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Hey so how do you think nightwing and Jason would deal with a s/o on her period and s/o’s just forcing themselves not to express things cuz “everything makes me want to cry” and s/o’s like “I feel like shit. Let’s go to a bar. I wish to be hammered by the end of the night”? S/o isn’t someone who drinks often, but their period makes them want to get passed out drunk every one day of the month?

Dick:

Having one of the most top notch detective skills that seconds to the worlds greatest detective, he’s usually right on the money that you’re on your period despite you not saying a word. Blankets, pillows, hot water bags, teas and your favorite ice cream are all getting stocked up and ready. He didn’t get more ibuprofen since it’s a staple to have some on hand for him when he’s on a mission, so he already has those. He spoils you silly, always checking that you’re alright and picking up anything you want on the way back. The kisses and touches he frequently gives on a daily basis aren’t as passionate compared to usual; the kisses are softer and don’t last long though filled with as much affection nonetheless while he purposely drapes his arms around your abdomen to have his body heat seep in and take the edge of the pain away. 

When you tell him how you're in the mood to go all out at the bar, he’s executing his plan of having a movie night instead. Cuddling you in his arms with a blanket wrapped around you, he’s attentive to change the water bag when it starts feeling cool and making sure there’s a fresh cup of tea right next to you. Sure it wasn’t what you had in mind, but he doesn’t want you to be in more pain the next day with the unneeded hangover-migraine.

Jason:

Isn’t as knowledgeable in what to do to help, but he’s able to pick up that you’re on period as soon as you get more quiet and not as expressive than usual. He’s often online and asking Dick on tips in getting your period cramp to go away and gets you everything you would possibly want and need. At one point he had gone to the store and got you a human-sized bear to squeeze when he was also trying to get Bizarro a stuffed Superman (canon by the way). Surprisingly, the blankets and pillows don’t get used as he finds himself being used as those two substitutes, thanks to his body temp running high. In a way, it’s a win-win situation from being able to hold each other to the two of your heart's content if not for how much pain your body goes through. 

But he puts a foot down when you tell him you’re getting hammered at the bar. It becomes a bit personal as it reminds him of his past regarding his mother on top of the hangover that’ll make things worse for you. Somehow he manages an impromptu snuggle session for the rest of the night, the two of you simply chilling while his large hand sprawls over your tummy, acting as a warmer that never gets cold to keep the cramps from coming back.

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hey so how do you think Dick grayson and Tim drake would deal with having nightmares and their s/o eases them awake quietly. And s/o doesn’t poke them for answers. Has an attitude of if their boyfriend wants to spill they can do. Their man’s in a cold sweat. Once their boyfriends back down to earth, s/o’s like “I’m gonna make us both tea” also mentions that “I get nightmares too”. And stays up with their boyfriend and then suddenly sunrise hits and they’ve both not slept at all. Meanwhile, how do they also deal with s/o sometimes having nightmares themselves? Like they’ll just cry in their sleep? The really bad nightmares s/o gets happens before they even met their boyfriend, meaning the danger the boys introduced into s/o life isn’t the cause for them sometimes having nightmares? S/o had a dramatic life before they met each other?

Dick:

Always the listener, giving comfort to others but never allowing himself to be given the same. He’s used to internalizing his issues and solving them on his own, never realizing that it makes him resemble someone he’s very much close to and criticize about. That was until you entered his life. Words can’t describe the relief you give him, your very presence enough to get him ground back to reality. When it first happened, he had interpreted your silence as uncertainty. The debate on trying to figure out what to say without triggering him. Not like he could blame you considering his tendency of having a mean temper when his mind is consumed by darkness. He was expecting you to stay simply silent and give him space for alone time just as he always pushes for. Or, like how everyone always does it, probe him to tell you what’s wrong, giving him the classic lecture of how unhealthy it is to pent things up. But like then and now, he’s embraced, back softly rubbed as he rests his head on your shoulder and regains his breath. Sometimes hugging you back when it was particularly a bad one. 

Sure he has stayed in bed when he’s able to silence the white noise quicker but often he gets out of bed and follows you to the kitchen, not wanting his one comfort to leave him all alone as you go to make tea. You always manage to get him to crack a tiny smile from squeezing his hand and reminding him things will be okay. That even you get nightmares as he leans his head on yours, his cheek nuzzling into your hair while his eyes stay trained on you steeping his favorite Earl Grey. He heads to the sofa with you and curls into your side to further savor your warmth. Once the caffeine rush hits, it pushes him to talk in circles of what he saw. He doesn’t address what exactly happens directly, fearing the superstition of saying it would make it come true. Soon the sun would rise and he’s either being the smaller or bigger spoon, listening to the words you give that brings him the solace he needed. 

When you’re the one going through a traumatic nightmare, he’s internally in great distress. A frown always settles on his face, a part of him feeling stabbed, as it registers in his blurry mind you’re crying. Nothing does he despise anymore than how he can’t do anything to make whatever you’ve gone through go away or your nightmare to stop. He knows waking you up will only make things worse from you having to remember your trauma in your consciousness when you’re reliving it subconsciously and that’s the last thing he needed to do. So he quietly scooches closer to you and carefully you towards him. One arm acts as a pillow while the other holds you as he busies himself in patting your head, whispering words of promises that you’re not alone, you’re safe, and he’ll always be there for you. It gives him reassurance when it works, your breathing evening it out as you go back to a peaceful slumber. When it doesn’t he stays awake in silence, almost cradling you in the bed as he does his best to soothe you with a broken heart of seeing how much agony you must’ve gone through.

Tim:

He’s the one who has gotten better with voicing his current state especially with how he nearly destroyed himself in the search for the then-proclaimed-dead Batman and the death of Superboy. However, you make everything a hundred times better and easier to handle. As cheesy as it sounds, you’re the light that always pulls him out of his own darkness. During the first time, he didn’t understand why you weren’t asking and, instead, simply staying still. It brought out the uncertainty and doubt he held toward himself, all the thoughts that constantly haunted him. Until he was engulfed by a comforting warmness. Back then he was hesitant, however currently, he ends up clinging to you as he’s finally able to register your heartbeat in his ears, signalling he’s awake. It strengthens him to overcome the anxiety as you never get impatient and continue holding him as long as he needs to go back to somewhat being okay. 

He doesn’t let go of your hand though, in a way forcing you to drag him into the kitchen so you could steep tea. Yes, it’s embarrassing that he looks like a kid with the blanket still wrapped around him as he does this but he takes mind to it as you pull him closer to maximize your mobility while still being able to have his hand held. Not that he complains, his automatic response being his arms wrapping around your waist and having both hands being in one of yours. At the sofa with fresh tea steaming in cups, the two of you cuddle while sharing the blanket as he pours everything out as a response to your question of him being okay. His head burrows into the crook of your neck to hide the expression he makes, his mind settling and reminding nothing compared to being with you when you being with him allows all the knots and worries to come undone. 

Every time you cry in your sleep, he sends another proposal to not Batman or his adopted dad but Bruce Wayne the CEO of Wayne Enterprises on why more funding should be put in their medical branch to research psychological relief for trauma. He has the saddest look when he wakes up and watches your pained expressions, ears sharp and silently listening to your mumbles and noting them in the back of his head to further help him figure out ways he could make things better without overstepping your boundaries. Having read how forcefully waking up a person from a nightmare may potentially add more scars, he has to suppress himself from doing exactly that. Doesn’t make the whole thing suck any less from how resentful and spiteful it makes him for being powerless and incapable making your scars go away. Scared of unintentionally giving you more scars, he either places an arm protectively over you or holds your hand with a firm yet tender grip, patting you softly as he doesn’t stop until you’re fine no matter how long it takes.

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Give Life Another Chance

Summary: He had always had your back when he was Robin. He'll always have your back even as an Outlaw

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A/N: Finally did Jason's version of childhood friend to lover trope!

Soft, black curls and a smile that could win the hearts of millions- there were so many good points you probably should’ve noticed first. But having been kicked out of the orphanage again and preoccupied to find a safe place to sleep on the streets for the night, your mind was slow to process that you were just saved from being jumped by Robin. So, your brain chose to point something else out as it registered.  Like how haughty he was being with both hands on his hips and an eyebrow raised as he had asked why a kid like you was out in the street this late. 

“You’re short.” 

“…Seriously? Instead of a thanks you tell me I’m short?” 

You were going to ask him if he had any plans on denying what you had just said when one of the thugs on the ground let out a groan. 

“Let’s go!” 

Quickly, boy wonder wrapped an arm around your waist before using the Batarang to pull the two of you up one of the near-by buildings. Surprisingly, you never once let go of him nor scream as he swung from one building to the next. Was it from trust? Survival instincts? You don’t know.  The next few minutes blurred as two teens continued to swing from building to building until he finally landed in front of a 24/7 burger place.

“Wha-where-“

Where did he get the cap he plopped on your head from? When did he change into the hoodie and sweatpants? Your head was spinning from so many unanswered questions that he was practically dragging you into the restaurant with a firm yet gentle grip around your hand. Shuffling you into a booth, he sat across from you and ordered two sets of the same burger meal. 

You both sat there quietly until the food came out. 

“Aren’t you going to eat?” Robin asked, noticing you hadn’t touched your food yet. 

You blankly blinked at him then at the food in front of you. Slowly, you reached for the burger and took a bite. Then another. You take the napkin he offered across the table to wipe your mouth and cheeks from both the food stains and tears while eating. 

By the time you finished, you both were slurping on your soft drinks, stuffed and satisfied.

“Well?” He asked, his eyes behind the domino mask trained on you. 

“… Why?” He must’ve expected you to ask him from the shrug he gave. 

“You looked like you needed it.” 

You looked like you needed it? 

“You were planning to sleep out tonight weren’t you? How were you going to do that on an empty stomach?” 

“I…” You paused for a moment, fiddling with your thumbs. “I’m used to it.”

He didn’t cue you or pressed for answers. It was all on you, spilling everything you’ve gone through from how your parents had abandoned you at age four from being chased by loan sharks to how you were continually being kicked out of each orphanage you enter for accidentally catching the employees embezzling funds meant to maintain the place. 

The one question he did ask was about school. He didn’t pursue further when you told him everyone knew your clothes were from hand-me-downs and the Salvation Army. 

You appreciated how he didn’t offer words of faux sympathy, simply muttering with an “I see”. You were curious what expression he was making though as he had his head turned toward the window and the hoodie pulled over his head blocked your view. 

Once the glasses were emptied, you both headed out. 

“Do you have any friends at your school?” 

You weren’t taken off guard anymore, finding yourself adapted to your current situation. 

“No.”

“Then head to this place. It’s nicer compared to all the others you were placed in.” 

Unexpectedly, an address for somewhere in the nicer neighborhood of Gotham was neatly written on the napkin.

“Yeah, and how am I supposed to get there? Have them let me in? It’s not like I have a social worker or anyone who’ll fill the paperwork for me.” 

“It’ll be fine. Just take the bus and walk there. Once you get there, just give them your name and then, they’ll let you in.” 

It was suspicious to say the least. At the same time, you didn’t have anything to lose.

“Then you have to promise to come visit me tomorrow.” Childishly, you stuck your pinky out at him. “ ‘Cause if you don’t, it’ll be your fault I’m dead.” 

“You aren’t going to die,” he snorted, yet wrapped his pinky around yours. “If anything, it’ll be a step forward to make life a bit better.” 

He was right. Life did get better when you arrived at the written address. With no hesitation despite the time of your arrival being past 1:00 AM, a kind woman welcomed you in and helped get you situated. For a week, you were busy getting used to the new environment where everything and everyone was… well, normal. None of the other kids looked as if they were struggling or waging war for survival. The adults were attentive and fostered healthy maturity. 

It helped that Robin had decided to visit you every night rather than just the next day. Along with checking in that you were okay, he listened to everything you had in your mind. The struggles, the challenges, the confusion from how none of your past experiences could’ve prepared for this big of a change. In a good way of course. 

Too bad the visits became less frequent once you started going to your new school. He mentioned about getting in trouble for not focusing on his patrols the last time. Your disappointment must’ve been evident when he proposed to do the  “pen-pal thing”. Using how you mentioned you’d do anything to thank him on the promised night as an excuse, he apparently had been wanting to do it but didn’t have anyone until you. 

That’s how you ended up leaving your window open ajar every night, having slipped a letter between the slim gap between the sill and the window itself and getting one back the same way, same place.

School on the other hand was eventful. Your only friend was Jason Todd, who, you had to admit, put in a lot of work to get close to you. To be fair, you didn’t expect someone to approach you all friendly on your first day. There were some hiccups along the way, however you guys managed to get through them and became buddies. 

There wasn’t a day you guys weren’t hanging together. Homework was being done at the library, talking about the books you both recently read during lunch. The time you both didn’t talk to each other was during class. Unlike you who sometimes found the drawl on Homo sapiens boring, Jason was soaking in all the knowledge with enthusiasm. You once called him school-freak from how much he loved to learn, being in school and exploring the topics the teachers were going over. He retorted that you were mad you couldn’t beat him in getting a higher grade during the last exam. You simply snatched his book and ran away with it, not appreciating how he was right.

With Robin during the night and Jason during the day, you were brighter and friendlier. Slowly, yet surely, you were found smiling more and approachable. Your schoolmates and teachers warmed up to you, treating you like one of them. You also had a place you could call home temporarily, where you could relax and enjoy the presence of having somewhat of a family.

The serenity and joy you had ended up lasting for two years. Jason suddenly stopped coming to school. Robin hadn’t visited you for a while nor sent you a letter. With Robin, you assumed it was because he was busy fighting criminals alongside Batman. Jason? You got worried about him. You tried to get in touch with him in every possible way you can. You asked the teachers, who were also worried as they didn’t know why he hadn’t been attending. You used the school’s directory book they hand out every year and sent letters to his residence. 

It was when you got the courage and called his home phone you were given the news. It went from shock. Denial. And then devastation. You felt completely ruined. Your eyes were glass and devoid of emotions when you had gone to his grave, dressed in black, holding a bouquet of red roses (he once said in passing that they were his favorite). 

Your one friend you made for the first time in life- you refused to believe he was dead. The news reported it was from an incident related to the Joker, making things much harder from the sheer weight of reality. Especially knowing the survival rate of the victims when the notorious villain was involved. 

You managed to maintain sanity superficially, convincing everyone that you were over it. That you were fine. Never realizing the reason for you to hold on was from the belief that Robin would soon visit you again when he had time or at least take the letters that were growing longer where you switched size of the envelopes multiple times.

Things became complicated when Batman, who hadn’t been seen with Robin for so long, made an appearance with him again. Problem was, the Robin next to the older man wasn’t your Robin. Instead of soft curls, his hair was silky and straight. The costume was different. The way the new Robin smiled wasn’t the same as the other Robin. Your Robin.

During the time Robin wasn’t present, you had thought he was severely injured.  Hence your expression of concern was always written in your letters, even in the midst of your grief. But what if. Just what if- 

You wanted it to be not true so much as you matched dates to events. The day of Jason’s death to around when Robin stopped sending you letters. The day Jason was seen with a cast to the day Robin wasn’t present on a mission. It was a cruel, awful joke played by the fates. Your Robin was Jason Todd. And the people- no, person- you loved with every fiber in your heart was dead. 

Jason, on the other hand, was never really into people back when he was a kid. Helping those in need and bringing justice so those suffering would finally have peace? Of course. He would always do it. Interest in a specific person though? He didn’t until he found you walking out and about in the middle of Park Row. Initially, out of empathy from knowing what it was like living in that awful area of Gotham, he was planning to follow you in the case you decided to get your hand dirty and mess with the wrong nest. He was proven wrong and soon changed his assessment of you to respect when he watched you give candy from your bag into the hands of the little kids hiding in the alley. You weren't being dumb about it either, posing it as if you were threatening contrary to what had actually happened. The longer he followed you, the more he saw how knowledgeable you were, knowing when to pick fights and when to keep your head low to stay out of trouble as you walked through the different alleys.

It made him more curious about you, from how you managed to save an adult man from a beating by tripping the assailant with the cover of his sidekick being the one to kick a nearby can. When he read the information he was able to find about you, he felt bitter. It was one thing to live with a dead-beat dad and a drugged out mom, but it was a whole different situation when having to live out in the street without a roof to cover your head most of the time, trying to get by on your own with no adults. 

He tried to think of something, anything to help you that night, after closing out the files that had been on the monitor in the Batcave. He started out with following you around during patrols and beating up anyone who seemed suspicious or approaching you with ill-intent behind your back. In his spare time, he was figuring out ways to get in a better child-care system considering you were still a minor, just like him. After hearing about his old man sponsoring to open an orphanage in central Gotham, he mustered the courage to put in a favor.

His plan was all set and ready to go once Bruce got involved, all that was left was to get you on board. Lady Luck must’ve been smiling at him when the perfect opportunity arose when he caught sight of some thugs hiding in the alley you were about to pass. That definitely got your attention when the thug that was close to grabbing you by the scruff went down with a thud. 

He never understood that awful and tragic feeling of seeing someone empty until he saw your eyes. Blank and filled with nothing, not even a spark of resentment or rage. He swallowed the lump in his throat, heart burning from the evidence of how the corruption of Gotham claimed another young victim. 

“So, what’s a kid like you roaming the streets at this time?” 

He didn’t mean to sound cocky. He was trying to sound normal, mustering the tiny drop of remaining strength in him to not waver when you looked so broken. Doesn’t mean he was impressed with your jab though. He had been told by Alfred that he was taller than Dick when he was the same age as him for your information. 

As he proceeded to help you get another chance with life, it wasn't part of his plan to become besties, even more so develop feelings for you. Sure, when he approached you as Jason Todd, things didn’t go well at first considering he knew you but you didn’t know him. His civilian self, to be exact. But as he got to know you as both Jason and Robin, he came to know the other side of you. The one with a heart that could encompass the whole world, a mind that had the potential to excel in anything you put your mind into. He constantly worried over the chances of you getting hurt, despite the rough exterior, from being so fragile.

Your letters reflected this as there were times your vulnerability appeared in writing on your thoughts of others. Yes there was hatred and annoyance but always in the last paragraph, you express your desire to understand rather than to exact revenge. You wanted to give them a chance and connect, not resent. 

The day he was captured was the day he wanted to confess to you. Reveal who he was and see if he could have a chance to be in your heart. So when he had come back to the living, he didn’t seek you out. He was scared to find out you had moved on without him. That he was simply left as a fragment of a memory like everyone else. 

You would’ve laughed at the expression he made if you had seen him when he saw you at his grave. He was camping, hoping that Bruce would appear and prove him wrong. To show that he was still loved and in his heart as his son. All he could do was hide his presence behind the giant oak tree, slightly tilting his head out to watch what you were doing. 

He watched your form from behind as you sat down in front of his grave before shuffling and pulling out folded pieces of paper. With his hiding spot not being that far off, he could hear you talking. And he wished he didn’t. A giant block of ice settled to the bottom of his stomach, listening to you read your letters you apparently continued to write to him. Your voice didn’t waver, casual and light as if you were truly talking to him like in the past. 

When you got to what seemed like the end, your voice cracked. Then a sniffle. For a moment, he forgot the anger and hatred he harbored, his knuckles going white from suppressing himself to reaching out and comforting you. It ripped him into pieces from the sorrow and wretch you were emitting, sobbing and whimpering why he couldn’t have told you sooner. Why he left without letting you say your final farewells. How you wanted him back.

You get interrupted and quickly forced to wipe your tears when your phone rung. 

“This is Officer-“ 

He stopped breathing. Out of all things, you became a police officer. The hope to meet and rekindle with you was completely crushed, his status not at all glamorous or society acceptable at the moment. When he heard ruffling, he came back to reality. He could feel his eyes well-up as he watched you place a familiar bouquet of flowers on his grave before getting up and leaving. 

Once you were gone, he walked over and picked the bouquet up delicately. For the first time since his revival, he was grieving for someone other than him, someone he still loves. Ironically, he wished that you were the one to have forgotten about him. Not being haunted and distraught as if you were watching him die over and over. 

Maybe it was then he developed the motivation to change, to leave and let go of emotions he had been holding up to then. Eventually, he had gone from working to dominate the underground businesses to getting rid of them. And whenever he had spare time, he’d have your back and make sure no one was going after you. It wasn’t just criminals he would take down who were planning to attack you and your group when on the field, he had also aimed at any corrupted officers that were going to use you as their scape-goat. 

Sure he had gone on adventures as he progressively turned over a new leaf, yet you were and still always his priority. Back when he was Robin and now, as Red Hood the outlaw. As time passed, he could see you healing. Your smiles more genuine. A glow in your skin. Your visits to him every week being more peaceful. 

He didn’t think nor entertain the idea of ever meeting you again. How could he when it’ll break you to find out he’s been alive, again, for so long?

So imagine his surprise when he arrives at the manor for the traditional Wayne Christmas party, finding you standing under the ridiculously large tree in the equally ridiculously large living room. 

The disgruntled expression gets replaced with shock for Jason as yours morphs into disbelief. 

“Ja..son…?”

Six feet, a body packed with muscles and scars, not to mention the infamous brown, leather jacket. Dick really wasn’t kidding during the time you helped hide him and the other vigilantes during the anti-hero hunt led by Amanda Waller when he had revealed that Jason Todd was actually alive after hearing from you how you knew the other, both as the former Robin and civilian. It makes you sick in the stomach of how much the person you loved once known as Mr. Sunshine went through for all the pure, unadulterated positivity and radiant optimism to be stripped away from him, leaving only hardship, fatigue, and harshness when hearing what he had gone through before and after his death. He didn’t deserve such cruelty, not when he was trying to pull the weight of the effort society refused to put in to make life better when he was a tiny teen. 

What you do next is risky. It may cause you to lose everything the two of you once had even. But how could you have him stand in front of the double-oak doors alone with eyes exposing his vulnerable and fragile heart. 

The questions he wants to ask, the actions he wants to take, they all are swallowed down when he’s pulled into a hug. It’s then he notices how much smaller you are compared to him. Your arms that once used to completely wrap around his shoulders can barely wrap around his torso. Your frame, frail as you tremble and leave tears on his thin, cotton shirt. 

He doesn’t need Dick’s motions or Tim’s mouthing to know what to do. Careful to crush you, he leans into you. 

“I’m sorry, I should’ve told you I was back.”

It’s the greatest Christmas gift life has ever given the two of you when you awkwardly nod in response to his words, no intentions of letting him go from fear he’d disappear on you again. And the sentiment is shared when he squeezes you closer to himself, a smile that was lost for a while reappearing and making those around feel the joy of the holiday miracle.

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Winter Series Day 4 - The little things

Summary: the random things you do that Jason finds cute

A/N: literally Jason saying in the comics this particular line had me at a choke hold and it didn't help it kept appearing under "following" and "for you" for a whole week.

You are cute. The statement he just made needs to be underlined. Italicized. Boldened. People may know he’s whipped but he’s pretty sure you yourself have yet to realize how down bad he is for you. Anything you do can make his heart flutter, body temp to hike up and get him to strike a fever in a matter of seconds. The things you do without being aware, all out of subconsciousness drives him mad. You scrunching your nose up slightly whenever you’re expressing discontent reminds him of a rabbit. With the addition of slightly puffed cheeks and lips, he teases you by pinching your nose when being modest. Most times, he’s leaning forward and capturing the softest part of your face, gleefully taking in the sight of your face blooming. It’s better when you snap at him for doing that “out of nowhere” afterwards, mentally high-fiving himself in getting the reaction he always loves to see. 

Your habit of playing with his hand when you’re in deep thoughts and he happens to hold to be there or you’re trying to comfort him takes a lot out of him. He can feel fast and hard thuds against his chest while you’re gently tangling your fingers with his. A one-sided thumb-wrestle, drawing circles in his palm. His favorites so far are when you simply lay your hand in his and push his fingers so that he’s squeezing your hand or when you wrap one finger to another, as if that’ll link the two of you together, forever . He puts no strength in, letting you do whatever you want to your heart’s desire whenever you do this. Not only does it take whatever edge both of you had away, it invites a lot of imagination on his side. 

With how adorable you are, he entertains the idea of covering and wrapping you in a blanket, hiding you from the world so you would forever stay as you are. If he’s not thinking about that, he’s thinking how so many people so far didn’t see the things he sees in you. Everything about you, inside and out, is gold. Whatever, that’s their loss which he will most certainly reap as he pushes on with his goal to stay by your side.

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please do not. the tim drake

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Duke spent all his childhood and most of his teenage years in a middle class family, so I like to think that he carried these habits into his rich life as well.

Example 1:

Duke: who the fuck is wasting our water? Do you know how expensive the bill will be next month?

Tim: Do you know that even if we had opened all the taps in the manor, Bruce would still have no problem paying for them for at least the next ninety years?

Duke, closing the faucet: yeah, what's your point?

Example 2:

Duke: It's literally a rip-off! Six dollars for a fucking yogourt?! Nah, let's go Cass, bet I can find an analog for three.

Cass, handing him the hundred dollar bill that Bruce gave them to buy two yogourts (he didn't know the price and just hoped that it was enough): ?

Duke, dragging her out of the store: It's a principle now, let's go.

Example 3:

Dick, accidentally dropping his phone: oopsie-

Duke, without thinking: of course, go on and break it. We are all billionaires here, aren't we?

Dick, pretty much confused: well, technically…

Duke: I see you, victim of capitalism.

He also constantly turns off the lights when someone leaves the room for more than 0,5 seconds, because it pisses him off.

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Can you please write Damian and Jon innocently crushing on reader who has same powers as scarlet witch? Batman found her and decided to join her in batfam. When he introduced her to Jon and Damian (as they are same age) they started to crush on her.

On day one, they didn’t expect much where Damian was expressing his typical criticisms of what his father possibly saw in you while Jon, having inherited the “cheerful and friendly” gene of the Kents, was trying to make small talk with you. Despite being meek and shy, you had blown them away when you revealed your current skills in magic. The Supersons were rendered speechless from the mini show-and-tell where you showed your various skills in witchcraft. It was as if they weren’t on-guard already having Batman fill them in prior about your powers and your potential of becoming a Nexus being. Since then, their feelings had developed overtime, from best friends to realizing they had a crush on you. 

Just because they have a crush, though, on you doesn't mean everything changed. Simply take everything the two boys already had and ramp it up ten-fold. They’re constantly quipping and jabbing at each other, nudging, punching, and kicking literally right behind your back when the three of you are hanging out and walking. It also happens during missions, where it had jeopardized missions time to time as they vie for your attention; Damian displaying his intellects and tech while Jon showcases his powers as a half- Krpytonian. When you’re out of ear shot or when the duo are the only ones for the day, most of the time is spent with one of them trying to one-up the other. Jon brags how he’s able to physically stay next to you the most with his abilities that defies common-sense and the law of gravity. Damian gloats he’s the one you spend the most time with considering the fact you’re living with him at the manor. 

Ironically, having the same crush allows them to be completely in-sync. They never once talked, not even sharing a single word, when it comes to being overprotective. They’re already coordinating on-spot when they feel you and your well-being is being threatened. Damian in-charge of being the guard dog at home, where he doesn’t allow Dick, Jason, or Tim to get close to you, nonetheless sit next to you. He’s heard the rumors and read the files on Dick and Jason’s infamous rendez-vous with multiple ladies. As for Tim, it’s simply from him disliking the other. When it’s the three of you, it’s Jon’s job to distract you while Damian gets to work and makes anyone who seems suspicious to back-off through all means without letting you notice. Jon would randomly point at something so you wouldn’t see the glare and words Damian mouths to the offending party as both worked to make sure they don’t get any more rivals.  

During the one time when Batman was brainstorming with Superman who to call to help you hone your skills, they didn’t notice their sons walking past them and slowly scan the lists of names they had written so far. The world’s finest had faced many threats before but they have never felt so much fear and eeriness when the boys gave their blood-related fathers a look after loud squeaking echoes in the Batcave from the force exerted on the red marker used to draw a large X over John Constantine’s name. Little did the two men knew at that moment they were to be merely the first victims when out of nowhere, their sons appeared at the Watchtower. Forget about scolding them for eavesdropping on the Justice League’s conversation, the two vigilantes along with Nightwing, who had to get shaken out of his state of shock, were focused on stopping their respective child from further scaring the Flash into drilling through the floor from vibrating on the same spot. And it was all over the joke of his son Jai to become a vigilante pair with you just like Beast Boy and Raven. 

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⚠️Spoilers for Chapter 527

Hyuk got called "dark version of Jay" 😔As a Hyuk-stan, this is slander.

More spoilers below

In all seriousness, the chapter was really short. Hummingbird's plan got cut off as soon as it was put in use and currently Sabbath is already gripping them at choke hold. It had more funny scenes vs. actual plot where Jay's little bro ends up watching the match next to Mr. Pink while Hyuk's obsession with Jay comes out again.

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Celebration for 140+ Followers

Meant to celebrate a long while ago when I had hit 100 followers but with how busy life was, I wasn't able to along with how long it was taking me to write rules since I had to consider all the fandoms I'm in and want to write for (looking at Lookism the most). Since the holidays are approaching, I wanted to take the time to thank all of my followers from the beginning and recently by OFFICIALLY opening the ask box for requests. The plan is to keep it open until 12/14, closing when it feels like I got enough that I'll be answer by 12/31. Any requests sent before I am processing as we speak so please don't feel as if they are being ignored! Please read rules before sending request.

Again thank you everyone for the support!

Edit: Requests are closed now!

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F.A.Qs and Rules for Request

Rules

All characters will be written from their original source. If you are wanting a specific character from a specific media (e.g., TV show Young Justice! Conner, Teen Titans 2003 Raven, LCF webtoon Cale), please specify

Do not request for age-up characters. All characters will be written as their canon-age unless it's a request regarding a character's past (e.g., robin!dick, child!gun, baby!vinny) including Jonathan Kent. I know he's depicted as older and teen-adult in recent comics but I'm extremely petty over how bad it was handled so only supersons!Jon exists to me

No NSFW

*Rules are subject to change over time

F.A.Qs

How are requests processed?

First come, first serve. All requests will be answered in the order they are received in the ask box unless it's an extremely specific and/or long request. Those that are more generic and/or shorter will then take precedent as it will take longer to process the specific, longer ones.

How long does it take?

With irl obligations, it might take a hot moment but usually not that long. Unless life gets busy, then of course it will take a while.

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Can you please write dumb and cute things batboys will do while they are crushing on reader?

A/N: i wrote something similar here and here as well!

Dick:

He grins, chuckles and, when he’s in a really good mood (usually after he had a chance to hang out with you), hums to himself a lot, whenever he’s texting you or thinking about you

It’s gotten to the point he’s treated as a creep by his teammates and family, catching him in the act when he’s on his phone and his thumbs won’t stop moving or looking a little too daydream-y whether it’s on a mission, working at the tower, or resting at the manor

Constantly mentions in you in conversations in his circle of those he’s closest with when he’s being teased where it makes the person regret their actions as they get annoyed with the amount of him talking about you

Sometimes follow you around out of curiosity of your daily life when he catches you out in public

Most times it’s not really following you but more of him trying to catch up and chat with you as he chases you across the roof before jumping down and striking a conversation. Again, though, when he’s feeling curious on top of his desire to ensure you’re safe, it happens

Jason:

All the books he had been reading including Art of War by  and The Republic  are put to the side as he starts drifting back to the good ol’ classic romance starting with Pride and Prejudice

On top of having the feelings, he uses them to research the best strategy to get close to you physically without being obvious to you or the others

Goes through mental imagery next and all sorts of training before he does it the next time he hangs out with you

Literally, he had worked on how to scooch closer to you so his leg would socially acceptably and ever so slightly touch yours for ten days prior 

Made a really tiny, mini collection on things that reminded him of you during his time traveling outside of Gotham from small trinkets to, of course, books

Tim:

Feels like this gets slept on a lot but with how large his range of disguises are and actually/actively uses alternative identities, he’s the one to stay on top of fashion trends so he could dress well in front of you

Doesn’t matter whether it’s casual, civilian, or even in his disguise, he puts effort into looking presentable and good in your eyes

Stays up to date with your socials if you have any, frequently checking to see if you posted anything new especially during times he’s not able to chat or text you

 Presses like on most posts you make. The ones he doesn’t press like are ones that features Damian or Jason (because he’s petty like that) while the ones that he “rarely” comments or reposts features him whether it’s civilian Tim Drake or Red Robin

He’s an offender for sneaking stuff to you either in your bags or placing them at your place with a short note, usually things you needed though pricey (e.g., camera, phone, a new blender once) or something you like to make you feel better like a bag of candy or a plush

Duke

Subconsciously writes your name randomly whenever he’s thinking about you when he’s writing anything including his notebooks a couple of times, an essay he nearly turned in ending with your name as part of the last sentence, a report to the big man himself 

Has gone to some of the Bat family members for romantic advice, trying to be all discreet about his crush. Doesn’t work as they all tease and coo at him for it, but he still end up getting good ones

He didn’t tell anyone this but Bruce is the last person to go while Dick is the best

If you write or doodle something in his notes, he ends up keeping it and not throwing it away despite having the mundane thing written on it. It’s his keepsake of you and like crap he’ll throw away something when it’s from you

A bit cringe but there are times where he would stand in front of the mirror and get caught on practicing how he would approach you for the day by his relatives and the rest of the Bat family from how aware he is of you

Damian:

Becomes just like his dad where he’s carrying everything in his pockets and belt now with things that are useful for you

Lost your pencil? He pulls one out of his pocket and gives it to you. Need candy to make you feel better? Pulls one out from his Robin belt holder

He’s a bigger fiend than Tim when it comes to giving you things mysteriously, without you knowing

He’s always leaving something for you especially when he goes on long missions, whether it’s locker, book bag, school desk, your desk in your room, on your kitchen table; the list can go on and on

Doesn’t get pricey like Red Robin, but something conveniently small for you to carry or cute to make you smile after getting tips from Dick about it

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Hey so how do you think Tim drake would deal with a s/o who has similar bad habits to him but not the same personality. Like forgetting to eat and drink an kind of overworking with work or a hobby. Except for this s/o actually manages it better than him. They set a timer for when it’s time to take a break and drag him along saying “The timer demands we take a break. It is law in this house now”?

When life gives you lemonade, they say to make lemonade out of it. Tim just so happens to have done exactly that where he decided to appreciate the concept of timers in the form of a human. Specifically, you, the person he completely sold himself to. You are his humanoid, personal alarm clock that reminds him to keep things balanced between work and health while respecting his habits. He appreciates how, unlike the others, you don't hound on him for it, saving him from all the nagging he already gets (though he would've called you a hypocrite if you did). He will admit that because of you being his timer, he gets more childish with you. Five more minutes, I'm almost done - the typical excuses to give as you pull him away from the monitor, not bothered by the fact that he's still sitting on his office chair. Most likely from the convenience of the wheels allowing you to roll him away rather than using physical strength to carry him. Not that he would mind but he definitely will be horrified if he gets caught being held in a princess hug by the rest of Young Justice and his family.

He disagrees with you saying that the timer is the law as not once has the law stopped or helped him with crime fighting. Or solved the main issues to all the illegal activities happening in Gotham. He only goes with it as he gets to be spoiled by you. When you're up and making a snack, he would lean his head into your side as he watches you or gets off the chair to help you out. The way your hand would slide up and play with his hair for a moment gets him to smile while staying by your side. Walking around to relax was another favorite break-time activity, especially if it's cold out as his hand that was holding yours smoothly makes its way into his pocket just so he could pull you closer to him.

If it ever feels as if you're overbearing or babying him, he does bring it up and tells you to back it up a bit. He is an adult that can function independently and he would want that to be respected. He does the same thing too when you forget or ignore your timer, making sure you were taking care of yourself just as much you were for him.

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Winter Series: Day 3 - 2D vs 3D

Summary: He finds out you have a list of 2D characters you love and would stay committed for life

Dick: has an issue with it

Has the famous Dick Grayson’s frown on his face when he finds it

Doesn’t appreciate it and despite trying to pretend it doesn’t affect him, he throws a fuss going how they’re not even real

Went to the point of his voice cracking and  high pitched when he got to the part about their shippings with yourself and to other characters you also are in love with

Grumbles when he watches and reads the series your favorites are from with you and on his own, constantly going “I can do better than them” 

If you ever were to jab him by asking if he can do something only they can do and he obviously can’t, that will genuinely tip him off and get extremely sulky where he’ll be venting to everyone both in the chatroom, joint missions, etc., while to you he pulls the pettiest of all pettiness he’s ever done

Eventually let’s up when you confront and tell him that he was obviously the only one you love and ever be with along you choosing him over any 2D character as you couldn’t imagine life without him

Also gives in and starts adding notes of his own on to your list because he does admit some of them are cool

Tim: isn’t bothered and actually cool with it

Does any eyebrow raise when he finds it

Sort of figured it was those character pairing lists but with how thorough your notes are, also entertained the thought that it was a hit list

More open minded and tries to understand why you were to enamored by un-real, fictional characters

Ends up joining you in adding notes to your list as he also gets into the same characters you like, especially seeing why with context

Literally, he’s going through the whole character-analysis meme where he discusses socioeconomic factors and symbolism to psychological influence of the character’s past during his talk with you, which is a sign that he is fangirling just as much in his own way 

He’s so engrossed he does the forbidden and starts reading/watching ahead of you for more scenes of the characters

When asked by the others about it, he’s the one getting defensive as if the list was originally his and he liked them before you

Jason: has his own list

bold of you to assume that you were the only one to have a list 

Right on spot critics how you have your lists organized and your ranking of characters

Gives you 10 points for color coordination but what were those notes in graphite? Excuse you but you are not a true stan if you write in pencil. If anything you are a coward

Doesn’t get why you’re surprised that he has his own list considering he’s into literature so of course he’d know more and up-to-date for any series that were adaptations having read the original source first

Causes an argument to break out over him gloating he’s the OG fan since day 1 to who you have ranked higher, lower, or not on your list

First off, you’re wrong. Ichigo should’ve been with Rukia and Toji is more badass than Gojo. He does agrees Drarry had potential and Stoik is a badass viking

The two of you end up staying up all night trying to prove each other who’s right and logical regarding each other’s lists and end at 5:00 AM with deciding to treat other's list with "respect"

Duke: doesn’t get it

Can’t wrap his mind around you simping over a character, in general

There’s genuinely no jealousy, he just feels confuse how you could this passionate with people who aren’t even real 

He gets it if your characters were just your favorite, he can get that. He has favorite characters from the shows he watches too but to your extent?

Passes the list off with the awkward “sure” and nod of head when you get passionate and pull up your slide shows as to why he should also stan and simp over them with you

Reminds you that the characters you’re head-over-heels for are fictional, not people in real-life 

Starts to understand why you like the characters you like so much when he joins in watching/reading whatever series you were into currently 

He does end up creating a “just-like” character list where he writes the characters’ name and from what series. No notes like you though, he still stays realistic

Damian: obliterates it on spot

Your list is gone the second he finds it. Ripped. Crumpled. Burned. Gone

Will not acknowledge that he was in the wrong seeing how you weren’t as excited with him as you are with those fake people that exists only in books and TV shows

Makes excuses how teens shouldn’t be that invested in things kids like and doesn’t seem like a mature hobby at all when he’s burning with jealousy

Pettily wages a silent war against you when you give him the silent treatment until a week passes, making him realize he probably crossed the line

During the time he figures out a way to get in your good grace again, he does try watching and reading whatever was on the list

He hasn’t and will never tell you this but you do have good taste. Just that your favorite characters shouldn’t be your favorite when one, he’s better than them and two, there were far more superior characters

Gets you to forgive him when he hands you your list he re-wrote and tolerates you having one. He still sneers at the characters on it and argues how the ones he likes are better than them

Just make sure to hide your shrine, `cause those are going to be permanently removed and never restored

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Spoilers for Chapter 526

Vinny gave Jay the water bottle. Whether he actually put the dope in or not wasn't revealed but i'm dreading what's going to happen the next few chapters to the end of the arc

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Could you please write headcanons for Jason and Dick falling in love with the same person?

Having them both fall in love with you brings out the best and the worst of themselves. As a Bat, both are petty where they would purposely join the date the second the two of you meet and third-wheel from start to finish. Both would try to get the other distracted, pushing each other under the bus to take the emergency call or tricking the other person into thinking they were all going to go one way only for the winner to manage to dip and leave with you in tow for some much desired alone time. If they weren’t able to do it themselves, they would even get someone else to do it for them. Though recently, there was mutual agreement to not have Roy do it as he had not only vouched for both teams but also played them like a fiddle and managed to have you spend more time with him than the two of them. 

Speaking of mutual agreements, there’s a rule the two had laid out after they found out they both liked the same person: never to argue in front of you. Didn’t matter the situation or cause, as the person they are both willing to hand their hearts to as well as being the most precious existence, the last thing they ever wanted to do was to hurt you in any shape or form. So most of their arguments occur behind your back, where shots are fired over the comms as they dissed one another or throwing insults over the dinner table when the family gets together. If they are feeling extremely annoyed at the other’s presence when the three of you hang out, they take the rule literally and take jabs the second you turn around, only to act all homie when your attention goes back to them. 

Despite how it reflects on the surface, there’s a lot of turmoil occurring inside of them. The clash of fighting against family kills them on the inside where, despite having gone all out, they were going in circles from also playing each other's wingman. They would step down to let the other get the stage light when it seemed right, sometimes even purposely leaving so they could each have a proper date with you. It can’t be helped. If the other was any other person outside the family, progress would’ve been made and things wouldn’t have stayed like this for so long. They care for each other so much that  if one of them was in a slump over what they viewed as a “stupid reason” and ready to wave the white flag, the other is the one to make the former stand back up. 

Going back to their arguments, when you’re completely out of the picture, their argument is brutal. The words they say and the actions they do to each other are not pretty, going low and pulling punches below the belt. There’s a lot of pent up frustration and resentment from the fact that they both liked you. For Dick, he still can’t get over how Jason has taken the firsts that should’ve been his from Bruce. The first to gain fatherly affection and attachment, the first to be called and adopted as a son. Dick was the eldest and the first Robin. He should’ve been the one to have all those before Jason. Jason, on the other hand, still suffers from inferiority complex while being treated as an outcast in the family. It drives him nuts to try to match the standard and meet the expectations Dick had set for the rest of them, being compared to the “golden boy”. Add that to them knowing they both found you love-able as a person, for understanding and accepting their everything, not rejecting even their deepest flaws, there’s no way they could stay at peace.

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Winter Series: Day 2- Put that thing back where it came from or so help me

Summary: Dick thinks a bunny is a perfect addition to the family. You’re the one pointing out he stolen a test subject from the company he happened to screw over

⚠️Warning: Spoilers for Nightwing 2024 - #120!

He’d be lying if he were to say he isn’t having fun right now. His face threatens to crack a grin as he watches the corner of your lips continue to twitch, signaling you’re close to caving in. Not too long ago, he had come back with the rescued rabbit that was being used to energize an organization’s anti-hero weapon. Seemed like you were awake and filled in by Babs on what had happened when, as soon as Haley started barking, you ran out of the bedroom to stop her from trying to attack the little animal in his arms. You managed to soothe her and place her in the shared bedroom before coming back out and standing in front of him unamused with both hands on your hips. What was intended to be a calm conversation turned into a squabble between the two of you as you bluntly said no before he could even muster a word.

Yes, he could’ve simply chosen the easy way out to get you to let him keep the rabbit. But where’s the fun in that? Especially when you had been wearing his t-shirt as your top while waiting for him to come back (unfortunately you were not wearing his matching sweatpants but he’ll get you to do it some other time). So, of course he would choose to be a tease instead, riling you up for being cute. 

“Dick, stop whining and actually think about what could happen if you keep the rabbit.”

“I’m not whining! You’re just being heartless to this poor BunBun, not considering his well-being and the trauma he went through at all.” 

“He’s a test subject. A test subject from the company that’s trying to ruin Bludhaven by making weapons against all the vigilantes. What makes it a good idea to keep him, even more so raise him here?”

“Excuse me, are you going to ignore that he's a rabbit? A very cute and fluffy one, in fact, that would make a perfect friend to have whenever you miss aside from Haley?”

“For the love of Earth-Dick. Dick, dear? He’s not a pet or a normal bunny. It’s either you put back Mr. Bun where you got him from or so help me-“

“I hope you realized just now you called him  Mr. Bun.” 

Speed forward to now where he’s holding the rabbit up to your face, making sure he’s giving the same eyes the rabbit is giving you to seal the deal. It isn’t helping your case that “Mr. Bun”, as you had called him, instantly had become attached to you, constantly kicking his feet in the air as he readied himself to jump toward you at any given moment. Finally, your resolve breaks when the rabbit tilts his head softly, eyes still trained on you. He walks over with a smirk, smug at seeing you covering your face with both hands to muffle your groan. 

You send him a glare, though gently grabbing Mr. Bun from his hands and cradling him in your arms. Carefully, minding how the rabbit shifts and nestles into your arms from his, he engulfs you into a hug, placing a kiss on the top of your head. He snorts when he picks the words you grumble under your breath as you stay in his arms, something along the lines of becoming an animal hoarder is his fault and that his influence was what was causing Damian to adopt every animal he sees. 

The next day, with much reluctance after having to appease Haley all night from jealousy of all the attention being given to the rabbit, he wakes up and smiles. Seeing you sleep peacefully with the animals on both sides you soothes his soul and refreshes his mind, reminded how last night’s mission was worth it as he treats the scene as his hard-worked reward. He then gets up to deal with the aftermath of what he had done, but not before he brushes your hair out of your face so he could place his hand on your cheek and enjoy the warmth he gets from you in his heart a moment more. 

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Could you please write jealousy headcanons like you did for batfam for superfam? (Clark, Conner, Jon) thank you ❤️

A/N: Heads up, Conner is written as comic version

Clark:

Despite his nickname being Man of Steel, the heart he holds for you is tender and extremely affectionate. His love tends to overflow from his heart, always wanting to be the best for you. So, when he gets jealous, he tries to be mature about it but ends up letting it get to himself. While you’re actively talking about a person that has taken your interest, he’s mustering everything to smile and stay in tune with the conversation. Awkward “yeahs” and faux enthusiasm is in his voice, trying to keep the conversation upbeat and positive so he won’t ruin your mood. Afterwards though, he gets more withdrawn and quieter, at some point even avoiding you completely. There’s no grin or his puppy-behavior where he approaches you first. Just minuscule polite smiles and a small “hey” whenever he bumps into you while getting stiff and stumbling over his words when you confront him.

When you’re talking to another person he’s a bit confrontational and on the edge, standing in front of you and close by not much (his words), protectively while questioning them on their motives as he was “curious” about them. He tries to pull you away once small talk is over, dropping hints to the other party to let you leave only to fail and suffer from getting dragged into the conversation. Eventually the other person leaves from the stink eye he gives them along with being slightly more blunt with the message he’s been trying to pass on.

Conner:

The flashiest of the supers, brimming with self confidence and arrogance while having a heart of gold. He is always passionate with the people he cares about but you hold his heart and very being. You accept everything about him without any exception so how could he not be committed and whipped for you? With him being prideful, he’s direct and doesn’t hide his jealousy. He doesn’t like how much interest you have taken to the other person when you show more interest to someone who isn’t him, grumbling and getting grouchy with his replies. He would ask what’s the big deal about the person and why you’re so interested in them, sometimes going as far as comparing their “amazingness” to his. He does admit he’s jealous when you ask if he is, but after talking in circles for a while.

When you’re talking with the other person, he has no qualms in dragging you away. Flashes the other a smile, having enough tolerance for small chit chat before straight up making an excuse up on spot to pull you away from them. Then, unlike the others, actually proceed to physically drag you away, gently holding your hand and all. He’s either pouting with puffed out lips and cheeks or looking as if he had something sour, lips thinned to the straight line when he does it, not answering your questions. He’s still careful and considerate when he does it and lets out a laugh when you display annoyance at him.

Jon:

A ball of sunshine, inspired to walk the same path as his father in helping those in need and keeping Earth safe. For him, you are the person who he loves so purely while at the same time, his best friend he can always rely on. He’s able to hold it in where he would show interest out of curiosity during the first few minutes but then he starts sulking when you don’t stop and continue to go on. Lips and cheeks are puffed out which is obscured as he would prop his head onto his hand. A fraction of his annoyance slips through when he can’t help and asks if you happen to like the other person. He does try to cover his jealousy, albeit poorly, with attempts of using the uno reverse card or distracting you with a related, yet different topic.

During the times you’re talking to someone else, he gets childish, giving the other party a suspicious look before going back to standing right next to you with arms crossed as he stubbornly waits for the chat to end. He doesn’t bother to get along with the person, pouting when you jab at him to be nice and go back to continuing what he thinks has lasted for hours. He’s able to naturally cut the conversation and pull you away where, during the past few minutes of trying to distract himself as he waited, he’s able to find something that would definitely interest you which helps in making a believable and reasonable excuse.