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[call-me-strega]

Dc x Dp Prompt #22: the Respectful Catcall Guy

Have y’all seen the videos of the respectful catcall guy? The one who says stuff like “Hey girl! You look like you file your taxes in a timely manner!”, “Hey Dawg! Your eyebrows look like they are on point bro!”, or “Yo! You look like you know how to fold a fitted sheet!”. So instead of an unpleasant experience with harassment you get a nice complement? Y’all know those guys?

So that but it’s Danny and Tucker (Sam’s camera women) on their summer road trip to visit colleges. No on is safe from compliments, not civilians, not super heroes/vigilantes, not even rouges are safe.

Some of these interactions would include:

“Damn Dude! You look like you contribute equally to household responsibilities!” (To Barry out with Iris and his kids, he laughs proudly and Iris says “Yeah he does!”)

“ Hey Man! You look like you always pull up for you friends!” (To Wally picking up a drunk Dick Grayson, Donna Troy, and Roy Harper after an undercover Titan’s mission gone wrong. He smiles awkwardly while his friends laugh)

“Dang Bro! You look like you’re taking your meds regularly!” (Trickster/James Jesse tv show version, he says “I am!” not questioning how they would know he takes meds)

“Damn ma’am! You look like you love every dog unconditionally!” (To Wonder Woman after she stopped to pet a dog)

“Dang girl! You look like you could bench press your friends! I bet you give great hugs!” (To Cassie Sandsmark at a Core Four hang out. She proudly shows off her guns and Bart yells back that she does give great hugs)

“Wow Girl! You look like you know how to use healthy communication and boundaries in your relationships!” (To Black Canary, she smirks proudly)

“Damn man! You look like drink your respect women juice at breakfast, lunch AND dinner!” (To a Clark Kent treating Lois to lunch)

“ Wow man! You look like you make an effort to be and active and present part of your daughter’s life! (To Deadshot/Floyd Lawton and his daughter Zoe out for dinner)

“ Dang girl! You look you know how to find joy and whimsy in life!”(To Raven, she smiled and appreciated it, but did double take at the amount of extradimensional death magic on these kids which check with them about later)

“Dang sir! You look like you know how to properly season your cooking!” (To Alfred Pennyworth out on a grocery run)

“Damn miss, you look like you make environmentally conscious lifestyle choices!” (this is actually Sam to Poison Ivy, she follows it up with “I’m a big fan of your work”)

“ Damn boy, you seem like you’re super passionate about what you believe in and deeply care about the people you love!” (To a budding, upstart crime lord Red Hood who is shook by positive feelings at this time in his life. They track him down and explain liminality and help him deal with emotions before he does smth too drastic like decapitating ppl *cough cough* But he still becomes a Crime Lord to mess with his family and still have a dramatic reveal)

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

On Crystal Waters

AKA On Silk Sheets Part Two. (The pirate!au.) Or you don't feel like you belong in your husband's new life, but good luck convincing him of that. No smut in this one, but there is suggestive dialogue. ~2.5k words

It's not that you regret sleeping with your husband, it's more of the fact you didn't quite think it all the way through. Yes, you missed him. Yes, you might even still love him. But, he's built an entire life for himself without you.

You've seen it the past two weeks, the way he seamlessly works with his crew, how maneuvering about his ship is second nature. It makes you feel out of place. Even if you've slowly come to learn the names of the other pirates, it doesn't change the feeling that you're a piece of his past.

You can't help but wonder if you're even more than someone to warm his bed. The restless anxieties draw you to the deck just before dawn, unable to sleep even with him next to you. You're surprised he doesn't wake, but it makes it easier, allowing you a moment to your thoughts. It's nice, to watch the sun start to peak over the horizon, to see land slowly drawing closer. The quiet doesn't last long.

"We'll be docking soon."

You turn, eyes fixating on one of the pirates, Roy, you think, "Which port is this?"

He settles next to you at the railing, "Star Port, unless Jason changes his mind. He's been cautious since the navy ship tried to chase us down."

You sigh softly, the memory of cannons and shouting and swords being drawn flashing in your mind, "What's it like?"

"Star Port?" Roy replies cheerily, "you'll like it. Lively markets, great taverns, and nice views for a port city. Easy to get lost in, though, lots of winding alleys. Best stick close to someone."

"I'll keep that in mind," You murmur, eyes trailing back to the distant port.

"Something botherin' you, Sweetheart?"

"Are you looking to hear my secrets, Harper?" You drawl, idly tapping the wooden railing.

He huffs a laugh, "Have you got someone better to spill them to? I'm the closest thing you have to a friend at the moment, so spill away."

You tut, side eyeing him, "There's no need to rub it in. I'm well aware I'm alone on a pirate ship with complete strangers, an estranged husband, and not one person loyal to me."

He chuckles and shrugs at you, an easy going smile painting his face, "I'm going to take that as a no, and will take my place as the closest person you've got to call your friend. Congratulations, sweetheart, we both should be honored."

You raise a hand to your head and fake a swoon. It's nice, to joke around with someone like this after weeks of uncertainty and walking on eggshells, "my closest friend, here to console me over my husband moving on."

"Is that what's got you so down?" Roy asks curiously, and you curse yourself for letting it out, "The Captain's a right mess when it comes to ya. Lovesick, obsessed, head over feet, whatever you wanna call it."

You sigh and focus back on the city growing larger and larger, "He has other things now."

Roy leans closer and bumps his arm with yours, "Cheer up, sweetheart, you're with us now. You're family too. And you got Jason chasing after you like a dog. That bastard won't let anything happen to ya. He'll move the sun stars for you. So don't worry yourself over anything, the only thing you have to be concerned about is your captain's love sickness. We'll take care of the rest."

You falter over his words, throat tightening, "Why?"

"Why what?" He asks, raising a brow and giving you an incredulous look, "Why are we lookin' out for you? Why do we have your back already? Because that's what we do. Family has each other's backs. That includes you. You're one of us now. Whether you like it or not."

His words are a stark reminder, Jason's crew is nothing like you expected from a pirate lords ship. But Jason hasn't exactly matched up to the tales of 'Red Hood ' either. "A family," you breathe out.

Roy nods, "Don't get me wrong, sweetheart. Jason's as ruthless as he's cold, knows how to take his pound of flesh. I've seen him beat his enemies senseless with just his fists, but he's saved each and every one of us. We're loyal to him, and he's loyal to us."

You take in the information slowly, "It's... good. That he's loved."

"Loved ones way to put," Roy agrees, "crew practically worships the ground he walks on." He eyes you for a moment, "Does it bother you? Knowing that everyone here cares about him?"

You shake your head, "No. I know he made a life for himself without me. It's– I'm glad he wasn't alone."

Roy looks baffled. "That's not what I was expecting, lass."

"I do want what's best for him," You mumble, "even if best doesn't include me. I don't want him to be alone. And he's easy to love. I'm not surprised he built a new life."

"You care for him more than I thought you did," he admits, a bittersweet smile on his face, "I'd hope my wife still loved me too, even if we weren't next to each other anymore."

You wince, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. You don't need to bottle it up. You're allowed to feel, allowed to let it out and talk about what you're going through. I'm glad to listen," Roy tells you steadily, patting your shoulder.

You offer him a small smile, "It's nice to have someone listen."

"You know the captain would listen, too. I know it's hard to talk to him about him, but he'd give you anything you asked. Hell, you could ask him to go swim in shark and jellyfish infested waters butt naked and he'd do it. No questions."

You laugh, "What a silly thing to ask for. I think I'll just stick to asking to visit the market."

"I'm serious, sweetheart, you could say you wanted him to jump off the side of the ship and he'd ask what side. You have no idea how much he adores you. Just wait and see. The only answer you'll get from him is, 'Yes, love.' Probably clear out the whole treasury on whatever you set your sights on," Roy drawls, grin widening with each word.

You hum thoughtfully, "I suppose that sounds like him."

He laughs, "Don't get me wrong, Captain's a tough guy. Smart, clever, strong as an ox and meaner than a crocodile with a toothache, but it all goes away 'round you. Turns right into a pup with no brains at all when you're near."

You can't help but laugh with him, "Sounds like a bit of an exaggeration."

He grins brightly at you, "Hardly, sweetheart. Why, he'll probably cause a whole scene when he wakes you and you're not there. You know, storm around the ship, calling your name, shoutin' at the top of his lungs and scaring half the crew into thinking there's a monster on board. It'll be quite the show."

You shoot a look towards the captains quarters, "He wouldn't, right? There's nowhere for me to go but his ship."

"Ah, he's the dramatic type. Wouldn't put it past him to go into a frenzy over not finding you in his bed," Roy teases, crossing his arms lazily over his chest.

"Maybe I should go back," You murmur, worry crossing your face.

Roy pats your shoulder, "No need. Captains not an idiot, after all. He'll come out here lookin' for you soon enough."

You sigh, slumping against the railing as the ship draws closer to port, "If you say so."

He laughs, "Speak of the devil. Look who's coming to join us."

You don't bother to turn and look as Roy offers a cheeky 'morning' to your husband on his way off to prepare for docking. You hear a sleepy grunt in response before two strong arms wrap around your waist, tugging you back from the railing into a broad chest.

You make a noise of protest, but Jason only holds you tighter, nuzzling his face to your shoulder, "Coulda woke me up, darlin', if you wanted to go on deck."

"You were sleeping. And I was making friends with your crew," You answer, shifting his grip, "You should be happy about that, you know"

"I am happy you're making friends. But Harper? Out of my whole crew, you pick Harper? You just had to choose the one crew member who's most likely to encourage you to do something stupid," Jason grumbles into your neck.

You tilt your head slightly, letting his lips ghost over your skin, "He didn't offer any particularly encouraging ideas, Jason."

"Really?" He asks, disbelieving, "No cunning escape plans?"

"He's too loyal to you to help me with that, I think," you answer mindlessly. Escape plans. It's not like you have anything concrete. You only threatened to jump off the ship a few times. And you don't even know if you want to leave. But the thought persists that it might be better. Better for him. That both of you have changed too much to work. That you don't fit as a pirate's spouse.

Jason hums in approval, "Good."

"Oh, Jason?" You start, turning in his arms to face him, "I'd like to go to the market today. I don't– I didn't get to grab anything when we– uh– left."

"Of course, darlin'," Jason agrees easily, pressing a kiss to your hair, "whatever you need."

"I don't have any money," You continue, hesitant, "But I could–"

"You don't need it," Jason cuts you off firmly, "Anything I have is yours. The finest silk, the purest gold, the most sparkling jewels, all of it. We're married, pretty. You're my partner. I want to take care of you. Okay?"

"Okay," You echo, too stunned to argue. But that's exactly like him, the man who risked the sea again and again to bring home finer and better things to you.

He grins, bright eyes leaving you to focus on the growing number of crew members on deck, “Looks like my crew’s finally waking up. About time to dock, it looks like. Get excited, love. You’re in for a treat. This port’s a party. We’ll have no problem finding some fun and whatever you want to buy here." He lets go of your waist to grab your hand, pulling it up for a kiss, "Perhaps you'll let me buy you a new ring while we're on land."

"A new ring?" You question, somewhat distracted but the shouts and noises from the crew as they prepare to dock, "Shouldn't you be helping them?"

Jason's shrugs, amused, "The crew can run themselves. They've docked enough times that it's like clockwork to them. And yes, love, a new ring. One fitting of a pirate lord's partner."

You study him, "They do call you that, don't they?"

He practically beams, voice going light and teasing, "You've heard? The crew of The Outlaw are somewhat of a legend. They tell tales of my skill with a sword. My prowess in battle. My strength and power. My sheer terror. They shiver at the mention of my name."

You laugh, tone skeptical, despite knowing the truth. He has his reputation for a reason, "Is that so?"

"Do you doubt me, my love?" Jason drawls, shifting closer to you, "Do you doubt your husband's skill? His prowess? Do I not impress you enough, darling?"

You tut, "Forgive me if I'm more interested in a new port than I am my husband's tall tales."

He flashes a faux hurt look, his hand pressed dramatically to his chest as he replies with a mock-offended tone, "Oh, I see how it is. You prefer the port to my tales. You'd prefer to explore a new port than hear about my latest adventure. I know how it is. My own spouse prefers a new port to my tales of triumph."

You can't help but grin at him, he looks so much like the person you married in this moment, "I'm sure you can regale me with stories once we're back out at sea."

"Oh, I plan to, treasure," he reaches up to trace your face, "I plan to share everything with you."

You open your mouth to answer, though you're not sure with what, when you're cut off by Roy, "Captain, should we drop the gang plank?"

Jason grins, and takes your hand, pulling you towards the plank, "Aye, Harper. We're going to buy out the entire market for my love today. Make sure our favorite tavern is prepared with enough ale for tonight. We're going to celebrate."

"Those are orders I'll be happy to follow, captain," Roy chirps back, motioning to the crew to drop the plank.

"What would you like to get first, love," Jason questions, tilting his head towards you.

"Books. Clothes that are easier to move in. A cloak. Hair pins," You list off, eager to get off the ship after so many days at sea.

"Practical," Jason mumbles, nodding to his crew as he guides you to shore, "I offer to buy you the world and you desire leathers."

"I can't wear silks, lace and ribbons around your ship," You protest, eyes darting excitedly around the docks.

"Perhaps not, love, but you can wear them in our bed," Jason answers, his hand leaving yours so he can grab your waist, pulling you to his side as he walks.

You go to swat lightly at him, to tease him for being vulgar, but you falter when you look up at him. His face is set, eyes trailing over the crowd of rugged sailors on the dock. He looks hard. Threatening. Like the pirate lord he is. "I- yes. Maybe I will," You stumble out instead, unable to get the thought out of your head that you don't quite match him now. That you look wrong by his side.

"Are you alright, love?" Jason asks, and when you look up at him, his eyes are on you, softer. Something you recognize.

"Yes, just overwhelmed, I suppose," it's only half of a lie.

"We'll stop at one of the tailors I know first. She's dressed my crew more times than I can count," he says, reassuring, "if it gets too much, we'll go rest at the tavern."

"We're not staying on the ship?" You question, curious.

"Mm. Not tonight, love. I'd like to have you in a bed that isn't rocking," Jason drawls, shooting you a sly grin.

"You're insatiable," You breathe out, eyes darting to see if anyone's heard.

"Only for you, darling," he replies cheekily, arm steady around your waist as he guides you towards the shop.

You follow him, there's nothing else you could dream of doing in the moment. But the whispers of the crowd plague your every step. And the question that's haunted you every day since he stole you from that ball resurfaces, 'should you be at his side?'

Part Three | More Headcannons

[gatorbites-imagines]

Can i request the continuation of jason todd and dick grayson yandere ask? Maybe add in smut aswell. (Don't force yourself!, Take a good care of yourself 💗)

-🥚 anon

Yandere Jason Todd x speedster male reader x Yandere Dick Grayson

Part 2

Headcanons

Imagine sitting in a spinny chair petting a cat like a bond villain. I have wanted to write a part two for this for a while. Instead of reader just dating his og universes version of them, what if reader was dating multiple people 👀? Cuz you cant imagine the kid of Thawne being a nice person.

Ill refer to readers original universe as OG verse, and the yandere universe as yan verse cuz its easier to understand.

Part 1 can be found here

In part 1 yan Dick and Jason has pretty much abandoned their former dimension in smithereens after having wiped out the entire justice league, as they tried to stop them from crossing dimensions and tearing a hole in reality itself to find you.

So, when Yan Dick and Jason appear in your OG dimension, different procedures set up by the league notify them about the tear in reality and how unstable it is. They’d rush there and find two bloody and battered versions of Dick and Jason, and thinking they fled some battle or a doomed timeline, they bring them to the tower.

When Jason and Dick wake up, they immediately fall back on the many tricks they had been taught under their batman, who was apparently even better at lying than OG batman, as they believe them when they claim their home dimension was destroyed and they have nowhere to go.

It takes a while to work Yan Dick and Jason into the league and their hero roster, but they never suspect them of being anything less than heroes and stable. They start calling them Rick and Jay since it gets confusing with multiple people named the same thing.

They don’t drop hints that they know you, but they do try to figure out where you are and what you are doing at all times, but its harder than they thought it would be. Who would have thought trying to track a guy that can cross dimensions and time at will would be so difficult.

Rick almost bursts a blood vessel when he hears some of the younger OG league members talking about how “Mach 10 has been dating multiple people at once”, and Jay wants to curl up into a ball and disappear and tear himself apart.

Their obsession finally starts showing through the cracks as they use league resources to find you and stalk you. More and more cracks appear in their masks and fake personalities, as they see you going on dates with other people.

Jericho, Jamie Reyes, Roy Harper, Garth, Kyle Rayner, the list went on. You seemed to be dating multiple people at once, at the same time, as you used your powers to be in multiple places at once.

You weren’t a good person, so you hadn’t even felt bad when Jamie had cried finding out you were cheating on him with multiple people, you just shrugged and asked him what he had expected from Thawnes offspring.

It was common knowledge amongst the younger league members that you were down to a roll in the sheets with most, but there wasn’t a loyal bone in your body, and you could easily turn on whoever you were dating at the time if it was part of a plan.

Of course. Rick and Jay never saw you as the problem. How could you be? You were perfect, you were everything that mattered in the multiverse, and you could do no wrong. It had to be your partners that were the issue, they had to be neglecting your needs and leaving you having to resort to finding different ways to meet them.

OG justice league knew Rick and Jay had some issues, but they had always blamed it on coming from a dimension that had been destroyed by some unknown evil. But as time passed, they started to think that maybe the backstory they had been given wasn’t true.

It came to a head when one day Rick almost gutted Roy after he and Jay had followed you around Coast city, where you had met up with Roy and the two of you had gone on a date, ending with you two back in Roy’s apartment.

Rick and Jay were both cracking as they saw others put their grubby disgusting hands all over you and just doing whatever they wanted. Whenever they heard others insult you, they felt like repeating what they had done in their original universe.

After Rick attacked Roy, he was placed on probation. Jay was more subtle about his plans, as he wasn’t as blinded by rage as Rick and was more fueled by not feeling like he was good enough and blaming himself.

People didn’t even put two and two together for a while when your non league admirers started going missing, only to be found much later dead in many different ways. There was no way to tie the murders together, but it was clear there was a pattern, but no one could figure out what it was.

The league finally discovered just what type of people Jay and Rick were when you one day wandered into the tower. Maybe the league needed your help with something involving the speedforce, or the negative speedforce.

But the moment the two yanderes saw you, it was like they became completely different people, the masks they had been wearing for months shattered as they almost stumbled over each other to get to you first.

You just saw in your seat grinning to yourself as they clambered into your lap, vile threats of what he could do to anyone who touched to passing Ricks lips, as Jay warbled out apologies and begs for you to love him and appreciate him.

The league wasn’t sure what to do, but their suspicions only grew. It got to the point where they somehow track down the dimension the Yans originally come from, to see what really happened. Imagine their horror when they learn Rick and Jay killed all of them out of obsession fueled love for you.

But when they finally figured out the truth, Rick and Jay fully dropped their roles and started chasing you around like lovesick puppies again, butchering anyone who got in their way.

The league could lock them up, but they had also seen what happened when they were separated from you, and as long as they were around you and an had no reason to lash out, they seemed fine for the most part.

You had moments where you would peace out to different dimensions, especially when Rick and Jay started foiling all your attempts to mess around with other people, Rick always exploding in rage and Jay breaking down in tears and wails of misery.

Again, you were never a good person, and they annoyed you sometimes, but it was kinda cute to have them begging for scraps of your attention even as the league tried again and again to capture them and lock them away.

Rick and Jay never find a way to lock you away, you are just too powerful. But they at some point stumble across ways to make themselves stronger so they can keep up. Like making themselves speedsters, or developing gear to follow and track you, they come up with something.

But you learn an easy way to distract them is by piling attention on them for a while, get them comfortable, then you can peace out when they get on your nerves.

Jay is always easier to trick than Rick, as Jay is always aching for any tiny piece of attention and love youll give him, his knees always buckling when you kiss him or hold him, words almost akin to worship always tumbling out from between his lips towards you.

Rick is harder to trick, as hes always suspicious and angry, but an easy way is to dominate him in some way, like tying him up and then leaving him there, leaving him to get out on his own, or get help from Jay if he needs it.

All in all, the league is scared and cautious, but knows they wont be an active threat to the league as long as they have you. And your relationship with your yanderes is nowhere near healthy, with you only loving them like someone would love a pet or a toy, and them loving you way too much.

But what can someone expect from the offspring of Thawne, and two extremely unstable Bats.

[thatthirdtriplet]

Relationships:

Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne Tim Drake & Damian Wayne Tim Drake & Jason Todd Tim Drake & Dick Grayson tim Drake & Alfred Pennyworth Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain Tim Drake & Duke Thomas Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent Roy Harper/Jason Todd

Characters:

Tim Drake Bruce Wayne Alfred Pennyworth Jason Todd Dick Grayson Barbara Gordon Cassandra Cain Stephanie Brown duke Thomas Damian Wayne

Additional Tags:

Tim Drake is Red Robin Tim Drake Angst Tim Drake's Missing Spleen Damian Wayne is Robin Damian Wayne Has a HeartJason Todd is a Batfamily Member Batfamily is Family Dick Grayson is Nightwing Barbara Gordon Appreciation misunderstandings all relationships are minor Blink And You Miss It Slash I don't care about continuity but I have read a lot of comics so that's the vibe protective Tim Drake miscommunication as a plot device canon-Typical Violence descriptions of Injury creepy Ra's al Ghul scarecrow’s Fear Toxin (DCU) fear gas ruins everything

Summary:

"Wordlessly, and slowly, Bruce takes one breath after another, composing himself. He hands Jason the slightly crumpled sheet of paper. Jason reads it quickly. Quicker than Bruce, but he reads it again and again and again. Finally snapping with panicked urgency, 'What the fuck is this?'

Bruce, completely devoid of any inflection, forces himself to simply state the facts in front of him. 'That is Red Robin’s two week notice.'"

Or

Tim really thought leaving would be a lot easier. Both figuratively and literally.

[littleredwing89]

PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 2

PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 2

CEO!Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings – Language. NSFW Smut. Brief Derogatory & Misogynistic language about women.

A/N: Please remember this is a revised version of “The Intern” but swapped out Roman for Jason. Hope you all enjoy the next chapter! :) xoxo

The smoke curled thick around the four men situated around the poker table in Roy’s rich mahogany furnished games room. Jason rolled the crystal glass against the green felt, the rattle of the ice cubes echoing in his mind. He hadn’t been able to think straight all night. You’d plagued his thoughts since the gala, the scent of your perfume still invading his senses.

Oswald flicked his cigarette into the ashtray at the side of him, eyebrow curved upwards as he frowned at Jason, “That's the worst hand you've played tonight”.

Harvey laughed before taking a sip of his whiskey, savouring the woody flavour, “Hey Todd, try betting the ownership of The Iceberg. See if your luck'll change”.

The pair of them waited for a sarcastic or biting remark but Jason stared at his cards, still rolling his glass, paying no real attention to either of them.

“I think we lost 'im”, Oswald cackled.

Roy leaned back in his chair, putting out his cigar, “I think we have”. He grinned knowingly towards Jason.

“Do you think if I take his wallet he'll notice?”, Harvey flipped over his cards, smirking with glee at Oswald’s crestfallen face.

Shuffling the cards again, Roy dealt out the cards swiftly, “Hmmm, likely not but considering he's cleaned out, I doubt you'll actually be able to get anything”.

Jason was aware of the conversation around him but he couldn’t bring himself to join in. Not when his mind was conjuring images of you, spread out on his bed sheets with your hands bound above your head with his tie. He cursed under his breath, feeling the front of his trousers becoming uncomfortable.

Harvey watched as Jason’s cigarette burnt at the side of him, resting in the ashtray forgotten about, smoke billowing wildly, “I bet you anything it's that tight pussy from last week that's got him so worked up”.

“Oh, I remember, that hussy in the red dress?”, Oswald threw his used cards towards Roy waiting for the next hand.

“Yeah! That’s the one. Can't blame him, she's got a sweet ass. Ain't that right, Harper?”, Harvey downed the rest of his whiskey, pouring himself another large helping.

Jason glared towards Roy, silently murdering him with his gaze. He didn’t want to think of any other man touching you, let alone one of his closest friends.

Roy ignored Jason and shrugged casually, “I have no clue what you're talking about. She simply works in my department”, with a devilish glint, he turned towards Jason, “I bet you’d know about it though, wouldn't you Todd?”.

Scoffing loudly, Jason rolled his eyes, “I told you, nothing happened that night”. The lie slipped off his tongue easily although he wasn’t sure Roy believed him. He’d known him long enough to spot the tell-tale signs.

“So that sweet piece of ass is fair game?”, Oswald perked up, his interest piqued.

Jason gripped the edge of the poker table, controlling the twitch trying to spread across his face. His lips wanted to snarl at Oswald and tell him to stay the fuck away. But he had no right. It was just a quick fuck. That was what you both agreed. He swallowed the bubbling jealousy about to answer but Roy barked out laugh.

“You’d have more chance fucking a penguin”.

Harvey spat out his drink, almost choking. Oswald growled something under his breath, flipping Roy the finger.

“I don’t have time to get attached to a tight little pussy only worth a few fucks”. 

As the words left his mouth, the distaste left behind was rotten. It didn’t feel right talking about you that way. The conflict churned his stomach and it was something Jason wasn’t entirely used to.

Roy attempted to slide two cards across to Jason but he shook his head grabbing the bottle of whiskey from the centre of the table, “And on that note boys, I’m going before you take my last $100”.

“Do you have to take the bottle?”, Harvey grumbled.

Jason ignored him, slinging his jacket over his shoulder, digging out his phone from his front trouser pocket. No new messages. He’d been hoping you’d have made the first contact. Possibly trying to coax him into another encounter. Not that he needed much convincing with you.

When he looked up from his mobile, he saw Roy smirking at him with a knowing look. It made Jason uneasy. How did Roy know what he was planning? Or was it just that obvious he was still hooked on you?

“Need me to sort a lift to your apartment, Todd?”.

It was only after years of knowing the asshole, he heard the teasing tone in his voice. Oh he fucking knew alright. He saw right through him.

“Nah, I’ll be fine, I fancy a bit of fresh air”.

Roy chuckled under his breath, “Sure”.

———

You huffed, staring down at your dress. Wade, the foul mouthed head of security, otherwise known as your date, had cancelled on you at the last minute, telling you he had a family emergency. You weren’t entirely sure if you believed it or not. Something didn’t feel right. You stepped out of your heels and dropped them next to the full length mirror, throwing the emerald dress back into the closet. Your eyes lingered over your appearance. You’d made a real effort for him tonight. A tiny lace thong with a matching bra, paired with a pair of black stockings.

Just typical. Now you remembered why you didn’t like dating. You grabbed your silk robe from the end of the bed, wrapping it around you as you wandered into the living room. Take-out and a terrible movie it was. You ordered your favourite pizza via the app on your phone. That way you didn’t have to talk to anyone and mask the sadness from your voice. Perfect.

Lounging back on the sofa you wrapped your fingers around the TV remote, flicking through to find a trashy film or maybe you’d finally finish watching that guilty pleasure TV show you’d fallen in love with. The loud knock on the door startled you. The pizza couldn’t be here already, surely? You pushed up off the sofa and headed through to the front door, opening it without second thought to your attire.

Fuck. Your eyes widened at the sight in front of you. Jason. His charcoal shirt untucked and a little dishevelled, matte black tie hanging loose around his neck and his dark suit jacket slung over his shoulder. Fuck. The smell of whiskey and spice spiralled around you.

You slammed the door shut, pressing your back against it. Your heart hammered wildly against your chest. What the fuck was Jason Todd doing outside your door? You’d been under the impression last week was just a one off. Nothing more than sex. Extremely hot, mind blowing sex. But just sex, none the less.

There was another rap against the door, rattling it gently and you opened it slowly. His forearm was resting against the door frame, his tall stature towering you as he looked down. You stared up into his blue eyes. They were hooded and a little smirk curved his lips upwards, “Who did you think I was?”.

“The pizza guy”.

He laughed and inched his head down lower, eyes scanning over the delicate silk wrapping your body, “Do you always greet delivery people in your just murdered my husband robe?”.

His gaze made your body heat up, shivers travelling down your spine. You shrugged casually, giving him a flirty smile, “Only when I want my food free”. His scowl made you chuckle internally.

You opened the door a little wider and stepped back slightly, “Come in, before someone else sees me like this”. 

Jason made his way into your apartment quickly, brushing past you. You noticed the half empty bottle of whiskey in his hand and rolled your eyes, wondering what or where he’d been before coming to you. He looked around your home with interest, gaze running over your photos by the bookshelf. The whiskey was discarded on the coffee table, his suit jacket tossed over your armchair messily.

“Make yourself at home”, you grumbled under your breath, picking up his jacket and hanging it neatly over the back of one of your dining chairs. You dropped down onto the sofa, sighing happily as the cushions welcomed you.

He laughed before joining you, his arm stretching along the back, fingers brushing along the back of your neck, “Why are you wearing this on a lonely Friday night?”, his eyes raked your figure, noticing the sheer black stockings covering your long legs.

“Maybe I was waiting for you”, your eyes sparkled mischievously as you folded one leg over the other, allowing him a glance at the lace topping of your stocking before letting the silk robe fall down, covering it up.

Jason choked, caught off guard by your forward statement. He swallowed, looking over your face, “Seriously?”.

You laughed, not quite believing you’d managed to reel Jason in that easily. You guessed the whiskey wasn’t helping his brain function. Shaking your head, you grinned, “No, my date cancelled on me unfortunately”.

He frowned, feeling a wave of jealousy twinge in the pit of stomach. You were going to wear that for a date? What were you going to put on, over it? Or was your date just going to come round to your apartment and…he stopped himself, not wanting to picture that.

Jason’s fingers gripped the back of the sofa slightly wondering if you’d wear that for a date with him. He pictured ripping it off piece by piece as you begged him to give you more. He licked over his bottom lip before muttering, “A date?”.

“Yes, a date, I don't suppose that's against company policy?”, you raised an eyebrow looking directly at him. His face was stern, sharp jaw locked tight.

He shook his head and rubbed a hand over his cheek, scratching over his dark stubble, “So, what were you planning to do instead?”.

Running a hand through your hair, you leaned back against the sofa, “Eat take out and watch a film”, you waited for a reaction but he just stared silently, “You’re welcome to watch it with me if you want? But I can’t promise the film will be Oscar worthy though”.

You had to admit this was uncharted territory. You didn’t know what the protocol was. The CEO of the company you worked for, had turned up at your door uninvited and slightly tipsy. The same CEO who you’d slept with last week and hadn’t been able to take your mind off. The same CEO who’d given you the impression it was just a ‘one off’.

“Please tell me this isn’t Titanic…”, he muttered whilst kicking his shoes off under your coffee table.

You smiled, “Nope…it’s a mafia film”.

“Oh, they’re my favourite”, he grinned happily.

It wasn’t that far from the truth. It was about a mafia boss. But, the point of the story was far from mafia dealings. You smirked to yourself and folded your legs under you, settling as you pressed play on the movie; 365 Days.

———

You flicked your gaze across to Jason, hiding the little smile on your face. You watched his features set into a tense frown, eyes not moving from the screen. His entire body was rigid. You had fully intended to turn it off after the first 30 minutes but you’d enjoyed teasing him far too much.

“I thought you said this was a mafia film?”, he ground out.

“It is”, you replied innocently pointing to the dark haired Italian man on the screen, “He’s the mafia boss”.

Jason finally turned to you, his eyes blown black. He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip and edged closer to you on the sofa, “This is practically pornography”, his voice was thick with lust. Every scene playing on the screen, he pictured in his own mind with you.

“You’re exaggerating! Just sit back and enjoy this cinematic masterpiece”, you waved your hand to him, brushing him off before turning back to the screen, ignoring him.

“I think”, he growled low, “You put this on to tease me”.

When you looked at him again, he was practically on top of you, caging you down onto the sofa. The scent of his cologne engulfed you making you feel dizzy. His arms were resting either side of your head, making sure you couldn’t escape. You gasped and pressed your palm on his chest, feeling his heart pounding.

“You’ve been sat there, all the way through this film, in your sexy-come fuck me-stockings…tormenting me”, he wedged himself between your thighs, spreading them wide before leaning down, his lips brushed against your ear lobe, “Well princess, I think it’s your turn now”.

You swallowed thickly, feeling your entire body reacting to him, craving to be closer. He smirked, letting his hands run up your thighs, the lace topping of your stockings felt perfect against his skin.

“Jason…”, you felt the sparks shooting across you, lighting every nerve on fire.

He tugged at the tie on the front of your dressing gown, pulling it open revealing the expanse of your naked flesh. The high rise thong framed your hips perfectly making Jason wet his lips. He couldn’t drink you in quick enough.

“This all needs to go”, he growled and helped you out of the robe, throwing it to the side carelessly. His fingers snapped the waistband of your thong making you whine his name again. When his fingers dipped under the lace, you expected him to slip the material off you but he didn’t. A loud tearing sound made your eyes flash open, Jason had ripped your panties off you, dropping the ruined fabric onto the floor.

Your face knitted with anger. You went to scold him - those were expensive.

“What the-”.

“I’ll buy you some more princess”, he ground his hips into yours, rubbing his bulge into your core. A frustrated sigh left his throat before he crashed his lips against yours with a fiery passion quelling any of your earlier complaints.

You threaded your fingers through his dark hair, tugging on it and earnt a deep groan from him, which you swallowed readily. The sound shot down to your core, desire slick between your folds. Jason’s hand wound around your back, unclipping your bra before throwing it over your sofa. You purred softly, letting your tongue dance with his as you continued to kiss, desperation peaking between you both.

You arched your back pressing your body into his. The expensive cotton felt perfect against your heated skin. There was something incredibly erotic having him fully clothed, covering your bare petite frame beneath him. The tip of his tie tickled over your sensitive flesh.

He smirked, his ego inflating at the way you reacted to his touches. His rough fingertips grazed down the valley between your breasts and over your toned stomach. You whined when they dipped into the indent of your navel.

“Jason…please”, you begged, circling your hips to entice him. 

He continued lower until he stroked a finger through your silken core. Your wetness coated it. He hummed appreciatively, adding a second finger. You threw your head back against the arm rest, moaning unabashedly. The euphoria buzzed through your veins but you needed more.

Jason flicked over your clit, “You’re so wet for me sweetheart and I’ve barely touched you”. He grinned before continuing with his sweet torture. Your hand gripped his forearm trying to guide him where you wanted him but he resisted with a devilish smile.

The knocking at the door made you both jump. You looked up at Jason through your thick, dark lashes. Your lips were swollen from his bruising kisses.

“Who the fuck is that?”, he grunted.

“Pizza”, you sighed, disappointed at the interruption.

Jason dipped back down, his lips marking your neck eagerly, enjoying the way you mewled and shivered. The knocking sounded through the apartment again making him nip your collar bone roughly. Fingers dipping into your tight core.

“They-”, you panted and dragged your nails through his hair as he continued to thrust into you, “They won’t go away”.

“Fuck!”, Jason tore himself away from your body, growling deeply as he stormed towards the door. The front of his trousers were painfully constricted due to the throbbing of his cock. He threw the door open, glaring at the young teenage boy with the pizza box in his hand. The boy squeaked when he saw Jason, withering under his irritated stare.

“P-pizza f-for Y/N?”, he stuttered and went bright red seeing the pile of tattered lace on the living room floor. Your silk gown strewn over the glass coffee table lazily, bra hanging off the lamp behind your couch. He caught a glimpse of your bare legs before squeaking when Jason huffed loudly. The delivery boy struggled to meet Jason’s gaze, instead choosing to stare at the button at the top of his own shirt. The heat flamed his cheeks at realising exactly what he had interrupted.

“Take this and fuck off”, Jason snapped, throwing a wad of folded notes at him before slamming the door. He ran his fingers through his messy hair, heading back towards you on the sofa.

You had to bite back a smile at Jason’s attitude. He dropped back onto the couch, looking down at your naked body. He groaned, hands palming your tits greedily. His thumbs brushed over your nipples as he leaned down, kissing your throat. You writhed under his touches, burning for more.

“Y-You do know that you just gave him an $80 tip right?”.

“Pocket money”.

Losing his patience, Jason forced your legs apart and unzipped his pants, shoving them down quickly. His cock sprung free, slapping against the bottom of his shirt. Your eyes traced the length of it, mouth going dry at the delicious thoughts. You couldn’t wait to feel the sting of it as it stretched you, dragging against your walls as he fucked you.

He smirked watching the way you eyed him greedily. The look on your face was enough to boost his ego nicely. Using one of his hands to pin your wrists above your head, he guided the head of his cock between your damp folds, teasing your clit with it. You shivered under him and rocked your hips.

“Jason please!”, you whined, sucking your plump lower lip between your teeth.

His fingers dug into your wrist as he sunk his full cock into you, bottoming out. Your head flew back as the burning stretch of his cock sent pulses of pleasure up your spine. He groaned deeply and pressed his face into your neck, continuing his quest to mark you up as his own. His hips started to drive into you wildly.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”, you cried out repeatedly, trying to tug your hands free. You wanted his shirt off. You wanted to trace every muscle on his back and scratch your nails down it. You wanted to hold onto his hair and yank it as he fucked you just the way you needed it.

“No one’s gonna fuck you like this princess”, he rasped in your ear, “Never”.

His words careened in your mind as the euphoria coiled deep in the pit of your stomach. The drag of his cock against your tight wet walls was pushing you higher. He was right. No one had ever fucked you like Jason. Which scared and electrified you at the same time. You moaned his name loudly, forgetting the neighbours, as he changed his angle, hitting you even deeper than before. Your vision became blurry with desire.

“Look at the way your body responds to me”, he gloated, looking down at your breasts, the way they bounced with every thrust of his cock. A damp sheen covered your body as you felt the familiar flush running over your skin.

“You can’t get enough of my cock, can you?”.

You so badly wanted to snap at him but your body betrayed you, desperate to climax. You hooked your legs around his strong waist, pulling him closer to your body. The fabric of his shirt was rough against your overly sensitive skin.

“Oh god!”, your eyes rolled back into your skull as you felt the orgasmic tidal wave start to crash. Your blood ran cold when he stopped. His thrusts became languid, keeping your climax at bay.

“You going to let me fuck your tight little pussy whenever I want?”, his lips curled upwards, smugness radiating off him.

“W-what? Jason- please - I’m so close”, you begged, rolling your hips against his, eager for more friction than he was giving, “Don’t fucking stop”.

“I asked you a question”, he grunted and thrust into you sharply once, before returning to his slow, maddening pace, “Are you going to keep letting me fuck you, princess?”.

You whined when he thrust into you then huffed in frustration when he wouldn’t continue, “Yes!”.

“Yes what?”.

You glowered up at him, cheeks hot with desire, “Yes I’ll keep fucking you”.

“Only me?”.

He was starting to piss you off. You could feel your orgasm ebbing away with each lazy thrust into your sopping pussy. You growled, ripping your wrists free from his grip, locking your hands around his neck.

Yanking him down to your mouth, your lips ran over his, your hot breath mingling with his, “Yes! I’ll only fuck you! Now if you don’t make me fucking cum I’ll kick you out and do it myself!”.

Your words made his eyes darken and he resumed his brutal pace, driving deep into your core. One hand gripped onto your hips and the other held onto the arm of the sofa, helping him thrust into you harder.

Your moans were depraved as he fucked you into the soft plush of the cushions, ripping your orgasm from you possessively. Your nails scratched down his back, under his shirt, enjoying the way his face winced between pain and pleasure. 

The white hot burst of flames exploded behind your eyes as you came, sobbing his name into his shoulder. His thrusts became sloppy and uneven as he neared his own end. Cock pulsing inside you.

Jason groaned huskily as your pussy strangled his cock, tipping him into his own powerful orgasm. He shot rope after rope of hot cum into your core, fingers bitterly biting into the flesh on your hip. You’d definitely have bruises tomorrow. You weren’t even sure if you’d be walking straight tomorrow after the way he’d pounded into you.

His body rested into yours slightly as he caught his breath, his arm propped on the back of the arm rest taking the brunt of his weight.

You stroked your hand up and down his back, regaining your own breath and sanity. Your legs were still locked around his waist, heart beating erratically. 

His lips brushed your cheek delicately and he pushed himself up to look down at you. Your hair was dishevelled, lips swollen from his bruising kisses. You looked delicious. He could easily delve back in for another round but he’d at least allow you to rest first. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

Moving off you eventually, he reached out to the coffee table to grab your robe, allowing you to wrap it around yourself as he zipped his pants back up.

“I just want to clarify-”, he started but you cut him off immediately. 

“Please don’t kill the afterglow Todd”, you chuckled and ran your fingers through your messy hair, “I know what you meant. It’s fine. Just sex is all that I want too”.

He went to speak again but you placed your finger over his plump lips, “Yes, only with you”.

Jason licked the pad of your finger, grinning at you, “Perfect”.

You shivered and stood up, not bothering to tie your robe. It fluttered open allowing him to glance over your naked body, “You’re welcome to stay, the night is still young after all”. You winked and sashayed through to your bedroom. You heard him shuffling before catching you up, arms immediately coiling around you from behind.

———

Wrapped up in the sheets of your bed after the second round, you turned to face Jason, stroking your fingertips along the grooves of his muscles, “Where did you put the pizza?”, you pressed a kiss to his chest and murmured, “I’m starving”.

Jason blinked before looking a little sheepish, “Well- I- errr…”.

You watched him before realising exactly what had happened. You groaned and pressed your face into his solid mass, “You paid him and didn’t even get the pizza?!”.

“In my defence I was a little preoccupied”, he winked smugly and tightened his arm around your waist, tugging you on top of him. He enjoyed the way your tiny frame instantly sank into him, not that he’d admit it.

“You owe me new pants AND a pizza”, you huffed and poked his chest playfully, “I honestly can’t believe you”.

He shrugged, “We could just order another one, it’s not like I can’t afford it”.

Whilst his answer sounded arrogant, you knew it wasn’t intended that way. You rolled your eyes and inched your face closer to his, your breath fanning over his lips, “But can you control yourself until it gets here?”.

“That's a tall order princess”, he closed the gap instantly, nipping your bottom lip before rolling you over, trapping you underneath his bulk. You laughed into the kiss snaking your arms around his neck.

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[more-cardigan-than-woman]

His 2 Favourite People

Summary: You admitted to Jason one drunken night that you thought Roy was very sweet, Jason said that Roy had said the same thing about you. A week later you 3 met to discuss what you were going to do with this information and tonight you're going to act on it.

Pairs: Jason Todd x Reader x Roy Harper

W/C: 2.9k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, Smut, Threesome, Choking, Face-Fucking, Face-Sitting, Hair-pulling, Praise Kink, Degradation, Pet Names, Foreplay, Multiple Orgasms, Making Out, Jason and Roy are old fwb, you're his partner, Swearing

“Jay, he's almost here! Is everything ready?” You say, rushing around the bedroom making sure the sheets are clean, that there's plenty of lube, and the lights are set to dim. Sure it’ll be easier to see with the big light on, but well… a bit of mood lighting never hurt anyone.

“Kitten calm down, I'm sure Roy isn't going to care if there is dust on the dresser.”

“He might!” You protest, remembering that you forgot to go over everything with a duster.

“Take a deep breath,” he says as he takes your shoulders in his hands, “it's going to be good. Nothing bad will happen, it will be fun and if it isn’t we can stop or if you’ve changed your mind we can just hang out.”

“What if he doesn't like me?” you pout, twisting your hands together.

“Would he have agreed if he didn't?” Jason makes a good point. When you sat Roy down last week and asked him he seemed excited, thrilled even at the prospect that this might be a thing. You'd seen the way he looked at you and when you asked Jason about it, he confirmed what you suspected. Roy had a crush on you, both of you.

“Why don't you take a sec and I'll invite him in,” Jason suggests when the doorbell rings.

Jason no sooner opens the door and Roy's got his hands on his face, bringing his lips to Jason's. “Fucking missed kissing you,” Roy moans into Jason's mouth pushing the man back into the apartment. “Where's she?”

“Kitten!” Jason calls, “your new friends here,” Roy's hands wrap around Jason's waist, his feet walking them backwards towards the bedroom when you call back.

They're quite a sight, the tender face touches. The way Jason seems to melt into Roy's mouth as they enter the bedroom, lips still locked with one another and Roy's fingers clutching to Jason.

“Ah hem,” you cough, from your seat at the edge of the bed, “you boys want the bed all to yourselves? I can go?”

“Not a fucking chance,” Jason's hand wraps around your wrist tugging you into the circle. Roy's hand lands on your ass giving it a tight squeeze as Jason's lips connect with yours.

“Even hotter up close,” Roy's nose nudges at your cheek, “I wanna taste,” his voice grumbles in your ear.

You turn from Jason to Roy, taking his tongue in your mouth and moaning as your tongues fight to dominate. “I thought you said she was a good girl?” Roy squeezes even tighter on your ass, his fingers dancing along your spine before wrapping around the back of your throat.

“She is,” Jason takes your face, giving you a long languid kiss, “she's just being a brat to show off, aren't you Kitten?”

“Mmm…” you hum as two sets of hands release you and the cold air of the apartment hits your skin.

They sit down on the bed, staring at you, “give us a show,” Roy says, pulling his shirt over his head, the hard lines of his abs contrasting the softness of Jason's stomach. You pull your bottom lip into your mouth, biting down as your eyes roam over the both of them, "You can look, but no touching till I get my show,"

Shit, he's almost as bad as Jay, looking at you like he's starved and your dinner. You can already see the tent growing in his pants as he palms Jason’s thigh.

“You heard the man Kitten, take it off,” he leans back, resting his arms behind him and staring down at you.

“God, you're gorgeous,” Roy starts undoing his belt as you shimmy from your dress, “give us a twirl beautiful,”

You spin slowly and when you turn back a hand is on your shoulder pushing you to the floor, “on your knees Kitten, I want you to show Roy what a good little whore you can be for us.”

Pressing your hands into Roy's thighs you look up at him through your lashes, his strong hand gently caressing your face, “take your time, Angel. There’s no rush.”

“Roy,” your tongue darts out, licking at the head of his cock that's growing harder in your hand. You feel Jason behind you, but your eyes are locked on Roy's as you begin to swallow him. His hard cock parting your lips, sucking him deeper as your tongue slides along the thick vein on the underside.

“You take it so well,” Roy's hand caresses your face, brushing your hair from your eyes, “even prettier with my cock inside your sweet mouth, Angel.”

“How's she feel?” Jason asks, his voice right at your ear, his hands sliding up your things and spreading them open.

“Better than I imagined,” Roy moans as you hollow out your cheeks, and suck him deeper. “So fucking good,”

“Told you, didn't I?” Jason’s fingers graze over your pussy making you shiver, your mind going numb at the thought of them talking about you like this, “and you're so wet for us. This turn you on whore?” He slaps your ass, jolting you forward, choking you on Roy's cock. His free hand slips between your legs to rub at your clit, his fingers sliding into your with every backwards thrust.

“Do It again,” Roy groans, his hands bunching into the sheets behind him, “Her lovely throat is so warm,”

“You like Roy's cock? You little slut.” He slaps you again, pushing his fingers deeper inside you. Quickening his pace as you moan around Roy's cock and he hits the back of your throat again. You feel Jason's cock throb behind you in time with every noise Roy makes and every slap of your ass.

“She's moaning so hard around me,”

“Not yet she isn't,” Jason spreads your legs even wider, his hand on the back of your neck guiding you onto to Roys cock. “slide on me,” his huge cock teases your clit, spreading open and giving you a teasingly low amount of friction as his fingers fuck into you. Roy moans as your cries vibrate over his cock. His fingers lacing gently through your hair and stroking at your scalp.

“Jason-” Roy pleads, “Make her stop. I- I'm gunna-”

Jason's fingers wrap around your hair at the back of your neck, pulling you from Roy. Your back slams into his chest, “you're too good at that Kitten,” he turns your head pointing you at Roy when you turn to try and kiss him, “look, you broke Roy,”

“I know what would fix him,” you smile, gathering Roy's precum that's dripping from your mouth, moaning at his taste. Shivering when Jason's cock grazes over your clit and his tongue chases yours.

“He tastes good doesn’t he, Kitten.”

“Almost as good as you,” your smile dopey as you stare up at him.

“What’s your idea, Kitten?” he asks, brushing his cheek against yours.

“Your dick in his mouth,”

“You wanna watch me fuck Roy's smart mouth?” He plunges another finger into you, “I knew my good little slut was in there,” he releases you hair, pulling his cock back from it's ministrations, “can you do something for me Kitten?”

“Anything,”

“Hop up on the bed,”

You whine with the loss of his fingers, but do as you're told. Kissing Roy as you pass him, trying to make your way to where Jason wants you.

“Angel,” Roy's voice full of lust as he reaches for you when you try to pass him, “Gimme,” his nails scratch into your thigh, “want to taste that pretty pussy,”

“Kitten,” Jason's voice is stern, his eyes narrowing at you, “wait,” he stares at your pussy dripping into Roy's mouth, “you’re spoiling him,”

“Sorry,” you smirk at Jason, pressing yourself down onto Roy's face, moaning as his tongue licks into you.

“Kitten,” Jason commands, “Stop hogging him,”

“Oops,” you turn back at him, “He feels so fucking good,”

“You better make her cum Roy,” peering over your shoulder you watch Jason's hands glide up Roy's thigh, his strong fingers slipping on the drool you left behind. “Turn around,” he says, gripping the back of your throat and pulling you into a kiss,

“Tastes like fuckin heaven,” Roy moans as you flip yourself over, “sit back down,” his eyes locked on your pussy. Pulling his head up he sees your eyes meeting Jason’s like you’re waiting for something. “let her.”

“Sit,” Jason's eyes are fixed on Roy's tongue hanging out of his mouth as he tries to catch every drop. “You better cum,” moving to watch as Roy devours your pussy, his fingers clutching at your thighs. The pleasure on your face thrums through Jason’s veins, his hand reaches out, massaging your breast, his fingers twisting and pinching your nipples. “Grind on his face Kitten,”

You lean forward grabbing Jason for stability as you press harder into Roy's face. His tongue fucking into you, his lips sucking and his fingers gripping your thighs. You glance down and see Jason's hand moving over Roy's cock, his huge hand pumping, twisting and working your spit into him.

“Cum Kitten. Show Roy how much of a whore you are,” he grabs your chin with his free hand, “look at me while you do it,”

“Yes Jay, he feels so good.”

“That’s it, Kitten. Tell Roy how much you like it,”

“So good, so deep,”

“Good, Kitten. Purr for Roy,”

“ROY, FUCK,” you moan your body shaking as you collapse forward onto Jason.

“That was fuckin wonderful, God your amazing Angel,” Roy smiles kissing down your thigh.

“You've had enough,” Jason chides him, “shove over Kitten,” as you move up Jason takes your place, his thick cock parting Roy's lips, “don't you wanna taste me?”

“I want it hard,” Roy kisses the tip of Jason's cock before wrapping his mouth around it and swallowing him.

“So fucking hot,” you moan, fingers already buried in your pussy at the sight of them.

“What you doing there Kitten?”

“Jay i-”

“Come here,” he takes your throat in his hand, his other grasping at Roy's hair at he fucks into his mouth. Jason’s teeth bite down on your lip as Roy's hands wrap around Jason's thick thighs. Roy's hips thrusting up behind Jason to try and get some friction on his weeping cock, “You wanna fuck Roy Kitten?”

“Please,”

“Are you wet for him?” Jason shivers as Roy moans around his cock, “You want to fuck my Kitten Roy?” he asks, pulling his cock from the man's mouth.

“God yes,”

“You know the rules,”

“Angel, ya want me inside you?”

“Yes, Roy,”

“On your knees Kitten.”

You clamor to your knees, the men moving so that you can spread yourself out in the middle.

“Fucking beautiful,” Roy says his hand gliding along your back before sliding around Jason's neck, “Both of you,”

“How’d you want it Kitten?” you’d talked about this, but Jason still wanted to be sure.

“I want you in my mouth, Jay."

You move around, making sure to get a good angle on them both. They spread you out between them, both of their hands roaming all over your body.

Roy thrusts into your pussy, pushing your mouth over Jason's cock and you feel like you might just cum from the feeling alone. Full at both ends, both of them using you for their pleasure. Their hands roaming over you sending sparks into your pussy.

“Fuckin' hell, why’d you agree to share her? Fuck. I don't think I can give this up,” Roy pants, his fingers digging into your hips.

“I'm not,” Jason leans forward grabbing Roy by the chin, “We’re sharing you,”

They thrust and fuck and use you, moaning and growling as they kiss and fuck into you. You imagine what you look like and your pussy starts to spasm. “Fuck Jason shes gripping me so tight”

“Good little slut, taking our cocks so well,”’

“So full,” you mumble over his cock, unsure if he can even understand you.

“Fuck, Jay I’m so close,” Roy pants, his hands gripping at your hips.

“No. You don't cum until she does.”

“You givin’ me an order?”

“Roy,”

“Fine.” he kisses Jason, “Your Angel just feels so fucking good, such a good girl taking it like this,” Roy pulls your hair back watching as you swallow Jason's cock, “Cant wait to see how well you take Jason's mammoth dick in this tight little hole,”

“Roy loves to watch little whores,”

“She liked that, clenched down so hard on me,” he bends over to whisper in your ear, “I want to watch you fuck him. I wanna see you dripping with both of us,”

“Roy,” you moan around Jason’s cock.

“Cum for me Angel, please I need your cum. I want to cum. I want you to fucking cum on my cock so Jay’ll let me do this to you ‘gain.”

“She's close, look at her shaking,” Jason pulls his cock from your mouth, grabbing you by the shoulders and pressing you back into Roy. “Better angle. We wanna hear you, Kitten.”

“So fuckin’ deep Roy.”

Roy's arms wrap around your middle, his fingers immediately going to your clit while Jason takes your tits in your mouth, “I wanna see you cum Kitten,”

“Jay,” you look from his hand to his face, he grasps your face, pulling you into a kiss.

“I told you to cum, you being bad?”

“But you've been such a good girl,”

Jason sees Roy start to pull back; he's getting close and so are you. “Cum,” the pair of them both chant. Jason takes your hand wrapping it around his cock and holding it down, while he fucks into your hand, “grip me while you cum.”

“Jay, Jason, I- Ro-” you squirm as Roy holds you down, his cock jerking into you.

“That's it Kitten you're nearly there.” he says as he kisses the moans from your mouth “Roy bite her,” his fingers push Roy's out of the way so he can rub your clit how you like it, “cum for us, then I'm going to fuck Roy's cum back into you.”

You can't help the scream that falls out of your mouth as your cum overwhelms you, Roy's cum painting your insides, his teeth on your neck, Jason's hand on your clit and his mouth on yours. Your whole body shakes, squirms, and your mouth falls open, incoherent cries falling from your lips.

“Such a good girl,” Roy coos, lifting you from his cock and placing you into Jason’s lap, “You're going to do it again, sweet Angel.”

You moan as your sensitive pussy pulses around Jason's cock as he sinks into him, “there's my good little slut,” he moans as your head lolls back into his shoulder, “so much nicer when you're not running your mouth.”

“Jay,” you reach out grabbing Roy by the shoulder and bringing him closer, “Roy,” you pull his lips to yours and latch on as he moves closer, his thigh grinding against your clit.

“Taking it so good for me, Kitten,” Jason whispers in your ear. You push back into him, his chin resting on your shoulder. Roy bends around you, bringing his lips to Jason’s and their combined moans in your ear make you squirm.

“Look so pretty on his cock Angel, like I knew you would. You’re fucking beautiful,”

“How’s my Kitten looking?”

“She's making a face,”

“Zombie?”

“Yeah, a very sexy zombie,”

“She's going to cum again. Grab her tits,” Jason's nose grazes up your ear his breath fanning down your neck, “open your eyes Kitten,” he palms at your ass, “see how Roy's looking at you. You’re so fucking pretty. My pretty little slut,”

“Jay,” your fingers dig into Roy's biceps, “I-”

His languid fucking goes deeper and deeper, Roy's hands pinch and squeeze your breasts the both of them showering you in praise. You feel your ears start to ring, your head starts to swirl and the whole world goes black as you crest your fucking orgasm.

“You're not allowed to play with my things any more,” you hear Jason laugh in a breathy tone as you blink your eyes open. His strong arms lifting you and hauling you to his chest, “It's ok baby, Roy broke you. Let me put you back together.” He presses his sweet kisses into your cheek.

“I’m alright, just a bit-”

“Fucked out?” Roy teases.

“Baby, it was too much. We shouldn’t have-”

“Fuck off,” you swat at Jason's hand that’s are over dramatically caressing your face, “you're being a dick.”

“I would never. Would I Roy?”

“She's right,” he says, resting his head on your chest, his fingers drawing lazy circles over your stomach, “you are being a dick. She just passed out a little.”

“Thank you Roy,” you reach your hands down pulling Roy to kiss him, “you're welcome to stay.”

“Kitten, you did not just pass out a little. It was 3 minutes. I was worried,”

Roy responds by poking his tongue out at Jason, a soft sigh escaping his lips when Jason leans over you, giving you a soft kiss, before turning his gaze on Roy "Careful Harper or I’ll fuck you until you pass out,"

"He's not kidding,"

"I know he's not kidding," Roy smiles, "I can't wait."

Part 2 - Roy Returns.

[kittyilana046]

THE DC UNIVERSE MASTERLIST - BATFAMILY EDITION

TTHE BATFAMILY MASTERLIST

Started: 12/18/2020

Last Updated: 12/29/2022

This master list is a collection of analysis essays, headcanons, and comic book panels posted by my favorite bloggers. I did not write any of the posts linked below, and I do not own any pictures used. All credit goes to the original artists and bloggers who created this content. 

I created this master list intending to archive my favorite posts. I am sharing it because I believe this list is a perfect jumping-off point for new fans who want a comprehensive guide to understanding these characters.

I encourage you to interact with original bloggers and also comic canon. 

Please send me an ask or DM if you want to talk about comic books.

Thank you 

~ Haleigh 

Links

DC UNIVERSE MASTERLIST

META / ESSAYS

Batman (Bruce Wayne)

Bruce Wayne outside of Batman

Bruce firing Dick vs. Dick firing Tim

Bruce Wayne’s childhood + a short analysis his relationship with Alfred Pennyworth

Do Bruce and Selina truly love each other?

Does Bruce love Damian?

Did Bruce love Jason?

Is Bruce a good dad?

Is Bruce nice?

Jason was Bruce’s beloved son and DC’s writers are doing shit.

Tips for writing Bruce Wayne

Batgirl (Barbra Gordon)

Thoughts on Barbra’s independence and how it affects her relationship with Dick

Batgirl/Black Bat/Orphan (Casandra Cain)

Does Casandra know ASL?

How does Casandra process anger?

Huntress (Helena Bertinelli)

Helena’s relationship with Tim Drake

Nightwing (Dick Grayson)

Dick Grayson’s moral compass + how Bruce’s expectations shaped him

Dick Grayson’s strengths and weaknesses  

Dick Grayson’s guilt complex

Dick Grayson and Temper

Dick Grayson and fashion trends

Dick, you’re so spoiled (Discussing and his relationship with money)

Do Dick and Jason get along in comics?

DICK I’LL BE THERE FOR YOU GRAYSON

DICK GRAYSON AND ALFRED PENNYWORTH’S RELATIONSHIP META

Do Dick Grayson and Roy Harper have commitment issues?

Does Dick Grayson wear a metaphorical mask like Bruce Wayne does? 

Objectification or Empowerment: how writers express Dick Grayson’s sexuality

Superman and Dick Grayson’s first meeting

What is Dick Grayson’s ethnicity?

Robin (Damian Wayne)

Do you guys ever think about how much of a crappy life Damian has been having since Rebirth? Because I do.

Is Damian sexist?

Proof Damian has a heart p1

Things I Wish Writers Would Explore More with Damian

Red Hood (Jason Todd)

Jason’s time as Robin

Jason Todd’s less known skills appreciation

Jay and Dick are musicians? What do they play?

Jason Todd and the Ladies: Post-Resurrection

Recontextualizing the death of Filipe Garzonas

The Jason Todd Book Club (books that Jason has mentioned in canon)

What kind of father was Willis Todd?

Where did Jason get his Respect Women Juice?

Red Robin (Tim Drake)

Does Tim Drake conically suffer from depression?  

How did Tim Drake’s trauma affect him?

Is Tim Drake insecure?

Is Tim Drake sexist?

I wanna talk about Janet Drake

Tim Drake’s childhood

The beginning of Tim Drake’s career as Robin

Was Tim Drake born a genius?

Was Tim Drake the CEO of Wayne Enterprises? What was his job at W.E.? Did he like it?

Your Tim Drake coffee headcanon is whack

Spoiler (Stephanie Brown)

How did the batfam react to Stephanie’s death?

What is the canon surrounding Stephanie’s economic status?

The Signal (Duke Thomas)

Duke is not a boring character – Here are some of his achievements

Duke thomas isn’t the sane one! A guide by pepper

Who is Duke Thomas?

MORE INFO HERE!

CANON VS. FANON

Batfamily canon things that we should not let fall into obscurity

Characterization cheat sheet: the batfamily boys

The Batkids views on money

What are in your opinion the biggest difference between the comic and the fanon versions of the other Batfamily members?

THINGS YOU NEED TO KNOW

The history of the “Robin” title

The ages of the Batfamily kids according to Secret Files timelines

What are the Batkids legal names/adoption status?

HEADCANON

How would the Batfamily comfort someone who's sad? 

Is Dick Grayson demisexual?

Is Dick Grayson a romantic?

Dick Grayson and Kids

Would Bruce Wayne be a good boyfriend?

What would Bruce be like if his parents never died?

What should happen after the Ric Grayson arc ends?

What hogwarts house would jason todd be in?

Where would you sort the Batfamily?

THE ROBIN'S RELATIONSHIPS WITH EACH OTHER

All Robins are great and they all bring something to the table

Advice on how to write Damian and Tim brother dynamic

Damian & Dick: analyzing their relationship

Another analysis of Dick and Damian’s relationship

Do you think Dick and Damian have a brotherly relationship?

The Batboys calling each other brother

Where does the “little wing” nickname come from?

COMIC PANELS

Batman (Bruce Wayne) 

Batman #42 by Tom King and Mikel Janin (Bruce and Selina get captured)

Batman being a Batdad to his Batprincess

Banana Muffin is Superman and Batman’s safeword

Batman & Robin Eternal #22 (Bruce being kind to Damian)

Detective Comics (2016-) #1017

Gotham Knights #11 (“I am a model of mental health”)

How Bruce deals with trauma

Injustice 2 #51 -”Have you tried turning it on an off again?”

“My favorite superhero is Superman” “…He’s my favorite, too”

Robin (Damian Wayne)

Deathstroke #5 - “Mirrors” (2016) (Damian taunting Deathstroke)

Damian talks a lot in front of his favorite people

Injustice 2 #8 (Proof Damian has a heart p2)

Robin Son of Batman 011 (Damian being done with Bruce and Talia)

The Shadow/Batman #3 (Ra's al Ghul threatening Damian)

Super-Sons My Best Friend

Nightwing (Dick Grayson)

Everyone loves Dick Grayson

Dick beating up Bruce compilation

Dick is that type of brother…

Dick you whore

Dick imitating a crowbar

Unpublished pages of Nightwing #30

Red Hood (Jason Todd)

Batman: Urban Legends - “Cheer II” (2021)

Detective Comics (2016) #976 (Jason standing up to the Batfamily)

Robin 80th Anniversary 100-Page Super Spectacular #1 - “More Time” (2020)

Red Hood and The Outlaws (2016) #52

Red Robin (Tim Drake)

Tim and Dick talking: A Compilation

[lordarsonizzzzt]

list of ref sheets I need to make

● Lioness

● Eden

● Vulture

● Barbara

● Ivy

● Harley

● Kon El (Re-re design)

● Jon Kent

● Damian

● Roy Harper (MAYBE)

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Kitten Heel

Fandom: DC Comics

Summary: Roy meets Jade in college and she offers to help him study chemistry in exchange for help in her music class. They develop feelings for each other, but Jade disappears after the semester ends. Nearly a year later, Roy catches a glimpse of a woman with a baby getting on the train. And she's wearing his bracelet...

Chapters: 1/?

Characters: Roy Harper, Jade Nguyen, Dick Grayson, Koriand'r, Ryand'r, Karras

Relationships: CheshRoy, DickKory, KoryKarras

Additional Tags: College AU, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Falling in Love, Complicated Relationships, Arranged Marriage, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Single Parents, Good Friend Roy Harper, Past Drug Addiction, Past Torture, Breaking Up & Making Up, Trust Issues, Angst, Romance, Hurt/Comfort

Chapter One: Chemistry

Roy scratched his head as he checked the answer to the homework question. He did his best, but Chemistry wasn't his subject. She knew that. Jade sat three tables down, watching her classmate grow more frustrated as time passed. Roy sighed and put his head down, locking his fingers behind his neck. He'd been at it for hours. Reading the chapters, rewriting his notes, going over the quizzes. He'd finally given up for the afternoon when he heard the click-clacking of heels against the floor. "Do you mind if I sit here?" Jade asked.

He looked up, helpless but afraid to swallow his pride. "Sure, I'm almost-." She took his homework and looked it over.

"You're in luck, you know," Jade smiled, "Chemistry's my best subject. Do you see this big number? The coefficient? You multiply it by the subscript, and you've got six. Right?" Roy nodded. "Okay, now what was the subscript for Nitrogen?" "Two," Roy replied. Jade smiled at him, raising an eyebrow as she waited for him to come to a conclusion. "Like this?"

"Exactly," Jade replied. Roy broke eye contact and thanked her. "I didn't just come over here to tutor you in Chemistry... I wanted to ask you a question because I've seen you play gigs at the college. Can you read sheet music?"

"Sure can... Why?" Roy questioned.

She unzipped her bag and took out a neatly folded piece of paper. "I'm taking a music class... But I don't understand the whole sheet music thing in practice. I think I get it, but the quizzes don't make sense." Roy looked at the paper and pulled out his iPod.

"Do you have headphones? I forgot mine at home," Roy whispered, "I'm Roy, by the way."

"Jade." She pulled a pair of headphones out of her bag and removed the zip tie. Roy grinned.

She plugged them into his iPod, and he opened an app. "You're taking Joyner's class? He'll only test you on this once... But the thing is a lot of the songs a simple if you learn to recognize the music. He usually doesn't grade too hard because he learned sheet music later in life. He plays by ear."

"Plays what?" Jade asked.

"Piano. I only know because he likes to do the open mic nights. He'll come in once a month and play a song, and if he sees his students there, he gives them extra credit," Roy replied as he played the notes for her on the app.

"ABCs," Jade replied.

"Or Twinkle Twinkle, but yeah... Exactly," Roy smiled. Jade looked over the second problem on Roy's homework.

"Hey, are you hungry?" Jade questioned. "Maybe we can finish this over lunch?"

"Are you asking me on a date?" Roy asked.

"Nope. I'm asking you to be my study buddy... Besides, I think better after I've had something to eat," Jade replied. Roy nodded.

"Okay," Roy replied as he packed his backpack. Jade stood up, and Roy followed her out of the library.

"What do you eat?" Jade asked.

"I'm not picky," Roy replied.

Jade decided on smoothies and sat at the park until they finished their homework. "When are you usually free?" Jade questioned.

Roy ripped a piece of paper from his notebook and wrote down his number, schedule, and dorm room number. "My roommate's a cool dude, so if you stop by my dorm to study or something and I'm not there, he'll let you in," Roy replied, "Well... I'm giving him too much credit. He'll be an asshole about it... But he'll let you in." Jade laughed.

"I'm probably not gonna stop by your dorm, but I appreciate you being extra available. Here, let me see your notebook," Jade replied. She wrote her number down and gave him her cell with her schedule. "It was nice meeting you, Roy-."

"Harper. Roy Harper," Roy interrupted as he shook her hand.

"Jade Nguyen. Nice to meet you, Harper Roy Harper. I'll see you Saturday morning?" Jade asked. Roy's eyes widened.

"Huh?" Roy asked.

"I'll call you with the details," Jade replied.

Roy waited until she was out of sight to bite his knuckle. "Fuck," Roy whispered. He texted his roommate and received a call a few minutes later. "Dick-."

"It's literally a random Thursday in September, Roy. Are you telling me you've fallen head over heels for a girl at first sight in a library?" Dick questioned.

"It wasn't first sight. You didn't see her-."

"You're thinking with your Johnson, Harper," Dick interrupted.

"Come on, I felt something-."

"Roy, please. I'm eating," Dick joked. Roy laughed.

"Are we hanging out tonight? Or are you busy?" Roy asked.

"Depends. Are you gonna talk about this girl you just met the whole time, or are you gonna hang out?" Dick asked.

"I'm gonna hang out," Roy answered half-sarcastic, "Are we still skyping Wally, or did he cancel?"

"He's gonna be late. Garth got dehydrated again, so he's picking him up from the E.R.," Dick replied. Roy laughed. "You can't laugh at Garth being in the E.R., Roy... Roy-." Dick fell into a fit of laughter.

"And he wonders why everyone called him Fish in middle school," Roy joked.

"I thought they called him that because he drank pool water on a dare," Dick responded.

"What are you doing right now?" Roy asked, walking backward toward his dorm.

"Watching you from the window," Dick answered.

"You missed me or somethin'?" Roy teased as he turned to look at their dorm window. Dick flipped him off. "Aww! I love you too, buddy." Roy returned the gesture.

"Are you wearing my sweatshirt?" Dick asked.

Roy looked down at the shirt and pulled the collar to check. "Nope, all mine, birdbrain. I've got the chewed-up collar to prove it," Roy replied, "Oh, and I think I might've found a Chemistry tutor."

"Don't tell me-."

"Yeah," Roy interrupted.

"That's gonna end well," Dick sarcastically replied as Roy made his way up the stairs. "I know you're gonna go for her anyway, but I want it on the record that I warned you."

"You don't even know her," Roy replied.

"But I know you," Dick answered as he opened the door. Roy hung up and dropped his bag. "You always fall too hard."

"You don't fall hard enough," Roy replied. He dug through his dresser and put his pajamas in his shower caddy. "Have you called Kory yet?"

"I'm still thinking," Dick answered. He flopped back on his bed, eating a slice of pizza. Roy grabbed a slice from the box and sat on the floor.

"You love her, don't you?" Roy asked. Dick sat up.

"Of course, I love her... But, it's complicated. She's engaged to somebody else," Dick replied.

"It's an arranged marriage..."

"A marriage is a marriage, Roy. She's committing herself to somebody else," Dick replied, "Do you know how serious that is?"

"No, but I know you've been irritable since she left. You should've gone with her. Kory asked you to go with her," Roy answered.

"I don't know anything about her world... And I'm not gonna go watch her marry somebody else-."

"Don't be such a big baby. It's an arranged marriage, Dick. And how much do you wanna bet her and Prince-Whoever-The-Fuck can't stand each other?" Roy grinned.

Dick groaned. "Okay... Fine, talk about your tutor. Anything but this right now," Dick replied. Roy took a bite of pizza and sat next to Dick.

"She's smart. Really smart," Roy replied, "And-."

"A brunette?" Dick interrupted.

"That's where you're wrong. Her hair is jet black," Roy half-joked.

[uc1wa]

Haiiii I’m the one who asked for plug Roy Tehehe :3c

But anwyas hear me out

Loser Dick Grayson or Roy Harper (can you tell who my favorite character is?)

Dick is one of those gym bro losers, like the ones on Tiktoc who post thirst traps and them in their car trying to be funny by talking super loud then laughing but everyone eats it up? (I’m into them.)

The ones who spend all their time at the gym and think theyer so cultured because they know of feminism has daddy’s money

Roy is the loser who works at 9-5 dead end job (maybe like Spencer’s or at a gas station) and just smokes all day once he gets home and fights kids on x-box live, dosnt even contribute to anything

They both somehow get their dicks wet every other weekend and then leaves the girls they hooked up with on read till their lonely but we’re special so that didn’t happen and their super pathetic. Roy dosnt really do much he knows how to get a girl to finish but he does it in a lazy way and mostly just wants to get himself off. Dick is the same but at least he is more enthusiastic about it. Both don’t really care if the girl they’re with that week even finishes, he just doesn’t wanna be rude. But when they met you and decided “yeah, that’s my next fuck”, they do their usual, compliment you in a subtle way, talk about stuff you might be interested in, crack some jokes then ask for your number.

You guys talk for a few weeks (it’s 2, 3 1/2 if you’re busy 💀) At first you didn’t agree but when they send you a picture of them waring a pair of sweat pants and a wife beater (I’m sorry, im such a sucker for men in black wife beaters I like- AAAA)

You finally agree. At first they expected you to be like the other girls, kinda Submissive, but shy, and quick. But boy oh boy-

Once you both are in the sheets it’s over for him. Bro is whimpering and moaning, CRYING, TEARS ARE STREAMING, he’s sniffing and stuff asking to cum cause you won’t let him, refused to put his dick in cause he was lowkey being a dick to you ngl- you finally ride him and he’s about to cum but you do before him and get off leaving him all shocked. You give him a kiss on the cheek and say thanks then leave. He’s like

“WHATT???”

And bro spam texts you, calls you, even dming you on Instagram a voice message of hun begging you to come back and help him finish.

But yeah, I love pathetic losers 😔😔😔💔

babe… this was a mini fic in itself. thank u for sharing. will be thinking about this for so long, my additions under the cut :3

these both turned me on i won’t admit but… your detail to roy… oh god. he’s such a fucking loser i NEED to fuck him NOW!!!

can i add? roy’s breath only smells like monster energy drinks, so nasty but you only taste it when his tongue is sucking yours so of course it leaves connotations of yummy-ness! cums all over you and, if he’s feeling nice, throws you a rag while he goes in the shower himself—without an invite of course. poor you :( all left out, naked n bare n cold.

dick would def get pissed if you joined him in the shower. don’t you know he brought you to his dingy apartment to fuck you and be done with you? c’mon now.

but the thought of getting these man whores pussy drunk is just so. oh god. them sending dick pics to you when you haven’t responded, thinking that’ll have to get you to answer. of course they’re wrong, and manipulate you into feeling so bad with how many times they’ve told you that you’ve given them blue balls, you have to fuck them again >:3

anyways! i hope you liked my lil plug!roy drabble, trust i have one too many drafts of roy and dick as plugs.

[albatmobile]

The Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds Chapter 9

𓅪 After not hearing from Roy or Jason for five years, you suddenly find yourself taking in extra income as a babysitter for Roy and Jason's child.

𓅪 Rated: E | TW: masturbation | 7.8k includes: Waking up w Jayroy, masturbation, break-ins, forced cohabitation, trying to clear the air w Damian

fem!Reader x Jason Todd x Roy Harper [masterlist]

Chapter Nine: What You Know | ao3 - wattpad

You wake up in what you assume to be Roy and Jason’s bed. 

Old habits die hard, right? 

It’s still early as you hear domestic sounds from the kitchen. Your stomach uncomfortably clenches at the reminder that they're really together. It means you’re merely a visitor in their world. You don’t want to overstay your welcome.

You rub the sleep from your eyes, stretching across their mattress before sitting up. You take a moment in the daylight to look around the simplicity of their room, noticing how they’ve conveniently shut the door. 

The room is mainly devoid of any personal memorabilia, much like the rest of their apartment, though they do have one photo. You notice Roy's nightstand holds a picture of him and Lian on a boat somewhere with Jason in the background, flipping the camera off.

You roll your eyes; the photo captured their essence entirely. 

Chaotic and sweet. 

You triple-check the door's shut before burying your nose first into Roy’s pillow, then into Jason’s, inhaling their respective scents with a dreamy sigh. 

So fucking creepy, you berate yourself in your hypnotized state, but definitely worth it.

You bite your lip at the heavy scent of sleep coupled with their own personal musk as you fight the urge to touch yourself. Your hand, however, has a mind of its own. It begins to wander tantalizingly slow down the expanse of your body, imagining what it’d be like for them to still be in bed with you. 

What it’d be like for them to want you in this way.  

You lay on your stomach and smother your face in between their pillows as you situate your arm underneath yourself in a way that allows you to slip your fingers into Jason’s boxers to cup you. You apply slight pressure with your hand before grinding into it with a shaky exhale. 

You can picture it now.    

Roy would still be in bed, spooning you from behind, lightly tracing his fingers up and down your sides, tickling you as he lifted your shirt up slowly. Maybe he’d even hush you as he slipped his warm fingers down into the waistband of his boyfriend’s boxers that you're wearing to tease around the outside of your lips long enough. He’d tease long enough to leave you frustratedly arching into his strained cock. 

Roy would make you moan louder than you ever had before. 

Your hand hesitates parting your lips as guilt washes over you from what comes next. 

Jason would wake up to see you panting and moaning by his boyfriend's hand alone, finally having indulged you with actual touch. He would slip his index finger in between your lips slowly, all while grinning wickedly at Jason, who wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off of the two of you. You imagined him only being upset about the fact that you started without him. Once he got over it, Jason would have no choice but to palm himself at the sight of Roy plunging in and out of your squelching cunt at a firm, tantalizing pace that would leave you withering lewdly in his strong grasp for more.

Jason would then force his entire length inside your open, drooling mouth. You would only last mere seconds before you’d desperately grind down into Roy’s thrust with a shuddering sigh that chokes out from around Jason’s wicked thickness and come.

You want to stop thrusting into yourself, but you don’t. You can't. 

The whole fantasy is so fucked up. You would quite literally be coming between their relationship, panting mess and all. 

This whole situation is so fucked up. They could walk in at any moment to see your pathetic form spilling your wetness onto the same sheets they fuck on. The thought leaves you a whimpering mess. 

You inadvertently moan, immediately shoving your face into Jason’s pillow to muffle any further noises. You move to circle teasingly around your aching clit, wishing you would just come already. It smells just like the body wash you keep getting whiffs of whenever he passes by. You bask in his intimate scent, though you can't deny how your stomach twinges when you realize this is as close as you’ll get to having sex with either of them.

Forcibly pushing the thought away, you once again focus on the building pressure in your lower abdomen. 

What if they did walk in?

Would they leave you? Would they hesitate?

Maybe they’d even share one of those dumb mind-reading looks they always seemed to share, then look back to you before joining you on the bed. 

You quickly unraveled into the new fantasy, imagining Jason being the one to take charge with Roy following his lead. You bite your lip and flip onto your back, feeling your orgasm grow close. 

You want to give them a show.

You lazily take off the boxers and shove them into your mouth, spreading your legs apart to rub your clit at a shaky, edging pace. Thinking back to all those years ago to your drunken dream of Jason’s erection poking into your stomach when you’d leaned across him to kiss Roy, you imagined recreating it with them right here. You finally feel stretched enough to add another finger and moan immediately into the fabric of the boxers at the obscene squelch that follows. 

It's hard not to imagine what they'd look like completely naked. You'd seen them both shirtless, for sure, but everything else... not so much. In your wanton state, you realize with a hint of amusement that Roy most definitely has a case of fire crotch.

You wonder what the coolness of Roy’s prosthetic would feel like inside of you.

Fuck. 

You whimper against the fabric, imagining Jason being the one who fucks you while Roy fucked Jason into you at a toe-curling pace that would leave you absolutely wrecked on their bed. You would watch as they got lost in each other’s bodies and be slightly jealous that you didn’t know them as well as they obviously did. Jason would know just when to back into Roy’s thrust and Roy would know just when to pull his hand away from Jason’s cock to prevent him from coming.

Out of all the things to orgasm to, you’re embarrassed to admit that the imagery of them fucking is what ultimately takes you over the edge, but it does.

Your hips twitch as you release onto the sheets below, rendering you a panting mess once the trembling ceased. A sultry hiss escapes your makeshift gag when your retreating hand accidentally come in contact with your overly sensitive clit.  

You spit out the gag with a low curse, “Shit.” You hold your breath and focus on the noises coming from outside the room

It’s only then that you realize not only do you not have any pants to change into, but the boxer's you'd been planning to wear now sport a noticeable wet spot from your drool.

Great. 

It seems like the shirt Jason gave you is long enough to cover the dampness and you didn’t dare go through their drawers, but damn... You really should’ve thought this out better.

You use their restroom to wipe yourself up and to give yourself a chance to stop shaking before tugging down the shirt as much as far down as it'll go. 

All that's left to do is face them, so you open their door to brave the kitchen. 

You know you hadn’t been loud, but somehow it feels like they know what you’ve done. Shame simmers in the pit of your stomach as you force yourself to say a casual good morning, hoping that the shirt will conceal the spot of saliva and slick. 

They both look you over, then look at each other. They can't know... There's no way. They don't know... Fuck. You regret everything. You're getting really tired of their psychic conversations with each other, especially when you're right here in front of them. 

Once you stop being paranoid, you eventually chalk up the look being more about your bizarre sleeping arrangements last night than your steamy morning adventures.

“What?” you ask, daring either of them to say anything, especially with Lian right there cutting bananas for the pancakes Jason's making.

“Nothing. You look like you slept well.”

“I did.” You sit down on the stool at the kitchen island, reaching over to sweep the bananas into a pile on the side of the cutting board to give Lian more room to cut. “Roy kept me nice and warm throughout the night.” 

“Woah, hey," Roy jokes, "I’m supposed to be the one flirting with you, princess.”

“You’re not supposed to be flirting with pretty girls, anyway. Right, my love?” Jason sticks his tongue out, which Roy easily sucks into his mouth with an intimate moan.

You watch greedily while they share a brief, sloppy kiss that ends with Jason nibbling at Roy’s wet, chapped lower lip. The vivid imagery from your earlier escapade, the erotic kiss in front of you, coupled with Jason calling you pretty? It's enough to make you wet again.

Abort, abort, abort. 

“I’m not flirting,” you say, attempting to steer the conversation back toward PG level and shift uncomfortably in your seat. “You’re like a fucking furnace or something.”

Roy dumps sausage duty on Jason in favor of limping over to sit next to you. “What?” Roy asks teasingly. Jason merely pours another pancake into the pan, glare never once leaving his boyfriend. “You did say you wanted to cook more, did you not?”

“So, this is how Alfred must feel,” Jason jokes. Your giggle causes Jason to do a double-take at the endearing sound. 

You wipe at your face as if you have something on it. “What?”

He gives you a constipated look before swiftly returning his attention back to the stove. “Shut up.”

You narrow your eyes, preparing a witty retort, but Roy grabs your chin to quite literally pull your attention his way. Your eyes are wide, lips slightly parted in surprise. The boyish smirk you're met with renders you speechless.

“What’s the matter, baby?" Roy purrs. "Personally, I want to hear more about your sleepover experience.”

You stutter slightly and curse yourself for it when Roy notices how much his attention affects you. “You’re just warm’s all,” you try again.

“Even with this bad boy?” He wiggles his bionic fingers in front of your face. You blush as you imagine them milking your arousal out of you with each and every slick pump into your tight heat.

Yeah, definitely not the best time to be thinking about this.

“I like it,” you say honestly. Roy's face cracks for a second at your response before he’s able to control it again. “What? Did I say something wrong?”

“No.” It sounds choked. 

Jason saves Roy from further response by placing loaded plates of breakfast in front of both of you. Jason gives you an unreadable look, leaving you to once again wish for the ability to understand what it means. Was he silently telling you to stop flirting with his boyfriend?

All he ends up saying is, “I do want to start cooking again.”

You're left to shake your head at this abrupt shift in conversation, but you humor Jason anyway. “You should. Lian loves to cook with me.” You look around for where she’s disappeared off to, but she isn’t in any of her usual spots.

“So we’ve noticed.” 

Roy snorts, “Any time I go to microwave a Hot Pocket, she asks to do it.”

It’s nice to hear Lian really does like spending time with you and how you’ve had a small, yet apparent, impact on her.

“Good,” you say, smiling lightly. “Maybe she and Jason can both teach you how to cook.” 

“You can teach me, too.” Roy seems to be back in functioning order, but you don’t want to chance another one of their shared looks for whatever reason.

You decide to chance a look at Jason, but he simply nods before saying, “Family cooking day, then.”

Your words catch in your throat at the unexpected statement. 

Last night, you'd told them they were your family, but to hear them say it back means everything. Your heart feels like it's going to burst with warmth.

“I’d like that.” You blush, feeling their heavy gazes on you, but choose to ignore them. You clear your throat, effectively killing the line of conversation. “As much as I’d like to stick around here for another day, permanently sleep between the two of you and adopt your daughter, I really do need to shower. I need to give my skin the nutrients it’s been waiting on for,” you check your phone for the time, “over 24 hours now.”

“You are more than welcome to do all of the above and more here, princess.” 

Your eyes widen as your face heats up. You subconsciously look over to Jason for his approval, but he seems to be in complete agreement. 

About the shower, of course. 

Regardless of Roy’s flirty response to your dumb joke, that's all they're talking about. Don’t kid yourself. 

"I remember how high maintenance your routine was," Jason says as he grabs a pen and pad of paper and leans on the counter across from you. “Just write down whatever you need and we'll get it stocked over here.”

Him remembering little things about you was cute. You couldn’t help but be reminded of how close they’d been back to high school, seeming to know everything about each other and how you, on the other hand, always felt like an outsider. Now, you can see how it’s shifting. Maybe they really are trying to let you in. 

You shrug and write out a two-page list that they both end up scoffing at.

“If I wrote down a brand, make sure you get the brand.” Your meticulous skincare couldn’t be skipped every other night like it has been with your unanticipated sleepovers over here. 

You watch Lian scurry from her room and over to the couch to sit in front of the TV, watching some Cartoon Network show and go to give her a hug. She beams at you and tries to lead you to the kitchen (which is what she usually does when she wants you to make her something), so you try to fix her a plate of pancakes with bananas, but she refuses. 

Jason leans tiredly against the counter while Roy dozes off on the kitchen stool. 

“She’s become such a picky eater over the past few days,” Jason bemoans. “Even when I make stuff from scratch, all she wants to eat are your leftovers.” 

 “With Roy serving up that carbonara shit, I don’t blame her.” You stand upright with a quick apology, bending down to her level to make her promise not to repeat what you said. 

“You say lots of bad words.” 

You blush at the little girl’s accusation, reaching into the freezer to pull out the two quiches you’d made yesterday with Lian and preheat the oven. 

“Only around your dad and daddy,” you say, looking over to where Jason is staring at you in amusement while Roy smirks, albeit sleepily. “Less than 20 minutes in the oven, or just wait until the cheese on top bubbles; why am I saying this? Jason, you know how to cool.”

Jason just laughs at your babbling in response.

“Don’t forget your stripper fit over the tub,” Roy reminds you with his emerald eyes gleaming with mischief. 

“You’re incorrigible, Roy,” you chastise him and shake your head in faux disappointment as you go to retrieve your dried bikini. “Jason, seriously. Control your boyfriend.”

“I’ll try.” He smiles tiredly at you.

Everything is so… domestic.

It makes your stomach flip a bit. You needed to leave, like, eight hours ago.

“Alright, I’m out.”

You hug Lian again and she makes you promise to return soon before you unlock the door to salute the two hulking men in the kitchen and leave. 

•••

You arrive back at your apartment only to find your door blown wide open and what little belongings you own scattered about the living room.  

You listen for any obvious sounds of movement, but when you hear none, you sigh. 

You can’t call Jason and Roy because you’d just left their place. The last thing you wanted to do was leave an injured Roy with Lian and be stuck dealing with Jason’s brooding ass alone.

That leaves only one person...

You give in and call Damian, who ignores your first two attempts to call him before answering curtly on the third.

“What?”

You’ve never felt like you couldn’t talk to Damian before, but even now, when you need help, you don’t know if you’re overstepping some sort of boundary. You haven’t stepped inside at all, being too afraid, so you muster up enough courage to break the thick ice between the two of you. 

“I’m scared,” you breathe into the phone as if afraid someone might hear you. 

You hear him shift around. “What’s going on?”

“My apartment got broken into,” you manage through a failed attempt to choke back the tears you hadn’t realized were brewing.

The past few days have been so intense, with hit after hit. You're starting to think the attacks might not be as random as you’d first thought.

“I’ll be over shortly,” he hangs up with a click, never being one to comfort or touch feelings with a mile-long pole. You have to admit that his awkwardness is almost comforting in a way, as his gruff attitude does manage to pull a small chuckle out of you.

He arrives in record time. Apparently, he still cares about you because if he’d wanted to, he could’ve left you waiting on him for hours. 

Upon arrival, he immediately brushes past you to survey the mess in front of you before immediately stalking into the kitchen where he picks something up with knitted brows. He looks down at whatever it is, then back up at you. 

His hazel eyes couldn’t contain the worry he felt, causing dread to flood your stomach.

“You need to stay with Jason and Roy.” 

You try to catch a glimpse of whatever shiny thing he’s holding in his hand, but he swiftly pockets it before you can inspect it any further.

“Oh, so now you’re on their side?” you ask petulantly.

He looks at you with an intensity you only remember from the night the Joker held you at knifepoint. “This is serious,” he hisses your name as he hastily begins to help you pick up salvagables. “We need to get out of here and fast.” 

Sensing the urgency, you quickly gather your bearings and things. It’s not like you have much to grab, anyway. Your whole life, as it turns out, fits perfectly into two suitcases. You tug them behind you with no help, mind you, from the tanned man next to you. 

You don’t care. 

He can be petty all he wants; you'll be stubborn right back. 

You’re passing by the kitchen one final time when Damian yells your name and tackles you out into the threshold of the hallway. His body covers your own just as a small explosion rocks your apartment. 

The two of you fall into the hallway in a heap while small rocks and foundation pelt at the parts of you that aren’t currently covered by Damian.

“What was that?!” you asked incredulously, looking over at the hole where your apartment had just been.

Damian gets off of you while wiping the dust and debris off his clothes. You wait for a hand up and roll your eyes when it never comes. 

You pull yourself up from the ground, wincing slightly at a slight tug you feel in your lower left rib.

“You tripped an explosive device,” Damian says it like it’s obvious. He grabs the one bag you’d managed to maintain throughout the ordeal and ushers you out of the building and into his blacked-out car below.

You reflect on your earlier conclusion: these attacks aren’t random. 

You're being targeted.

•••

You arrive back at their apartment approximately an hour after you’d left. 

“Back so soon?” Roy jests at your sudden arrival, then deadpans when he sees who’s right behind you. “Oh,” he says monotonously at Damian’s lurking presence, “you brought company.” Roy leaves the door open for you guys to come in before walking back to the couch, “Great.” 

You struggle with your bag, but Damian just continues to stare at you. He's definitely enjoying this way too much. 

His sarcastic reply leaves Damian to ‘tsk.’ “Like I want to be here to see your cracked-out ass, Harper.” 

Roy snorts humorlessly, “Whatever, Boy Wonder.” 

“You confuse me for someone else, Speedy,” it’s spat back in his face with the same malice you'd faced from him mere days ago. 

You’ve never heard these insults before. Maybe the occasional ‘baby bird,’ but not boy wonder. That's Robin... 

Your eyes squint between the two as you analyze their features and compare it to your memories of run-ins with the aforementioned sidekicks. You can practically see the similarities between Roy and the one time you saw Speedy, but you can’t be too sure. All of your remaining comic-related material had been trashed in the break-in, so you aren’t going to be able to able to fact-check yourself at all. 

Damian can see your mind running a mile a minute and swiftly cuts it off before you’re able to come to any conclusions, “I think it’d be better if we talked in private.” 

You narrow your eyes at him.

Traitor. 

“Whatever,” you say before plopping onto the couch next to Roy and Lian. “I’m gonna stick with the coolest person here, then.” 

“That’s me,” Lian says with a smirk that easily rivals Roy’s own. 

You nod. “Mhm.” 

Jason still stands in the kitchen behind Damian’s slightly smaller form. He’d definitely caught up to Jason’s muscular build over the years but was still far leaner.

“Not that you’re not welcome here anytime, babe-cess. Princess,” Roy says, then winces and looks at Jason, who’s already rolling his eyes, “but I thought you said you needed space.”

You sigh, feeling the weight of the past few days, no- hours, sink heavily on your shoulders. You wish Damian would catch them up on everything, but he seems more content to watch you squirm in front of his brother’s family.

“My place was broken into.” You conveniently leave out the part about it being bombed.

“Why didn’t you call us?”

“I’d just left, I didn’t want to disturb you guys. Plus, Roy’s injured and I know what a handful this chickie over here can be…” It’s a lame excuse and you know it. 

“So, if you called Damian, why are you here?” Roy’s voice borders on annoyance, but you're too drained to care. How their pissing match continued so strongly after all these years, you'll never know.

“That I don’t know.” You turn to Damian’s passive form. “Why can’t I just stay at your place, Damian?” You're so confused why it has to be Roy and Jason. Was it really just because of the small tiff on his yacht?

“Because I don’t want you there.” 

Out of all the years, you've known Damian to be crass, honest and just straight up a dick sometimes, but this? This is a whole other level. 

This hurt.

“Jeez, Dami,” it’s Jason who speaks first as he makes his way over toward you and Roy, “she’s your best friend.” 

“Yeah, well, it seems like you’re better friends now," he spits back at his brother. "I’m sure she’ll find the accommodations here just as comfortable.” 

You huff at his absurdity, “Is that what this is really about?” 

You, along with everyone else in the room, know it's not. 

“Whatever.” Damian spins on his heel before you can go off on him. “Call me when you need my yacht again.” 

You glare at his retreating back. “Stop kidding yourself, Damian;” he simply opens the door without looking at you as he leaves, “jealousy never suited you.” He ignores you in favor of loudly slamming the door shut behind him. “Fucking twerp,” you mutter at the closed door with crossed arms. When you turn back around, you find three sets of eyes fixed on you. “What?”

They all nonchalantly go back to watching whatever show had been on before you and Damian burst in. 

You sit down on the arm of the couch closest to Roy and focus on the screen while your mind races. You know you'll have to sleep on their couch, which, you admit, is a lot better than the shit hole you're used to sleeping on, but still. It leaves you no privacy and, especially right now, it isn’t exactly what you need.��

You zone out until you pass out, half standing, half sitting on the arm of the couch with your head lying against the wall. 

“That can’t be comfortable,” a deep voice booms.

“No way,” another responds. 

You shift a bit but ultimately fall back asleep. 

When you wake up, Roy, Lian and Jason are curled together in an adorable pile of cuteness. Your legs are killing, so you stand and move to sit next to the only remaining square left on the couch, which is next to Jason. When you sit, he stirs, but ultimately, his breathing evens back out by the time you get comfortable. 

You curl into yourself and fall back asleep to the sounds of cartoon fighting. 

•••

Never one to stand down from confrontation, you know you need to make an effort to at least have a civil conversation with your best friend. Not to mention the fact that it's been killing you that you haven’t been able to talk to Damian every day like you’ve been used to,

This is how you find yourself at Damian's penthouse that same night. 

When you arrive, you're surprised to find Jon's already here, but he doesn’t stick along much long after you step out of the elevator. 

“I’ll give you two some space.” 

“That’s not necessary,” you say at the same time Damian thanks him. 

You both glare at each other. Jon backs slowly toward the elevator and quickly jabs at the call button. It definitely seems like he wants to get out of here before the bloodshed starts.  

“I think you enjoy your predicament too much,” Damian begins, ignoring the fact that Jon still hasn’t left.

Two can play this game. 

“And what exactly is ‘my predicament’?” You add air quotes around the last part. 

“You like the chase too much.” 

“What the fuck ever that means, Damian.” You know he's hurt about whatever he thinks happened between you in the past, but, in your eyes, you’d just been kids messing around. You never put a label on anything aside from that one week or so during sophomore year. 

Sure, he’d gone through a hell of a lot more puberty since you’d messed around and he still wore the same dreamy cologne, but, ultimately, you could never get past the idea felt more like friends than anything. 

You’d given up a long time ago on trying to pin down the mind of Damian Wayne. 

“Even now,” he interrupts your train of thought with a calm yet cold tone. “You’re trying to win back what was never yours when you already had everything.” 

You sigh at his dumb, cryptic nonsense as you take a step closer to him. He lets you close the space with a clear warning in his hazel eyes.

“What is mine then?” 

He glares down at you like it’s obvious. “Figure it out and, in the meantime,” he ushers you to the elevator doors with a firm grip, “get out.” 

“Damian,” you plead with him, still in his grasp, “just talk to me.” It’s a desperate appeal to a stubborn man like him, but he hesitates just enough for you to remain planted to the ground. 

“I don’t have anything more to say.” He looks at you like you’re an incessant fly he’s swatting at. “Leave.”

It might completely mess everything up you have going for you, but you know it’s what he wants. 

“Kiss me.”

He chuckles darkly, “You really want to prove my point so quickly?”

“I don’t care,” you say, adjusting his grip on your arm to lay on your waist while you bring your arms to caress his cheeks. “Kiss me.” 

His gaze burns into your own as he pulls you into what can only be labeled as an aggressive mashing of lips. Your teeth clank against his in desperation that could only come after years of not having this kind of touch.

It's slightly familiar yet completely foreign at the same time. The features on his face are sharper, his grip firmer and his chest more defined. Sure, you’d kissed Damian as prepubescent kids, but now? Now you're kissing Damian as a man.

You moan breathily when he flicks his tongue upwards. He breaks away suddenly, only to pin you against the metal doors.

“Is this what you wanted?” You gulp at his question, studying his mature face. It had never been like this when you’d been together. It had always been sweet, bordering on unsure, careful. This is purely carnal. You gasp desperately as Damian teases you by placing his lips just above your own. “Answer me,” he demands.

You gaze up at him coquettishly through your lashes. “No,” he pulls back, shocked, but you follow him, drawing him close again, “I want more.”

He presses your forehead to his and growls aggressively, “Fuck you.”

“Yeah,” you say breathlessly as you search his vibrant eyes for any sign of hesitation. 

He groans and pushes away from your flushed form, seeming to contemplate his next move, but ultimately, none comes.

“That was a mistake,” he says finally, voice still dripping in obvious arousal. Boy, do you know it. To add salt to the wound, Damian leans in close again but only to call the elevator. “You’re not wanted here.” You nod, not knowing what to say as the realization of the situation settles over you. “I’ll be asking out Jon tonight. Just know this meant absolutely nothing to me.”

The words hit you like a brick. 

You force yourself to enter the elevator as normally as you can with the remaining shreds of pride you have left. You hit the button twice and dare to meet Damian’s fiery hazel eyes as you leave with your tail between your legs.

In the end, the kiss merely prolonged your time with him by a minute (if that) and cost you the last of your sanity.

What were you thinking?

You’ve gone back on everything you came to do and, at the same time, validated Damian’s harsh words. If you wanted to end things, why did you end up leading him on?

And now you're going back to sleep between Jason and Roy.

Your stomach sinks.

Is this what Damian had wanted you to see?

Is this what you needed to see for yourself?

•••

“Roy had an emergency,” Jason answers your unasked question as you enter and slip off your shoes. “Where did you go?”

“I had some unfinished business, I guess.”

“Damian.” You nod and move to sit beside him. “Any luck making up?”

You laugh bitterly, “His nickname's still hellspawn for a reason, right?”

"Well," Jason’s eyes crinkle slightly in amusement, “regardless of his asshole nature, you’re always welcome here.”

You hesitate slightly. “You sure?” 

“Of course,” he says before moving to rub your shoulders. It’s only in this moment that you realize how tense they've become. “Kind of jinxed it with what you said this morning about sleeping with us and adopting Lian, though.”

Is Jason joking around with you?

You smile lightly. “You’re right.”

You sit there in silence for a bit as the TV plays in the background. There aren’t many times where it’s just been you and Jason. This, coupled with your angsty relationship, means you aren’t used to not bickering with him. Today, you definitely don’t have the energy to, something he seems to understand as he easily gives you your space. 

It only lasts for so long, though, before you need to spill. 

“I shouldn’t have gone there. It didn’t help anything.” Jason doesn’t say anything but rather turns down the volume on the TV and shifts to face you. It’s such a dad thing to do. You refrain from rolling your eyes, but just barely. “He’s still upset with me.”

“About what?” he asks.

You sigh and tell him about the yacht fiasco, which you refer to by name, leaving Jason to mutter something about him being too rich. You chuckle in agreement. 

“So, what happened when you went over there?” It's a non-pointed question, but you feel under the gun as you blush at the wanton kiss you shared. “You fucked?”

You choke on your spit, leaving him to pat you on your back. 

“Fuck no.” Jason raises a skeptical eyebrow, but you wave him off. “We just kissed,” you trail off with embarrassment.

“Did you like it?”

“Jason!” You look at him in bewilderment. Why would he care?

“What? You brought it up,” he says with a shrug, leaving you to settle back down.

Did you like it? Sure. Did you want to kiss him and Roy more? Holy fuck yes.

“It was alright.”

“So,” he starts slowly like he was contemplating even saying it out loud, “did you guys ever end up dating after I left?” 

“Why do you care?” 

“I don’t!” he says a bit too quickly for you to believe. 

He’s nervous, but you don’t understand why. You gave him information about you and Damian in hopes that it might lead to him opening up with you, but it still seems like you’re just met with walls.

“We did.” 

He nods as if he expected it. “You were the only girl to ever put up with his stank-ass attitude.” 

You laugh, “We only dated for like a week.” You can’t help but shake your head fondly at the memory. “It was so weird, so we just went right back to being friends. We were just too young to know what we were doing... At least, that's how I felt.” 

Now it's Jason’s turn to raise his brow and call you on your bluff. “Just friends?” 

 “Shut up.” He sits up further, no longer feigning disinterest as he motions you to go on. This is the most you and Jason have spoken ever since high school. He seems to know it, too, because his eyes hold a certain saccharine nostalgia in them. “It was sophomore year and, well, you know what happened after the incident,” you say, absentmindedly tracing over your scar as you recount all those years prior.

“You mean you guys did end up fucking that night?” His mouth upturns amicably, but you can see it's forced. “And poor Alfred probably had to hear the whole thing? Oh, man, that’s rich.” 

“Shut the fuck up,” you move closer to him to push his shoulder with your own, “and fuck you for bringing Alfred into this.”

You completely forgot about that awkward breakfast after your sleepover, suddenly remembering how the silence lingered heavier after the incident. You weren't exactly focused on staying quiet that night and after hearing Jason confirm the two of you had been heard. You wish the memory would get the fuck out of your head this instant. 

“I think that was you, babe.” 

You jolt back a bit at the nickname, not realizing how close you’d been getting.

He’d been getting more and more comfortable using it ever since you moved in with them and you couldn’t bring it upon yourself to hate it at all. If anything, it was the complete opposite. You ate it up and reveled in the familiarity you’d been lacking for so many years, desperately taking it in every chance you got.

Maybe Damian's right.

“Whatever.” You aren’t in the mood to reminisce anymore, but you feel the need to defend your past self. “We had our clothes on.” 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah,” you sigh. “We did eventually fuck, though.” You wait to see a reaction of some kind to the news.

“Oh?” He looks into your eyes with something you can actually place for once. 

Jealousy.

“Mhm.” You liked seeing Jason unsure and a bit uncomfortable, considering this is how they left you a lot of the time. It's pure payback. “He was my first kiss, after all.” Jason scrunches his face briefly before schooling it, but you’d already seen it. “What?!”

The library... It can't be real.

Damian was your first kiss.

The library was just a fucked up dream- nothing more.

“Nothing.” 

The way he shrugs is way too nonchalant for you to actually believe him. You push forward, feeling your mind race after his reaction until, eventually, anxiety settles over you.

You’ve always thought you might've kissed Jason and Roy in the library that one night but had always assumed it was just a dream after having drank way more than you should have. And smoked, you remind yourself.

“You can’t just not tell me.” You’re up in his face now with a glare. “Jason, tell me,” you demand.  

The door suddenly clicks open to reveal Roy and Lian walking in, complete with a bag of groceries. You bolt back to the other side of the couch, looking guiltily in Roy’s direction. You didn't realize how close your face had gotten to Jason's until you separated.  

“Woooah!” Roy exclaims and throws his covered-up prosthetic hand over her eyes. “In front of our child, Jason?” 

Jason just rolls his eyes. “She says Damian was her first kiss,” he says tonelessly, still not revealing anything. 

Roy snorts, lowering his arm to help Lian take off her coat. You anxiously await if he’ll divulge anymore, but he merely begins to put away the contents of the bag.

 “You’re funny,” Roy finally says. 

“Me?” You point to yourself, feeling like you're about to get ganged up on. Great, just like old times.

“Yeah you, princess.” 

You wish someone would just come out already and say it so you can bury yourself in a hole for the rest of... well, forever. 

“It’s not like I don’t remember anything.” You look between the two of them with uncharacteristic shyness. “So will one of you fu-dge monkeys,” you nod in Lian’s direction and she nods back, “just tell me what happened?” 

“Man, I wish I still drank,” Roy bemoans. “Jason, you want one? This seems like a tipsy convo.” Lian squeezes into the empty space between you and the arm of the couch while Roy flips down in between you and Jason, handing each of you a beer. “Gotta set the mood right.” 

“Who was I on top of?” You squint your eyes, not wanting them to drag this out any further. 

“Who weren’t you on top of?” Jason replies with a sly sip. 

You glare at both of them, waiting for one of them to say ‘sike.’ 

“Fine then, you just sorta…” He looks at Roy for support, but Roy's too busy giving both of you his biggest shit-eating grin to offer any. “Crawled towards us and -”

Roy cut him off with a wicked smirk, “Came to big pops first. Yeah, you knew what you wanted.” Roy gestures down his body obnoxiously, leaving you to groan in absolute agony. 

So, your dream hadn’t been a dream at all.

You choke, turning your head to Jason, “I- you…” 

It’s Jason’s turn to look flustered. “Yeah.”

You turn back to Roy. “So, who put the blanket on me?” 

He laughs, “Not us, that’s for sure.” 

“Fucking assholes.” Not just about the blanket thing, but the teasing, too.

Lian shoots up from beside you. “Hey!” she chastises.

“I’ll let you braid my hair if you promise not to say those words,” you glance between Roy and Jason before slyly adding the last part, “and candy.”  

“Deal.”

You shake on it and the pulling begins soon after. 

Roy picks up the conversation where it'd left off. “Bet it was Damian who put it on you. He was always such a simp for you,” Roy says, not understanding why you and Jason blush the way you do. “Wait- what’d I miss?” 

“Nothing?” you say, attempting to feign ignorance, but Roy refuses to let it go.

“So, you guys did kiss then.” He finally pieces it together.

“Well, it shouldn't be too much of a surprise when we already know you orgasmed on Roy the first chance you got.” You smack the shit out of Jason’s arm, leaving him to groan and rub at the spot. “What? I thought we all knew?” 

Roy is sent into a fit of laughter as you crumble to the floor.

“This is so much worse than when it was just Roy teasing me about it,” you groan. “Besides, you guys have nothing to worry about with Damian. He obviously hates me now,” you lament, but the last part seems to fall on deaf ears.

Roy ignores the last part of your statement to fluster you, “You know, if you’d been older, it definitely would’ve been hot.” 

You twist your head so fast in his direction you think it might fall off. 

Is that a blatant invitation? 

You are a lot older now, which is very clear with how they both kept eyeing you up and down in your revealing outfit. Still, some part of you fears they still only see you as Jason’s little brother’s friend. 

“Roy, what?” 

He looks dead serious. 

You turn to Jason, who's lightly chuckling at your beet-red blush. 

“Come on, we’re all adults here,” the redhead says your name with a wicked glint in his eye. “Shared a bed and everything, princess. You’re practically a member of the family; it’s settled.” It has to be the alcohol, you surmise. That's the only logical explanation for Roy coming on to you so blatantly in front of his boyfriend. Wait, but Roy doesn’t even drink, so that means he's not even… Wait what? “You know, if you’re still feeling confused about what happened that night in the library, we could always recreate it,” he continues to tease you. “Or, if you’re feeling particularly spicy, Jay still has a bike." He waggles his eyebrows obnoxiously.

You pretend to gag. “You’re still such a man whore, Roy; it’s crazy.” 

“Mmm, call me whore again, baby.” 

This is too much even for Jason, who cringes from the other side of Roy. “Too thick, dude.”

"Whatever, love," Roy sighs and flops his arms behind his head. “At least one of us has to try.”

“Try what?” you ask confused. To flirt with you? 

“It’s dumb;” Jason shakes his head as he glares at Roy, “he’s dumb.” 

You quickly come to his defense, “No, he’s not.” 

“You did all my homework for a whole year,” he says your name pointedly. 

“I did not!” you insist. “I just helped!” You're met with a deadpan stare. “You would’ve written the same things. We just… spruced it up, is all.”

More staring.

“Princess,” Roy says frankly. “You and Jay over there got me A’s on every paper,” You go to retort but are cut off by a long yawn that leaves Jason to yawn as well. “Aw, bedtime for babies?” Roy coos in an unironic babied voice. You and Jason smack him on the shoulder at the same time with the same disgusted look. “What?!” he exclaims in embarrassment, smacking you both back on the shoulders in retaliation.

“Nothing.” You smirk coyly at his pouting puppy-dog-face. “Just really shows how much of a dad you are now.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it, babe." Surprisingly, it's Jason who’s teasing you this time.

“Whatever,” you reply in lieu of an actual response. You're way too flustered to trust yourself to continue with this conversation. “I need to go see what survived the bomb.”

The mood shifts instantly as you get up and rifle through the last remaining suitcase of your things, only to see a majority of it being athleisure clothes and your lingerie. You quickly stuff the latter back inside. You sputter, turning around to see Jason and Roy straighten and face forward to act as nonchalant as possible, but you know they’ve seen every single lacy panty you own. 

You want to die. 

With the way things have been going, you might not have to hold your breath for long.

...Too morbid? Considering recent circumstances, maybe not.

“If you need some clothes, just let us know,” Jason’s voice is slightly clipped with what you take to mean embarrassment, considering his eyes remain forcibly locked onto the screen.

“Can I borrow some PJs again?” you ask while zipping your bag back up before following behind Jason to haul it into their room.

“You just keep finding excuses to wear our shit, huh?” Nonetheless, he retreats to the dresser in their room.

It’s then that you notice Lian beckoning you into her room.

“What’s up?” you ask, abandoning your heavy ass suitcase on the floor to follow after her.

She climbs onto her bed and motions toward her Superman book. “Will you read to me?”

“Please?” you prompt her lightly.

She yawns, “Please.” 

You smile and tuck her in before sitting on the edge, which was now where she preferred you to read as opposed to the floor. “Alright, but only because you have such good manners.”

“I’m always polite and I never curse.”

You laugh, “Yes, that’s good.” You open the book and she wiggles down in her sheets to smoosh her feet against your thigh. “Polite kids get bedtime stories every night.”

“Really?” she whispered excitedly.

“Mhm.” 

“Does this mean you don’t get bedtime stories?” She cocks her head at you quizzically.

“Lian!” you chastise with a gentle laugh. “Do you want me to read or not?” 

She huffs lightly, pulling the covers up over her mouth. You can’t help but chuckle at the sight. 

You finish reading to her, not realizing the two of you have an audience until she speaks over your head, “Is she going to be my mommy for every day now?”

“Huh?” You're confused for .2 seconds. That is, until you hear familiar chuckling coming from behind you say as Jason and Roy chuckle. You whip around with flushed cheeks, but Jason merely hands you another t-shirt and a set of boxers. “How long have you guys been here?”

“Since Lian called you out for cursing,” Jason answers with a wry smirk.

“Awesome.” You roll your eyes and set the book on her nightstand before flipping off her light. “Now, we need to shoo before the bedtime story atmosphere I’ve created gets ruined any further.” You shoot them a look that says, ‘do you really want to get your daughter riled up again?’

“Alright, come on then, babe.” 

Roy’s already disappeared, but Jason waits for you to walk past before shutting the door silently behind you with a final air kiss to Lian. You watch her catch it sleepily and catch yourself beaming.

You quickly wipe it from your face before Jason can see.

This is way too domestic.

Roy's already in bed, complete with... another long sleeve.

He really doesn't want you to see his arm, but why?

You quietly get dressed in the bathroom before finally confronting him.

“Do you always wear long sleeves to bed?” When what you actually wanted to ask was, ‘do you always wear long sleeves, or just when I'm around?’ You sincerely hope it's not the latter.

He stills for a brief moment as he considers his next words carefully, “It’s a me thing, if that makes sense.”

He's self-conscious around you. How could you misunderstand that?

You subconsciously touch the inverted triangle scar on your throat. “Yeah.”

Only problem is, you’ve never been self-conscious to show them your insecurities. On the other hand, it seems like all they've ever done is hide, well, everything from you. 

Jason’s the one who signals you over.

You lose your train of thought immediately as you crawl in between the two of them for the second night in a row. You can't help but blush, thinking back to your earlier activities on their bed. You hope neither of them notices, but know it’d be hard not to see your embarrassment when you're all currently this close.

Jason turns off the light but doesn’t move to face the wall this time. Your stomach flips when he elects to face you and Roy, watching with his unreadable emerald eyes as Roy pats at your hip for you to lie down, too. You oblige easily. 

Roy quickly wraps himself around you and hisses when his legs come into contact with your own, “Fucking reptiles, man, I swear.” 

Jason’s gaze hasn’t left yours since turning around, leaving you to shrink into Roy’s firm stomach self-consciously. It’s only as he’s wrapping his arms around you that you produce a shaky exhale under Jason’s continued scrutiny. 

If your visit with Damian taught you anything, it's that you need things to be clear.

Even though Roy's arms are around you, you want to be sure.

“Is this okay with you?” You don’t want any more miscommunications. After all, look what that's done for you over the years.

“Is that why you’re looking at me like I’m going to hit you?”

“Am not,” you gulp lightly at his question.

He sighs, “Of course it is, babe. We wouldn't offer otherwise. Now, get some sleep.”

He doesn’t shut his eyes, though, so you continue to stare back, not exactly sure of what's happening between the two of you. Not even a minute later, Roy begins to snore into your hair. 

You and Jason silently laugh, causing heat to bust across your cheeks at the intimacy of the situation. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to being spoiled like this, but god, are you enjoying every millisecond of it.

“Go to sleep,” Jason whispers your name.

Your heart flutters, but you do obey. You close your eyes and obey, stirring only slightly when he shifts closer so his breath gently fans across your forehead.

You get the best night of sleep you’ve ever had.

A/N: drops this and runs yall lmaooo

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On Rotting Planks

Part Six of The Pirate!AU. MDNI 18+, CW: some crass language, blood, death, and remnants of the smut from the last chapter. (We finally get back to sea!) ~3.5k words

The rest of the night passes as a blur of whispers and in bursts of stars. Jason doesn't let you rest until the candles have long since burned to the wicks, leaving nothing but stumps of wax.

Your bath was seemingly good for nothing, as he covers your skin in sloppy kisses, makes your body shine with sweat, leaves your thighs, and the bed covered in a mix of his and your releases. You try to lose yourself in him, in desperation.

But it's hard to ignore what's between you when his steady, gentle hands tighten around your thighs. When he crawls up your body to settle his hips against yours.

When he tells you he knows you wanted to get caught. That a city only a day and a half ride from the nearest port could have never really hid you from him for long.

You rake your nails over his back, catching scars, in an almost desperate attempt to get him to stop talking. He doesn't, not until his voice is raw with words of devotion and love and heavy feelings you don't know how to hold in your heart.

He doesn't fuck you into the sheets. He does something you would argue worse. He makes love to you. Over and over until your brain is mush and all that exists is him and the idea that he loves you.

Only then does he kiss your eyelids and entwine your limbs together. Only then does he let you sleep.

You don't wake until sunlight bathes the room in a warm, golden glow of dawn. Your husband snores softly, arm thrown over your waist. His face is relaxed, and he looks so much like he did back when you were first married, hair falling into his eyes and lips slightly parted.

The thought drives you out of bed, almost stumbling over yourself to get dressed. You're lacing your shoes and tugging on your cloak when Jason calls your name.

Your head whips towards him, but he doesn't seem bothered to see you dressed.

He lounges lazily on the bed, eyes half open, "You should wear the pin, treasure."

You hesitate, but it's a simple request. So, you pull the silver rose out of the pocket of your cloak, and fasten it to your hair. You leave the room without another word. You're confused that he lets you do this, that he doesn't offer any sign of resistance.

At least you are until you get to the exit of the inn and an arm drapes itself over your shoulder, "Going somewhere, Sweetheart?"

You shouldn't be as excited to see Roy Harper as you are. You hadn't realized you'd missed his easy-going smile so much, that it almost distracts you from the fact that he's guiding you away from the door and to one of the tables scattered around the inn.

"Harper," You breathe out, eyes darting for the rest of the crew, "I was only– I was going to look for an apothecary." It's the truth, you weren't planning on going far. You had only wanted something to prevent any accidents that may befall from last night.

His hands settle on your shoulders as he guides you to sit down in a chair, the rest of Jason's crew smiling and continuing their conversations without missing a beat.

"No need to worry about that. Just get comfortable, I'll get you your favorite for breakfast," Roy chirps, not acknowledging your attempt to leave at all. You stare after him as he saunters off.

It's disorienting, how they're acting, including you like this is an everyday occurrence. It's like your months away from them never happened. That it's just another morning enjoying food that's not from the ship's galley.

You've hardly gotten to center yourself when the inn falls to hushed whispers. Your eyes trail to stairs as Jason swaggers down into the dining area. He grins when his eyes land on you.

It's not the sight of his fabled dark red tricorn hat that makes your breath catch. It's not even the way his long overcoat seems to sweep across the room that pulls the air from your lungs.

No, it's the sight of red and purple marks bitten into his skin that makes your eyes go wide and your face feel hot. He didn't even attempt to try to hide them. If anything, he looks smug as he settles in the seat next to yours, resting his arm on the back of your hair.

"Jason, your neck," You hiss immediately, looking between his crew and him. They seem to be pointedly ignoring the telltale signs of you mauling their captain last night.

He seems to just grin wider at your embarrassment, "My love, I'd let you leave all the marks you desired on my skin, just so that I may carry you with me."

You laugh, out of pure disbelief, "You cannot be serious."

"It's a pleasure to hear you laugh, treasure, even better to be the cause of it," he says happily and seemingly more interested in playing with the threads of your cloak.

Roy sets down a large tray of food in front of you both before you can argue further, "Eat up, we best be leaving soon if we want to make port before noon."

He's followed by a few staff members, who place more food down around the table.

Jason haphazardly tosses a pouch of coins to the staff, and pushes a tray closer to you, "Enjoy, love."

The crew dig in, and the atmosphere of the inn relaxes for the first time since Jason appeared on the stairs. You eat slowly, too wrapped up in how easy it is to fall back into a rhythm with them.

Teasing, tales, and laughter sound around the table, and Jason's relaxed grin grows with every time you crack a smile at his crew.

You're so distracted by one of Kori's stories that you don't notice how you've fallen into step with the crew as Jason guides you towards the stables. It's not until he offers his hand to help you into your horse that you stop short.

"I wanted– I was supposed to stop somewhere," You start, trying to avoid the reason why you want to stop at the apothecary.

"All the necessities you could need are on the ship, treasure," he drawls, lifting you by your waist despite your protest, "and anything you desire we can find in the next port."

He doesn't give you a chance to argue more as he pulls himself onto his horse, and before you know it, you're on the road towards port, surrounded by Jason and crew.

They don't let you get too wrapped up in your mind, and you have a feeling it's to prevent you from planning any escapes. You're not sure how you could even escape from them, if you wanted to.

Donna has just left you in a fit of giggles, recalling how Jason had reduced a well renowned naval commander to a blubbering mess with just a point of his finger, (You're almost positive it's more fiction than fact) when the smell of the sea and the sounds of the city reach you.

The clear blue of the ocean fills your vision as your traveling party crests the hill. It feels like your heart gets tugged in your chest. You hadn't realized how much you missed the water. How much it had felt like home.

"Beautiful," Jason murmurs, as if it's only for you to hear. You turn to face him, but his gaze is already set on you. He holds your eyes for a long moment, then slowly turns to face the ocean.

You exhale shakily as you follow his lead into the city. He always seems to find a way to make your head spin.

The people mulling about the city have the same hushed awe as the patrons of the inn did. Jason– The Red Hood and his crew of Outlaws are well-known, respected, and feared.

Just the sight of his signature red leaves the crowds parting, leaving a clear route to the docks.

The closer you get to his ship the more eager he seems, you catch him drumming his fingers over the pommel of his sword, and he's off his horse as soon as you get to the docks.

"My horse," You start to ask, swinging your leg to lower yourself to the ground.

"Will be well taken care of by people we trust," he promises, threading his hand with yours to pull you towards the ship.

You let him, but it feels like your world is closing in on you. Your throat tightens, and you come to the stark realization that this is it. There's no way out, nowhere to hide.

Jason leads you right to the familiar sight of his ship, and you stop short when his boot hits the plank. You rip your hand from his, and his head snaps to you.

"I can't," You choke out, hating the panic that catches your voice.

He stares at you for a moment. It only makes your heart pound harder. He reaches for you, and you instinctively squeeze your eyes shut.

You wonder vaguely if he'll haul you over his shoulder again, the same way he dragged you from Gotham to the sea.

He doesn't.

He takes your hand gently and lifts it to his mouth, pressing a slow kiss to your knuckles.

You open your eyes in time to watch him reach into your cloak pocket and remove the shiny ring you've been keeping alongside the hair pins.

You freeze when he slides it onto your finger. "Treasure," he says quietly, "there is nothing to fear from me. From my crew. From my ship. It is yours as much as it is mine."

You are scared. You just don't think he understands of what. It's the fear that it could be perfect again. That it's so easy to believe in him and the family he's found for himself. It's the fear to trust in your marriage– in him again, only for it to all be ripped from you.

You don't know how to tell him, how to make him understand. So you follow his measured steps up the plank, and before you know it, he's shouting orders to haul in the lines, to cast off the dock, and drop the sails.

You stand at the railing the entire time, grip tight around the edge of the ship.

It rotates, who stands watch at your side. But they hover so close that you're sure that they're expecting you to jump.

You have no intention of jumping, not that you don't think you could make the swim, but more that you don't think you'd get very far before someone followed you in.

You watch the port grow smaller and smaller. It feels like something is ending, but the salt, sea air that blows at your skin is almost soothing.

You're pulled out of your thoughts when Artemis presses a telescope in your hands, "We're being followed."

You blink once, then twice, "What?"

She gestures to the ship, flying the colors of the navy off the ship's stern, "They're hardly a danger. A few months ago, they wouldn't have dreamed of–," She cuts herself off, like she's trying to save you the guilt, "You'll be safer below deck."

"Or," Roy says happily, leaning onto the railing at your side, "You can stay and watch us work."

You frown, as far as you're aware, Jason's ship is the fastest on the seas, "Can't we out run them?"

"We could," Artemis agrees, "but the captain is intent on refreshing our enemies' memories."

Roy pats your arm, "He's not called a pirate lord for nothin', Sweetheart."

"That title is ridiculous," your husband mumbles, inserting himself between you and Roy so he can hook his arm around your hip.

"It's good for inspiring fear," Artemis supplies, and you have to agree. Before you know who Red Hood was, the idea of an unbeatable pirate lord did sound foreboding.

Jason hums reluctantly, watching the naval ship grow closer, "Take over the helm, Roy." He turns his focus to you, "I'll escort you to my quarters, treasure."

"I want to stay on deck," You say quickly.

He raises an eyebrow at you, "It could be bloody, my love."

"I know," You tell him, but if you're going to be a part of this, a part of his life, this is a piece you'll have to learn.

He studies you, then gestures to Roy, "Stay with him. Keep a weapon on you."

You nod quickly, and follow Roy to the helm of the ship.

Roy doesn't question you, doesn't push, just cracks lazy jokes as the navy ship gets closer, "Commodore Bullock's been after us for years. Thinks he can get his big promotion this way. I think he's lost more ships to us than the entire navy combined."

The knowledge is reassuring, even as the ship sails parallel to Jason's, even as they shout for him to surrender.

Jason offers the sailors a wicked grin, points his pistol, and shoots. Your eyes go wide when the feathers set in the commodores hat explode into bits and pieces.

You have to stifle your giggles at how red his face gets, how he gestures wildly to Jason. Your giggles fade when the sailors start to grab ropes and swing themselves to the deck of the pirate ship.

None of the crew seems half bothered, and Roy draws his sword with all the rush of someone who just woke up from a long, relaxing nap. He offers you a dagger, but you pull your own, one you keep hidden under your clothes.

He grins at you, and turns to the approaching men. It's almost embarrassing, how easily Jason and his crew disarms and takes down the sailors.

It's like dancing, how they evade slashes of swords and duck under wide swings. They laugh as they trip their opponents, shout to each other how many they've taken out, making bets and teasing without a care.

It's almost fun to watch, until you notice how the men seem to be converging on you and Roy.

You'll be the first to admit, your little training with a knife was months ago, and Ted focused more on showing you how to throw a solid punch.

Roy seems to notice this, too, and he sets himself closer to your side, trading his sword for bullets.

But you don't quite realize how much danger you're in until a sound of wood hitting the railing draws your attention. The Commodore himself walks across the creaking plank, sword drawn and smiles dark and gleeful.

"If it isn't the Captain's whore. Quite a pretty thing. I can see why he abandoned the sea for you" he says, eyes raking over your form.

Roy, for his part, does try to get between you and Bullock. It only takes a wave of the commodore's hand to send a group of men to keep him occupied.

For as sloppy as Bullock seems to be with a sword, his years of experience outweighs yours, and terror grips your throat when he knocks your knife out of your hand.

It all happened too fast. He raises his sword, swings for your chest, and all you see is red.

The dark, telltale red of Jason's coat. He stands steadfast between you and the sword, his fingers wrapped around the blade.

You don't know if you want to cry for yourself, or over the sight of blood dripping down his hand and onto the steel.

"It seems as though the seas have forgotten how I earned my name in my absence. But do not worry, commodore, I will remind you," Jason says lowly, voice flat and full of threats.

The atmosphere on the ship shifts. Any fun and lightheartedness disappears. Silence falls, and Bullock visibly pales, stuttering out nonsense and pleas for mercy. You could only imagine what he sees. How dark Jason's eyes must be.

The commodore tries to pull his sword free, but Jason doesn't budge. A few of the sailors rush to help their commander, and then your world goes dark. Fabric covers your eyes, a bandana thrown over your head, you think, and someone pulls you back.

"You shouldn't have to see this," they murmur, and a steady hand settles on your back. It's the only thing that keeps you tethered.

You might not see what happens. But you hear it. Smell it. Iron permeates in the air. Begging and screams fill space around you.

It's a massacre.

It's evident there's no fight that the sailors can put up. There's no sounds of metal on metal, only the tearing of flesh, the thumps of bodies hitting the wooden deck.

You stay still the entire time, fingers clenched into fists, and sight obscured by the fabric throwing over your head.

Eventually, the screams fade, and are replaced by the sounds of splashes in the water. They're throwing the bodies overboard, you realize.

"Sink their ship, Harper," Jason's low voice makes your head turn. You want to speak, but the words catch in your throat.

"Aye, captain," Roy answers, and the safety of the warm hand against your back leaves.

You lower your head to stare at what you can see, the familiar wood that makes the deck of the ship. And the tips of Jason's shoes, stained with drops of blood. That's not so familiar.

"Can you walk," he asks softly.

You nod, fingers twisting into the fabric of your clothes.

"I'm sorry, my love. I would carry you but," his voice trails off. You appreciate it. You think getting blood on you right now would send you spiraling.

He offers you his hand, carefully holding it out to where you can see it.

It's the hand he didn't use to catch the sword, you notice, and it's surprisingly clean of any blood. You take it, and he squeezes gently, as if he's trying to reassure you.

He carefully leads you away from the helm, off the deck, and to his quarters. He helps you sit at the edge of his bed, "I'll be right back, treasure."

You nearly laugh. You're back where it all started. You hear him rustling in the closet, and then hear a door open and close.

You tug the bandana off your head. The room is empty for the moment, and you start to fidget with the ring on your finger.

You're not alone for long, Jason returns freshly changed and not a drop of red on him.

"Are you hurt," he questions immediately, walking over to kneel at your feet.

You want to laugh again at how familiar this all is. You shake your head instead and reach for his hand, prepared to see a deep, nasty cut from when he caught the sword. You're ready to clean it, to bandage it, to apologize for being a poor fighter.

But when you lift his hand, there's only a fresh scar.

"What–" You breathe out, the shock of seeing his hand nearly completely healed, pulling you out of your dazed state.

He winces, "I wasn't– I haven't told you the whole truth. About what happened to me."

You drop his hand, hurt flashing across your features, "What?"

He starts slowly, avoiding your gaze, "I didn't know how to tell you. Back when– when I was captured, I died."

"Died," You echo, almost hollow.

He nods a little and looks up at you, "Died. The League, the people that brought me back– I don't understand it completely myself, but I– when I'm at sea, my injuries heal. No matter how major, no matter how small, wounds that should be deadly, simply turn to scars."

"What does that mean," You ask weakly.

"Nothing," he says firmly, "it means nothing. It only makes me a better captain. It only lets me protect you better."

You twist the ring in your finger faster. It makes your stomach churn. He jumped in front of you because he can't die on his ship. He threw his life around, risked everything, because there was no risk. Not for him.

You're almost relieved that he was never in any danger. But you can't shake the thought that maybe he wouldn't have done it if there were actually consequences. You know it's unfair, but the idea grows louder by the second.

"I'd like to be alone," You murmur.

His face hardens, like he can see exactly what conclusion you've come to on your face, "Treasure, whatever you're thinking–"

"Please," You don't mean to sound like you're begging, but it slips out nonetheless.

He falters, stares at you, then slowly stands, "Very well, darling. I'll send Kori to check on you."

He hesitates for a moment longer, and then he leaves.

A part of you wants to break down. A part of you wants to cry the same way you did on that wagon. But you don't.

You stare out the porthole, stare at the ring sparking on your finger. Cannons begin to fire, and you watch as the commodores ship begins to sink. And for the first time in a long time, you don't have a plan.

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the content.

yadda yadda independent roleplay blog featuring canon characters from all sorts of media. you curate the content you want to see. mature and dead dove content will be featured on this blog without tagging. pro doing whatever the hell you want since this is fiction and a hobby. two thumbs up when it comes to smut, but it comes with conditions.

the babes.

∙ work in progress character info sheet is located here. ∙ Kim Hong-jin "Horangi" — Call of Duty ∙ Piers Nivans — Resident Evil ∙ Roy Harper "Arsenal" — DC Prime Earth ∙ Cole Cash "Grifter" — DC Prime Earth ∙ Akihiro "Daken" — Marvel 616 ∙ Varro — Spartacus TV ∙ Lambert — Witcher games & books ∙ Olrox — Castlevania TV ∙ Nogitsune — Teen Wolf ∙ Ben Braeden — Supernatural TV ∙ Jin Marito — Bucchigiri ∙ Ryōmen Sukuna — Jujutsu Kaisen ∙ Getō Suguru — Jujutsu Kaisen ∙ Dean Winchester — Supernatural TV

the writer.

disgustingly older than 18. horridly older than 20. if i were under 25, i'd be a happy boy and bragging about it. male (he/him) and gay — just like all my muses. i am very friendly and open minded; i just have no interest being your bff or your therapist.

the rules.

1. one-liners and single paragraph threads bore me. gimme content. gimme details. furthermore, plotting is encouraged and is more certainly a two way street. 2. i am selective but going back and forth about being running a mutuals only blog. for now, non-followers can send in asks. 3. do not fucking reblog my headcanons and edits if we're not mutuals. reblog images and memes from the source; this really pisses me the fuck off if you fail to do so. if i tag you in something, you are, of course, free to reblog it from me. 4. i will not tag individual "triggers". the only thing i will tag is nsfw images as freaky!! this is pro-creativity zone. don't like something, do not follow me. 5. cut yer damn posts. tag yer fucking posts. i will not follow people who post excessive negativity and excessive mun images like it's twatter. 6. icons aren't guaranteed because they take god damn time. 7. i do keep up with the jujutsu kaisen manga on a weekly basis. please do not share leaks. i will tag all manga spoilers as spoiler alert! 8. when it comes to daken, i do not write him through his redemption/hero phase. he will only be portrayed as a villain here. 9. all of my muses are cis-male with the exception of the nogitsune who is sexless and genderless. 10. smut will only occur with male muses as all my muses are written as gay.. except akihiro who is technically pansexual in the canon. i used to be really loose when it came to smut and ended up getting bored, sooo there needs to be compatibility between us, the characters, and a fun plot built around doing da nasty. 11. nsfw memes can be sent by all mutuals even if we haven't written before or plotted. don't continue them as threads unless i've given you approval.

straight up i fucking love crossovers even if i'm not familiar with the fandom your character is from, i'll give you a shot if i find it vibes with what i got going on here. however there are some fandoms that i have no interest in or do not like, such as: animated disney shows, the vampire diaries, star wars, wwe.

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Tim and his Odd Brothers

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/gd82mpE by dreamsoflovingness Instead of heading to his room he had gone into Jason’s. Had buried himself in the old Robin’s sheets and screamed until his throat was raw. He had clutched the sheets to his chest so tightly the next morning he could see the bruises his fingers left behind on his chest. Maybe some part of him wanted Jason to appear, to be his Robin…his big brother maybe. And if Jason could come back so could Dick. Yet, the room stayed empty and untouched save for Tim on the bed. Those first weeks after he had alternated between Jason and Dick’s rooms. Never his own until recently. Which would change again. But he had only ever gotten in their beds, never touched anything else. Not Jason’s extensive collection of books or Dick’s stray gymnastic equipment. Yet their blankets around him gave him some sort of comfort. As if the previous Robin’s were engulfing him in their capes. So that’s where he went that night. Curled in their sheets and if he pretended long enough they would be curled around him too. ------- How Tim goes from being an only child to having three brothers who would burn the world for him. Even if they are a former-Talon, a recently resurrected Robin, and the heir of the League of Assassins. Words: 6858, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M, Other Characters: Tim Drake (DCU), Dick Grayson, Wally West, Roy Harper, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon Relationships: Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson/Wally West, Roy Harper/Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Tim Drake Needs a Hug (DCU), Tim Drake Needs Love, Tim Drake is Joker Jr., Dick Grayson is a Talon, Protective Dick Grayson, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, Protective Jason Todd, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Tim Drake's Missing Spleen, Tired Tim Drake, Protective Older Brothers, Brotherly Bonding, Aftermath of Torture, Loneliness, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Bruce Wayne Has Issues, Damian Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Good Sibling Damian Wayne, Damian Wayne Has a Heart, Protective Damian Wayne, Damian Wayne Feels, Tim Drake Cares About Damian Wayne, Court of Owls, Not Canon Compliant, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Not Beta Read read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/gd82mpE