#Adjustable Wayne Leather Jacket

[munson-blurbs]

Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries

Day 1 of TUI-Mas

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), unprotected p in v, breeding kink and lots of it, fingering, oral (f! receiving)

WC: 2k

Divider credit to @saradika

October 1998

Your head rests on Eddie’s thigh, cheek pressed against the cotton sweatpants serving as his pajamas. His fingertips dance along your shoulder in comforting circles, the other hand digging into a bag of peanut M&Ms and dropping several into his mouth at once. 

Harris is sleeping in bed, his little eyes having drifted closed halfway through his second bedtime story. You’d laughed softly, kissed his forehead, and closed the door as quietly as you could. 

On the TV screen, Phoebe Buffay prepares to give birth to triplets while Joey’s learned that his sympathy pains are actually kidney stones. 

The candy shell crunching ceases as Eddie speaks over the characters’ dialogue. “You ever think about that?” he asks, jerking his chin towards the monitor. 

“Having three babies at once?” You wrinkle your nose, tugging the fleece blanket up a bit higher. You adjust your position so you can see his chocolate-smudged lips. “Only in my nightmares.”

Eddie laughs, but his smile doesn’t quite reach his doe eyes. “N-No, just, like…having a baby?” His front teeth scrape his lower lip nervously while he awaits your response. 

You shrug. “Yeah, I mean, I definitely want to have kids with you. And I know Harris is dying for a sibling to play with,” you add teasingly, though your words are true. He’d come home from school last week claiming that his friend Joshua’s mommy was having another baby, lamenting that it wasn’t fair because Joshua already had a sister. “I can’t wait to add some more Munsons to our little family.”

“Okay, yeah,” Eddie nods, swallowing thickly. “So, um, what exactly are we waiting for?”

The question makes you sit up, pushing yourself with your palms, so you can look him in the eyes. “We’ve only been married for a few months…” you trail off, unsure what to say next, but it doesn’t matter because Eddie leans in and silences you with his lips on yours. Tiny, passionate kisses, his smile rendering him unable to draw them out longer. 

“I’m ready whenever you are,” he murmurs, nose gently bumping yours. Four fingers are tucked behind your ear, his thumb delicately grazing your cheek. “There’s no rush, ‘kay? No Baby Munsons until you’re totally on board.”

“What if I’m ready, too?” You kiss him, body buzzing with nerves just from having this conversation. An excited giggle slips out, and you drape your arms over his shoulder to straddle his waist. “What if I want to start trying?”

Eddie throws his head back and laughs; he swears he’s hit the jackpot with you. “Then I say…to hell with those pesky birth control pills.” He kisses you again, peppering them all over your face and neck. “C’mon, Sweetheart. Let’s make a baby.”

It’s a few weeks later when Eddie breezes through the apartment door after work, kicking off his Reeboks in the general direction of the hall closet. His weary expression shifts to a joyous one when he sees you walk out of the bedroom with a knowing grin on your face. 

“What’s that little smirk for, hmm?” he teases, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you towards him. An autumn chill sticks to his leather jacket; you shiver as the cold fabric brushes your bare arms. “And where’s the other troublemaker?”

“Harris is at Wayne’s for the night,” you tell him, stepping back slightly and briefly lacing your fingers with his before grabbing something from the back pocket of the jeans you immediately changed into after work. “This little line means that I’m currently ovulating,” you quickly explain, not wanting him to confuse it with another important test. 

Eddie’s grin could split his cheeks in half. “So…so that means…” his eyes shine bright with anticipation. “It’s baby-making time?”

You giggle at his phrasing. “Yes, Eddie,” you confirm through peals of laughter. “It’s baby-making time.”

Eddie’s lips crash onto yours in an instant. He groans into the kiss, hands instinctively grabbing your ass to pull you closer. Your own fingers grasp his jacket by the zipper teeth, tugging it off of his body and letting it fall to the floor unceremoniously. His hands snake underneath your sweater, eyes widening when he touches supple skin rather than the underwire of a bra.

“Mhm,” you bite your lower lip and nod, gasps of pleasure caught in your throat as his thumbs brush against your nipples, giving them a small tweak. He grins at your reaction, more than satisfied to be catching you off-guard. 

“Y’know,” he muses, not straying from your breasts, “I won’t be able to be so rough with ‘em once I knock you up. They’ll be extra sensitive, and I gotta take care of my girl.” The sweater is a hindrance, burying the treasure he so desperately desires, so you shed it without a second thought.

He stares at your bare torso for a moment, enthralled with your body even after all this time. Like a vampire lusting for blood, his teeth sink just below your areola, nipping and sucking sloppily until the underside of your breast is dripping with his saliva. “C’mere,” he growls, taking a breath and leading you into the bedroom.

You’ve never seen Eddie this hungry for you; his lips and tongue and hands trailing along your curves and leaving goosebumps in their path. It’s as though he can’t decide where to touch you and with what.

All articles of clothing–both yours and his–are long gone by the time your bodies tangle in the bedsheets. The only word you can manage is his name, so you whisper it over and over again. 

Eddie. Eddie. Eddie. 

His body towers over yours, middle finger gliding up and down your folds, gathering your slick and rubbing deliberate circles on your clit. Your trembling legs fuel his own passion, his erection flush against his tummy and leaking pre-cum. 

“You need me inside you, Sweetheart?” Eddie coos, letting his finger drift down towards your wanting hole. When you nod pathetically, unable to string together a sentence, he laughs. “I’d normally make you beg, but seeing as you’re gonna be carrying my baby, I’ll let it slide.” He lays down, hissing at the glorious pressure against his cock. “In fact, I’m gonna make sure my girl gets everything she needs tonight.”

Soft lips wrap around your swollen bud while his middle and ring fingers stretch you deliciously. You buck your hips, using his face to draw you towards what you suspect will be your first of multiple orgasms. 

The only sound lewder than your wanton moans is the schlick of his fingers pulsing in and out, soaked with your arousal. You let yourself float away, relishing in the comfort of his control. 

“F-Fuck, Eddie…” you sputter, arching your back and hooking your grasp into his curls. He smiles against your pussy as you clench around his fingers. 

“Thassit, honey.” He breaks his rhythm for a split second to encourage you, resuming his pace like he’d never stopped. Maybe it stems from his musical prowess, or maybe he simply knows your body that well. You love this man, and you swear you’ll do anything to give him a baby.

You come undone moments later, taking everything you need without hesitation. Eddie lowers you from the high and kisses down your thighs, your arousal smeared on his pursed lips.

“Need you to do me a favor,” he says, shifting his body so his eyes gaze directly into yours, pupils blown out with lust. “Need you to bend your legs and hold onto your knees. Can you do that for me, Sweetheart?”

You nod, bringing your knees to your chest and hugging them tight. Eddie’s breath hitches, taking in the view of you, glistening and on display just for him.

“Fuckin’...perfect…” he groans, running his hardened length along you, slowly pushing in. “Gettin’ to watch your pretty pussy cream my cock…shit…’s my favorite fuckin’ sight, I swear.” He grips your hips so tightly that it pinches a bit, pain indistinguishable from pleasure.

He’s entranced in a way you haven’t seen before, despite the multitude of times he’s already had you in this position. Your eyes fill with emotion when the realization hits: you and Eddie could make a baby right now. A little being that’s half-him and half-you. 

“‘S everything okay?” he asks, one hand moving from your waist to gently brush away a rogue tear slipping down your cheek.

“Mhm,” you answer, laughing and crying at the same time. “I’m just really happy that this is for real. No more pretending; we’re actually doing this to expand our family.”

Eddie swoops down to kiss you, a few soft pecks punctuated with a long, intimate embrace. “I love you so much.” He says it as a promise, not a simple statement. “You’re mine and I’m yours, and I never want you to forget that.” He resumes thrusting, pulling almost all the way out and leaving just the tip inside you, before sinking back in. The movement draws a whine from deep within you, and he wears it as a badge of honor. “That’s my girl, my sweet girl, gonna have my baby.”

Sweat trickles down the bridge of his nose and drips onto your chest between your breasts. He bites his lip in determination. “Shit, ‘m close already,” he mumbles, smiling as he adds, “kinda wish I didn’t have to cum so we could stay like this, but, uh, that would defeat the purpose, huh?”

Your eyes crinkle at the corners as you giggle, which only further spurs him on. “You get tighter when you laugh, fuck, babe.” But he’s laughing with you, stopping for a second to get his bearings. “I gotta stay focused! Trying to make a baby over here!” His palms flex on your knees before gripping them again.

“I’m sorry!” You’re not, and neither is he, the two of you soaking in the comfort of being with the person you trust completely and love wholeheartedly. 

“Okay, okay,” he says, wiping perspiration from his brows with the back of his hand. “Let’s get back on track.” His thrusts resume slowly as he once again grows harder within your walls, gradually quickening in pace. 

Everything is overwhelming; the way he feels inside you, the sweetly possessive hold he has on his legs, the unexpected comedic interlude, the potential to create a new life. Passion sweeps you up into its embrace and you come with a strained cry of your husband’s name. 

“Want your baby, Eddie. Please.”

Eddie’s brown eyes shine at your desperate plea. He nears his own climax, hair sticking to his forehead and his guitar pick necklace thumping against his chest. “‘M right there, Sweetheart; you’re milking my cock so good.” His biceps tremble as he gives a final few pistons of his hips, spilling into you harder than he ever has before. “Fuck, gonna give you a baby, take it.” 

You shiver when he growls the last two words, savoring the movements until they abruptly stop. With panting breaths, Eddie slides out of you. 

“Don’t move,” he gently commands, holding up one finger and using the other hand to hold his softening dick. He scrambles for a free pillow and tucks it underneath your hips. “Helps ‘em swim faster,” he sheepishly explains. “Or, like, hit their target a little better.”

“Hit their target?” You ask through a bemused grin. “Is that the proper medical terminology?”

Eddie rolls his eyes playfully, returning to the bed and nuzzling into you. His frizzy curls tickle your chin when he rests his head on top of one breast. You both lay in comfortable silence for a few minutes before he speaks again. 

“Can’t wait to see if it worked,” he muses while fighting a yawn. “Whatever happens, it felt special, y’know?”

You know. Your hand flutters over your abdomen; Eddie drapes his over yours soon after. The two of you fall asleep wrapped up in one another and an intoxicating blanket of hope. 

--

[i-yap]

Hi there! LOVE your thoughts on Jason like truly i <3 clingy Jason!!!!! What do you think a relationship would be like between Jason and a corporate baddie? Like she's serious, career-driven, and almost viciously ambitious, but for him? a total softie!! Like they just melt for each other despite the fact that they both put up a tough exterior to others!!

Omg i love that , here are my headcanons -

Jason todd x corporate baddie!y/n

I think the time schedules would be a mess. She works 9-5 and he 'works' 9pm-5am. But since she is a really career driven woman, I can see her sort of completing her extra or personal work/ international calls etc from the time that jason is vigilanting and therefore cutting her shift from like 9-3 or something similar. Since she gets all her work done, no one can say a word and honestly no one would dare to either way. Relstionship is about compromise and I think jason will cut down his vigilante time to get home to his stressed worker bee.

Jason prolly cant sleep without her so while she is at her job, he is working out or doing his other stuff. They catch up on sleep after her shift . This means afternoon cuddles !!( Ofc I am firm believer that jason should with time leave crime fighting and become an English professor )

I also love how most of her coworkers thinks she is prolly dating a Submissive type of guy or like a really serious professional dude cause she is so scary and strict . But then Jason- 6 feet something, huge asf, leather jacket, tattoos(maybe) and motorcycle dude walks in bringing her lunchbox( that looks so tiny in his hand). Yea now they're even more scared.

And I think everyone from jason's side also assumed that he'd either get a super cute-sy girl that will "fix him" or another vigilante girl that'll " make him worse". But he walks in with this poised, smart hardworking no nonsense woman and everyone's like DAMN

Damian loves you probably. He doesn't get how todd wooed you, like he thinks todd is a doofus. For once you are a normal (non crime fighting) girl that his brother is dating who is this career driven and also treats his brother properly. He loves talking business with you ( there was this scene where he figures out who is stealing money by looking at the finances at wayne enterprises) . and for once someone doesn't take him for a kid and actually wants to listen to pointers that he has. Tim prolly also loves talking to you about business cause he is a CEO too same thing for bruce.

Power couple fr.

but once you too get home...yea no one recognizes you.

Jason loves the fact that you show your soft side only to him. He has never been someones first choice in anything and this makes him feel so much more loved and cherished. and vice versa applies to you

he loves taking care of you after your long ass workday, helping you just be vulnerable and drop the whole tough act and be human. you do the same for him once he comes back at night. Just taking care of each other the way you guys need.

And you can bet jason knows how to be your biggest supporter. big raise? promotion? or just a good presentation?? He is genuinely excited for you.

Will give you back rubs when you've been sitting on the desk the whole day

will cook you brunch/snacks for when you come back and you will cook him breakfast/dinner for when he does .

it will take some compromise and adjustments but its all worth it and no price at all for loveeee.

[ledalasombra]

The Granddaughter - Chapter 2: family

"Tikki, I'll have to talk to Sass later about this. Honestly, I didn't expect my grandfather…" Marinette spoke as she saw Tikki stopping in front of the mirror. The little Kwami smiled sympathetically. "I don't have time for that right now. Later…" 

"I'm sure Sass will be able to explain this better. But it's not the right time, don't get your head in spiral right now… Let's go so you won't be late." She said returning to the pocket of the jacket she was initially.

Marinete took a deep breath, compartmentalizing the problem and leaving it in the back of her mind for her to solve later, leaving the bathroom afterwards.

Damian was not having a good day. First, he failed to rest properly. He had arrived from a trip a few hours ago and, to avoid jet lag, he chose not to sleep. He tried to take Titus for a walk and ended up having to dodge some paparazzi when leaving the park and, to top it off, his father had informed him that he was forbidden to initiate any investigation during his classes at the university. Definitely not the best of his days. After feeding Titus and Alfred the cat, Damian went downstairs to see if Alfred needed any help when he found a woman in the hallway, automatically putting himself in an alert position, looking around and observing the person in front of him. She had a short, athletic build and was dressed in dark jeans with dark red heeled boots. She wore a leather jacket the same shade as her boots with her hair in a French braid.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Damian spoke sharply, seeing her tense up as soon as she heard his voice. He took a step forward, watching her step back, looking him up and down.

As soon as Marinete left the bathroom she heard a male voice, getting alert immediately. She turned slowly, getting into a defensive position, watching the man in front of her. He was tall, with obvious muscles and he was glaring at her? She didn't try to decipher or understand what was going on at the moment. She watched him approach, simultaneously taking a step back, hearing him speak again.

"I'll repeat it just this once. Who are you and what are you doing here?"

Marinette looked at him, frowning then taking another step back and adjusting her posture. She began to observe the corridor they were in, the objects and everything she could take advantage of at the moment, hearing the kitchen door open behind her.

Alfred had just finished talking to Bruce and was leaving to find Marinette when he heard a voice in the hallway. He left quickly, watching the interaction between Damian and Marinette, both in defensive positions.

"Master Damian, I'm sure I taught you how to treat visitors well." He spoke, seeing both relax. "Marinette, my dear, let me introduce Master Damian, son of Master Bruce. Damian, this is my granddaughter, Marinette" he said putting a hand on his granddaughter's shoulder who gave a slight smile towards her grandfather "she will be starting classes at Gotham University, just like you."

"I didn't know you had a granddaughter Alfred. I'm sorry for my earlier behavior miss." He spoke, extending his hand towards her.

Marinette looked him up and down, her face relaxing giving a light smile. "Nice to meet you. It's not specifically a secret, but we like to keep that information to ourselves." She paused, turning her attention to her grandfather. "I need to go now Alfred, but I'll call you so we can finish our earlier conversation."

"I'll accompany you to the bike, my dear. This way…" Alfred said, indicating the way for her to follow him. "Dinner will be served in 15 minutes. I suggest you get organized and head over there."

"Have a good night Mr. Wayne, Damian" the young woman said, nodding slightly, following her grandfather towards the door. She hugged the older one tightly as soon as they reached the vehicle, picking up the helmet next. She put her purse in the bike's compartment, turning her attention back to her grandfather. "I'll text you when I get to the restaurant and as soon as I get home, okay?" She spoke with her helmet visor open, looking at him.

"Be careful on the way. I'll wait for your message and I'll call you tomorrow. Take care of yourself, please sweetheart."

"I Will" Marinette gave a slight smile, seeing a motorcycle approaching and stopping beside her. She squeezed Alfred's hand in such a way as to reassure him that she would be fine, getting on the bike next, listening to the man beside her talking to her grandfather.

"Good night Alfie!" He said, stopping beside Alfred, looking at Marinette on the bike as he crossed his arms. "It's a beautiful bike, fast, powerful and with beautiful curves." he spoke looking at the black Kawasaki with red details and then at the woman.

Marinette's eyes widened, shaking her head and laughing lightly. "Thank you, I guess?" she spoke towards Jason, turning her attention to Alfred "I Will wait for your call tomorrow Alfred." She spoke starting the bike and heading to the exit, leaving towards the restaurant where she would meet her uncle.

"Who was she Alfred?" Jason asked, following the butler into the house.

"I'll explain later Master Jason, for now go call everyone I'll serve dinner." he replied heading towards the kitchen. About fifteen minutes later, the table was already set when the members of the house started to arrive and help themselves afterwards.

"So Alfred, the young lady who was talking to you in the doorway a few minutes ago, she was leaving when I arrived..." Jason started to speak when he was cut off by Tim.

"Did anyone come here today?" Tim said taking the cell phone and looking at the security cameras, seeing Stephanie leaning over him.

"Wow, she's pretty!" Stephanie said. "Who is she?"

"You didn't see her on the bike outside. The curves… of the bike!" He said looking at the butler who was a grandfather figure to everyone at the table "Could you do the honors and introduce her?" He said seeing the image on the cell phone and then passing it to Dick, seeing Damian smirk.

Alfred just sighed, coughing lightly. " The young woman who was here a little while ago is my granddaughter Marinette Pennyworth Dupain-Cheng. She lived with her adoptive parents and moved a little while ago because she will start studying at Gotham University" he finished talking seeing Jason widen his eyes " I would greatly appreciate Master Jason that you would be very careful how you speak of my granddaughter." He spoke seeing Damian smile while the others laughed.

"I didn't know Julia had a daughter Alfred. The last time you mentioned her was fifteen years ago" Dick said as soon as he managed to control his laughter.

"You have a daughter and a granddaughter? How did I not know that?" Tim commented by looking at Dick once he finished talking about Julia.

Alfred stopped eating, placing the cutlery he used on the table. He heard his own phone vibrate, glanced at it briefly and checked the message that Marinette was at the restaurant. He took a deep breath and was a little relieved, seeing Tim's curious look, then speaking. " Julia, my daughter, was born from a relationship I had after the war. She and her husband passed away 15 years ago and left a 4 year-old daughter, Marinette. As you may remember, Gotham and the mansion could not be considered the best places at the time to raise a child who needed all the stability of a family. Julia had already expressed her wish that, should anything happen to her, Marinette should stay with her honorary brother Tom Dupain. After we talked later of the incident we thought it best to leave her in a more stable environment."

"I'm so sorry Alfred. I didn't know you had to give up your family again for… us." Dick spoke, then looked at his father.

"Don't worry about it Master Dick. In return I expect you to do me a favor and I've already requested the same thing from your father. I hope each of you will respect her privacy. She doesn't deserve , after everything that's happened to her in the last few years, that none of you start tearing her life apart as is usually done with most people who pass through here. This is a personal request."

"Can you give us an overview of her?" Tim asked, looking at his grandfather thoughtfully "I'm not going to search her, but it's good to know the basics so that if something happens we can act."

"She lived most of her life in Paris, despite being born in London. She lived the last years under Hawkmorth's regime" he sighed "she trained with an old friend to know how to defend herself during the period she was in Paris"

"Is that why she reacted defensively to my presence?"

"Yes Master Damian. Even in a safe environment, some habits are difficult to change. She is a fashion designer and will start at Gotham University. Her adoptive parents knew Julia for many years and own a bakery in Paris. Anything else I believe is unnecessary."

"And how is she doing after all these years, after everything that's happened?" Bruce asked concerned.

"She's getting better, but it will take some time for her to recover." Alfred paused looking at everyone at the table. They were his family too, but he had to make it clear what he thought. "Bruce, you know that I consider you a son, that I raised you as if you were my blood, and that I consider all of you as my family after all the years that have passed. However, I want you to understand that Marinette is also my family, my blood. She is all that I have left of Julia and I hope you have the same consideration for her that you have for me. You will realize with time that, even though we were far away from each other, she is much more like me than you think."

"Don't worry Alfred. I believe everyone will comply with your request." Bruce spoke, which led the members of the table to immediately agree. "To the other family members who are not present, I will speak in person and I hope everyone waits for me to speak with each one before commenting anything."

Dinner continued in a leisurely fashion with quiet conversation about Alfred's relationship with the family.

"Before everyone leaves, tomorrow we will have three guests at home. I expect everyone present to be at their best behavior" Bruce spoke shortly after dinner ended.

"Great…" complained Damian, being cut off immediately by Alfred

"And who should we expect tomorrow Master Bruce?" Alfred asked, getting up to clear the table.

Bruce sigh, looking at his sons "Jagged is in town. He said he's bringing his design with him and his wife"

@sknerd101 @kathygene @waffleyunsure @nightfallsthings @taewinterbear95 @occulta-lacrimarum13

[riddle-me-ri]

What if one of the versions of Oswald who had a hard time because of their looks say tas maybe woke up one morning with the body of telltale Oz?

A/N: Oof–aww poor BTAS Ozzie, he’s in for the shock of his life. It’s funny cause I’d imagine versions like Arkhamverse or Reevesverse would absolutely despise the arrogant shithead that is Telltale Oz. However, for those like BTAS, he’d definitely be a threat and envious of Telltale Oz. Gotham and Telltale would just butt heads, TNBA and One Bad Day would be indifferent to Telltale.

Trigger Warnings: none I don't think, slight angst for sure cause BTAS Ozzie is going through a rough time

Word Count: 1.0 k

BTAS Penguin (with Telltale Penguin) - Freaky Friday

Have you ever tossed and turned in bed…your eyes aren’t open yet but something’s not right. Your eyes are moving, but still blocked by your eyelids, you can hear noises, and feel the blankets on your body…and something felt wrong. 

Oswald just knew something was different. Something…was off. He almost didn’t want to wake up, but he couldn’t get rid of the nagging sensation that something was different and he had to figure it out. 

Oswald slowly opened his eyes…things were blurry at first, but once he adjusted he sat up in bed and looked around. 

This was not his studio apartment. 

More like a rundown hole in the wall of an apartment. That was the first shock of the morning. Until he realized something else…when did he get so tall?

He looked down and gasped at the absence of his belly, he reached out to touch his now toned abs only to be met with another surprise. His hand…fingers…they weren’t webbed together by skin. He had all five fingers, he looked down at his new hands, flipping them and gripping them feeling the joints move individually.

This is not his body…this isn’t him, but if not him then who is it?

He hopped out of bed–the height difference even more alarming. He had to be an easy six feet tall or so instead of his four foot nine self. He scurried around until he found a small bathroom with barely room for a shower, toilet, and sink. 

Oz felt his heart stop as he noticed…this face…this wasn’t his face. 

His nose was normal, if not slightly crooked, whoever this man was must have gotten into a lot of scraps. It wasn’t long and pointy like his. His long black hair was replaced by soft short auburn hair with a slight curled bang slightly dangling on his forehead. 

This face…while rugged, is handsome…

Wait…where was his monocle? Well, he can see without it but..where…

It was gone, just like everything else. His looks, his birds, his home… 

Home…oh God, was he still even in Gotham?

He ran over to the nearest window and shucked open the blinds. After adjusting to the light…he could see Wayne Tower up ahead, and the bustling city surrounding it. 

Okay, I’m still in Gotham…or some form of it anyway… 

As much as he despised the Wayne's…it was comforting to see something even remotely familiar to him. 

Now to deduce who this man’s body actually belongs to. Oswald went rummaging through bedside drawers, wardrobes, and even cupboards. He was able to find a measly wallet, barely held together by the worn out leather. 

His newly developed fingers ran cold as he was given another shock to his system. He recognized the man’s photo on his driver’s license, it was the man’s body…but his name. 

Cobblepot

Oswald Chesterfield

No, no, no, no, no! T-This can’t be happening! This isn’t me?! 

Oswald walked backwards until his body hit the tiled bathroom walls. He slid down to the floor. Heart pumping, nerves raving, and chest heaving. 

He kept forcing his eyes shut, hoping that every time he opened them back up everything would resort back to normal. Unfortunately, he wasn't that lucky. 

Oswald has to do something, there has to be another fellow rogue around. If the city was the same and his name was the same…surely. He got up and tried to get dressed, he sneered at the man whose body he's possessing lack of proper clothing. 

A shirt, jeans, and black jacket will just have to do. He took a deep breath and walked towards the door. Oz looked down, seeing how all five digits wrapped around the doorknob. 

Oz doesn't think he'd ever get used to having all five fingers. 

Maybe some fresh air will set me straight. It was down right stuffy in that box of a home.

Oswald felt like an infant learning to walk again. He…he didn't have to make mind for his weight shifting him from side to side causing his dreadful waddle. He can walk normally. 

No, no, no…this can't be happening…

He tried to push forward, walked his way out the door, down the staircase and out of the complex. Once his feet hit the pavement, he froze for a moment. 

Oswald tried to start walking. He didn't have a real destination in mind…he may need to grab a map just in case. It may be Gotham but for all he knows it could be like him, extremely different yet the same. 

I don't know who this-this poser is but he's not…me! He can't be! I'm a freak! 

A freak…a sideshow freak…a laughing stock. People took pleasure in his misery so he sought to do the same.

Not this…strange lanky rugged street fighter type. As Oswald continued to walk along the sidewalk, he didn't fail to notice how some people gave him a nod of acknowledgment. 

How some girls coyishly stole glances at him. They smirked and winked at him in interest. 

One even had the courage to come up to him. "Hey there, handsome.." she smiled. 

"Um, hello there–"

Oh no…his voice…was also different. He sounded younger, but with an English accent but with zero diction to what he had before.

Has everything changed but my name?!

"Oohh I adore the accent…spent some time overseas? What the hell brought you back to–"

"I-I'm sorry but I really must be going! Have a good day!"

Oswald picked up his pace and walked away from the moment. Taking a huge gulp of air at yet another change. 

For as long as he remembered he wanted to be accepted. To belong somewhere and have people engage with him.

Now here he was with his name but a more conventionally attractive appearance. People actually looked at him and acknowledged him. Women were actively seeking his attention and tried to even have a go at him.

He despised this. He loathed this. 

How could it be…that even with his appearance gone and replaced with one more…widely accepted…and he was clearly being more accepted by various members of society. 

Oswald still felt extremely misplaced. 

[jackleathers]

Adjustable Wayne Leather Jacket

Is vintage, heritage or retro your style? Then you’ll love the Held 52021.47 *Wayne*. Of course, this thick cowhide jacket, with eye-catching stripes, has everything you could wish for in a modern leather jacket.

Comfort/features:

Adjustable at the hip

All-round connection zipper

Comfort collar with soft edge

2 outside pockets

2 inside pockets 1 document pocket

Protection:

Removable shoulder and elbow soft protectors

Elbow protectors are height-adjustable

ISO 4916 safety seams at the impact points

Optional: SUPER SHIELD back protector can be retrofitted

[thealtoduck]

Being the son of Superwoman and being moved to another Earth…

Batfamily x Male Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: After defeating the crime syndicate, the justice league is left with a super powered problem…

(A/n: A bit short but i’m happy with it.)

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The Crime Syndicate had fallen, all the members had been defeated. Yet Bruce Wayne couldn’t relax he was stuck on something Superwoman had told him ”You better send someone to care for my son, after all you just took his father from him”. (Spoiler: If you haven’t seen the movie here is some context Batman make Owlman go BOOMBAYAH)

So Bruce returned to the place where Superwoman lived and found a young boy that was somewhat older than Damian. ”You look like my dad” he had told the man dressed like a bat. When he told the boy what had happened to his parents he was suprised and heartbroken to see he looked somewhat relieved. ”But what happens to me?” the young boy then asked a bit scared.

Bruce then took of the Batman cowl and suggested ”You could come with me?”. ”Really?” you asked. ”Really” he confirmed with a small smile. ”What’s your name kid?” Bruce asked. ”Y/n Wayne-Batson but i usually just go by Y/n Batson” you answered.

”Nice to meet you, Y/n, I’m Bruce”.

Later…

Adjusting from one Earth to a another wasn’t as hard as it might sound or well… the person who is your mom on your earth being your age on this earth was a strange thought but… what can you do?

When you were moved into Wayne Manor the reactions were ranged from welcoming, suspicious(Jason, Stephanie, Cassandra and Tim) and full on against it(Damian). Bruce, Alfred, Dick and Barbara were all really welcoming tho.

They warmed up to you soon though cause they realised even though you were raised by two psychos you were still an little angel.

Bruce started doing some simple tests on you to see what powers you had and what limits you had. You had the same powerset as your mother which included super-strength, super-durability, flight, etc…

So after getting a costume you took up the name ”Wonder Boy” to distance yourself slightly from your mother’s name + they already had like one or two Superboy’s so you didn’t wanna create more confusion.

Diana was quite flattered that you picked ”Wonder Boy” and started helping in training you since you had the same powers as her. She’d never tell anyone but she has quite the soft-spot for you.

Once Jason and Damian warmed up to you they became the unofficial Y/n protection squad.

Jason would always pick you up from school before Alfred could get there so he could make sure people were nice to you. But also so that no guy would dare ask you out while your scary looking brother dressed in a leather jacket and smoking a cigarette was there.

Damian would follow you around the hallways in school for the same reason.

[hope-for-the-best-98]

When You Feel Insecure (Eddie Munson X Reader)

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Summary: Eddie helps you when you're feeling insecure about yourself.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: SMUT (18+ only), fingering, piv, mirror sex, dirty talk, drabble heavily implies reader has insecurities about her appearance. (Please let me know if I have missed anything).

A/N: Work's been pretty hectic right now, so not writing as much as I want. But I am still (very slowly) making progress with the next chapter of Study Sessions, so please don't think I've abandoned it! But enjoy this little smutty drabble that has been taking up my brain the last week or so. I've discovered I am very out of practice with writing smut, so please be gentle with me...

You bought the dress months ago, a pretty off-the-shoulder red number that you fell in love with straight as you saw it in the store window. You only needed a few words of encouragement from Eddie to take the leap and buy it. 

Red’s your colour, sweetheart. And I think it would look really good on the floor of my bedroom, and your bedroom, my van too…

But now as you stand in front of your mirror, adjusting the neckline and trying to pull the bottom of it past your knee, you feel… Wrong in it. You’re thinking this would be the one, the confidence booster you have been craving for the last couple of days. You didn’t want to wear a basic pair of trousers and a blouse for Wayne’s birthday meal. You want to make an effort, look nice in something that wasn’t your work uniform or a band shirt you wear to Eddie’s gigs. You just want to feel beautiful. Something to make you feel right in your skin again. 

You hear a knock at the door and you wipe under your eyes to catch the unshed tears before they fall. “Come in.”

Eddie pushes the door open slowly, presenting you with that shit eating grin like he always does. He’s even made an effort to look presentable for the dinner. Dressed all in black, wearing his signature leather jacket that you steal at any chance you get. “Hey, baby. You nearly ready to go?”

“Yeah, I’m just…” You sigh quietly, pulling at the fabric hugging your waist. “Finishing up.”

He nods his head, wolf whistling at you as he approaches. “You look perfect, Angel. We’ve gotta meet Wayne at the restaurant in like twenty minutes, so if you’re nearly ready-”

“I know, Eddie!”

“Hey, hey…” He soothes, gripping your bare shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

You shrug him off, turning away from him as you reach back for the zipper. “I hate how I look in this stupid dress. I don’t know why I bought it.”

“You’re kidding, right? Like, you’re totally fucking with me? Is this like a boyfriend test or something?”

You glare at him over your shoulder. “Just help me with the zipper. I need to…” You trail off, looking at your clothes scattered across your bedroom floor. “Find something else to wear. ”

You turn to face the mirror as he steps behind you, sighing quietly as you feel his fingers on the back of your dress. You wait for him to unzip it the rest of the way, but instead he pulls the zip back up and pats your back.

“Eddie, we don’t have time for this-”

He shushes you, pulling your hair back so he can kiss your neck. “We’ll make time. Now, just listen to me. Really listen to me.” He looks at you in the reflection of the mirror. “Got it?”

You huff, but lean back into him anyway. “Fine.”

You see him smile into your neck before trailing his lips up to your jaw. “Good. Now look at yourself in the mirror.”

You turn your head to look at him, your brow furrowing as you chew on your bottom lip. You’re not sure why you suddenly feel so nervous, especially in front of Eddie. The person who you trust, confide in, who looks at you like you’re the only person that matters. But you sometimes struggle with being vulnerable, even with the people you can be vulnerable with. Especially on days like these, when you just wanna crawl into a hole and be forgotten about.

Eddie notices your hesitation and he kisses you gently. “Please?”

“Okay.” You whisper, turning to face the mirror and catching Eddie’s eye in the reflection.

“Not me.” He mumbles into your ear, a hand reaching up to grip your jaw gently. “You.”

You reluctantly meet your own eyes in the mirror and sigh.  “Now what?”

“I don’t like it when you think about yourself like this. Do you know how beautiful you are?”

You feel your cheeks start to burn from the simple words. “Eddie-“

His runs his thumb across your bottom lip, silencing you. “I’m so lucky to have you, you know that, right? Make me the luckiest guy in the world. And you’re so fucking… Hot.”

He slides his hand down your neck slowly, and slips it into the neckline of your dress, his fingers grazing the top of your strapless lace bra. “Fuck, you wearing a treat under here for me later, huh?”

You bite your lip, trying to stifle your moan as his fingers graze against one of your pebbled nipples. “Was suppose to be a surprise.”

“Jesus Christ.” He groans into your ear, pulling his hand out of your dress and placing it back on your waist. “Matching pair of panties under there too?”

“M-maybe you should check…”

“Yeah, maybe I should.” His hands run down your waist, his knees bending slightly as he touches the inside of your thighs. He grips the bottom of your dress, bunching it up in his hands and pulling it up slowly. “Hold it up for me, sweetheart.”

You do it with no hesitation, your shaky hands holding it against your stomach as you and Eddie make eye contact in the mirror. “Fuck, black lace? All for me?”

“All for you.” You whisper, gasping quietly as his hand dips into the lace fabric of your underwear, zeroing in on your clit almost instantly.  You gasp, reaching down to grab onto his wrist. “Oh fuck.”

“God, you’re already wet. Drenching my fingers and I’ve barely even touched you yet. That’s so hot, baby, so fucking hot. I wish you knew how beautiful you are all the time. In the mornings, in your work uniform,” he moans quietly into your ear, “when you wear one of my shirts and nothing else.”

Your chest is pounding, feeling anxious and heated at the same time. You have been on edge all day, but with each swipe of Eddie’s fingers, the frustration seems to melt away, a blinding pleasure that leaves you gasping taking its place.

“I just- sometimes-“ You whimper as he presses down harder, his rough fingers rubbing your clit in a clockwise motion. “Sometimes I just don’t… Feel good in my skin. That maybe you won’t… Find me attractive on days like these.”

“Just feel what you do to me, baby.” He grabs your hand and presses into the obvious bulge in his jeans. “Drive me crazy. Like you put a damn spell on me or something. And I think if I don’t fuck you right now, I might just die.”

“But-“ You bite back a moan as he easily slides his middle finger into your cunt, his thumb rubbing against your clit. “The dinner…”

“I’ll be quick, baby. Promise. You’re soaked already. Won’t take long.”

You nod, your head falling back onto his shoulder. “Bed?”

“I think we should stay right here. The dress is staying on too.” He presses a wet kiss into your cheek before reaching down to unbuckle his belt. “Hands on the mirror, and keep them there. Condom?”

You do as he says, hands resting on the wooden frame of the mirror, back arching as you keep your eyes on the mirror. “Bedside drawer. Where they always are.”

“Right.” He kisses your jaw gently. “Keep those hands on the mirror.”

You hear him rush over to the drawers, hands rummaging through to the pack of condoms you have hidden under your underwear. You know he’s making a mess of everything, images of your underwear being thrown over his shoulder in a haste. His mind seems to go blank when all of his blood rushes South. 

“Eddie, please hurry.” You beg.

“I’ve got them, baby. I’m coming.” You see him in the reflection, his broad frame taking up the space behind you. He pulls your dress up, resting it on your lower back as he tugs down your underwear. He kicks your feet apart and you hear him tear open the condom wrapper. “Ready baby?”

You nod quickly, your breath hitching as you feel his cock running through your slick folds. “Don’t tease, you asshole.”

“Just getting him wet, babe. Give me a second.” 

You exhale slowly as you feel him start to push inside, your walls welcoming the familiar feel of him. Your hold on the mirror tightens, the cheap wooden frame creaking under your grip. “Oh fuck…”

“We’ve… This has got to be a quickie, okay?” He breathes, his hands finding purchase on your waist as he moves in and out of you slowly, letting you get used to the feeling of him rubbing against your sensitive walls.

“Just fuck me, Eddie. We’ll have time later.”

He chuckles quietly, one of his hands trailing down to grab your ass. “To unwrap my present properly, huh?”

“Uh huh.” You whine, body tensing as he hits that spot inside of you. “Fuck, right there. Don’t stop.”

You look at yourself in the reflection and you realise you look a mess. Makeup beginning to smudge; skin turning red from exertion; bottom lip swollen from your teeth sinking into it to hold in your moans. But as you make eye contact with Eddie in the mirror, his pussy drunk face sends shocks of pleasure throughout you

You moan into the inside of your arm as he speeds up, the mirror rattling against the wall with each thrust. “E-Eddie…”

“You feel so good. Taking me so damn well.” He grunts, reaching forward to cover one of your hands. He entwines his fingers into yours, gripping you tightly as he speeds up. “You gotta stay quiet, baby.”

“Just feels so good.” You mumble into your arm, clenching your eyes shut as you feel yourself getting closer. All the pent-up frustration, the bitterness you have felt for yourself from the last few days seems to disappear as Eddie snaps his hips against you. He always knows what you need, how you need it, and you love him for it.

“God, I can feel you squeezing me. You close, baby?”

“Y-yeah.” You whimper, legs shaking. “Eddie, I can’t…”

He wraps an arm around your middle, holding you against his chest as he fucks up into you. “That’s it, Angel. I’ve got you.”

You cry out and he has to cover your mouth with his hand, trying to keep you held up as your pussy tightens around him, and he follows behind you with only a few more thrusts. He buries his face into your hair and you stumble forward, your forearms catching you from falling face first into the mirror. 

“Shit, I’m sorry.” He whispers, reluctantly pulling out of you with a groan.

“Don’t be.” You chuckle breathlessly, looking over your shoulder at him. “That was totally worth being late to dinner for.”

He smiles down at you, his hands reaching for your waist to turn you around. He rests his forehead against yours, staring down at you. “Don’t you ever think about yourself like that, okay? You’re perfect just like this.”

You bump your nose into his gently. “Thank you for taking care of me, Munson.” 

He grins, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. “Anytime, baby. You still up for dinner?”

“After that?” You grin. “Definitely.”

“Good.” He steps back and takes off the condom, throwing it into your bin before tucking himself back into his underwear and buckling up his belt. “I’ll meet you downstairs. Let you get ready with no more interruptions from me.”

You chuckle quietly, hand resting against the wall as you regain your breath. “Okay hot stuff.”

“And stay in that dress.” He says sternly by the door, pointing at you. “Your ass looks killer in it.”

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

my girls

eddie munson x reader

summary: eddie shows you he can be a responsible parent.

a/n: will be a continuous series about eddie and reader's journey as new parents. every one shot is connected but doesn't need to be read in any order. 💗domesticated fluff. eddie is a sweetheart💗 my girls series masterlist

The afternoon sun was blaring down on the Munsons’ trailer, it made the mobile home look decent under the sun rays. Holstering the weekend bag on your shoulder, you stepped up the little front porch steps and knocked on the door. It took all but two seconds for the door to be thrusted open and to be greeted by a smiling Eddie. He was without his leather jacket or jean vest, opting for a more comfortable Metallica tee shirt and light blue jeans; he was barefoot and practically dragged you into the trailer, closing he door behind him. He took the bag off your shoulders and kissed you promptly on the lips, resting his free hand on your belly; you were about six months now and very much showing. He had been elated by the pregnancy, but you had your doubts. The two of you were twenty-one-, Eddie had just graduated high school last year and had been a known drug dealer around town – not one to judge, but his prospects of being able to provide were looking low.

“Thanks for coming,” he grinned and waved out a hand before him, urging you to look at the living room. Adjusting your eyes to the dimly lit room, you were shocked to see the usually messing space cleaned and tidy. You looked over to Eddie for an explanation and he shrugged. “Can’t have a kid getting into shit, I’ve been keeping it clean for a week now – Wayne loves it.”

“It looks good,” you admitted, edging towards the kitchen; he followed like a little puppy, bouncing on the tip of his toes as you touched the small kitchen counter. No random stuff piled on the counter tops or loads of dishes in the sink, that you know poor Wayne washed each night after his shift. There was no sign of half empty beer cans anywhere and when you opened the cabinet, there was food – plenty of food for more than two people. Closing the cabinet slowly, you turned to Eddie.

“You did really good, Eds.”

The praised tone of your voice had him melting and he reached a hand to your arm, tugging you carefully to him. Never one to resist his touch, obviously, you allowed him to press several kisses up your neck, chin, cheek, and then mouth. His arms wrapped around your waist, stomach pressed lightly against your own and when the baby kicked, Eddie reeled with delight.  His limber fingers dragged across the fabric of the maternity dress you bought last week; it was just a simple dark blue wrap around dress that allowed room for growth.

“Let me show you my room,” he murmured in-between kisses and you nodded, allowing him to lead by hand to the back of the trailer. He mentioned the other entrance and how he cleared it up. “That way we can get in and out without waking Wayne up in the mornings. I moved all the crap we had on the porch blocking it to the shed….”

“Practical,” you agreed, and he looked over his shoulder to smile at you before dramatically swinging open the door to his bedroom. He moved aside and bowed, asking you to step inside his humble abode. Laughing, you patted him on the head and walked into the once messy and kind of smelly room – there still was a lingering smell of cigarettes but he had the window wide open and a fan next to it.

“The smell is slowly going away, won’t be around once the kid is born….”

“Mhmm,” your eyes scanned the entire living corridors and noticed how free of things the floor was; it also looked like it had been washed and vacuumed – you didn’t even know the Munsons’ owned a vacuum. His walls were still littered with posters and other art, but that never bothered you – the room never bothered you. Frankly, you could have lived in the room with Eddie forever, but what you wanted no longer took precedence. The well being of your child was what mattered now, and it was good to see Eddie finally taking things a little more seriously – his usual aloof natural had been fun but with a child on the way, it had been nerve-wracking. Eyeing the rest of the room, you noticed how everything had a purposeful place and then you saw Corroded Coffin’s banner still hung near where the desk used to be.

In the place of the desk was a crib.

Your eyes looked to Eddie, and he shrugged bashfully, explaining that he had been saving for it. “…had it on layaway at Sears.”

The thought of Eddie near a Sears department store made you burst into laughter and he shook his head, walking you over to the wooden crib; it looked lovely under the light coming from the window. Inside, Eddie had placed several blankets and stuff animals, including the bear he had won you last summer at the Fourth of July carnival. His ringed fingers touched the teddy bear and his eyes found yours, delicate and near tears.

“I’m not selling anymore. I got a legit job with Wayne, morning shifts,” he said, fingers reaching up to wipe away the happy tears on your face. “I can still practice on weekends, and we have a few gigs lined up. The job pays decent, and Wayne said we could stay forever, really.”

Eddie chuckled and swung his arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to him.  “He likes the thought of a little us running around this joint – makes him feel young again.”

Enthralled with the idea that Eddie did all this for you, for his child brought the greatest smile known to mankind onto your face. “We can totally do this…”

“Oh, babes,” he cooed, turning you to face him. He grabbed a hold of your face and leaned in to kiss you, soft and wanting – fingers dragging down your chin, holding it in place as he promised to take care of the two of you. “My girls are going to be living the life.”

[battymommastuff]

Can I request something soft with batmom and Jason??

Motorcycles

Jason Todd x Batmom

Prompt: Batmom and Jason take a ride on your motorcycle

It was no secret that Y/N Wayne was a complete badass. From the moment Bruce met you to the time you were married, you'd always stunned people with your behavior. You weren't into fancy galas and dresses. You didn't come from a rich family, nor did you have a clean record. You were frequently spotted in public getting a drink or on your motorcycle. The sophisticated looked at you with disgust while the common people of Gotham loved you.

No one admired you more than Jason Todd. When he first met you, you were just returning from a ride through the city. Your helmet was perched on top of your head, and your leather jacket was zipped up to your chin. He was convinced that you were cooler than Batman. O

One day you were looking for him. He had a night off from patrol and you wanted him in bed asap. He was in the garage admiring your bike. He never touched it not wanting to ruin it. You grinned leaning against the door to the garage watching him admire it. You'd never seen a child look so entranced before.

"Wanna ride it?" You asked startling him. You'd always wanted to take him for rides like you did with Dick. It was an easy way to tire out the poor boy.

"Yes, please!" Jason begged then grabbed your arm dragging you to your bike. You giggle then ruffle his hair.

"We need to prepare first. Alfred will have our heads if we don't leave with helmets, and jackets."

You grabbed your helmet and the helmet you used for your oldest son. Jason put it on letting you adjust it then zipped up his leather jacket that he begged Bruce to get for him.

After getting on, Jason let you pick him up and place him in front of you," Now hold on little bird." You instruct putting his hands on the handles then you start the bike.

Jason yells in excitement as you two drive through the ares outside of Gotham. He had a pair of goggles on his face protecting his eyes while you put down your visor. This was the most fun he'd had in forever.

You came to a stop at an overlook that looked over all of Gotham. Jason scrambled off then ran to the rails to see the city, "Mom! Look! I can see Wayne enterprises!" He exclaims then laughs happily. You smile softly watching him.

Jason took that memory with him everywhere. Even now as an adult in the same spot he sat on his bike leaning against the front watching the city.

"I knew I'd find you here." You said exiting your car. He looked over at you the nodded, "It was always your favorite spot to run away too."

You walked to him resting a hand on his head ruffling his hair like you use too. He groans swatting your hand away then lets you pull him in for a side hug.

"Mom?"

"Hmm?"

"Why'd you give me your bike? You love it more than anything."

"Correction. I love my family more, but I gave it to you because I'm getting older. I'm tired, and she needs someone to take care of her and I knew you would be the perfect person too. I found this bike in a junkyard when I was just fifteen. It was all beat up, and scrapped for parts. Slowly I managed to fix her up until she was safe for riding. Being married to Bruce helped even more, but I never forgot how broken she was when I first found her. It reminds me of you little bird. I saw it in your eyes when I first met you. You had the biggest smile on your face though your eyes screamed broken. Now they don't you fixed yourself up, but I never forgot who you were then. The only person who could truly understand the story of this bike was you."

Jason wiped his teary eyes then pulled you in for a tight hug. He buried his head in your shoulder. You smile rubbing his back then pull away wiping the tear that fell from his eye.

"Thank you so much Mom, for everything."

[mellowswriting]

oxytocin

pairing || kas!Eddie Munson x Reader

word count || 1,883

summary || Eddie thinks he might just be able to get used to this whole vampire thing if he’s got you by his side - or rather, in his bed. 

content || smut, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, p in v sex, monsterfucking technically bc vampire!Eddie, blood drinking (gotta keep our man well fed), soft and sweet Eddie being viciously in love, fluff

a/n || listened to Oxytocin by Billie Eilish once and this happened. all aboard the whore train bc I can’t stop with this man. so pretty. also we don’t know Eddie’s middle name so of course I decided on Wayne :’)

Edward Wayne Munson is not a scary person, you’ve always known that. Even before the fateful day that drew you into each other’s orbit, when all you knew about him were rumors of Satanism and cults, you could see through the thin veil that was ‘Eddie the Freak’. There has always been a particular kindness in his warm brown eyes, even when he’s bubbling with his usual chaotic energy. Hidden underneath that metal mullet and leather jacket is a sweetheart that can’t even bear to kill the spiders he finds hiding in his room. Despite everything he’s been through, before and after being accused of a horrific murder, Eddie is gentle and kind. 

Even now, as he stares down at you with a ring of red around his irises and unnaturally sharp canines peeking out between his parted lips, you can’t find it in you to be scared of him. 

None of you quite know how or why it happened, even Eddie. All you know is your boyfriend tumbled through your bedroom window after three grief-stricken days of thinking he was dead and you don’t plan on letting him go ever again. Sure, it has been an adjustment, to say the least, but he’s still Eddie. He’s still your Eddie, who still tears up if he thinks about the one time he got a little overzealous with his teeth sunk into your neck and you nearly passed out from how much blood he took from you. 

The two of you have learned a lot since then. Eddie knows better than to wait until his hunger is so intense that it feels like his mind is boiling. You have learned about the strange pain-relieving abilities of his saliva, how the sharp prick of his teeth is always followed by a hazy almost-pleasure that makes you feel drunk. There’s no real danger in going out into the sunlight beyond some discomfort, which was deduced after a long day of experimenting with a very nervous Eddie. The most interesting thing Eddie has discovered, though?

Your blood tastes so fucking good after he’s worked you through a few orgasms. 

Eddie watches you with those red-tinged eyes as you shudder through the aftershocks of the second orgasm he’s given you tonight. The intensity he radiates only makes you shiver more. You can feel the want - no, the pure need radiating off of him in waves. It isn’t just hunger for your blood that lurks in his dark gaze. You whimper as he eases his fingers out of your oversensitive cunt and Eddie gives you that mischievous little smile that tells you he's nowhere near finished with you. 

“Oh, my pretty girl…” Eddie hums, rubbing your thigh soothingly. “You did so good for me…”

The praise lights you up, deepening the pleasurable haze that already glows through your entire body. Eddie presses closer, one hand braced in the pillows next to your head and the other cupping your cheek, his body hovering close over yours. You’re just so warm. His body temperature lingers just a few degrees cooler than the average human and he’s more than happy to leech some of that heat from you. His cool lips press against your own, coaxing them open with a flick of his tongue. Eddie’s kisses have always been deep and hungry as if he fears every time could be the last. 

You used to tease him for it - but not anymore. Not since it became too real of a possibility.

“You’ve got another one in you, don’tcha sweetheart?” His tone drips with an indulgence that you can't refuse, not with the promise of more thrumming with every wild beat of your heart. You nod emphatically, too breathless to even whisper the pleas that cling to your tongue. Eddie gives you that pretty smile you love. “That's my girl.”

There isn’t a hint of hesitation as Eddie hitches your thighs further around his waist. You feel his cock twitching against your inner thigh and for a split second, you feel bad for how neglected he is. It’s been almost an hour of relentless pleasure for you - an hour he spent rutting into the mattress, surely adding to the already endless stains in the fabric. More precum smears across your inner thigh as his hips grind against you, mindlessly searching for any friction against your skin. 

Eddie slides into you in one fluid thrust, not stopping until his pelvis presses flush against yours. You’re already so relaxed from all that time he spent with his tongue and fingers between your thighs that there’s no stretch, no pinch of discomfort. Just that pleasant fullness that takes your breath away. It’s almost too much, the surge of new pleasure through your sensitive body. Every nerve ending sings with overstimulation - and then he moves. 

A whimper flutters from you but it can barely be heard over Eddie’s broken groan. He fucks you with deep, slow rolls of his hips that send you reeling. All you can do is cling to him, fingers buried in his hair and thighs dragging him impossibly deeper. It’s almost too much to take. His cock presses against that sensitive spot inside of you with every thrust and your eyes roll, a full-bodied tremble racking through you. Eddie barely manages to pull his face out of your neck, away from the tempting scent of your blood, but he can’t resist watching you when you’re like this. So close to the edge, tears in your pretty eyes, your jaw slack as you let him fuck you stupid. 

“Look at you…” Eddie grits out, gripping your jaw when your head lolls back into the pillows. His fingers force your lips into a little pout that he can’t help but kiss you, sharp and quick in his haste to watch you cry for him. The sight you make sends a rush of emotion roaring in his ears - lust, love, pure adoration. Hunger. The pace of his hips stutters and forces a little yelp from your throat. “You sound so pretty, too.” 

You sigh his name, breathy and barely able to form the syllable. He swears he could listen to you say his name forever and never grow tired of the sound - so he lets that ravenous instinct take hold if only to hear it one more time. He thrusts into you harshly and your hands fly to his shoulders, desperate to steady yourself. “Oh, fuck - Eddie!”

His grip on the back of your thighs tightens as he sets a rough and ragged pace, ruled by the animalistic need he has neglected for far too long. You find the strength to meet his rhythm, mindlessly circling and grinding your pelvis as that crest of pleasure builds in your belly once more. A trembling groan rumbles through his chest as your pussy flexes around him, your entire body tender from his constant fucking. That unbearable burst of pleasure threatens to consume you and leave you nothing more than his pretty, fucked out little mess. 

Your nails dig into his shoulder as a broken warning tumbles from your lips. It barely even counts as words but that doesn’t matter - because Eddie knows. He knows your body like he knows every crease in his well-loved Tolkien novels; every little detail read and re-read a million times until it’s burned into the back of his mind forever. His fingers blaze a familiar path between your bodies because Eddie is greedy for your pleasure, to be the source of such bliss. 

The press of his fingers against your clit sends your back arching. The instinct to pull away from the overstimulation wars with that overindulgent voice in the back of your head that delights at the promise of more. Eddie watches you with those feral eyes as he rubs your clit, those gentle touches from earlier long gone as he tries to rip one last orgasm out of you before he reaches his own - he is a gentleman after all. 

Your thighs tremble as that pleasure finally bursts, unfurls through your body like the bloom of flower petals in spring. It’s devastating, but not only for you. A string of curses falls from his lips at the desperate fluttering of your pussy as you cum around his cock. Every bit of you is overwhelming to his senses. The wet heat of your body drawing him in, the heady smell of your pleasure saturating the air, the promised taste of your blood on his waiting tongue. Everything is you and him, together. 

As it should be. 

Eddie fucks into you in sharp, short thrusts that jolt your entire body. You keep making those hot little whimpers and yelps that make his blood boil with pure lust. He may be the otherworldly creature in this room, the one that possesses an unnatural strength and power, but you… you are the one in control. You stare up at him with those eyes glittering with love and Eddie knows, he fucking knows you have him wrapped around your little finger. He kisses you hard, tactless as he buries himself to the hilt and cums inside of you. The weight of him collapsing on top of you makes you grunt but you’re too exhausted to really complain. 

It isn’t all that surprising when he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. 

“Just a taste, sweetheart, I promise. Just one… little… taste…” Eddie mutters before his tongue swipes against your pulse. Even as fucked out and hungry as he is, it isn’t until you give him a nod of approval that you feel the sharp prick of his teeth digging into your neck. The pain is distant in the echoes of the orgasm that still thrums heavy in your veins, now amplified by whatever strange qualities his bite has on you. 

You sigh beneath him, unable to do much else but bury your fingers in his hair and tip your head back, giving him all the access he could ever dream of. Your other arm simply drapes over his shoulders. It’s comfortable. Known. His tongue rolls, coaxing a slow trickle of blood from the small wound. Eddie practically purrs as the rich taste of your blood tinges his tongue. That raw instinct flares to life, a sharp demand to take and take until you go limp beneath him, but it doesn’t take hold. It never could, not with the fierce gleam of love outshining everything else. He’s careful not to take too much - just enough to sate the hunger singing in his veins.

“So sweet,” He whispers as he carefully cleans your neck in wet little kitten licks. It used to make you squirm away from him, the strangeness of it all too much, but you’ve grown used to the warmth of his tongue against your throat. The wounds never last long, especially under his thorough care. You take such good care of him. Eddie can’t imagine not doing the same for you. He kisses just beneath your jaw. “Thank you, sweetheart.” 

You can only hum a positive sound, your mind and body featherlight in the aftermath. Eddie catches your lips in a coppery kiss before slipping away, stumbling off to gather a towel and water and anything else his little human could ever desire.

[spockiguess]

Come and See || Riddlebat

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Smut, mentions of violence/gore (nothing you wouldn’t hear in the movie)

Pairing: Edward Nashton x Bruce Wayne

The VHS tape felt heavy in Bruce’s hand. It had messy black writing, symbols, and crazed scrawlings, but what stood out to Bruce was the writing on the label: To MY Batman. It had little hearts around it; the curves were sharp instead of smooth. 

He flipped the tape around in his hands, having already concluded that it wasn’t immediately dangerous, suspiciously void of any bombs or trackers. This fact alone made a shiver of fear crawl up Bruce’s spine; was this some sort of sick joke? 

Bruce was almost sure the tape contained gnarly snuff footage with the Riddler torturing some poor soul. Sure, nearly all of the Riddler’s victims deserved it in one way or another, but Bruce preferred cleaner methods of bringing justice. 

Still, though, Bruce wasn’t sure if he had the stomach to watch someone get gored on camera, but this tape could contain vital information that could lead to the Riddler’s capture; he couldn’t jeopardize that just because of his squeamish tendencies. 

So, Bruce inserted the tape into a dusty VCR he found in a long-forgotten closet, watching as it sucked the video in, closing the hatch with a satisfying click. He pressed the play button, stepping back as the screen momentarily flashed blue before it transitioned to an empty scene. The only thing visible was a black tapestry with a messy white question mark. 

It wasn’t long before a figure came into frame, their face obscured as they pointed the camera towards the floor and set things up behind the scenes. The picture became brighter as lights turned on somewhere in the background, and the figure came back into focus. 

“Hello, Batman.” The Riddler’s voice was uncharacteristically clear and un-modulated, adding an unsettling layer of humanity to the crazed terrorist. 

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I sent you this tape, and for sure wondering why there isn’t some hopeless politician tied up and bloodied, but,” The Riddler sat down, adjusting the camera so it captured him more clearly, “I thought it would be nice if I were the subject of this video.” His smile was sinister, a striking contrast to his innocent-looking features.

Bruce recognized the face immediately, marking him off as a possible Riddler eons ago. He was astonished that this unsuspecting forensics accountant managed to trick him, barely escaping from under his nose. 

The Riddler had decided to ditch the green army surplus mask and jacket, wearing a simple button-up and brown corduroy pants. Obviously, Riddler didn’t care about exposing his identity, which led Bruce to believe this tape had something unimaginably grim on it. 

“See, this tape is a letter to you, Batman. A love letter.” He laughed, small and breathy, and this was when Bruce noticed the pink dusting across his nose and cheeks as he shifted uncomfortably, twitching slightly. 

Bruce took a seat in one of the plush leather chairs his movie room contained, holding his chin in his hand, watching the video with a stern look of concentration, searching for any clues it might offer. 

Slowly, The Riddler’s hand crept up his thin torso, toying with the buttons before undoing them, one by one. “I’ve been obsessed with you from day one, watching you dominate the seedy underbelly of Gotham, stomping anyone who dared to cross your path.”

Soon, the shirt was fully open, and Nashton ran one of his slender fingers up the length of his sternum, tracing lazy patterns into the milky skin. 

Much to his dismay, Bruce watched intently, a familiar heat stirring in his belly, “The way you mow down rows of crooks and creeps, ah,” Edward let out a light squeak as he rocked, and Bruce’s mind lit up at the sound.

“I won’t lie,” Nashton looks directly into the lens, his head lolling to the side, “Seeing it, seeing you, gets me a little riled up.” His hands travel to the tent in his pants, grinding his hips into his palm. 

By now, Bruce has matched Edward’s erection but is trying desperately to ignore it and is failing by the minute. The more he watches this freakish show; the more blood rushes to his cock. The sight of Edward Nashton, The Riddler, touching himself and acting like a whore for the camera makes a dark, hidden part of Bruce’s mind wish he was there with him. 

Visions of Nashton’s pretty little mouth around his cock flash through his mind, and he completely forgets he’s supposed to be investigating this tape in the first place. 

Edward slowly, agonizingly, unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his pants, shimmying out of the piece of clothing and revealing more of his skin. Surprisingly, Nashton’s legs are thick and jiggle a little as he returns to his previous position. Bruce imagines all of the bruises and bite marks he could leave in his ravenous wake, claiming The Riddler for himself.

When Edward spreads his legs, Bruce physically squirms in his seat as he sees the lacy black panties the man wore, and when he leans back, Bruce can see the fabric jut out right underneath his ass, being pushed out by something. 

Then, it all clicks; Nashton’s using a buttplug. It explains the odd behavior from earlier, and the thought of Edward preparing himself for this, just for Bruce, adds whipped cream to this shamefully erotic cake. 

“Do you think you could rough me up as you do with everyone else? Slam me against a brick wall and have your way with me?” When he laughs, it’s high in his throat and nearing a whimper. 

Edward sits up onto his haunches, and the tip of his cock peeks out from underneath the thin material, dribbling onto his chest and the floor. “Oh, look at me, making such a mess, in front of the Batman, no less.” He runs a finger through his pre-cum, swiping it up and licking the salty material off. 

Bruce grumbles deep in his throat, having lost to his primal urges, and takes his dick out, spitting into his hand and rubbing the head with his calloused thumb. 

“So naughty, Bats, why don’t you come and punish me?” Nashton turns around, arching his back and pulling the panties to the side, exposing the wide, army green buttplug, “I know you know where I live. Why don’t you pay me a visit, Batman? Show me your brand of vengeance.” He smiles impishly at the camera, moaning as he taps the blunt end of the plug, sending shockwaves through his body. 

Bruce bites back a moan, now rocking into his fist, filling the mostly silent theater room with slick wet noises. His entire body rocks as Nashton starts to pull the plug out, inch by inch. The plug has raised edges, progressively getting smaller and making the pull more torturous. 

Nashton is fully moaning now, struggling between rocking back onto the toy and bringing it out, calling out for the Batman. “I need to see you; I need to feel you inside me.” It’s all incoherent babbles with the occasional please and need you leaving Edward’s mouth. 

His moans are delightfully whiny, making Bruce curse out as he tries to fight off his impending orgasm, slightly squeezing the base just for a few extra seconds. Bruce’s head is again filled with those carnal images of Nashton, spreading himself for Bruce, arching his back like he is now, calling out for him. 

Before Bruce notices, the toy is out, and Nashton proudly shows it off to the camera. “I had to get a big one, Batman. I know you’re big, God; you’d probably rip me in half.” Nashton turns back to the camera, his cock red and painfully hard. 

Just as Bruce thinks the video might end, Nashton interrupts, “That was just the beginning, Bats. Hah, I think you’ll really love this next part.” Edward turns and gets on all fours to rummage around for something just off-camera, arching his back. 

Bruce leans closer to the screen, pumping his cock and groaning like a wild beast, “Here it is.” Nashton holds a jet-black dildo up, a mischievous grin on his pinkened face. He turns it around in his hand, showing off every angle. 

“I took a wild guess and assumed you like this color,” Edward continues, “You know, green and black go pretty well together. A shade and a hue. A mixture meant for each other; nature’s favorite colors.” As he talked, Edward produced a bottle of lube, clicking the cap off and spreading a generous amount over it. 

Bruce watched as the viscous liquid dripped and coated the toy, his eyes focused on Edward’s fingers, glossy and oily, as they expertly traversed the faux dick. 

“Perfect.” Edward sat up, placing the toy underneath himself as he ran his lube-covered hand up to his stomach, stopping to flick and pinch his pert pink nipple. 

With one final breath, Nashton sunk onto the dildo, throwing his head back and moaning wantonly. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he stretched himself to accommodate for the intrusion. Nashton’s cock bobbed and leaked like a runny faucet, oozing onto the ground and leaving small translucent puddles of precum. 

“Oh, Batman. You’re so big, fuck. Heh heh. I can feel you in my stomach.” Edward was babbling now, having fully sheathed himself on the toy and squirming on it like a bitch in heat.

Bruce could feel his orgasm approaching again, much faster this time, hot volts of electricity flowing through him as his other hand gripped the arm of his seat, ripping into the leather. 

When Bruce’s hand sped up, Edward began to rock up and down, twisting on each downstroke to hit that perfect spot. Tears started to form and flow from Nashton’s eyes, punctuating his euphoric smile, making him look thoroughly fucked out. 

“Please, Batman, please, make me cum.” Edward spoke as if Bruce was physically there, murmuring sinful pleas that spurred Bruce closer to that breaking point. The sticky and tacky noises of sex filled Bruce’s ears, causing his hips to stutter and his breathing to come in quick bursts.

By now, Nashton was riding the toy with a hasty fervor, bouncing wildly and fisting his cock. Bruce could picture Edward on his own dick, choking out moans as Bruce licked the tears from his face and pistoned his hips to meet Edward’s. 

“I’m–I’m so close. I can feel you so deep inside, fuck,” Nashton bit back a sob, keeling over before collecting himself and returning to his bouncing with even more intensity. 

Bruce was so close, he could feel it, but he needed to see Nashton first. He tried staving it off for as long as possible, surprised at Edward’s stamina. 

But Edward couldn’t hold on for much longer, his hips bucking of their own accord as he was lost to the pleasure, basking in the camera's light and dazedly smiling at Bruce, his glasses askew. 

Suddenly, Nashton yelled out, pumping his dick faster as he stopped his riding, cumming all over himself and the floor. It was so intense that some of it had reached his face, landing on the lenses of his glasses. 

With this, Bruce came himself, capturing the cum in the palm of his hand to avoid weird questions from Alfred about a peculiar stain on the carpet. He couldn’t contain the animal-like groan that ripped itself from his throat, hoarse and rumbling. 

Edward sat motionless, leaning against the tapestry behind him, peering at the camera from under long lashes and puffing out small breaths of air. His chest was red, spilled across his pale skin, reaching his puffy cheeks and ears. 

“Come and see me soon, Batman.”

[portaltothevoid]

A Very Kat Ramsay Christmas Special - Part One - eddie munson x ofc

Summary: It’s Christmas time!! Kat sasses her aunt before heading over to Forrest Hills for the holiday. Her and Wayne have a bonding moment before presents are exchanged.

Warnings: fluff, light swearing, mentions of lonely childhood

Word count: 5.3k

Taglist: @munchabunch @madaboutmunson @riffcrusader @michele131 @idiot-parade​ 

Fresh snow had blanketed the ground as Kat’s boots crunched under her as she walked towards Eddie’s trailer. She pulled her own leather jacket and battle vest combo closer to her to fight the chill. Surprisingly, the cold being one of the things the California girl had dreaded the most, she didn’t mind it. It was weirdly comforting to her. There was the plus side of finally being able to wear real winter jackets and the like, however. She went hastily up the steps, knocking the snow off her boots before she went in.

“Jesus Christ, it’s fucking cold out there.” She shivered as she took off her most outer layers, placing them on a chair near the door along with her overnight bag.

“Ms. California still hasn’t adjusted to the cold?” Kat shot Eddie a look as she kicked off her boots. 

“I’ve adjusted! It’s just… Ugh, cold is cold! There is snow on the ground. So it…it’s cold.” She plopped herself next to Eddie on the couch, crossing her arms in a huff. He tossed his head back as he laughed. A continued scowl was on Kat’s face as she bumped him in the shoulders with hers, which just caused him to continue his chuckle. 

“I know it is. It’s just cute when you get all defensive.” He said as he put his arm around her and pushed her toward him so he could plant a kiss on her temple.

“Ass.” She said as her scowl was slowly breaking into a smile as she snuggled into his side.

“So what’s the plan for tonight?” He asked her softly, playing with her hair. 

“Well, I was gonna make the cookies for everyone tonight. Unless you ate all the stuff I got for them yesterday.”

“No, didn’t eat any of it, actually. It’s not in its cookie form yet, so no point. But…uh, you wanna make them here? And not in your…kitchen?”

“Well, yeah? Wait…what day even is it? I smoked, like, two joints before I got here.” Kat said giggling more and more.

“Ha, it’s Thursday.”

“No, no. The date!”

“Oh. The nineteenth.”

“Pft, I’ll make them tomorrow after school. Wait, the nineteenth? Aw, you know what it’s been a month since?”

“A month since you…became the unofficial fifth member of Corroded Coffin!” Eddie smiled at her, pointing a finger gun at her. She just rolled her eyes.

“No, since you forgot my birthday.” Kat turned her head to look directly at him with the biggest shit-eating grin she could muster.

Eddie’s head fell back as he groaned. “...and made up for it! I thought I redeemed myself!”

“Well, it’s… it’s just still so fresh in my mind…and, I know it’s late, but I…also haven’t told you what I want for Christmas…” Kat said with a smirk.

“This is the last time you get to use that, okay?” He said, looking at her like a stern puppy.

“Mhmm. Last time.” She put her hand over her heart. “I swear.”

Eddie dramatically rolled his eyes, taking a deep breath. “Now, what is it, that could possibly, once and for all, win over you and prove how bad I fucked up?”

“A flamethrower.” There was an unsuccessful attempt to choke back a laugh. A small chortle managed to escape, but she kept her smile wide and her eyes open as much as she possibly could.

Eddie's face went slack. “A flame…thrower…?” Kat nodded expectantly. “You want…a…flamethrower? Wh- why?”

“I dunno! I’ve always wanted one. Seems like a good thing to have incase of an emergency. Guns with bullets are just… too much for me. And, like, this totally seems like the place where you can find a flamethrower! And I mean, there’s so many rumors about the Russians… you never know…” Kat trailed off.

“Please tell me there’s a back up plan. There’s no way I ca–” Eddie said, rubbing his eyes as Kat interrupted him.

“Whatever your pretty little brain can muster up, I’m sure I will love.” Abruptly she got off the couch and patted his head. “I’m hungry,” she chirped as she skipped over to the kitchen.

Throwing his head back again, “A flamethrower? Where the hell am I gonna find a flamethrower? Has to be a joke… I should not be going to Warzone…” Eddie mumbled to himself while Kat was rummaging around in the kitchen trying to find a certain pan.

“What are you saying?” She asked as she twirled around to find what she needed in the fridge.

“Just, uh, thinking…out loud about dinner.”

“I was thinking… grilled cheese and Spaghetti-Os? Nice comfort food for the very cold night.” She spun around again, trying to find where she placed a butter knife and immediately used it as a microphone to sing with the video, “Last Christmas” by Wham!, which was playing on MTV.

Eddie walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” He murmured in her ear, causing her to giggle in response as she leaned back into him.

“Highly unlikely,” she snickered as strands of Eddie’s hair began to float upwards as if invisible strings were lifting his curls up.

“Kat! Not while you’re cooking!” Eddie laughed as he grabbed a nearby napkin and wiped under her nose. “Show off…” he smirked. She just continued to giggle while turning her attention back to their dinner she was preparing.

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Throwing her car into park, she swiftly got out and sped towards the mailbox. Everything was almost all set for Christmas, but she was waiting on two of the main and most important things to arrive. Shuffling through everything, she found both envelopes she had been looking for. With a squeal, she grabbed what she needed out of her car and headed inside. 

Giddy with excitement, Kat went straight up to her closet. Sure, she had at least a couple more days to do this, but really, she didn’t have any intention of coming back here until the very end of Christmas break. She picked out a few of her more dressy black shirts, a few band shirts, a couple skirts, and a few pairs of jeans, placing them all on her bed. Next she grabbed a pair of her fishnets, her lace tights, and some other various undergarments. Once she was satisfied with her selections, she grabbed a small pouch to put her makeup in. In another velvet drawstring bag, she placed her favorite jewelry. Lastly, she assembled her toiletries together.

Going back to her closet, she pulled out two carryon sized suitcases. She expertly placed her Reeboks at the bottom, along with her stiletto boots from Halloween, before folding her clothes and putting them in place. She tossed her makeup and jewelry bags into the front pouch and zipped everything up. Her toiletries she placed in her overnight bag, which she also refreshed with a new batch of clothes. Placing her overnight bag over her shoulder, she put the suitcase with nothing in it under her arm and her other suitcase she grabbed by the handle and made her way back to her car. Both of the suitcases went in the trunk of her car, while her overnight bag took its usual place in the passenger seat. 

Trotting back into the house, she made a beeline towards the kitchen. As she was collecting various boxes of cookies, Linda asked her, “Kat, where are you off to?”

“I have some errands to run before I head over to the Munson’s. I left your gift under the tree.”

“And…how long will you be there? At the– the, uh, Munson’s?” Linda barely could choke out the name, as if by saying it something bad would happen to her. “Will you be coming back here before you–”

Kat wasted no time interrupting her. “No. We’re leaving straight from there. Sorry, if that upsets you. It’s just, well, Wayne isn’t too fond of cooking full course meals and…you know…I’m surprised you don’t have an impromptu trip to Nevada planned.”

“Kat, I thought we were past this.”

“Spending holidays alone isn't always so bad.” Kat shrugged as she made her way out of the house for the last time that day. She paused with her hand on the door handle. “Just because I forgave you, doesn’t mean I forgot.” She turned around to smile at her aunt, who followed her to the foyer. Linda was at a loss for words. “Merry Christmas, Aunt Linda.” Kat said as she stepped out the door.

Her errands consisted of dropping off Christmas cookies to Steve and Robin and paying them a short visit. Afterwards, she went grocery shopping for her Christmas dinner. Eventually, she was at the Munson’s. Eddie was out doing last minute holiday runs, which worked out absolutely perfectly for Kat.

She went to her trunk and got the suitcases out, bringing them and her other bag inside. Making a mad dash towards Eddie's room she threw everything on his bed. Quickly she began to pack the empty suitcase with his things. She made a mental note to pack some toiletries for him later once all was revealed. As soon as she was satisfied that she had gotten almost everything he would need, she tucked both the suitcases in the corner of his closet. Making sure to cover them up with whatever she could find, so as to not make it look suspicious. 

Kat went back to her car to begin loading in all the groceries. Just as she had gotten to her car, Wayne was parking his. “Hi, Mr. Munson!” Kat waved.

“Will you please call me Wayne, like I asked?”

“Sorry. Hi, Wayne!” 

“Hey, Kat. Let me help you with those.” He smiled and nodded at her before he collected the rest of the bags from her car. She let Wayne go in front of her so she could shut her car door with her special hands-free method. “You really didn’t have to go through all this trouble, Kat.” He told her once they got inside.

“Wayne, when’s the last time you both had a full course, sit down, pass the mashed potatoes kind of dinner?” Kat asked him with her hands on her hips.

“I… uh, hmm.” Wayne stared off into space, rubbing his chin as he wracked his brain to come up with an answer.

“Exactly! Christmas dinner will be my gift to you.”

He looked over at her and she swore she almost saw tears in his eyes. “That’s really kind of you, hun. But you didn’t have to–”

“Ah, ah, ah! Yes I did. I know we haven’t had much time to get to know each other, but I know how important you are to Eddie and vice versa. I really didn’t know what to get you. I haven’t gone anywhere recently to add to your collections,” Kat said as she gestured around the room to the hats and mugs that were hung everywhere. “And I wasn’t about to steal one of my uncle’s hats from who knows where. That just seemed…weird. So, what better gift than that of a home cooked meal? I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

He let out a hearty laugh. “As long as it’s not my cooking, there’s no way I could be disappointed. Well, thank you, Kat. I don’t know how he did it, but my nephew is real lucky to have you.”

“Not as lucky as I am to have him. Trust me. Hey, what do you think you’re doing with that can of tuna?” She asked as she went towards the kitchen area with her hands on her hips again.

“I’m making my dinner. What else?”

“No, no! Put that away. Do you see how much food is here? Did you honestly think I wasn’t going to make a Christmas Eve dinner too?” She quickly grabbed a cold beer from the fridge and pushed him along. “Now go over there and relax for once, would ya?”

“Don’t gotta tell me twice!”

Kat got to work, washing her hands, running around the kitchen, and prepping anything and everything she needed for the roast ham. She turned the oven on before she got out the sharpest knife the Munson household had to offer and scored the top of the ham, coating the outside with apricot preserves and brown sugar. Wrestling with the can opener, she opened the can of pineapples and gathered toothpicks, pinning the fruit around the outside. In each hole she toothpicked a cherry. She set it aside next to the stove. 

Next, she started two pots of boiling water on the stove. She set the green beans and potatoes aside and began assembling the meatballs. As she was rolling them and placing them on a baking sheet, Wayne walked over to throw out his empty beer can and get a replacement. “You sure you don’t want any help?” Wayne asked her. 

“I told you, your job is to relax. If you’re hungry though… Hold on.” Kat said as she went over to the sink to wash her hands again. “There is…” Kat said as she went through some of the last remaining shopping bags. “Okay! So I have your classic chips and dip. Just a regular onion dip. And then I got some crackers and some brie, but I wasn’t sure if either of you liked brie, so I also have some cheddar!” Spinning around in a slow circle to figure out where she wanted to go, she eventually grabbed a paper plate and set both cheeses on it with the crackers. She brought that over, along with a bag of chips and the dip, setting everything in front of Wayne on the coffee table. 

“Are you, uh, expectin’ anyone else over tonight?” Wayne asked, raising one eyebrow at her.

“Huh? Oh no. Just us three. Well you see… for Eddie’s present, um… him and I… I got us tickets to go…erm, somewhere? Kind of far? So I figured this way, you wouldn’t have to worry about foraging through the cupboards for a few days.” She smiled sheepishly as she went back to the kitchen.

Wayne laughed as he shook his head. “You know, my boy is head over heels for you. I thought he was just a dumb kid in love, but there’s something about you. You’re different from people in this town. I’ve seen the way you look at him and all that you do for him…are doing for us.”

Kat couldn’t help but smile as she shaped the last of the meatballs and popped them in the oven. “Well, I’m not technically from this town, Wayne.”

“Where are you from again? Some fancy place?”

“Los Angeles.”

“Ah, that’s right! Still, even someone from there… Probably never woulda given either of us the time of day, and yet…” She threw some olive oil in a sauce pan with quite a bit of garlic. As that started to heat up over a low heat, she chopped a couple onions.

“I just…I know what it's like to not have anywhere that you fit in. The expectations that were put on me back home, pale in comparison to here, but this… This is the only place I’ve ever truly felt accepted and even wanted. No one here knows who I am or who my parents are. No one wants to use me to get this person’s attention or to step over me on their way to the top. I mean, really, it’s all because of Eddie that I’ve even…warmed up to Hawkins.” As she spoke, she threw some onions in with the garlic and oil, then began to open a can of kitchen ready tomatoes. Growing up, the kitchen had been a place of solace for her. When her parents couldn’t be bothered with her and all she wanted was someone to talk to, she often wandered into the kitchen. There was almost always someone there, whether it was her nanny, the chef, or someone else. She learned a lot from those people and she held the memories with them more closely than she did those of her parents. She then added the tomatoes to the pan, along with some basil and oregano. 

“Yeah he told me you were quite the spitfire when y’all first met. He knew though. He can always tell when someone just at least needs a friend,” Wayne mused. Meanwhile, Kat blanched the green beans and began to work on her homemade cream of mushroom soup. 

“I don’t understand why everyone looks past him or… or treats him like shit. If they just took five minutes. Five. They would see how kind he can be. Gentle, even.” She was interrupted by the beeping of the oven. As the meatballs came out of the oven, the ham went right in.

“You know, growing up, after his mother left, his dad… He was troubled in his youth. Guess you could still say he’s troubled, but my brother, he didn’t want kids. He didn’t know what to do with one. So he taught him the lifestyle he knew. I was trying to get my shit straight when I got the call that he had to go away. I’d be damned if I’d let that boy be anything like his father. It’s hard though, you know? People talk. They all think they know the truth. And just because he lives here, they just think he’ll amount to nothin’.” Wayne shook his head. This was difficult for him to talk about, but it was easy to open up to Kat. She listened as put baby carrots into a boiling pot of water and then started peeling potatoes.

“Wayne, I’m telling you right now. I don’t know how much he’s told you about me, but I’m sure he’s mentioned being involved in the music scene in LA. He’s going to be something. I can’t let that kind of talent just stay here in Hawkins, waiting to get closer and closer to a big city. I… After we graduate, I wanna…”

“You wanna take him with you. And you should. I’d be upset if you didn’t. There’s just one condition.”

“You name it.”

“You’re gonna have to come back and visit me every once in a while. Maybe get me tickets to a show, too.”

“Hey, that’s two conditions!” Kat laughed. “You know we will. And um, I’m taking him to meet some really cool people over break. I think it’ll be really good for him. That’s gonna be his present. Get outta this stupid town and see what else is out there.”

Wayne just smiled as he munched on a cracker with brie. Before he spoke, his face fell slightly. “I just wonder if he sees what we do, ya know? I just want him to know how brave he is… for being who he truly is in this town…” His thoughts drifted off as did his words. Kat looked over at him. Her heart felt like it could burst just from seeing the love he had for his nephew. Synchronously, she felt an ache in her heart from never having felt or seen a love like from anyone in her family.

“Mark my words, I’ll make sure he knows it. Even if it’s the last thing I do.” 

This brought a smile to Wayne’s face. “If anyone can do it, I’m sure it’ll be you, little lady.” Just then, the unmistakable rumbling of Eddie’s van could be heard outside. Kat went to drain the carrots, then added butter and brown sugar to the same pan. As she was adding the carrots back in, Eddie entered the little trailer. 

“I’m honestly surprised there isn’t a line outside our door with how it smells out there. But, shit, it smells so much better in here.” He walked past everyone to his room, dropping off his little black lunchbox and his jackets. When he returned to the kitchen, he went right up behind Kat, wrapping her in a hug. “Hey.” He whispered to her with his chin resting on her shoulder.

“Hi.” She said smiling as she turned to kiss him quickly. “Okay, so can you finish putting away those groceries for tomorrow, finish the potatoes, and then do the dishes?”

“Why? What’s in it for me?”

“You get to eat.” Kat said, giving Eddie a look. Wayne laughed from the sofa.

“Right, yep. I’m on it.”

Things went a little more quickly with her sous-chef helping. Eventually, mashed potatoes were made and the green bean casserole and crescent rolls came out of the oven. Everything was plated, set up buffet style on the available counter space. The containers for leftovers were tucked in the corner.

As Wayne and Eddie stood with their plates, Kat introduced the meal. “So, for our Christmas Eve menu we have homemade green bean casserole, glazed carrots, mashed potatoes, meatballs with a homemade sauce, and crescent rolls. For our main dish, we have glazed ham.” They looked like their eyes were about to bug out of their heads. “Go on, what are you waiting for!” Kat laughed as she waved them on. After them, she filled her plate and took her place across from Eddie at their small table. “You okay there on the couch, Wayne?”

“Sure am! Hey, perfect timing, The Grinch is on!” He said with such excitement in his voice. Kat and Eddie exchanged smiles at each other before digging in.

“Kat, this is… Kat, really?” Eddie asked.

“What? Is it okay?”

“Okay? Okay? This is probably the best… I can’t even remember the last time I had something this good.”

“I second that! Kat, this is wonderful.”

A giant smile was glued onto her face. “Thanks, guys,” she said in a quiet, bashful voice.

“Where did you… how do you even cook like this?”

Kat shrugged. “When I was little and wanted attention, I’d hang out in the kitchen with the nanny and the chef or whoever was there. Instead of shooing me away like my parents did, they taught me how to cook.”

“I don’t care who taught you how to cook. I love them.” Eddie said through a mouthful of ham. At that point, Wayne began singing along to “You’re A Mean One, Mr. Grinch” with the TV. Kat still couldn’t wipe the smile off her face. This was turning out to be the best Christmas she had ever had.

—-------

The next morning, Kat the ever overachiever, snuck out of bed early so as to not wake Eddie. She quietly grabbed her walkman and slipped out of the room. Wayne, being used to his third shift schedule, was already up having his coffee. 

“What could you possibly be doing up this early in the morning?” Wayne asked.

“Well, I um…I had to get a head start on dessert and then there’s the turkey that’ll take a while…” Wayne just shook his head. “I’ll be super quiet! See?” She patted her walkman that was in the pocket of her pajamas.

“Do what you gotta do, kiddo.” He lightly chuckled to himself as he went back over to the couch. Kat put on Ride the Lightning and started off peeling apples for the pie. 

When the pie was in the oven, she crept through Eddie’s room to her bag to grab his presents and a small one for Wayne. Expertly, she stuck the envelopes in the tree for Eddie to find. She placed Wayne’s in front of him on the coffee table. He went outside to get a couple bags of presents from his car and placed them under the tree. 

The timer went off, signaling the pie was done. Wayne was tucking his fold out bed away into the corner as Kat placed the pie on the counter to cool. “Okay, I can’t wait any more. I’m going to wake him up,” she announced.

Trotting down the short hallway, Kat burst into his room. There was no use being quiet this time. She crawled into his bed, scooting next to him. Placing her chin on his shoulder, she reached over and began repeatedly poking his cheek. Somewhere around the tenth poke, he stirred and grumbled. “Hey, wake up,” she said softly. Eddie just groaned and tried to bury his face in his pillow. “Eddie… Eddie, wake up,” she said in a singsong voice. 

“No.” He said into the pillow. Kat sighed and forcefully rolled him over so he was facing her. 

“Yes,” she retorted simply. His reply was to just tightly shut his eyes. With a roll of her eyes, she swung her leg over so she was straddling Eddie’s hips. This caused him to just open one eye to see what she was up to. She leaned forward so her forehead rested on his. “It. Is. Christmas. Wake up!” In response this time, he just moved his face up to kiss her. 

“I’m up, I’m up.”

Kat smiled. “Good.” She got off of Eddie and slid off the bed, not without throwing the covers off of him first. He scowled at her, which only made her giggle. 

Shortly thereafter, Eddie joined Kat and Wayne in the living room area. “Alright what smells so good now?” He asked with a cigarette between his lips.

“Apple pie. If you touch it, I swear I’ll…I’ll make you regret it.” 

Eddie’s eyes widened and he shook his head. “Nope, wasn’t planning on it,” he said nervously knowing full well what Kat meant. As he walked over to the couch, he put a box in front of Wayne and a bag in front of Kat. “I gotta grab one more thing out of the van.” He said as he made his way to the door, lighting his cigarette. Kat sat fidgeting with excitement. When he returned, he was holding a very large box. Now it was Kat’s eyes that widened. He put it right in front of her with a smirk. “Open that last.”

“I– uh, okay. Yours are in the tree.” Kat pointed over to it, not taking her eyes off the box. “They’re numbered, so pay attention to which ones you open.” She said, finally tearing herself away from her giant present.

“Alright, so what are you kids waiting for?” Wayne asked, grabbing the small box from Kat. While Kat began to open her bag from Eddie and he opened his from his uncle. Wayne held up a small turkey ornament, inspecting it.

“That’s so you’ll always remember the best Christmas dinner from ‘85,” Kat chuckled. Wayne threw his head back with a hearty laugh. 

“Aw, thanks hun!” He exclaimed as he opened a new mug from Eddie for his collection.

Eddie opened his bag to reveal new guitar strings and picks, some new tapes he already had that Wayne noticed had started to skip, some much needed art supplies for his D&D, and a Mercyful Fate pin. “These are perfect, thanks Uncle Wayne!” He said excitedly. Kat opened hers from Eddie which was various things to use for cooking such as a new chef knife, a new can opener, a peeler, a measuring cup, a measuring spoon set, and random spices. “You know, so you have some decent stuff here. I’ll be honest, I don’t have any idea what some of those spices are.” 

“This is perfect Eddie, even though I could have used some of these last night,” Kat laughed. 

“I know, I know, but next time! They’ll be here. Now that someone will use them.”

Kat opened hers from Wayne. She also got some new guitar strings and picks. “Eddie mentioned you played music too, so, uh, that’s what I went with.” Wayne said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.

“Wayne, this is so thoughtful, seriously. It’s always needed! Thank you,” she conveyed sincerely.

Wayne got up from the couch. “Alright, well I’m gonna make the rounds. See how Rufus is doing and such. I’ll let you kids open the big gifts by yourselves.” They echoed goodbyes and see you laters as he went out the door. 

Kat excitedly turned to face Eddie on the couch. “Okay, open yours now.”

“Now, now. Ladies first, as always.” He said, gesturing towards the very large box.

Kat took a deep breath in. “Okay, fine,” she breathed out as she grabbed the box. “It’s… heavy?” She tore off the wrapping paper, revealing a large looking briefcase. Kat raised an eyebrow at Eddie who just waved her on. She placed the case on the already cleared coffee-table and slowly opened it. A look of absolute bewilderment came across her face. She was staring at a replica of an M240 flamethrower like the one used in Alien. “How did you…I was sort of joking…” She whispered.

“Well, my charming smile convinced the guy at Warzone to recreate one of these. It works too. He showed me. Don’t, uh, try it out now. For once being a Munson actually paid off.”

“I mean, I would have settled for a crossbow. Holy shit.”

“You can shoot a crossbow?”

“Yeah, I did archery in high school.” Kat said so nonchalantly as if every school had that as an extracurricular. 

“Damn, always the enigma.”

She forced herself to pry her eyes away from her present. She was in complete disbelief that he was able to pull it off. This was the last thing she expected. A grenade launcher seemed more plausible to have than this. “We are trying this out tomorrow. We’ll…we’ll have a fire.” Her voice was still coated in awe. She shook her head to help focus. “Okay, now, it’s your turn.” She smirked as she looked at him. Finally coming back down to earth as she remembered what Eddie was about to open.

He opened the envelope labeled “phase one,” eyeing her suspiciously. For the life of him, he couldn’t guess what she could give him that would require only multiple envelopes. The contents of the first one revealed two round trip plane tickets to San Francisco dated for December 27th. “Wh– what? Why San Francisco?”

“Open the rest and find out.”

The gift inside the “phase two” envelope made Eddie’s breath hitch in excitement. That was before he even had time to read the details of the event. His heart skipped a beat as soon as he had two concert tickets in his hands. “WHAT?!” He yelped when he realized Kat had gotten them tickets to see Metallica on New Year’s Eve.

“Open the third one before you have an aneurysm.”

“There’s more?” He asked as he tore open “phase three.” Dangling from his hand were two all access passes to the show. All he could do was stare at them with his mouth hanging open. He kept that look on his face as he turned to face her.

“You– we– I’m gonna– holy shit!” He yelled as he got up from the couch and began hopping around the living room and clapping occasionally. Kat leaned back into the couch with laughter, having gotten an amazing reaction out of him. She got up and went to his room, while he continued to pace around the coffee table in shock and sheer excitement. 

When she returned, she had each of their suitcases in her hands. “And we’re all packed and everything!” She said beaming. Eddie ran towards her, practically toppling her over. She dropped both the suitcases to catch him and steady herself. The only thing he could do, then, was place both his hands on the sides of her face and kiss her deeply. She couldn’t help but smile through the whole thing. “Aren’t you glad you got me that flamethrower, now?” She laughed breathlessly.

“How? How did you…?” He asked as he stared into her eyes.

“I pulled some strings, name dropped, called my dad’s assistant, and voilà!”

He shook his head and abruptly left her standing there to stare at the tickets and passes. “Wait, Megadeth is gonna be there too?!”

“Mhmm.” She murmured as she went to put the suitcases back in his room, this time by foot of his bed. “Hey, have you ever even been on a plane?” She asked when she got past the kitchen.

Eddie gulped and looked up at her. “Nope.”

[dccomicsimagines]

Spontaneous Valentine’s Date - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Requested by Anon -  can you do an imagine when Bruce and the reader go on a date to a Burger king etc and Bruce start eating the burger like in the comic and the reader be just like wat? #-#!!!!!

Requested by Anon - can you write one where Bruce Wayne changes up date night on Valentine’s Day?!! 

***

“Lois and I are taking it easy this year. We’re ordering in and enjoying quiet time together,” Clark said, walking into the meeting room with Barry. He adjusted his cape. Bruce was already seated at the meeting table. He rolled his eyes before focusing back on his paperwork.

Barry chuckled. “That’s nice. I’m planning on taking Iris on a surprise trip to Paris.” He took his seat, spinning in his chair. “I’ll scoop her up and run her there just in time for brunch in front of the Eiffel Tower.” 

“Sounds nice.” Clark sat down next to Bruce. “What about you, Bruce? You and (Y/N) have big plans this year?” 

Bruce grunted. “Plans for what?” His eyes stayed on his paperwork, but his mind raced to figure out what he missed. It had to be something everyone was celebrating? Did he forget your birthday again? Wait, not everyone would be celebrating that.

“Valentine’s day, B.” Barry spun in his chair, laughing in delight. “Don’t tell me you forgot.”

“He’s the world’s greatest detective. Of course, he didn’t forget.” Clark shook his head, crossing his arms. “I know what you’re planning, Bruce. You’ll take (Y/N) to that five star restaurant and buy them another piece of jewelry.” 

Bruce glared at Clark. “Why does it matter?” He cursed himself for forgetting Valentine’s Day again. Hopefully, Alfred remembered and made the reservations for him. 

“You do the same thing every year.” Clark chuckled, sharing a look with Barry. “Anytime you celebrate something, whether it’s a birthday, holiday, or anniversary, you take (Y/N) to the same restaurant and buy them jewelry.” 

“What is wrong with that?” Bruce tensed, defensive. “That what (Y/N) likes.” 

Barry snorted. “Doubt that.” Bruce turned his glare onto Barry. Barry flinched. “Come on, B. It wouldn’t kill you to change it up once and a while.” 

Bruce pursed his lips into a firm line. “Don’t you two have something better to do instead of being in here distracting me?” He looked back at the paperwork with a grunt. Barry and Clark took the hint, leaving the room and taking their conversation with them. Bruce relaxed only slightly. Was he boring you? Did he really always take you to the same restaurant? Throughout the rest of day, it nagged him in the back of his mind.

***

Bruce eyed Dick from the batcomputer chair as Dick flipped around on the uneven bars in the cave. The fourteen year old swung around with the skill of an Olympian. Bruce glanced at the batcomputer before looking back at Dick. Dick somersaulted off the uneven bar to land perfectly on the mat below. 

“Tat da!” Dick shouted, smiling brightly when he saw Bruce was watching. “What do you think, Bruce?” He picked up a towel and his water bottle.

“Good, but I don’t see why you need to show off. You don’t need to be that flamboyant in the field.” Bruce turned back to the batcomputer. 

Bouncy footsteps echoed throughout the cave as Dick came to Bruce’s side. “Doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun from time to time.” Dick leaned against Bruce’s computer chair. “What’s wrong with you? You realize the computer is off, right?” 

Bruce blushed slightly. “Right.” He turned the computer on. “Dick, can I ask you something? Hero to sidekick confidentiality?”

Dick laughed. “Sure. Fire away.” He smirked down at Bruce, clearly enjoying himself.  

“Do...” He cleared his throat. “Do you think I’m boring (Y/N)?” Silence followed. Bruce bit his lip, glancing at Dick to find him trying to hold back laughter by pressing his hand over his mouth. “I’m being serious.” 

A little snicker escaped Dick. He swallowed it, pulling his hand away from his mouth. “No, I mean you’re just predictable, Bruce, but people like predictability most of the time.” 

“Most of the time.” Bruce frowned. “Do you think (Y/N) is one of those people?” 

Dick smiled. “(Y/N) loves you, Bruce. I think they’d be happy just spending time with you.” He turned to head upstairs to the manor. “But it wouldn’t hurt to surprise them. Do something unexpected.” 

Bruce hummed. He watched Dick go. “Unexpected.” The batcomputer binged with new messages. Bruce frowned, pushing aside his dilemma for work once again.

***

“I’ve made your reservations for tomorrow and Mr. Kato will be coming by your office with a selection of jewelry.” Alfred folded up Bruce’s cape. He wrinkled his nose at the sewer smell that oozed from it. Bruce had just gotten back from patrol. Unfortunately, Bruce had been forced to chase Killer Croc through the sewers all night.

Bruce paused after he peeled off the top of his suit. “Alfred, do you think I’m predictable?” 

Alfred clicked his tongue. “Master Bruce, you are as predictable as they come. How do you think I am always able to see to your needs so easily?” He took the top of Bruce’s suit with a sneer of disgust. “Of course, you do surprise me once and a while. This being a prime example.”

“Sorry, Alfred.” Bruce stepped out of his suit pants and went straight into the shower. “Is (Y/N) already in bed?” 

“Yes, Mx. (Y/N) retired in order to be well rested for the Wayne Enterprises meeting in the morning. They will be taking your place.” Alfred raised his voice to be heard over the shower. “What makes you ask if you are predictable, sir? You don’t often have such concerns about your character.” 

Bruce grunted, washing his hair. “I’ve been told that (Y/N) may not appreciate my predictability.” 

“From who? Mx. (Y/N) themselves?” The sink ran. Bruce assumed Alfred started soaking his suit. 

“Dick, Clark, Barry.” Bruce blushed, cursing himself for feeling self conscious about their comments. He reasoned it was only because he felt he would never be good enough for you. 

Alfred hummed. “Yes, well, Mx. (Y/N) will be happy with whatever you do, Master Bruce. Let me know if you want me to cancel anything.” 

Bruce sighed, peeking out of the shower at Alfred who was leaving the room. “Why can’t you just say I should change our plans?” he mumbled. “I know you want me to.” He put his face straight into the spray, deciding he would get one last opinion before he spent time figuring out what to do. 

***

He crawled into bed next to you. You mumbled in your sleep. He spooned into you, tucking you against him and burying his nose into the back of your neck. 

“How was Gotham?” You turned over to look him in the eye. 

“Better now that Killer Croc is back in Arkham.” Bruce sighed, touching his nose to yours. “Sorry, I woke you up.” 

“It’s okay. I like to know you’re safe and with me.” You smiled and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. “It’s after midnight, so Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Bruce’s face fell slightly. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” He returned your kiss halfheartedly.

“What’s wrong?” You noticed the change, pulling back to look at him. 

“Nothing.” Bruce bit his lip. He studied you, drinking in how accepting and perfect you were. How did you fall in love with him? He’d never figure it out, even if he was the world’s greatest detective. “If we did something different for Valentine’s Day this year, would you mind?”

Your eyes lit up. “Different? What did you have in mind?” 

Bruce’s heart sank. Your reaction proved he was in fact boring you. He was a failure as a husband clearly. “It’s a surprise.” He forced a smile on his face. “You’ll just have to wait and see.” 

You slammed your lips against his passionately. “I’ll be happy with anything, sweetheart.” You pulled him on top of you. Bruce groaned, quickly getting distracted. He’ll have to figure out what to do for you later.

***

Bruce slipped on the leather jacket you had gifted him that morning as he stood in the entry hall of the manor. “Are you seriously wearing jeans?” Dick asked, sliding down the railing of the stairs only to flip off and land in front of Bruce. 

“We’re going casual.” Bruce crossed his arms. 

“What’s the big plan?” Dick copied Bruce by crossing his arms. He smirked, letting his hair fall into his eyes. Bruce was taken back by how Dick had grown. It was like it was yesterday when he was nine years old and swinging off the chandelier. 

“I...I’m making it up as we go.” Bruce glanced up the stairs, looking for you. “So you have Wally West coming here and you two are going to...not go on patrol?” He narrowed his eyes when Dick flashed a charming smile.

“Yeah, we’re going to play video games. Alfred will make sure we don’t burn the manor down. Besides, (Y/N) would kill us.” Dick looked up the stairs when you came around the corner.

“That’s right.” You took Bruce’s breath away. Your clothes were causal, jeans with a nice shirt. “I don’t want you and Wally eating all the Valentines candy I let you buy and staying up all night. In bed by midnight.” You put your hands on Dick’s shoulders, kissing his forehead. “Listen to Alfred.” 

“Yes, (Y/N).” Dick blushed, pulling away. “Have fun you two. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” He winked and ran off before Bruce could smack him in the back of the head. 

“He’s gotten bad.” Bruce grumbled, turning back to you. 

You played with the collar of his leather jacket. “Only learns from example.” Chuckling, you smirked up at Bruce. “I have to say I have good taste. This looks amazing on you.” 

“You’re stunning as always.” Bruce kissed you passionately, wrapping his arms around your waist. He loved you so much. His heart threatened to burst. 

Alfred cleared his throat from the front doorway. “Mr. and Mx. Wayne, I have the Dodge Charger out front and idling.” 

“Yes, thank you.” Bruce pulled away from you, nodding to Alfred. “We’ll be back some time tonight, Alfred. Don’t wait up.” 

“Of course, Master Bruce.” Alfred left the room with a satisfied smile on his lips.

“So Mr. Wayne, what is this surprise of yours?” You hooked your arm with his. “I have to say, I’m quite excited about it.” 

Bruce forced a smile on his face. “Just wait and see.” He led you out to the car, hoping an idea will come to him on the drive to Gotham.

***

“Ooo, so we’re going to the mall, Bruce?” You looked at him curiously. “Have you even been to a mall?” 

Bruce cleared his throat. “I’m sure I took you once.” He pulled into a parking space. “Didn’t you drag me here to buy something for Dick?” 

“I dragged you?” You laughed, eyes shining. “Bruce, I usually have to drag you everywhere.” You got out once Bruce turned off the car. “But this is a nice change of pace.” 

Bruce stayed in the car, silently sighing in relief. Thank goodness he happened to drive past the mall and decided to take a chance. You peeked back into the car at him. He looked at you with wide eyes. “I’m coming.” He quickly got out of the car, banging his head on the way out. You laughed.

“Now you’re acting like you did on our first date.” You leaned against the car, watching him from over the roof. “We were seventeen. Alfred just dropped us off at...”

“The library. I thought I was being original.” A small smile pulled at his lips. He blinked, flashing an image of you at seventeen when you were the loveliness person he ever saw. You still were. More beautiful if anyone asked him. 

“Very original.” You came around the car and kissed his cheek. “You were such a mess. Sweating, dropping books, tripping all over the place.” 

Bruce laughed. “Only with you. I’ve loved you then, and I love you now.” He took your hand and kissed the back of your hand. “Come on, let’s go.” He pulled you along toward the mall entrance.

***

You sat at one of the mall food court’s grubby tables. Alfred would have a heart attack and honestly you weren’t one hundred percent thrilled by it, but this was fun. Very fun. 

Bruce approached with a tray of burgers and fries. He seemed so out of his element. You enjoyed it. “Did you have trouble, dear?” You asked as he frowned at the table before carefully setting the tray down. 

“No.” He sank down onto the chair across from you. His eyebrow raised when he saw the smirk on your face. “What is that for?” 

“Bruce, did you really plan to bring me here?” You crossed your arms, resting your elbows on the table. 

“Yes.” He took a burger and unwrapped it. “I thought it would surprise you.” 

You glanced around the mall. “It certainly surprised me, but what brought this on?” 

Bruce unfolded a napkin and laid it on the table to make a barrier between his burger and the table. Your eyes widened as he opened a plastic set of silverware and started to cut his burger and eat it with his fork as if it were the finest steak in town. “I just thought we should do something different this year.”

“Seriously?” He looked up at you in surprise. “Come on, Bruce. You don’t have to do that here.” 

“What?” He frowned in confusion. 

You rolled your eyes. “Sweetheart, I know you think you need to do that to make Bruce Wayne a spoiled rich kid, but that is just ridiculous. You don’t eat a burger that way at home or when you and Dick do your late night fast food stops.” Just to show him, you unwrapped your own burger and took a big bite. 

Bruce stared at you. “Fine.” He dropped the silverware and picked up his own burger with his hands. “But if I spill on the leather coat you just gave me, it’s your fault.” 

“Worth it,” you said once you swallowed. “So you never answered my question, Mr. Wayne. What brought on this surprise?” 

Bruce cleared his throat, setting down his burger to take a drink. “It was made apparent to me that I was...boring you.” 

“Boring me?” You blinked at him. A rare blush came to his cheeks. “Bruce, how could you bore me? You’re the most interesting, handsome man I know.” 

“I didn’t realize we always went to the same restaurant and I kept giving you jewelry for every single special occasion.” Bruce shook his head, meeting your eye. “I let you down, (Y/N). You’re more special than just a habit.” 

You smiled. Your heart skipped a beat. Why did he have to be so wonderful? You stood up, leaning over the table to kiss his lips. “I love you, Bruce Wayne.” 

Bruce didn’t respond at first, surprised before he melted into you. Once you felt your skin burn, your body tingling with need, you pulled away. “Maybe we should head home early?” Bruce’s eyes danced eagerly. 

“We’ll have plenty of time when we get home. I want to enjoy your spontaneous Valentine’s Day while I can.” You winked at him before taking another bite of your burger and settling into your seat. “What’s your plan after this?” 

Bruce eyed his burger. “Well...” He glanced around. “We could walk around, see what catches our interests. I don’t know what’s here.” He looked back at you. You met his eye, falling more in love with him by the second. How could you fall more in love with the person you already loved? You guessed you were finding out.

***

“Are you sure Dick will want that?” Bruce asked, watching as you picked up a t-shirt in Dick’s size. 

“Yes, he’s a teen boy, Bruce.” You held up the shirt to show him. It was a Star Wars shirt with Chewbecca on it. “He loves Star Wars and since we’re here, we might as well.” 

Bruce raised an eyebrow. Punk rock music echoed in his ears as he and you stood in the crowded Hot Topic store. He couldn’t believe there could be so much crap in one place. “I would have never wore that as a teenager.” 

“No, but you were raised by Alfred.” You kissed his cheek. Bruce tensed when you got a playful smirk on your lips. “You know it is buy two get one free.”

“No.” Bruce held up a hand. “Don’t think about it.”

A pout crept onto your lips. Bruce’s heart melted at the sight. “Come on, Mr. Wayne.” You smiled innocently at him, but the sparkle in your eye told him you knew how to get him to bend. “This would be quite different from all the beautiful jewelry you have given me. I love it all really, but if you did want to be spontaneous and different this year...”

Bruce rolled his eyes. You were worse than Alfred. Passive aggressive all the way. “You got me, but nothing embarrassing for me if you want me to wear it.” 

“Of course, dear.” You kissed his cheek and turned back to the wall of t-shirts. Bruce’s mouth twitched, almost into a smile. He wished he would have noticed earlier, realized sooner that you would love to do something like this. A woman with several piercings came up to talk to you and you pointed at shirt on the top rack. Bruce shook his head at the sight, knowing he would love whatever you picked for him

***

“Honey, it’s okay if you can’t do it,” you whispered into Bruce’s ear as he lined up his shot. “I’ll be happy as long as you’re happy.”

“Well, I won’t be happy until I win you that bear.” Bruce narrowed his eyes before rolling the skee-ball down the lane. It bounced up and landed in the bull’s eye effortlessly. 

You laughed in delight, spurring Bruce on to roll his next three balls into the bull’s eye. The machine beeped, lights flashing and about thirty tickets popped out of it. “I was worried that you broke it.” You took the tickets, winking over at Bruce.

“It’s quite easy really. Once you calculate the amount of force and the speed the ball must go to reach the correct height, it’s simple.” Bruce unzipped his jacket, warm. He smiled when his eye caught caught the red of the AC/DC logo on his t-shirt. You had forced him to put on the t-shirt you bought right away. He had to admit that he liked it. 

You headed over to a racing game. “Race me?” You winked at him. Bruce nodded, eyes dropping to the shirt you brought for yourself. It pictured an old cartoon show you watched as a child. Bruce had no idea what it was, but loved how it looked on you.

He took the seat in the neighboring cabinet. A demo game played on the screen. “The physics in this game is concerning.” 

“It’s a video game, Bruce. It’s supposed to be exciting.” You scanned your player card into both machines. It turned on the car selection screen. “Ooo, look at this.” Bruce frowned, glancing over at your screen to see you were selecting the strangest version of the batmobile he had ever seen. 

“The car has never looked like that.” He blushed, glancing around. “Are those little batears sticking out the back?”

“Yep.” You selected it as your car. Bruce quickly turned back to his screen to chose a red corvette before the timer ended. 

The race started immediately. You laughed as you stepped on the gas. Bruce frowned when he saw the hideous batmobile zoom ahead of him. “No, you don’t.” He cut you off on the next turn.

You gasped. “That’s it, Mr. Wayne. Eat my dust.” You somehow activated thrusters on the horrid batmobile, crashing into Bruce to sent him flying through the air with ridiculous speed and height. His jaw dropped as his screen went black, resetting him on the track with you far ahead of him. 

“Stupid.” He shook his head, finding the button for his own thrusters. 

It was a dead heat, but you crossed the finish line seconds before him. “Yes!” You jumped up from your seat, hopping around in the circle. Bruce sighed, smirking as he watched you. You went to him, sitting in his lap. “Wasn’t that exciting? Maybe you should take some design ideas from this?” You kissed his lips sweetly. 

He snorted. “Maybe. Dick would get a kick out of it, that’s for sure.” He kissed you back before you hopped out of his lap to collect the tickets you earned for coming in first place. A rare laugh escaped from him as you grabbed his hand to drag him over to another game. 

***

Bruce held the bear under his arm along with a few shopping bags as he went around to open your car door. “Thank you, Mr. Wayne.” You got out of the car, kissing his cheek. “I had a wonderful time.” 

“Good. Maybe we’ll have to do this again sometime?” Bruce teased, acting like you both just went on your first date. You played along.

“Oh yes. Call me.” You pursed your lips with a glint in your eye. “Actually, would you mind carry my bags inside? I can maybe open a bottle of wine and slip into something more...comfortable.” You whispered the last word in his ear. You literally watched the shiver go up his spine.

“Yes, love.” He kissed your lips, leading you inside the manor. 

Alfred hurried out of the kitchen to meet the two of you in the entry. “Master Bruce, the signal is up.” 

Bruce’s shoulders sank. “Of course.” You smiled to hide your disappointment. “I have to go.” 

“I know.” You kissed his cheek. “Just know I’ll be waiting for you when you get home.” You took the bags and the bear from him. 

Bruce smiled. “Good. Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.” He sealed a passionate kiss to your lips, dipping you slightly. You buried your fingers in his hair before he righted you and left the room.

You panted, shaking your head with a smile. Alfred just eyed the bear you held. “Are Dick and Wally still awake?”

“Yes, the boys just finished their fourth pizza an hour ago.” Alfred rolled his eyes. “Mr. West certainly eats quite a bit.” 

“Well, he has to keep up with his metabolism.” You sighed and dug into one of your bags. “We got you some of the tea you like. There was a tea store at the mall.” You held out the box to him. Alfred’s eyes widened.

“Master Bruce took you to the mall?” He wrinkled his nose. “That was his plan?”

You laughed, delighted by the shock on Alfred’s face. “No, he was being spontaneous and we happened to drive by.” You adjusted the bags and the bear in your arms. “Are the boys still in the den? I think I’ll hang out with them for a bit, keep them from following Bruce into the city.”

“Of course, Mx. (Y/N).” Alfred smiled at the box of tea before following you into the den where you were met with Dick and Wally’s noisy chatter.

***

Bruce felt sick to his stomach as he climbed the stairs. He held back a yawn. The grandfather clock dinged loudly from the study. Four in the morning. Bruce sighed. You were probably asleep already. He hated that he missed the something comfortable you changed into.

The bedroom door was shut. Bruce paused outside, closing his eyes for a moment. He hoped you wouldn’t be upset with him. What was he supposed to do when Gordon told him about bodies disappearing from funeral homes only to reappear with missing limbs? In fact, he still hadn’t solved the case, but he had set up a trap for the body snatcher and it had to wait until tomorrow night.

Opening the door silently, his stomach dropped when he saw lit candles around the room. You were asleep on the bed in a beautiful, skimpy outfit. Your phone laid on your stomach and the blanket that was usually across the foot of the bed covered your waist. 

A groan came from deep in Bruce’s gut as he locked the door behind him. He crawled onto the bed, not bothering to undress. Pulling you against his chest, he worship your neck with kisses. 

“Bruce?” Your eyes fluttered as you yawned. A hand came around to rest on Bruce’s cheek. “You’re home.” 

“Finally, yes.” He moaned against your collarbone as his kisses moved downward. The taste of your skin drove him wild. “I’m sorry it’s so late.” 

“Yeah, it’s no longer Valentine’s Day.” You buried a hand in his hair, opening your eyes enough to watch him shower your body with kisses. “But who’s says we can’t let this be Valentine’s Eve?” 

Bruce chuckled against your skin. “That would have been the day before yesterday.” 

“Same thing.” You wrapped your legs around him when he crawled on top of you. “I love you, Bruce Wayne.” You looked him straight into the eye. Bruce felt the love and passion in your eyes shoot straight down to his abdomen. 

“I love you, (Y/N) Wayne.” He kissed your lips and the two of you finished one of the best Valentine’s Days either of you had ever had.

[ladylannisterxo]

Did you see the theory that Eddie Munson might be 10? Not sure how I feel about that. (youtube. com /watch?v=C7_erVjQYeY)

huh... I mean it's certainly a theory. It's an interesting one too. It didn't even dawn on me that 010 wasn't technically shown dead in the beginning, so that's intriguing. But yeah, Eddie mentions having a buzzed head when he was younger and then, of course, the watch covering up his potential 010 tattoo is also a possibility.

I mean, he rarely ever takes that leather jacket off so that's a good cover for it. And, like it was said, he really didn't seem all too surprised to hear about 011 and her superpowers, like it was just a normal thing. Sure, it could be everything that's already going on so hey, why not a girl with superpowers? But I dunno, it's a possibility.

He's very well adjusted, all things considered, but then again, so was Kali (for the most part) when we met her in S2. And we don't know anything about his parents so it could be possible that he was taken from them by Dr. Brenner and who is to say that Wayne is his real uncle? Could just be a nice man that took him in, we don't know.

But like, 010's powers was him being able to see through like a non-physical manner - like he was able to decipher what Dr. Brenner was drawing and he could locate people (similar to 011) but maybe he lost his powers too? But how?

Hmm... it's a good theory, I'll say that. Not sure if they'll do anything with it or if it's just us fans trying to sink our teeth further into the narrative but I like it, I think it could really go somewhere. Would be interesting to see anyway.

[princessjaqulinechess1031]

by the bedside

Characters: Damian Wayne, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Adrien Agreste, Jason Todd

Summary: A job goes wrong, and Marinette fears the worst until Damian wakes up. 

Notes: Cross-posted on Archive of Our Own. 

Sequel

"À la claire fontaine," a soft voice sung, pulling Damian out of his hazy daze. "M'en allant promener, j'ai trouvé l'eau si belle…"

Damian groaned and tried to turn on his side, to try and reach whatever it was singing, but the moment he did, the song stopped and was replaced by a gasp. Damian blinked his eyes open, ignoring the sting, and saw sitting next to him was a disheveled and red-eyed Marinette sitting next to him.

"Damian….," she whispered. Damian tried to reach out a hand to her, but found that it felt like lead. Moving it felt like a splitting pain, and it was weighed down by a cast. Damian shut his eyes and leaned back into the pillow. The building, the explosion, and –

"Adrien?" Damian croaked. Marinette nodded her head and took the hand not enclosed in a cast in her hands. She gave it a gentle squeeze and smiled.

"He's fine," Marinette said. "He's doing damage control with your brother."

Ah, yes. Dick. Nightwing had come to Paris as one Dick Grayson, something to do with Wayne Enterprises or other, when he had realized what Damian was up to. Robin had become an unofficial third member of Paris's own dynamic duo, Ladybug and Chat Noir once all their allies identities were exposed. Hawkmoth was long gone, so it was just petty criminals and the like, but adding a fourth member to that so suddenly had thrown everything off. Even if it was for one mission. A bomb was missed, and now –

"How long was I out?" Damian asked. He narrowed his eyes and looked around and saw a familiar location had enveloped him. "And ho-how did we get to the Batcave?"

"Two days," Marinette said breathlessly. "And a Zeta tube."

Ah, Zeta. He should have known. Damage control probably meant making sure Paris still had someone patrolling and keeping it's citizens safe.

"Nightwing insisted we bring you back here," Marinette said. "Said you should be with family."

That meant it was touch and go for a moment. Damian felt unfrazzled by the brush with death, how many times had he had one since he was born? Not to mention he actually had died once. He looked down at Marinette's outfit, and saw she was wearing the same purple sundress she had been wearing before her transformation two days ago.

"H-have you been here the whole time?" Damian asked softly. Marinette looked down at her fingers sheepishly.

"I-I had to be sure," Marinette said. "When the Lucky Charm didn't work, and –" Marinette cut herself off with a chortle of tears. "Ma moitié, I had to make sure you weren't dead."

Damian shut his eyes. This was what frazzled him. He knew in their line of work, one got hurt. Sometimes you didn't walk away. But to hurt Marinette, to make Marinette feel hopeless and lost as Damian fought on a hospital bed. Marinette was the one good, pure thing he had ever been able to keep, and to make her feel pain felt like a betrayal.

"You should have gone home," Damian said slowly. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

Marinette shook her head and squeezed his hand.

"If you expected me to do that, then you don't really know me."

Damian turned his head to the side, and tried to ignore the sharp burst of pain at the top of his back from the movement. But try as he might, he still winced. Marinette reached forward and put a hand on his shoulder to try and steady him again.

"Be still, ma moitié," Marinette said. "Monsieur Pennyworth said it was best for you to remain as you are."

Marinette was so polite, and despite Alfred's continued insistence, Marinette continued to call the man by his proper name. Damian found it was one of many adorable things about her to love.

"Nawaret aynaya," Damian said, "I promise I'm fine –"

"No you're not!" Marinette busted out. "You're hurt, you- you nearly died! All because I couldn't keep my team – I got distracted and –"

The young girl burst into tears, and Damian took his hand from her grasp and reached up to caress her cheek. Oh, Marinette. She always took ever mistake, every misstep, as some misgiving on her part. To Marinette, the safety of all Paris and all of her friends sat squarely on her shoulders. She might shoulder that responsibility with her brother Chat Noir, but Marinette would always hold it as a personal stake in her heart.

"It's not your fault, nawaret aynaya," Damian said softly. "This – this comes with the mask, you know that. If you had or had not been there, this would have happened eventually." He wiped away a tear form her cheek, and Marinette reached for the hand still caressing her. "I love you Marinette. And I know you would never hurt me. So stop blaming yourself."

Marinette gave a weak smile.

"If you expect me to stop just like that," she hiccupped, "then you don't really know me at all." She sucked in a deep breath and rubbed her thumb across his wrist.

"I love you too," she said. Damian's heart sang. For seventeen years he had waited for something and someone that would look at him and not see a monster. Not see an assassin or a danger or someone to fear. And by some miracle, that person turned out to be the love of his life.

And he'd be damned if he let her go.

"He's flatlining, I'm calling it," a voice said, breaking the moment around them. Damian retracted his hand and Marinette wiped away a last tear. In the doorway stood one Jason Todd, mask gone but still wearing spandex and his leather jacket. "Mari, time of death?"

Marinette bit her lip and looked down at her hands, but Damian could see the beginnings of a smile on her face. Jason stepped into the room and dragged a chair from the corner and sat down next to Marinette with a loud thud.

"Papa Bat should be here in a little bit, Brat Bat," Jason said. He took out his gun and began to fiddle with it, probably to clean it since he pulled out a white cloth from his pocket. Damian frowned.

"I'm not a brat," Damian said. Jason rolled his eyes.

"You might be seventeen, but you're still a brat sometimes," Jason said. Marinette looked up from her hands, that familiar mischief shining in her eyes.

"You're kinda. Sometimes," Marinette said softly. Jason laughed and slung an arm around the girl's shoulder.

"Ah! I got the girlfriend on my side!" Jason said. "I win!"

Normally Damian would keep going and insist he wasn't a brat, but Jason was as transparent as a plane of glass. Jason was trying to cheer up Marinette with this joke, and Damian was not going to try and ruin that. Marinette was going to be happy and not worry too much about Damian, that was his mission.

"What did you win?" Adrien asked, popping his head into the med bay. His blonde hair was still damp, meaning he probably just got out of a post-patrol shower. He came up behind his adopted sister and hugged her from behind, placing a kiss to her temple.

"Marinette admitted Damian was a brat sometimes," Jason said.

"I am not!"

"Yeah, you are," Adrien said. Tim and Dick entered the room, and Tim was texting someone on his phone. Probably Stephanie, telling her he was okay. Dick pulled a chair over to the other side of Damian's bed and leaned back, his long legs stretching out underneath the medical bed.

"Be nice to the injured child," Dick said. Damian frowned.

"I am not a child," Damian said. "I am the same age you were when you went solo, Grayson."

Dick raised a brow. "And? I was a child then, henceforth, you're a child now."

Damian furrowed his brow again and Marinette laughed softly, but once again he did not fight. If it made Marinette smile, it was worth it.

His father finally materialized, Alfred behind him. His father was as stoic as ever, his eyes steeled and guarded thanks to the new visitors to the Cave. Despite the Miraculous duo having been unofficial members of the Batfamily for a year and a half, Father still seemed opposed to giving them official membership. Damian wondered if it had anything to do with Marinette being his girlfriend. He hoped not.

"Master Damian," Alfred said, and a phantom smile overtook his professional form. "I see you are recovering well. I assume Miss Marinette has made sure you've stayed where you should?"

"He only woke up a little while ago, Monsieur," Marinette said. Her lips upturned wickedly. "The real problems in that regard have not started yet."

Adrien laughed and hugged his sister tighter.

"Trust me, mi'lady is here is plenty capable of keeping Damian in line."

Once upon a time, Damian had been jealous of Adrien's nickname for Marinette. Now Damian knew better. Adrien may have once been desperately in love with Marinette and Ladybug, but once one Kagami entered the picture it was game over. Now, the nickname was mere relic of that time and a testament to the depth of their bond.

"I expect nothing less," Alfred said. Father stood at the foot of his bed. He was still dressed in his suit, but his cowl was down, revealing his identity. That made Adrien and Marinette's lack of inclusion even more baffling – they knew who all of them were, the biggest secret they had.

"Are you alright Damian?" Father asked. Damian nodded.

"Yes Father," Damian said. A sigh of relief left his father's form. Despite medical evidence, after everything that happened with Jason, Father would never be certain of his kid's state until he heard from them exactly.

"Well, I mean, wasn't he just fighting with Jason?" Tim asked. He looked up from his phone. "Me and Dick heard them outside. If he's in a fighting mood, he's fine."

"I almost died, and you guys treat me this way," Damian said. Jason rolled his eyes.

"Shut up, this is how we show our love," Jason said. He eyes Dick. "Except for Dick. He does the whole normal shit. Damn well-adjusted asshole."

"Damn non-well-adjusted asshole," Dick shot back. Marinette giggled. Father turned to Marinette and Adrien.

"You two can stay here as long as you need, to make sure Damian is okay," Father said. Damian tried not to let his surprise be palpable. Marinette and Adrien were barely allowed in the Batcave half the time, now Father was offering to let them stay while Damian recovered? What had happened in the time he was asleep? "You can Zeta home for clothes, if you need them. But we have enough clothes that might fit you Adrien, and I'm sure Cass left some things behind before going to Hong Kong."

"Thank you, Monsieur Wayne," Adrien said for the both of them. Marinette smiled and then turned her attention back to Damian.

Damian for seventeen years wondered what it would be like to be purely loved.

Now he knew. It came from Marinette Dupain-Cheng, that kind of true love

[ragingbookdragon]

The Accidental Wife PT. 1

A Bruce Wayne x Reader AU!

Warnings: Explicit Language Author’s Note: I don’t remember what brought this story into existence, but rereading the parts I’ve written remind me of how enjoyable it was to make it! Enjoy! -Thorne

Her hand pressed the button on her alarm clock, and she sat up in bed; her hand moved to her phone and she picked it up, looking at the time. Eight-thirty…Time to get the boys up. She rose from the bed and stretched, feeling her bones pop, then she folded her sheets up and moved into the hallway. (Y/N) opened the first door and peeked her head in.

           “Jay? Time to get up baby.” She heard a grunt and she smiled, closing the door and moving to the door across from it. She stepped inside and moved beside her son’s bed; (Y/N) placed a hand on his back and rubbed. “Timmy? Time to wake up Hun.” He groaned and she snorted, patting his back. “Don’t make me come in here again Timmy. I’ll bring cold water next time.” He weakly tossed a hand up and she laughed before walking to the hallway; she moved down the steps and into the kitchen, starting breakfast. A few minutes later, her second oldest stepped inside and moved to the table; she smiled at him as she flipped the bacon in the skillet. “Morning baby.”

           “Mornin’ Ma.”

           “Sleep well?” He nodded and set his books on the table; she eyed them. “History and Business Management?” Jason nodded again.

           “Midterm exams are today.” (Y/N) placed a plate in front of him.

           “You ready for it?” He huffed a laugh.

           “They’re my fortes Ma.” (Y/N) ruffled his hair and placed a kiss on his head.

           “I know they are. Your teachers always told me that when we’d go to parent-teacher conferences.” She moved back to the refrigerator and grabbed the orange juice, setting it down on the table. “You’ll do fine.” Jason smiled at her and she tipped her head to the stairs. “Timothy Jackson! Do not make me come up those stairs to wake you up again!” Jason laughed as she set another plate down.

           “Timmy stay up all night again?” (Y/N) shrugged.

           “Probably. Kid’s gonna run himself into the ground if he doesn’t sleep soon.” Jason chuckled, and a few minutes later, a groggy Tim came down the stairs, shuffling into the kitchen to the table. They watched him sit down and stare at his plate. (Y/N) set a hand on his shoulder. “Timmy? You okay?”

           “…ffee…”

           “What?”

           “Coffee.”

           “Magic word?”

           “Please.” (Y/N) smiled and set a cup down in front of him, watching as he picked it up and drank from it.

           “Better?” He nodded.

           “Much.” (Y/N) snorted and went into the kitchen again, putting dishes into the sink, then, the sound of the door opening and closing came into the house.

           “Mom…I’m home!” (Y/N) tipped her head into the hallway and smiled.

           “Dickie! What are you doing here all the way from Blüdhaven?” Dick grinned and put his hands on his hips.

           “Can’t I come home and see my family?” (Y/N) rolled her eyes and opened her arms, laughing as he walked into them. He picked her up and bear-hugged her; then, he put her down and moved into the kitchen. “Jay! Timmy! What’s hanging little brothers?” (Y/N) listened to her sons go back in forth as she stepped to the table and sat down; she stared at them.

           “Mom? Is everything alright?” She looked up at Dick and smiled.

           “Yeah baby…just been awhile since all of us have sat down at the table for breakfast…I missed it.” They gave sad smiles and Dick took her hand.

           “Sorry Mom.” (Y/N) shook her head and squeezed his hand.

           “Don’t be sorry baby.” She paused and looked at her sons. “My babies are grown and living their best lives. What more could I ask for?” Her son’s smiles grew, and she leaned on her other hand. “So, what’s our agendas for today?”

           “I have my midterms today, then I’m going to work.” She nodded at Jason, then looked at Tim.

           “I have classes and my internship at Wayne Enterprises today.”

           “How’s that going?” He nodded.

           “It’s going well. Mr. Wayne is an excellent boss.”

           “Seems like you’re learning a lot from him?” Tim glanced at Dick and opened his mouth to speak, but Jason beat him to it.

           “I’m still surprised you’re actually working with The Bruce Wayne.” Tim shrugged his shoulders.

           “I’m still expecting the dream to wear off.”

           “How did you end up working with him again?” Tim glanced at Dick.

           “I submitted a plan to upgrade technology and save money at the same time, and he called me to his office and asked if I wanted to work with his team.” He paused. “Apparently they liked my plan.” (Y/N) smiled.

           “Of course, they did. No one knows tech like you Timmy.” They watched as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, and she turned to Dick. “So why are you here from Bludhaven? I thought you had to work?” Dick picked up a piece of bacon from his plate and popped it in his mouth.

           “Had the day off. Figured I’d come home and see how everyone is doing.” He placed a few envelopes on the table. “Picked up the mail by the way.” (Y/N) took the bills and stood up, flipping through them. “What do we have mom?”

           “A few bills and the survivor’s benefit from the VA.” She passed the bills to Dick. “Take my bank card and go pay those for me, please. I have to work the late shift for Darleen tonight…I won’t be able to get to the bank today.” Dick nodded and took them, then she passed the check to Jason. “Go with your brother to the bank and put this into yours and Tim’s accounts.”

           “What about you Ma?” She waved him off as she put the dishes in the sink.

           “Don’t worry about me Jay. Just put the money into your accounts.” Jason’s eyebrows furrowed.

           “But Ma.” She held up a hand.

           “You boys need to go get ready. You’ll be late for school.” Tim and Jason looked at the clock before rushing from their seats and up the stairs; (Y/N) snorted and began clearing the table, taking the dishes to the sink. She felt Dick stand beside her and she sighed. “Don’t worry Dickie…Everything’s fine.”

           “Is it?” She nodded and he reached out, turning her to him. “Mom.” (Y/N) sighed again.

           “We’re fine Dickie.” She paused and wiped her hands on the towel. “Just a few bumps. But we’ll be okay.” Dick stared at her.

           “What happened?” (Y/N) exhaled and looked up at him.

           “…Alex had to let me go the other night.” His eyes widened.

           “For what?”

           “Some asshole grabbed me, and I broke his arm.” She leaned against the counter. “To keep him from suing Alex and I, I agreed to walk. I’ve been checking the newspapers for job listings, and I’ve been pulling extra shifts at the diner to make sure we have money.”

           “That’s why you’re telling Jay to put the VA check in their accounts?” (Y/N) nodded.

           “If anything happens, and we end up in an unfortunate position, I want you boys to be able to stay afloat as long as you can.” She glanced at him. “I don’t have to worry about you in Bludhaven, because I know you have a successful job. But Tim and Jason are still in college, and I need to keep them going until they graduate and do the same.” Dick stared at his mother before pulling her into a hug.

           “I wish you would’ve called me mom. I could’ve sent some money over.” He felt her shake her head.

           “No. It’s my job as your mother to keep you boys safe and protected. Besides, your money is yours Dick. Keep that for your own.” Dick pulled away.

           “Mom…I make almost eight grand a month. My expenses are three grand a month. I can help out if you need me to.” She shook her head.

           “Like I said Dickie, that’s your-”

           “And if I’m not using that extra money to help take care of my little brothers, and the woman who has always kept food in my stomach, clothes on my back, a roof over my head, and countless other things, then what good of a son am I?” (Y/N) stared at him in shock and he spoke solemnly. “Mom. I can help you.” She held his gaze for as long as she could before sighing and nodding reluctantly.

           “If you could pay the electricity bill, I’d appreciate it Dickie.” He smiled and nodded before placing a kiss to her forehead.

           “I’ll take care of it Mom. Anything else?” (Y/N) handed him a grocery list.

           “Get groceries please. You can use my debit for that.” He waved her off and took the list.

           “I’ll take care of it Mom, don’t worry about it.” She huffed a laugh and moved past him, stopping at the stairs.

           “I always worry. Comes with being a mother.” He snorted and she looked up the stairs. “Boys! Put it in gear!”

           “Ma! Where’s my leather jacket?!”

           “I don’t know Jay! The last time I wore your jacket was…never!”

           “Ha-ha Ma…Very funny!”

           “I try! Tim! Are you done yet?!”

           “I’m about to brush my teeth!” She grunted and moved to the door.

           “I swear…you boys have no concept of time.”

           “Hey! I do to!” She glanced at Jason and held out his backpack.

           “Well take your concept and take it to school, else you’ll be late.” He grinned and kissed her cheek.

           “Love you Ma.” She smiled as he headed out the door.

           “Love you baby.” Tim came rushing down the stairs, adjusting his tie.

           “Mom, do I look alright?”

           “You look sleep-deprived.” Tim snorted and kissed her cheek before taking off after Jason.

           “Love you Mom!” She was about to respond when he stopped and turned around. “What are you doing Friday night?” (Y/N) raised an eyebrow.

           “Why?”

           “Mr. Wayne invited me to dinner and asked me if I would extend the invitation to you and the others.”

           “Really?” He nodded.

           “Yes ma’am.” (Y/N) went silent for a moment, then nodded.

           “Darleen owes me for her shift tonight, so I’ll ask her to take mine Friday. Tell him we’ll be there.” Tim grinned and waved before running after Jason. “Love you!” His hand went in the air and she closed the door; Dick stood beside her and she looked at him. “Mind helping me around the house?” He smiled and nodded.

           “Sure.”

           She stared at the mirror then turned around and tugged at the dress.

           “Should I go with the red one instead?” Her sons stared at her from their spots on the bed.

           “I think the black one looks good on you Ma. Makes you look slim.” (Y/N) raised an eyebrow.

           “Trying to tell me something Jay?”

           “What! No! I just meant that black makes you look slim. And most women want their figure to be flattered. Black does that.” She paused and turned around again.

           “You may be right.”

           “Why are you so concerned about this Mom? It’s just dinner.” She looked at Tim through the mirror.

           “Yes…Dinner…with your boss. Who happens to be one of the richest men in the world? I can’t look like a mess in front of him. It would be an embarrassment for you.” Tim snorted.

           “Mr. Wayne won’t be bothered by that mom.” She grunted and adjusted the dress.

           “You say that, but when he looks me up and down, the moment his eyes reach mine, they’re either going to indicate that he’s impressed by me, or not.” She met his eyes. “I’d rather it be the first one than the second.” Dick rose from the bed and moved beside her.

           “You look great mom.” She sighed and nodded.

           “Thank you, baby.” (Y/N) turned and looked at them. “Are you boys ready?” They nodded and she tipped her head. “Then let’s head out.” They followed her to the door and to the car.

           When they arrived at the restaurant, (Y/N) stared at it in shock.

           “Mom? You good?” She nodded.

           “I’ve never seen such a fancy restaurant…except in the movies.” Tim grinned and motioned them to follow; they stepped in and a waiter greeted them.

           “Mr. Drake?” Tim nodded and he motioned them. “Please follow me. Mr. Wayne is waiting for you.” (Y/N) began taking deep breaths as they walked through the restaurant.

           “Ma? Are you hypervenilating?” She looked at Jason and glared.

           “I’m fine…just a little nervous.” Tim snorted and glanced over his shoulder.

           “Mom. Mr. Wayne isn’t going to do anything.” She rolled her eyes but kept silent.

           Eventually, they moved into a secluded room, and her eyes fell on a man sitting at the table; he looked up at them and smiled, rising to greet them. He held out a hand and shook it with Tim.

           “Tim. Glad to see you could make it.” Tim shook his hand and grinned.

           “Thank you for inviting us.” He paused and turned to (Y/N), gesturing her forward; she stepped next to him and smiled. “Mr. Wayne, I’d like to introduce my mother, (Y/N) (L/N).” She held out her hand.

           “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Wayne. Timm-” She caught herself. “Tim has spoken about you many times.” He took her hand and placed a kiss to the back of it.

           “Pleasure is all mine Ms. (L/N). And please, call me Bruce.” (Y/N) felt her cheeks warm and she let out a nervous laugh.

           “Can…do.” She heard a cough and her two oldest stood beside her; they held out their hands.

           “Dick Grayson.”

           “Jason Todd.” He shook their hands and turned back to (Y/N).

           “Wonderful family you have Ms. (L/N).” She smiled and looked at her sons.

           “They certainly keep me on my toes.” He smiled and motioned to the table.

           “Please, sit.” They took their seats and he looked at her. “Do you drink Ms. (L/N)?”

           “You can call me (Y/N), Bruce. Ms. (L/N) makes me feel old.” Bruce chuckled and he nodded.

           “Totally understand (Y/N).” He glanced at her. “You look like a white wine type of woman.” She grinned.

           “I’m more of red actually.” Bruce nodded and motioned to the waiter.

           “Montoya Cabernet, two glasses.” He paused and motioned to Dick and Jason. “Unless you two would like some also?” Jason shook his head.

           “I prefer beer.” (Y/N) elbowed Jason in the side and he grunted. “I mean, no thank you, but I appreciate you asking.” Dick snorted and nodded his head.

           “I’d like to try some.” Bruce smiled and turned to the waiter.

           “Three glasses then.” The waiter nodded and took off; Bruce leaned forward. “So (Y/N), Tim tells me you’re a waitress?” (Y/N) eyes darted to Tim who wore a nervous smile; she huffed a laugh and nodded.

           “Yes. I work at Tammy’s Diner on fifth and parks. Worked there for most of my life actually.”

           “Were you born in Gotham?

           “No, Blüdhaven originally, but my parents moved to Gotham when I was younger.” Bruce nodded and she turned to Tim. “So how is my son doing? No problems, I assume?” Bruce chuckled and nodded.

           “Your son is a genius (Y/N). I’m lucky to have someone so smart on my team.” She smiled as Tim rubbed his neck, and Bruce turned to the others. “From what Tim’s told me, you two are also making strides in your work. Dick, you’re a police officer in Blüdhaven, correct?” Dick nodded.

           “Yes sir. I joined a few months ago.”

           “Are you enjoying it?” Dick laughed.

           “I love my job…paperwork is a pain though.” They shared a laugh.

           “I know what you mean.” His gaze turned to Jason. “And you Jason, you’re majoring in history, aiming to teach?” Jason nodded.

           “I plan to teach at Gotham High…if I can get a teaching degree.” Bruce nodded.

           “You could teach at Gotham Academy if you wanted.”

           “I could…but I’d prefer to help the kids of Gotham who were like me growing up.” He paused. “Ma taught us to give back to those who need it. I plan on giving back to the kids of Gotham.” (Y/N) felt her heart warm at his words, and a smile crossed her face; Bruce caught this and smiled.

           “You seem proud of your sons (Y/N).” She nodded.

           “I couldn’t be prouder of my sons.” She glanced at them. “They’re my world.” The boys flushed at her words, and Bruce smiled.

           “They seem like good young men.” (Y/N) met his eyes.

           “They are.”

           After dinner, they sat around the table, listening to Dick tell a story about work.

           “And I looked at the guy and I said, ‘Man…What’s a drug dealer doing selling shoes? You’re tripping man.’” They burst into laughter, and he continued. “I mean, I still had to book the guy for possession, but the mood was certainly lighter.” (Y/N) laid a hand on his arm, the other wiping under her eyes.

           “Oh Dickie, you crack me up.” He smiled.

           “I try to mom.” Bruce watched them for a moment.

           “(Y/N)?”

           “Yes?”

           “If you don’t mind me asking, how did they come into your care?” The room went silent as the boys stared at their mother, and Bruce raised a hand. “I apologize, that was wrong to ask.” (Y/N) shook her head.

           “No, it’s fine.” She paused and looked at the boys. “Do you mind?” They shook their heads and she started with Dick. “Dick’s parents were…” She paused and Dick laid a hand over hers.

           “Mom…it’s alright.” She smiled sadly and nodded.

           “Dick’s parents were murdered when he was eight. GCPD placed him in the orphanage a few days after it happened. Eventually, he fled and somehow ended up at the diner I worked at. I’ve grown up around the Narrows, so I know homeless kids when I see them, and I knew he was one. So, I sat with him and talked with him. He said he didn’t have anywhere to go, so on a whim, I let him stay at my home.” She paused and looked at Dick. “And here I was, in college, with an eight-year-old kid to look after…But it worked out in the end.”

           “How so?” She glanced at Bruce.

           “CPS showed up, asking that I hand Dick over…that he was supposed to be at the orphanage. I asked Dick if he wanted to stay with me. He said yes…the rest is history.”

           “And Tim and Jason?” (Y/N) laughed.

           “Jason and I actually had a rather humorous meeting.”

           “Oh?” (Y/N) nodded.

           “I caught him taking my tires.” Bruce’s eyes widened and she continued. “Dick put him in a headlock while I put the tires back on my car, then we invited him inside for dinner. He left that night and showed up the next. Eventually, it became a regular thing, and he became part of the family too.” She paused and looked at Tim. “Now Tim on the other hand was actually a surprise.”

           “Really?”

           “Mhm. I was friends with Tim’s mother, Janet. When his father passed away, he showed up on my doorstep with a letter from his mother saying that if anything happened to her and Jack, she wanted Tim to stay with me. Dick and Jason immediately took him in under their wings, and that’s how the family is.” (Y/N) paused and looked at them. “I don’t know if I’ve been the best mother I could’ve been, but I made sure to raise them like gentlemen, with respect for people, and kindness to others. I don’t know who I’d be without them…They make me proud every day.” The smiles they gave her almost made her cry and she turned to Bruce. “Sorry…I’ve rattled on.” He shook his head.

           “It’s a parent’s job to praise and dote on their children.”

           “Do you have children of your own Bruce?”

           “A son, Damian.”

           “That’s a fine name.”

           “Thank you…his mother picked it.” (Y/N) raised an eyebrow.

           “I wasn’t aware you had married?” Bruce snorted.

           “Oh, she and I aren’t married.” (Y/N) nodded.

           “I see. Apologies.” He smiled at her, and the waiter brought the bill; she watched as Bruce put a credit card on it and hand it back. After a few minutes, they stood outside the restaurant, watching as Bruce spoke to Tim; then, they walked over, and Bruce smiled.

           “(Y/N)? May I speak with you for a second?” She nodded and handed the boys her keys.

           “You boys go ahead and get into the car. I’ll be there in a sec.” The boys said their goodbyes and she and Bruce were left standing alone; she looked at him. “Thank you for inviting us out for dinner Bruce. I think I speak for us all when I say we enjoyed it.” He smiled and nodded.

           “I’m glad I did. I usually invite my team’s families for dinner, just to meet them, and Tim was no different.”

           “How is Tim doing?” Bruce’s tone took on one of pride.

           “Your son is without a doubt, one of the best employees who’s ever worked at WE. He is so smart and so very capable of everything he’s given.” (Y/N) beamed with pride.

           “That’s my boy.” The two of them shared a laugh and Bruce looked down at her.

           “But the reason I wanted to speak with you, is because I was wondering if I could ask you to dinner again. Maybe the two of us?” (Y/N) eyes went wide and she gestured to herself.

           “Like a…date?” He nodded. “With…me?” He huffed a laugh and nodded again.

           “I enjoyed speaking with you (Y/N). I’d like to do it again.” She felt her cheeks warm.

           “…Oh…”

           “Unless you don’t want to. I’d never ask someone to do something they didn’t want to do.” She shook her head.

           “No! I’d…love to.” Bruce smiled and took her hand, pressing a kiss to it again.

           “Then I’ll speak with you later (Y/N).” She smiled bashfully at him as he walked off, then she called out after him.

           “But you don’t have my number!” He turned as he was climbing into his car.

           “I have my ways!” (Y/N) snorted as she walked to the car, climbing into the driver’s seat; her sons were on her in a second.

           “What did he say Ma?”

           “What did Mr. Wayne want?”

           “You alright Mom?” (Y/N) raised a hand.

           “Everything’s fine…relax.” They eyed her suspiciously.

           “You’re grinning Ma.”

           “Jay’s right mom. What’d he say?” She sighed and pulled onto the street.

           “He just…asked me to dinner.” Shouts of shock went around the car and (Y/N) thought Tim’s eyes were going to bulge from his head.

           “MR. WAYNE ASKED YOU OUT?! WHAT?!” She raised an eyebrow.

           “Am I not capable of being asked out?”

           “What?! No! I just meant…wow. I was not expecting him to do that.” (Y/N) shrugged.

           “He asked…I accepted.”

           “You sure that’s a good idea mom? He is Timmy’s boss.” She nodded.

           “Even if it doesn’t go well, he doesn’t seem like the type of man to give up a good team member to get back at someone.” Tim nodded.

           “She’s got a point.” (Y/N) raised a hand again.

           “It’s just dinner.” The boys seemed to accept that answer until,

           “I don’t like him Ma.”