.
KON: ANSWER ME.
KON: "NOW."
From afar, Tim saw his phone vibrating frantically on the backstage couch.
Watching it—even from a distance—was intoxicating.
With every vibration, Tim's smile widened.
Every bzzz was a confirmation of his victory.
He danced with even more gusto then—a sway of the hips that was almost a physical provocation, a deliberate move that seemed to say: look what you're missing.
Every step, every glance at the camera, was a calculated insult to Kon's sanity.
All of it—the outfit, the smile, the dance—had been meticulously planned for this specific outcome: to reduce Kon-El to a nervous, trembling, utterly disturbed mess.
And it was working perfectly.
And Tim was loving every single second.
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0:42
[SilentFury] GUYS, THIS SONG WAS ONE OF THE FIRST TO GO VIRAL ON THE CHANNEL! REMEMBER? 😭
[VirtualCommander] YES! I DISCOVERED OUR GODS BECAUSE OF IT. PURE NOSTALGIA!
[FearlessNavigator] Back when this place was just wilderness... cries in 'subscriber since the beginning'
[SinisterClown] Hold up, ancient subscriber, careful with those knees, grandpa.
[MentalVirus] OUCH. I'M 26, I'M NOT OLD. BUT I'M FEELING LIKE A FOSSIL RIGHT NOW.
[OfficialArchivist] SuperChat $50 Chill, everyone. You're not old. You're historic. 😂😂😂😂😂
0:52 - 0:55
[MemeMaster] SuperChat $20 GUYS, TIM IN A CROP TOP IS A SNACK. MY GOD, LOOK AT THOSE ABS. IS THAT REAL? IS THAT EVEN ALLOWED?
[LivingLegend] I agree 🤤 and I don't even like guys.
[GossipMonger] Jason is my favorite, but I admit... Tim in a crop top is a very convincing argument.
[CosmicChicken] SuperChat $5 STOP STARING, HE HAS A BOYFRIEND. 😑
[AnonymousTraitor] I know he has a boyfriend, BUT IT'S NOT A CRIME TO ENJOY THE VIEW. IT'S ART APPRECIATION. AND WHAT A MASTERPIECE.
[WiFiHunter] Someone call a doctor, I need a medical note.
1:07 - 1:20
[VikingCat] THOSE HIPS 😳 Tim Drake, you are a walking hazard.
[WirelessKnife] SuperChat $500: SOMEONE CALL AN EXORCIST because this man is POSSESSED. NO ONE SHOULD BE THIS HOT AND THIS SMART AT THE SAME TIME.
[AdoptedBat.PG] SuperChat $100 I'M NOT RELIGIOUS BUT I AM ON MY KNEES.
[PunkUnicorn] TIM, BRUCE, AND JASON ARE TOO MUCH FOR MY HEART 💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓
[Kawaaii.NekoNeko] BRUCE AND JASON GOING SO HARD I CAN'T TAKE IT 😵💫😵💫😵💫
[BreadWithButter] SuperChat $5 THEY ARE SLAYING AND I'M HERE, A MERE MORTAL, IN SHOCK.
[GossipGirl-Art.0-0] Jason has that little smirk… he KNOWS the damage he's causing.
[ChatSavior] If I tried to imitate that, I'd look like a fish out of water having an epileptic seizure.
[FreshwaterPirate] 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳
[SmilingCookie] I THINK I DIED AND WENT TO HEAVEN. WHAT A HEAVENLY VISION.
[CuriousObserver.Logic] SuperChat $900: BRUCE ISN'T A MAN, HE'S A MONUMENT. A CULTURAL HERITAGE SITE. HE SHOULD BE IN A MUSEUM. OR ON AN ALTAR.
[ForumPrince] SuperChat $1000! TOMORROW I'M BUYING DRAKE INDUSTRIES STOCK JUST BECAUSE OF THIS DANCE!
[AwakeZombie] I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHO THE WAYNES WERE BEFORE TODAY. NOW I GET ALL THE FANS. 🤯 I'M CONVERTED. Where do I sign up? I need more of this in my life.
[WaynesFandom.Official] SuperChat $5 Welcome to the cult, brother. Here we suffer, but we suffer happily ❤️
[BackyardAlien] Weird that Tim's boyfriend hasn't said anything yet...
[ToasterKnight] You think he's in shock? Think he fainted? Think Tim forbade him from commenting? 👀
[Connorkent.Kansas10] I'D RATHER KEEP WATCHING THAN SAY SOMETHING NONSENSICAL. 😮💨
[ToasterKnight] HOLY SHIT, HE ANSWERED ME! HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HERE??
[Connorkent.Kansas10] SINCE THE START OF THE STREEEEEAM-
[Firewall] SuperChat $50 I THINK HE BLUE-SCREENED. 🤖
[FuriousGossiper] OMG, HE WAS JUST QUIETLY WATCHING EVERYTHING AND NOW HE'S LOSING IT LMAO
[GossipMonger] SuperChat $30 He's trying to keep his composure, but I know inside he's screaming: "TIMOTHY J. DRAKE, YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS."
1:40- 2:14
[DigitalAlchemist] THIS FAMILY IS GOING TO MAKE ME CALL AN AMBULANCE. SERIOUSLY, I FEEL SICK. 😵💫 MY BLOOD PRESSURE, MY HEART, MY SOUL—EVERYTHING HAS COLLAPSED.
[OnlineTarot] IF ONLY IT WERE JUST YOU. I'VE NEVER BEEN SO THANKFUL FOR PUBLIC HEALTHCARE, BECAUSE I'M ALMOST FAINTING OVER HERE.
[DarkStage] SuperChat $200: LONG LIVE PUBLIC HEALTHCARE! LONG LIVE FREE PUBLIC HEALTHCARE! LONG LIVE THE BRAZILIAN CONSTITUTION! LONG LIVE BRAZIL!
[KeyboardWizard] OUR GREATEST PRIDE 💚💛💚💛💚💛
[GothamSupreme] SuperChat $90 LUCKY FOR US, OUR FAVORITE BILLIONAIRE ALLOWS US THIS LUXURY RIGHT HERE IN THE UNITED STATES. HERE IN GOTHAM AND MANY MORE 😎 Bruce Wayne, semi-official hero of Gotham.
[HeadshotPro] I WISH WE HAD SOMEONE LIKE THAT IN METROPOLIS! 😭
[SilentAudience] SuperChat $2 YOU GUYS ARE SO LUCKY 😭 cries in 'I don't have a Bruce Wayne in my city' and my local billionaire only sponsors golf and yacht events.
[CriticalLag] SuperChat $800 DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED! LONG LIVE THE WAYNES AND BATMAN AND THE CREW! 🦇🦚🐦🔥🐦🔥🐦🦜🐦⬛🐤 (sorry, Signal, there wasn't another yellow bird.. It was the closest I could get. Forgive me)
[BlackHole] CLARK, AS A METROPOLITAN AND HUSBAND OF A WAYNE, BRING THIS BLESSING TO US, MERE MORTALS! ON MY KNEES 🧎🏻♀️ I BEG YOU! 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
[InvisibleCheater] DREAM ON! THE WAYNES' PRIORITY IS GOTHAM AND BLÜDHAVEN! THAT'S IT. NON-NEGOTIABLE.
[DreamingAndroid] SuperChat $20 GO FIND YOUR OWN BILLIONAIRE! THEY ARE OURS! 🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫
[FallenLeaf] NO WAY! YOU AND STAR CITY ALREADY GOT THE BEST ONES! Oliver Queen, where are your hot people?
[Homunculus~~0-0] They're in disguise 🥸. I doubt they'll say anything in enemy territory.
[DPSofPassion] SuperChat $50 WE ACCEPT DONATIONS OF ONE OF THE HEIRS 🧎🏻 just one! PLEASE 🧎🏻🧎🏻🧎🏻🧎🏻🧎🏻🧎🏻🧎🏻🧎🏻🧎🏻🧎🏻
[Singularity] SuperChat $1000:
(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻
(ノ｀⌒´)ノ┫：・┻┻
(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻
(ノ｀Д´)ノ彡┻━┻
(┛ಸ_ಸ)┛彡┻━┻
┻┻︵ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ︵┻┻
(┛✧Д✧))┛彡彡彡彡彡彡彡彡彡彡彡彡彡┻━━━━━━━━━┻
YOU WILL NEVER STEAL A WAYNE FROM US! THEY ARE OUR BABIES!
[GothamHope] Do you know how rare it is to have a decent billionaire who actually cares about his city??? No, SUPER ULTRA MEGA RARE. IT'S A FREAKING LEGENDARY POKÉMON THAT ONLY APPEARS IN GOTHAM!
[SilentFury] "A LEGENDARY POKÉMON" LMAOOOO I'M DEAD! THAT'S IT! WE MUST PROTECT OUR BILLIONAIRE MEW AT ALL COSTS!
[MIRACLE.BTM] SuperChat $100 YES, IT'S EASIER TO FIND A GRANDIDIERITE AND ALEXANDRITE MINE THAN TO FIND OTHERS LIKE THEM.
[Anonymous_Seraph_Angel] SUPER CHAT $2000 OUR LUCK IS THAT BRUCE LOVES HAVING KIDS, BECAUSE IMAGINING A GOTHAM WITHOUT THE WAYNES IS TERRIFYING. IT'S LIKE IMAGINING THE SUN WITHOUT HEAT. THE NIGHT WITHOUT STARS. THE BAT-SIGNAL WITHOUT LIGHT.
[Hospital.GothamOfficial] SuperChat $80 JUST IMAGINING THAT WOULD MAKE HALF OF GOTHAM HAVE A MENTAL BREAKDOWN. OUR PSYCHIATRY DEPARTMENT IS ALREADY OVERWHELMED AS IT IS.
[BlueKryptonite] METROPOLIS FOLKS, LET'S START A PETITION. CLARK KENT, USE YOUR MATRIMONIAL CONNECTIONS! #WayneForMetropolis
[RedRobin] NO, HE'S OURS! 🔪🔪 YOU HAVE SUPERMAN, THAT'S ENOUGH!
[UrbanThunder] SuperChat $500 SUPERMAN SAVES THE WORLD, WAYNE SAVES GOTHAM. EVERYONE IN THEIR OWN LANE. RESPECT THE TERRITORIAL BOUNDARIES OF PHILANTHROPIC BILLIONAIRES.
[VirtualCommander] Gotham without the Waynes is like bread without cheese: a tragedy of cosmic proportions. The chaos would be instantaneous.
[SanityComeBack] SuperChat $5 I completely agree, that's more terrifying than any nightmare Scarecrow's fear gas has ever given me. And I'm a born-and-raised Gothamite, okay? I've seen some things... Imagining Gotham without them? It's the end.
[MentalVirus002] B ruce Wayne isn't a man, he's an INSTITUTION. A historical and cultural landmark of Gotham. They should declare him a UNESCO World Heritage Site.
[MyGoddess.WonderWoman] SuperChat $10 May Batman and the Crew protect the Waynes for the good of us all 🦇. IT'S A MATTER OF NATIONAL SECURITY! ⚠️I'M SERIOUS⚠️
[DivineComedy] 🙏🏾🙏🏾 🙏🏾 🙏🏾 🙏🏾 🙏🏾
[InsaneSeamstress] SuperChat $180: If you think Gotham has a lot of criminals with the Waynes paying for our healthcare and education, just imagine it without them. Gotham becomes a post-apocalyptic reality show. And no one survives season 2.
[LongLiveScience] Me here in Brunei, shocked 🤯 🤯 🤯 🤯 🤯
[MastodonMatriarch] SuperChat $600 You guys don't know the half of what goes on here. We complain, but deep down... it's like: we have a wonderful, absurdly hot God who spoils us even though we live in hell.
[QueenOfMidnight] Oliver Queen tries, but he's SO amateur compared to the Wayne level. Sorry.
[FlyingDrone] Chill, everyone. As long as Batman breathes, Bruce is safe. And as long as Bruce has a beating heart, Gotham has hope. Simple as that.
2:14- 2:34
[ParallelUniverse] MY KNEES HURT JUST FROM WATCHING.
[LoneRoot] CLARK, CLOSE YOUR MOUTH! YOU'RE DROOLING. SERIOUSLY.
[DigitalDesert] WHO ISN'T, DUDE?
[OfflineEmperor] SuperChat $300 LUCIUS FOX, I BEG YOU: MOVE UP THE ANNUAL SALE OF THE WAYNE CALENDAR! 🧎🏽♀️
[SilentFury] " WAYNE CALENDAR" LMAOOOO I'D BUY 10!
[Wayne's.FandomOfficial] SuperChat $1000 🚨🚨 ANNOUNCEMENT TO ALL OF THE WAYNE FANDOM 🚨🚨
"THE VOTE FOR THE TOP 10 MOST BEAUTIFUL MEN AND WOMEN IN GOTHAM IS THIS MONTH – AND IT WILL BE OURS!
THE TRADITION WILL BE UPHELD AT ALL COSTS, AS WE HAVE DONE FOR THE LAST TWO DECADES.
NO ONE ABOVE THE WAYNES.
SIGNED: THE OFFICIAL FAN COMMITTEE"
[VirtualCommander] SuperChat $600 THE OFFICIAL FAN COMMITTEE HAS SPOKEN. IT'S LAW. BRUCE, DICK, JASON, TIM, CASS, DAMIAN, AND DUKE IN THE TOP 10. THE OTHERS CAN FIGHT FOR THE SCRAPS.
[LadyOfAnswers] NO ONE. END OF DISCUSSION.
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When the dance ended, Tim slid onto the leather couch with that aura of calculated innocence only he could master—a faint, soft smile, a calm gaze fixed on the middle distance, as if he hadn't just set the internet on fire and reduced his boyfriend to a state of absolute collapse.
But those who knew him understood: behind that serene facade, there was a plan.
And he was about to execute part two.
His phone was already in his hands. He opened the chat with Kon before answering any of the frantic questions sent earlier.
And then…
He selected
The Photo.
Taken minutes before, in the dressing room.
In the image, Tim was shirtless, wearing only the unzipped black leather jacket, the blood-red lining a silent warning. The dressing room's soft light accentuated every defined muscle, every line of his torso—a deliberately tantalizing image. The silver chain hung over his chest, the 'K' pendant gleaming discreetly, intimately, almost possessively.
The angle was perfect: slightly from below, like an invitation—or a command.
His chin was slightly lowered, his eyes staring into the lens with devastating intensity. A half-smile promised everything and nothing at all. His gaze didn't ask: it dominated.
The message was clear, raw, inescapable:
"Come and get it."
He typed the message. Short. Direct. Unquestionable.
Tim: My apartment 3. Default passcode. 22:00.
CHAT REACTIONS:
🔹 “OMG WHAT WAS THAT LOOK TIM GAVE AFTER HE PICKED UP HIS PHONE!!!! IT WAS SCORCHING 🔥”
🔹 “HOLY SHIT, IF TIM TOLD ME TO BARK I'D BARK WITH PLEASURE 🐕”
🔹 “THE WAYNES ARE DEFINITELY THE GODS' FAVORITES, FOR SURE ✨”
🔹 “THAT WAS SO INTENSE I'M GOING TO NEED A COLD SHOWER 🧊🧊🧊🧊”
🔹 “AS IF LOSING MY MIND OVER BRUCE, CLARK, JASON, AND DICK WASN'T ENOUGH… THEN TIM COMES ALONG AND NEARLY KILLS ME WITH A HEART ATTACK 💔”
Chapter 8
Notes:
✨ Hey Bats and Supes! ✨
We've reached chapter eight!
Sometimes it feels redundant to say this whole series was supposed to be a single one-shot, especially since we're now on the third fic in this sequence 😅.
The problem (or the luck!) is that I'm so inspired that I currently have seven more semi-finished fics and another one in the works, just waiting to be edited and translated (after all, English isn't my first language).
We're only two chapters away from finishing this fic! Thank you so much for all your support:
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The judges delivered the scores, one by one, as if each number were a small lightning bolt striking the middle of the studio.
Damian: 9.4
Jon: 10
Barbara: 9.5
Average: 9.63
A beautiful number. Almost round. Strong enough to make the jurors exchange knowing glances—that silent respect shared by those who understand the value of a score like that. But for them, that was just the backdrop.
The real spectacle wasn't in the points, nor in the perfect moves or the high scores. It was in what came next. In that which no one dared to say out loud, even though everyone was holding their breath because of it.
And then.
It came.
That which everyone was waiting for. What no one would admit, even if they denied it to their dying day.
The main screen flickered. A new title appeared in bold letters:
RANK: BOYFRIENDS' REACTIONS
A collective gasp rippled through the couch. A few stifled laughs escaped—nervous, complicit, full of mischief. The viewers might not have fully understood the reason for those laughs, but everyone was absolutely riveted. The air vibrated with anticipation.
Of course. Here is the translation, adhering to the established style and guidelines.
Kon: 2.21 seconds
Roy: 3 seconds
Wally: 3.46 seconds
A stunned silence—the good kind—swept across the set. 2.21 seconds. That was the exact time between the moment Tim's waist appeared on screen—under the studio lights, muscles defined as if sculpted for that exact instant—and Kon's first desperate message flashing on the display:
"TIMOTHY DRAKE-WAYNE."
And Tim? Tim just smiled.
A slow smile. Sadistic. Triumphant.
The kind of expression only someone in total control allows to slip out. It was the naked, raw manifestation of a master of chaos who had just won the most interesting bet of his life. He turned his face toward his brothers, a near-cruel glint in his eyes—that silent "didn't I tell you?" that was as loud as a slap in a quiet room.
The reaction was immediate.
They rolled their eyes in perfect unison—a ballet of exasperation so well-rehearsed it could only be familiar. Low, creative muttering cut through the air, directed at the floor, the cameras, God, fate, Tim. Words like "son of a bitch," "that's cheating," and one particularly emphatic "holy fuck, Tim!" slipped through their teeth, carefully hidden from the official microphones—but perfectly audible to everyone on the couch.
But what about those who weren't in the running?
Ah, them...
They began to smile. Some, to laugh. Others, to cackle uncontrollably.
It was comical.
It was human.
It was them.
It was that dynamic, impossible to explain with words—but one that anyone who had ever seen them together, even for five minutes, could feel in their chest. The rehearsed chaos. The affection disguised as provocation. The gratuitous drama served as family entertainment. And underneath it all, a stubborn, nagging, defiant love—but non-negotiable.
Cass watched it all with a small, rare smile on her lips, as if she were seeing the world's funniest joke. Steph, on the other hand, couldn't contain herself. She crossed her legs and pointed an accusatory finger at Duke.
“I want my money, Thomas. Tomorrow, in my pocket, no excuses,” she said, her voice smooth as honey but with the sharp gaze of a hawk.
Duke rolled his eyes, but a stubborn smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
“How about we deduct what you still owe me from the last bet, Brown?” he shot back, quick as lightning. “Remember? About how many cups of coffee Bruce would drink during the last board meeting?”
The laughter that followed was general, contagious, and loud—the kind that comes from the chest, that makes your abdomen ache and your eyes burn with tears. It was the sound of a family that, no matter how much they pretended to be indignant, deep down lived for and adored that chaos.
They all loved knowing that, no matter how far they went or how much they drifted apart, there would always be this—voices, laughter, and fond resentment that bound them tighter than blood.
It was the sound of people who knew each other too well, who provoked each other too much, but who, above all, loved each other in a way that was a little messy, a little toxic, completely insane —but entirely real.
And Tim, at the center of it all, with his elbows on his knees and a grin that stretched from ear to ear, savored every single second of it.
The judges' scores? They were just numbers.
The secret bet? One of thousands—a silent ritual that kept the family's dynamic running like a well-oiled engine.
But that—Kon's digital panic, Wally's wounded pride, Damian's murderous glare, Steph's hysterical laughter, the way Dick almost fell off the couch laughing—that was the real prize.
The chat, of course, was completely lost, trying to decipher the Waynes' internal code. Messages like "???", "can someone explain?" and "what did I miss?" scrolled for a good few seconds.
But, piece by piece, the penny dropped. Until one user connected the dots: "WAIT… THEY BET ON WHOSE BOYFRIEND WOULD REACT THE FASTEST???".
The chat went up in flames. The Waynes' laughter merged with the sound of the comments. The idea was so ridiculous, so specific, so absurdly them.
But the greatest irony, the absolute cherry on top, was reserved for a more select audience: the members of the Justice League, watching the stream from the anonymity of their fake accounts.
They witnessed the impossible. They saw Wally West, The Flash, the fastest man alive, race through time, dodge bullets, read encyclopedias in milliseconds… come in third place.
With a shameful and inexplicable 3.46 seconds.
Dick couldn't have been more proud of himself.
As the laughter still echoed and the chat buzzed over the chaotic genius of the bet, the energy in the studio reached a fever pitch. The family chaos unfolded like a reality show orchestrated by the gods of Chaos, and the live stream exploded with hype.
And then, it was time for the final group of the night. The grand finale.
The trio of Duke, Cass, and Steph would close out the show with a golden flourish, the final act before the reveal of the overall ranking and the closing dance.
They weren't the type to exit the stage with a wave and a polite smile.
No.
They were going out with an earthquake.
With a spectacle so calculatedly chaotic, so full of style and attitude, that it would be remembered as the moment the internet stopped.
In control of the entire situation, Barbara Gordon couldn't contain a wide, mischievous grin, her fingers flying across her laptop keyboard with lethal fluidity. She knew exactly what was coming. When her voice echoed through the speakers, it was a sinister yet excited warning that even made the Wayne tech team working remotely shiver.
"Folks, this is the final group, so enjoy every second! We'll be back for the Q&A session later... if you SURVIVE this."
A silence charged with electricity.
And then...
BOOM.
The unmistakable, vibrant first chords, brimming with pure joy, of BTS's "Dynamite" exploded through the speakers.
The camera cut.
A silence.
One exact second.
The kind of pause that holds the entire universe in tension.
And then
They appeared.
It was as if the "Dynamite" music video had been ripped from the fabric of reality, folded, rewritten, and launched into an alternate dimension—one governed by Wayne chaos.
Golden light enveloped them like a sacred baptism.
The beat hit their chests before it even reached their ears.
And there they were:
Duke, Cass, and Steph.
Transformed.
Sanctified.
The outfits were identical to those in the music video—every detail, every stitch, every sparkle meticulously replicated. It was as if someone had raided the actual BTS members' wardrobes and delivered it all backstage with a simple note: "Wear this and destroy the fandom's sanity."
Duke as J-Hope.
Cass as Jungkook.
Steph as Jimin.
The first chords of "Dynamite" exploded. The beat pulsed. The floor seemed to tremble.
And the chat?
THE CHAT WENT INTO ABSOLUTE MELTDOWN.
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0:25
[FanficTheorist] SUPER CHAT $300: "OH MY GOD, MY TWO ADDICTIONS COLLIDING: WAYNES x BTS 💥 IS THIS A DREAM"
[CrazyShipper] 😍😍😍😍😍😍
[AnonymousFandom] "MY ADDICTION 💕 MY BRAIN CAN'T PROCESS THIS MUCH BEAUTY"
0:34-0:50
[Sonequinha] "THEY'RE WEARING THE OUTFITS FROM THE MV 🤩 EVEN THE SHOES! SOMEBODY LOOK AT THE SHOES!!!"
[SceneAnalyst] SUPER CHAT $150 "10/10 FOR STYLE FIDELITY. DUKE AS J-HOPE? IMPECCABLE. BUT CASS AS JUNGKOOK IS DIVINE"
[StephFanSinceForever] STEPH AS JIMIN. NOW I CAN DIE HAPPY.
[HopeForCanon] SUPER CHAT $20 "Daddy can't handle this. MY HEART IS FRAGILE, I HAVE A HISTORY OF TACHYCARDIA!"
[DigitalBrush] SUPER CHAT $700 "MY SUNSHINE WEARING MY BABY'S CLOTHES 😍 DUKE THOMAS, YOU ARE A PUBLIC HEALTH HAZARD! GENERAL ALERT!
[PaletteOfEmotions] SUPER CHAT $20 — DUKE IN YELLOW? IT SUITS HIM MORE THAN ANYTHING 🌟 IT'S AS IF THE UNIVERSE SAID: “HE NEEDS TO SHINE. NO EXPLANATIONS.”
1:04 - 1:45
[AbandonedIdea] YES, HE LOOKS BEAUTIFUL ☺️ GOTHAM DOESN'T DESERVE THIS ANGEL. NOR DOES EARTH. NOR THE MULTIVERSE.
[IncompleteArt] “HE'S SLAYING! I CAN'T, I CAN'T, I'M GOING TO CRY”
[BloodyPen] SUPER CHAT $100 "EVERYONE, THIS IS HIS OFFICIAL SONG FROM NOW ON! 'DYNAMITE' IS THE DUKE THOMAS ANTHEM, I SAID IT! CANON IN MY HEAD AND NO ONE CAN CHANGE IT!"
[CompleteArt] "Yes 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟"
[DramaKing] THE PERFECT SONG FOR HIM. DUKE IS LIGHT, HE IS ENERGY. THIS ISN'T A COINCIDENCE. IT'S DESTINY
1:45 - 2:18.
[ProfessionalTroll] SUPER CHAT $600 "BY THE GODS, THEY'RE DANCING EXACTLY LIKE IN THE MV! I SPLIT MY PC SCREEN AND IT'S IDENTICAL! 😱
[DoubleMeaning] SUPER CHAT $100 — "PLEASE, A BTS AND WAYNE COLLAB WOULD BE THE PERFECT COMBINATION! Wayne Industries, make it happen! I'll donate a kidney if I have to!"
[NightWind] HOW ABOUT... ON A PRIVATE ISLAND? 😈😈😈😈
[BaronOfBoredom] Don't tempt me, sister 😈
2:20 - 3:24
[DimensionalPortal] SUPER CHAT $300 "PLEASE, WAYNE INDUSTRIES, I BEG YOU! THIS COLLAB IS THE DREAM OF ALL OF US!"
[WiFiShadow] 🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️
[BuggedOracle] PLEASE 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
[NoScopeInLife] "It would be a dream."
[EmotionalNPC] SUPER CHAT $1000 ENDING WITH A GOLDEN KEY! 🔑✨
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The trio made their way back to the couch amidst playful shoving, looks of "I did better than you," and an insane amount of poorly disguised pride. Steph, still in full drama mode, collapsed into Jason's lap with a theatrical groan:
"I'm dead. My heart couldn't handle destroying all those poor, fragile hearts."
Jason, without even looking, gave her a shove, and she rolled to the side like an indignant cat.
"If you're dead, come back to life. There are more people coming," he grumbled, crossing his arms. "And stop touching me."
"You love me," she said, grinning.
"I don't."
"You do."
"...Shut up, Brown."
Cass sat down with her usual impeccable posture, an almost inaudible sigh escaping her lips, as if she had just stepped off a haute couture runway and not an explosive dance number.
Duke had a divine glow emanating from him, as if the Sun itself had decided to bestow a fraction of its love upon the hero—after all, he was the only one in the clan who worked in broad daylight. (Which was, in fact, true: Guaraci had granted the boy a high-level blessing; his powers grew stronger when bathed in sunlight.)
He just smiled. A wide, genuine smile that reached his eyes. He knew he had slayed, judging by the chat still scrolling at impossible speeds, millions of hearts flooding the screen.
And then, as if the universe needed a little more drama—because, of course, it's never enough Barbara cleared her throat to get everyone's attention.
"And now, the final scores!" she announced, her voice echoing like a game show host's.
The camera zoomed in on the judges. Barbara adjusted her glasses, trying to maintain a professional seriousness. Damian looked as if he were profoundly bored by the sheer frivolity of it all (a lie; he had followed every step with critical attention). Jon couldn't hide his proud smile.
The scores were revealed one by one, with the exaggerated suspense of a reality show that everyone knew didn't need to be so tense, but that they loved anyway.
Damian: 9.7
Jon: 10
Barbara: 9.7
Average: 9.8
A murmur of genuine admiration swept through the studio. 9.8. It was a colossal score. The chat celebrated in an absolute frenzy, reveling in the triumph.
And then, at the peak of the celebration, just as Steph was about to hug Duke again, Cass stood up.
Her quietness was as powerful as her dancing. Every movement, deliberate and smooth, silenced the room. She approached the main camera, her expression serious, impenetrable. A heavy silence fell over everyone like a cloak, stifling even the faintest breath.
She stared directly into the lens, straight into the souls of every single person watching at that very moment, and dropped the bomb with devastating calm:
"Now..." her voice, a serene and cutting thread, echoed in the studio's deathly silence. "the final ranking."
The giant screen behind her, controlled by Babs, updated with an audible click. One by one, the names and scores appeared in descending order, each one materializing with a deep, decisive sound.
The chat stopped. The air stopped. The world stopped.
1)Bruce — 9.84
2)Duke — 9.8
3)Dick — 9.68
4)Jason — 9.65
5)Tim — 9.63
6)Clark — 9.16
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