#I imagine Dick goes on to tell Jason all the ways Jason looks nice

[bat-stuff]

Damian Wayne headcanons: “Totally can make girls swoon as long as he’s not standing next to Damian (we’ll talk about Damian’s body and pretty boy features in another post)”, can we get that post discussing Damian’s pretty boy features and how he most likely gets the most people coming after him thx to his perfect mix of Talia and Bruce’s genes (Talia’s brown skin color, her green cat shaped eyes w/long eyelashes, Bruce’s face (tho I headcanon the older dami gets the more he physically resembles Talia until the resemblance is uncanny, or he grows to become a perfect match of both his parents facial features), hairline (unless dami grows his hair out a little more in the future), the Wayne charm etc.)????????? Also how the others (Collin, Jon, & Billy) attractive looks attract others as well?????

Honestly, I totally forgot that Tumblr existed for a while so thess are way overdue. But here we go.

Also, excuse Damian's for being hella long but I've had a lot of time to think about Damian

Ok I also have a feeling that I haven't mentioned this before ...

All my content for these boys is aged up, which means they aren't a gaggle of 12 year olds. I'm imagining them between the ages of 16 and 18 unless otherwise stated.

DAMIAN WAYNE, JON KENT, COLIN WILKES, AND BILLY BATSON FEATURES HEADCANONS

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DAMIAN WAYNE

Damian has green eyes, I know people will argue and say he has blue but his eyes are definitely a dark mossy green.

Though they definitely have the capability of changing color in the sunlight, they light up and turn into lighter shades depending on the lighting and time of day, but personally I think they are a dark mossy green.

I don't want to spend too much time on Damian's eyes but for example, in Gotham they tend to be darker because of the atmosphere, whereas when Damian goes to see Jon in Metropolis, they'll be lighter shades because of the sunlight

He 100% has Talia's eyes, and facial structure. I can see him having more of Bruce's features, but his facial and body structure is closer to Talia.

Strong jawline but softer than Bruce's. Damian looks a bit like Bruce but not as sharp, so to speak. His face is slimmer and more rounded, his eyes are more pointed and are sharper but Bruce's are wider.

Bruce is ruggedly handsome, Damian is flawlessly pretty.

Damian's body structure is closer to Talia's too.

I don't see Damian really being able to pack on muscle mass in the future like Bruce. As Damian gets older his body structure looks a lot like Dick's, he's very well fitted.

He does have nice biceps tho. To the point where when he moves you could feel the muscle flex underneath if you were touching them

(If you haven't experienced this personally with anyone, I highly suggest it. Biceps are hot.)

He doesn't have thick thighs like Jason, but he's still very muscular. Sometimes it's hard to tell unless he's flexing, he's not busting out of his clothes, but he is quite strong.

On to other features, Damian isn't white.

I think we've all established it by now but just to make sure.

His skin is a lot like Talia's, light olive skin. Though, in the summer, if Damian gets even the smallest ounce of light he tans instantly. I'm the winters in Gotham, one might mistake him for white because his skin is lighter but once he's put next to Tim it's easy to see that he's not.

Damian has perfect eyebrows. Nothing else needs to accompany this. His eyebrows are flawless.

Ok, so hair. Another thing I've seen some disagreement on.

I believe Damian's hair is Black, like Bruce. But unlike Bruce it's not coarse and heavy. It's light, wispy and soft. When he was younger at the manor he used to gel it up, but now that he's older he's come to realize that it'll just go wherever he wants and it will be fine.

Damian's voice, which I've kinda already covered, is wide range. He can sound like a little girl or Corpse. He generally leans towards a deeper voice, it vibrates a little so if he's talking while you're touching him in some way you can feel the grumble.

He hums a lot. Not musically, but in response to things. He's taken up a habit of humming into words, like saying "mkay" instead of "okay".

I strongly believe that Damian doesn't laugh, he chuckles. Deep, hearty chuckles that make anyone whose near stop and listen to him laugh. He also snickers and sharply exhales through his nose to make that snorting/snickering sound, I don't know what it's called but I think you can guess what I'm talking about.

Damian doesn't have veiny hands, sorry to disappoint. But his hands are very soft for being a swordsman. His skin is very smooth and he doesn't have many imperfections. No birthmarks because of the Artificial Womb, courtesy of Talia.

Not me going back to his eyes, but he squints a lot. Out of confusion, anger, just looking at something, disgust. His eyes generally take the shape of siren eyes, so it doesn't look unnatural that he gives people sharp looks unintentionally.

His lips are on the thinner side but are still soft. Boy definitely uses chapstick. He doesn't have a big mouth or a little one, he's very well proportioned.

Probably has a plump bottom lip tho

Many know this but he frowns a lot. It's not because he's upset, but it's his thinking face. His eyebrows scrunch together when he's doing this too. If he's thinking about something unpleasant his nose with wrinkle. When Damian's thinking hard he looks very confused and upset.

Nicely shaped abs. He has a long torso

HELLA PRETTY SHOULDERS AND BACK MUSCLES MY GUY

Smells like pine needles and sandalwood. Definitely a rich person scent that's strong but not overpowering.

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BILLY BATSON

Figured I would start with Billy because if we're ranking them, he's the second prettiest.

Personal opinion but you'll see what I mean.

So Billy's eyes are brown. Like a dark, chocolate brown.

Some people might say "Well in the dcau and Young Justice they're blue" but I have a personal belief that they're brown. How many blue eyed superheroes and children of superheroes are there? Too many. They're brown.

In the sun they turn into a dark honey color

DEFINITELY has light freckles across his cheeks, I mean really light tho. You would have to be pretty close to him to see them

Billy's hair is soft, and medium brunette.

it's sort of straight, but kinda wavy

the length of it depends on the season, for instance in the summer he has it cut shorter in the back. But in the winter he lets it grow out a bit more

The skinniest of the bunch but it suits him

He's not SKINNY tho, I mean he's being compared to Superboy, Batman's son, and a Gym Rat Gothamite, cut the little guy some slack

Billy has very slender, lean build. Most likely doesn't have Damian-level muscle but he's still easy on the eyes shirtless

Billy has a a bit of a lopsided smile that sometimes expresses laziness

Teeth smile 100%

He has that sort of soft handsome look

Where Damian is very sharp and defined Billy is smooth

He has softer cheek bones (squishy cheeks) and a defined yet round jawline

Billy has thinner lips

I'm not sure how to describe them honestly

Very calm deep voice, deepest voice of the bunch, adding on to this I imagine that he likes to sing and is the best vocalist in the group

His laugh, contrast to Damian, is boisterous and very open mouthed. He's loud and sometimes it sounds like a cackle, but most of the time Billy has a charming laugh that fills the room

Billy almost smells sugary with a hint of linen. Like warm bed sheets but they were washed next to a bakery.

(He once accidentally stole Mary's Japanese Cherry Blossom lotion and now has this sort of addiction to cherry scented things)

Honestly, Billy smells like a lot of things all the time, so the best description is that he smells very warm and sweet

Boy is part of the super soft hands club

Long. Freaking. Eyelashes.

Like, they might tickle you when you kiss him long

(This isn't a romance headcannon but he would be a great person to kiss, OOOH NEXT POST IDEA)

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JON KENT

Ok so on to Jonathan

So our boys eyes are a sky blue

An open sky in the country, and where some eyes have grey tones, Jon's don't

Dark, black hair that has a loose curl to it

A lot of times it hangs down in his eyes so he developed a tendency to play with his hair

He has one of those headbands that comb/hold back your hair, and he wears it a lot

Wouldn't wear it around the guys, there's no way Colin wouldn't make a little fun of him for it. Damian honestly wouldn't care and Billy would probably buy one once he sees Jon wear it

He has pretty fair skin, but tans often due to being in the Sun at the farm a lot.

Has tan lines on his wrist and ankles from bracelets, he's that kind of guy

I mentioned in a previous post that Jon isn't really big on sweating so our boy probably always smells very clean

His scent is lemony with a hint of linen.

Not that the other boys don't smell clean, Jon is just less musky

Jon us bulkier than Damian and Billy, but smaller than Colin.

Another member of the super soft hands club, as well as the pretty shoulders club

he has a soft voice, but it also holds a lot of energy. He talks fast

the highest pitched voice of the bunch, and for the longest time was slightly squeaky.

lovely sounding voice, can't sing for shit tho. Hes a bit tone deaf.

has DEFINED dimples, the king of dimples

always has a content look on his face, looks and is incredibly friendly

I have a feeling Jon doesn't have completely straight teeth, but still a beautiful, toothy smile

he isn't a mouth breather but has a habit of staring at people with his mouth open a bit.

kinda like a goldfish

lip biter (In the cute/hot way)

(ok so my best comparison for Jon is Dave Lizewski from Kick-Ass. I feel like they would have similar energy. I feel like he and Jon would sound similar as well.)

Toned abs. He doesn't even try, they just happen

nice arms, not super huge but you can visibly see the muscle

His entire vibe is secretly buff nerd boy

loves his glasses, only takes them off when he suits up

they're the round-ish square ones with the iron rim (Dave Lizewski glasses)

sharp jawline, but has a square face

Pouty, thick lips

Jon has fairly big hands, and skinny fingers.

Slightly veiny hands

Has never had a lick of acne in his life so incredibly clean face

Definitely a pretty boy

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COLIN WILKES

Colin is definitely the scraggiliest of the 4

Silly ginger boy

Has straight-ish hair but probably got a perm at some point and it kinda worked for him so he's recently discovered that if he puts stuff in his hair and takes care of it right he has some natural wave

Puppy dog brown eyes that look like melted chocolate

Used to have freckles but they faded as he got older so you only see them if you're extra close

Colin had the widest smile of the group

Never had braces because he couldn't afford it so his teeth are a bit uneven

But they were significantly worse when he was a middle schooler so he's glad they figured themselves out a bit

BIG BOY

THE BIGGEST BOY

This dude has the broadest shoulders of the group, the thickest thighs, the meatiest arms.

Colin is built like a tank

Has the veiniest hands, and they never go away. Just constant veins

Is ALWAYS smirking/smiling.

Has a look on his face that always makes it seem like he'd done something bad and he's proud of it

Obviously he hasn't but it somehow lands him in trouble 9/10 times

Colin is the palest of the group, not just because he roasts like a turkey in the son but because he obviously lives in Gotham, where sunlight doesn't exist

Like Billy, his lips are on the thinner side, but they're NEVER chapped. Loves chapstick, probably would eat it

Colin has a fairly round face, when he was younger he had huge gigantinormous ears, but by 15 he had grown into them

If any of the boys had a glow up it was Colin, he went from Kiddo to Daddy within a summer

Smells like grass and mahogany. Also lysol. Sometimes leather. It depends on what time of day it is.

In the morning, it's lysol and leather because that's when he goes to the gym. But after he showers it's mahogany and like Irish spring. But by the end of the day, for some reason he smells like grass and no one can figure out why

Colin's just kinda strange

His voice is lower than Jon's, but slightly higher than Billy's. (When he's Abuse his voice is much, much deeper)

It's rumbly

Has the best morning voice

When Colin laughs, it's a cackle. He sounds like a hyena

Definitely has toned muscles. The most defined muscles of the group

Has ENORMOUS hands

Rough and calloused from weightlifting but the rest of him is fairly soft

Rougher face because he shaves, puberty hit him HARD

He's not pretty, he's hot

[justasimpleton-26]

Jason and Ballet

(MDNI)

You were nervous. And okay, at the same time scared shitless. Because what type of person would move to Gotham, New Jersey of all places?

But your long-distance friend, Dick Grayson, promised you that he could keep you safe if you decided to start the Gotham University Performance Arts program. (Which weirdly had a high rate of individuals becoming pros in their respected fields.)

So, after having an intense conversation with your parents and siblings about it...you decided to take the risk and move 4 states over from the home you always knew...to the place that people used as cautionary tales.

At first, you hated it. Smog made everything look gray, and the sky never looked blue. You were even worried that if you breathed the air of Gotham, you'd have lung problems and there goes your career as a ballerina.

But somehow, you adjusted.

And then your very handsome long-distance friend became your best friend as he helped you practice for your audition, which was looming closer and closer to you more than you cared to admit.

But sometimes, Dick would disappear for days at a time, and send his younger brother Jason to help you.

At first, it was awkward. Jason had the stillness that came from years of fighting professionally, and he couldn't quite grasp the stretches and exercises you needed to do to keep your body in shape. Sometimes, if you weren't paying attention, you could see him admire you as all your weight was pressed onto one toe, and you held it like that for long periods of time, until it was time to move again. And yes, he did double takes when he saw how limber you were ("Because no way can you just casually lift your leg that high up, and keep it there"), trying to see if he can do it himself.

Eventually, Jason takes over as your practice partner, coming in instead of Dick, even when Dick is available, insisting he go back to spending time with Kori his girlfriend, and you're flattered, thinking nothing of it as you and Jason fall into a steady rhythm of practicing with one another.

But then you feel the pressure of your audition coming up, and dances that you could do in your sleep, you fumble. Your balance messes up, and doubts start to fill in your mind.

"I don't know Jason, I'm just...really messing up for some reason." You tell him one day that you ended practice early, and decided to get coffee early.

"You think you might be overthinking it because auditions are in less than a month?" he asks, as he takes a sip from his Americano with two creams and one sugar.

Stressed, you nod, and the both of you are silent for a moment.

Then, Jason pulls out a pen as he scribbles something on a napkin.

"Look, before practice tomorrow, I want you to come over my place and we can discuss a plan to help with your doubts, okay?" he says, as he slides the napkin towards you.

You think about it, and then nod. You need all the tips you can get.

After that, the conversation turns less serious, and soon after you part ways, Jason heading to his apartment, and you heading to the studio you rented.

You weren't sure what you imagined Jason's apartment complex to look like, but this wasn't it. It looks less ostentatious and more cozy, closer to those small-town motels you'd seen in movies. You walk through the maze of hallways until you find his apartment door, knocking on it.

"It's open!" Jason calls out, sounding rushed as he drops something, and swears, another thud sounding out.

You walk in, and see the interior of his home, shelves upon shelves of books lining up on his walls, faded superhero posters crammed on almost every wall surface, and a faded plush red couch, a coffee table with family pictures lined up on it.

You don't see Jason yet, so you hold up some of the picture frames, smiling at the group photos on there. Dick had told you about his extensive adopted siblings, and though you hadn't met them yet, it was nice to see faces to names you've always heard about.

"You made it." Jason said behind her, breathless. He was leaning down, hands on his knees as he wore shirt with the sleeves torn off.

You never noticed how...muscled he was though.

You take a deep breath, and try to calm the thoughts bouncing through your head.

After all, what kind of trouble could the two of you get into?

[jonjaydami]

So I need to know what animal they think is the batfamilies special interest.

Like we all know they are on the spectrum like look at Bruce. He's a 30 year old man that dresses as a bat and don't get me wrong there are several reasons he dresses as one but it always has something to do with the animal itself and I always think that's funny how it's even used as a joke in several comics, and animated movies/ shows.

So Bruce knows everything about bat's, shape color, species, what food they eat and how they live and even the different culture views on bat's. He could talk all day about it if asked and he always does it with the utmost care. Like he was giving a speech at a gala or speaking to the league.

I think we all know Dicks is obviously Robin's. Cause why else would he choose to be a brightly colored vigilante that's after a bird from the north? I feel like after moving in with Bruce he took a quiz on what bird he would be cause he was studying birds in school and got a Robin and took that to heart as a passion and not only learned everything about a Robin's but that had just become his identity for awhile and he loved it. Bruce when he heard it at first had thought it wouldn't work but after making him his own costume and even watching several videos on the birds he thought it fit his son nicely.

Jason didn't break away from the Robin role and embraces it actually. But he was always way more shy when it came to discussing his favorite. I think he would have a fascination with bugs and snakes and would absolutely be the kid with a spider or a beardy. He once convinced Bruce to get him a baby beardy and then it became an obsession. He had a sweatshirt that even had a cartoonish looking beardy printed on it and he proudly talks about it to any one who asked. Bruce would silently close his eyes and soak in all the information about them he could.

I totally think Tim loves frogs and even sea creatures. He has a tank with shrimp in it and his boyfriend makes fun of him and calls him a shrimp farmer but he also has a tank that has glass frogs in it. It's a huge tank that takes up over half his room and he loves just watching them sleep and even makes cute little tiktoks with them. He always is getting cute things for the habitat and going shopping. He also takes Damian on these trips. Because they both enjoy walking around and even stopping to pet or talk to the people who bring in their dogs. Bruce also enjoys walking into Tim's room and seeing the frogs and shrimp and even says hello to them before leaving again.

Damian is no stranger to having a soft spot for animals but I know he loves cats and dogs. He is definitely a cat person. Alfred the cat is his prized possession and he will proudly take pictures and then draw them. He loves using his animals as drawing references and has multiple books filled to the brim of just them. Sometimes if they are really good he goes to Bruce and asks them to be laminated so he can hang them up in his room because they deserve to be celebrated and respected. He also tells Bruce odd facts about his animals. How Alfred (the cat) specifically likes to sleep on his left side and enjoys being scratched behind his ears the most.

Bruce loves his weird sons because he is weird and for Christmas he always gets them something related to their animals because it's like a bonding experience for them. Some days they don't even talk about anything but their animals but I can imagine them all settling on a couch and out of pure bordem putting on documentaries and spending time just listening and learning. Of course this could also lead into some heated debates about who's animals is the best.

Jason: no you don't understand

Damian: *scoffs* actually Todd you never understood anything

Dick: ok well I set the whole thing for Robin soooo

Tim: oh please you were eight!!

Bruce: I think we are forgetting how bats-

Kids: *groan because they have been hearing about bat's for over half their lives and are tired*

Alfred just walks in and smiles as he sets a pitcher down.

Alfred: actually you are forgetting how important bee's are to the environment. Which is why I plant only the best pollinator friendly flowers

Cue to everyone rioting cause after all this time Alfred has never talked about the fact he is in fact a bee guy. Ever since he started working for the Wayne's they let him have full control of the gardens and he always loved that in the bleak of Gotham he had his own personal eden with the flowers. Bruce's parents also appreciated him for this and would let Alfred do as he pleased when he would passionately talk to them about the bees. Even when they passed away Bruce had always assumed Alfred just did it because he didn't trust anyone else.

Which was part way true but he loves watching them bumble around and bump into each other as he works.

If anyone knows what Duke, steph, and Cass would like please comment or feel free to debate!! Just please remember to be nice and save the bees 🐝

[dannyphantom-justiceleauge]

Okay but after the initial shock and confusion, jason need to realize that he is in one of hisncontrieved romance novels rn and to ride that as far as it goes. Like yes his life is already so freaking weird, with resurrection and family drama, but he just entered a dating a secret princess and becoming royalty plotline . There are hallmark movies about this scenario.

How much warning he gives them is depentant on what kind of drama he wants. Im inclined to say he may communicate earlier not because he doesnt want to fuck with his family but because he does not want the drama at the actual wedding. He owes jazz the full shebang and he will shoot anyone who tries to fuck her special day(s).

So he tells the family only after he actually gets engaged, and you know hes acting like he knew who danny was all along and that if the rest of the bats didn't already know theyre the dumb ones.

Alfred is gonna be pumped. He isbso happy for jason and also they get to have thebsmall family ceromony and it's going to be lovely, hell make sure. But also jason gets to be a prince? Good for him. He always had a heart of gold and its nice that he gets to share it with a kingdom. He'll do a wonderful job.

Bruce is torn between proud happy dad, paranoid overprotective research and contingency making, and brooding because his baby has grown up. It doesn't matter that jason is an adult killer who hasnt lived with bruce for 7 years. This still hits bruce in the 'my child has grown' feels. Again hes happy but hes gonna mope and brood about it. Hes gonna try and be controling about aspects of the wedding, especially security. He is going to deep dove ghost culture and end up knowing more than danny does about ghost politics. He's a mess in a very bruce way and fights will probably happen but genuine exchanges of pride and love will also happen.

Dick is going to remind everyone that he was formally engaged to a princess and is uniquely qualified to help and be best man. Bonus points if jason makes kori his best man because dick makes this comment. Arsenal and bizarre and maybe tim are going to be groomsmen. Dick is deliberately snubbed for the role. Dick still intends to get his fingers in everyrhing planning wise. The bachelor party, the floral arrangements, the tux fitting. Hes annoying but obviously ecstatic for his little brother so its hard to hold it against him

Tim, as mentioned, gets to be a groomsman. He is genuinely kinda surprised by this fact and it ends up meaning a lot to both of them. I imagine tim will more quietly be doing deep dive research and contingency plans. He is there to make sure things fo off perfectly for jason, even if hes trying to be subtle about maybe closing all of jasons cases and ensuring the main rougues are in prison during the wedding. He's genuinely pretty considerate about it. BUT if he finds put jason didnt know danny was phantom or that he would become a prince, the mockery will be relentless. Tim is also definately making sharp little digs about jason be a fairytale prince.

Cass is also a flower girl. She will share the role with dani. I am realizigng how absolutely chaotic putting these two girls will be is and i love that for then. Many flowers will be thrown at people. Its fun for both of them. Low key she is also bodygaurding jason, just in case.

Damian gets to be the ring barer and he takes the role way too seriously. He seems to expect someone to try and steal the rings from him and if they try they will need to prey them from his cold dead hands. He also seems to be thr most prepared for this level of opulent wedding, he feels its wasted on jason but is clearly still really into it. For some reason i feel he will invite talia to the ghost zone wedding. He'd ask jason first and theyd both kinda agree that as jasons psuedo mother figure she should be there, but they dont trust her enough to be at the small ceremony. There's definitely a small element of 'look what you missed out on' by showing her the royal wedding.

Bonus, the ghost of Catherine todd can attend jason wedding. Tears will be had with that.

Ive gone on too long but it tickles me that jason gets to live a romance novel, and he deserves for it to be the best day of his life

- hestia

Dp x Dc AU: Jason and Jazz have been dating for a while and… Danny presumes that because he knows about Jason being Red Hood that Jason knows about Phantom. 

Danny got a text randomly in the afternoon from Jazz’s boyfriend. Which was inherently a strange experience considering Jason was typically dead asleep in the afternoon from all his ‘evening shifts’ and Jazz was in class. Stranger, the message just asked if Danny would be free to meet up today for a short chat. Jason doesn’t reply to Danny’s response of “Anything for my sister’s BOO <3.” 

Normally, Jason would start launching into a rant about Danny’s coffee choice being too like his little brother’s when they met at cafes- right now Jason looks deadly serious. 

“Look. I’ll cut to the chase of it all. I want to ask Jazz to marry me and well, your folks are shitty but it feels weird to not ask for permission.” 

“…Okay?” 

“So do I have permission?” Jason asks, a bit of a glare and Danny can see the RedHood’s famous attitude peeking out with the abundance of anxiety Jason must be feeling. 

“I mean, Yeah! She loves you and I know she’s been subliminally messaging you to find your balls and ask her already.” Danny rolls his eyes and laughs. His brother-in-law to be sure was a strange guy, but he liked him all the more because of it. 

Jason sighs in relief and his normal literature nerd, easy going and plucky ‘cool guy’ attitude comes back. They start chatting about the ring he bought for her, how they’re probably going to have to do a small wedding with his family members to appease his grandpa figure. Its all very cute and optimistic. 

“Love it! She mentioned your grandpa’s rose garden before and that’ll be perfect for human family events before the big ceremony.” 

“Big Ceremony?” Jason sounds unsure of where the conversation is going. 

“Yeah, you know. Plus now that I’m thinking about it, it’s probably for the best that you asked me, the observants would totally turn this into like, an interdimensional faux pa or something if I don’t give them a heads up.” Danny laughs at the idea of it causing an incident, but he can see Jason straighten his shoulders and his eyes attempt to pierce through him. 

“Danny. What the fuck are you talking about?” Jason looks more pissed than he looks concerned, and Danny is just confused. 

“Cause… You Know.” 

“If you don’t give me a real answer I’m going to-” At least Jason was taking deep breaths. 

“Hey man, chill out! I guess Jazz keeps it on the DL but my night shift has-” 

“Night shift? You’re an engineer.” Jason cuts him off and the fact sounds accusatory. 

“And I’m the Ghost King? You knew this?” Danny relents, he hated saying it out loud cause it sounded lame, but he’s not sure why Jason is so up in arms all of a sudden. Jason looked like he might have an aneurysm and Danny knows his expression is declaring Jason is the biggest Dumbass in the world. 

“Danny …what the fuck are you trying to say to me right now?” 

“That you and Jazz have to have a royal wedding in the Infinite Realms or my counsel and advisors will throw an absolute fit.” 

Jason doesn’t reply so Danny decides to add “You know, ‘cause my title translates to the Family’s royal lineage and if you marry Jazz you’ll become a Prince. I guess you don’t technically have to have a big wedding but if you don’t it’ll just mean shit loads of paperwork and a huge fucking headache on my end. Which I can survive but… I’m sensing that you’re frustrated. Let’s call Jazz.” 

“Let’s do that.” Jason sounds like he’s being strangled. Danny thinks it’s a bit dramatic but is excited to help Jazz wedding plan. 

[the-firebird69]

He follows him around all day long he needs to be shot dead all the time and burned see who pops up.

I'm suggested we do that because this is such a nuisance who takes his place is going to be interesting and why. I've had enough for the whole gang but this guy is ridiculous, he shows up everywhere and every time he's going that online or on the team or he goes on TV this a****** has his face and like up there four or five times. It's getting ridiculous so you can't even escape the guy for a minute it's like right there being a dick the last night we told him not to do stuff like a million times and did not comply we have to hit him five times he died he's stupid this morning wakes up and starts screwing up stuff Terry has to help since when am I even doing here if I can't do this and demands her son says something. Who the hell is threatening for what here you're going to have any people left at all what is he doing it for so he sits there with him and says it's not going so well between you and I nobody likes you no one wants you here I have to find somewhere else to go because you're going to just die all the time you're being so mean to everybody including me there's no point in being near you and no one wants you near him. He looks directly at him and says you're the ones hitting me. He looks back and says you have me doing it. Since no I don't you just keep doing it I said the other one doing it. So they arguably like for 20 minutes like that and finally a****** goes out and smokes a cigarette says he can't tell her that smell is and then he says it's wrong this has I'm sitting here doing nothing and then he says explaining stuff I'm doing this to do this and not to do this I won't have an army to do s*** with those back inside and says we're the wrong place we're still here doing nothing and Terry cheesman says thank you so I'm trying to get ready to go off find Tommy f.

Dan is up to he's going to go check and PGA and the spouse we're all getting ready to go find the guy it's had a hard way down there he's got spaceships it's taking their stuff their supplies it's taking over their Island is attacking Australia every day and serve gassing them yesterday. There's more to it but tons of them are going to go after him

We picked up tons of stuff for the Midwest tons of stuff huge loads of corn it was still good huge loads of wheat that was still good and it was harvested two weeks ago and we were happy giant giant loads okay those are big enough to feed America for a couple weeks. We also encountered something we didn't think we would decide we didn't think it was that much yeah we do is a lot ingut. Tons and tons and tons of it... I'll get you a Chrysler come over for f*** sake... So Trump is certain terrorism for to buy sedans no not the Sudan, Jason ,sedans. There's a lot of it there and if everything you can imagine like this saving it up to take it away and they were oops and we took it to our place tons of it okay isn't enough steel to build all of New York City and the new part so we're building stuff and things like components for airplanes engines for cars and things like that require nice new steel there's a few other things that were doing and yeah we have to recook it. We went and got all the automobiles out and bikes and motorcycles trucks and tractors and heavy equipment it was a whole whole ton of that it's non-stop okay just so much of it. I pulled it out and there's always more and it went on for a long time we even have boats huge numbers of boats actually made those in a very some of them very nice they're donzi and gravy white and Boston whaler very nice boats all the hulls were there and we're taking them all out. And there's other things like campers a lot of assembled goods appliances huge numbers of appliances and the upper Midwest is yet to empty completely it's still about $50,000 octillion but the Midwest is empty and we checked and we're looking at all the areas of bunkers and Harley-Davidson had 100,000 octillions and that's coming out today we should make our first shipment of at least $20,000 I'll tell you to within the United States they'll be raised and thankful that said too first shipping out of the 100,000. Once we hit the upper Midwest area and we will shortly it is a bunch of people left up there. We will find probably a million Harley-Davidsons and people are waiting for that that's a lot of motorcycles frankly that's more motorcycles than any people ride but I'll probably be wrong it's a huge number. So what things happened some more happened and The fleets have arrived and they have been there for about an hour and it's starting to creep and his big groups are sending an infiltrators and to the lines and they're not making it even in the upper Midwest they made it worse you're not getting up there at all and they are taking a lot of time messing around with people and not make it the more I can try to get them in and can't get out of the way so it's a fight it's a big one and it's not working for them The fleets are still moving in they're at 800 miles and they are being warned and threatened and harassed. It's a fairly big Force on land it's about 900,000 octillion if I see is $300,000 octillion about 1.3% of the population right now if they lose these people they'll be at 1% of the general populace including everybody that's pretty poor. VGA instructing them to try and get in here. And we're going to publish

Thor Freya

Olympus

[002yb]

Dick has an annoying quality about him where he always looks good.  Regardless of time or circumstance, Dick is handsome.  Fuck it being a matter of Jason being biased because he has a crush on the man–it’s the natural order of things; it’s divine law.  Dick is a monster among men.  A twisted combination that tempts and humbles.  Striking in a way that can take someone’s breath away and bring them to their knees.

Factor in Dick’s stupid confidence and irritatingly good personality and that awful sense of humor and the world just doesn’t stand a chance.

Jason, in particular, is fucked.

(Which is how he likes it, but that’s neither here nor there).

The point being, Dick is really attractive.  Always.  He’s handsome first thing in the morning with bedhead and pillow creases pressed into the skin of his cheek; he’s mesmerizing come the end of a rough night, bloodied and bruised and biting.  Lounge wear, workout clothes, casual jeans and shirts, that stupid pig suit of a police uniform, the Nightwing costume with those damned finger stripes.  It’s a wonder Jason is as productive as he is.  Dick and he probably only work like they do because Jason’s self-restraint is so damn impressive–because he can typically contain any ogling to quick double-takes.

Typically.

It’s a whole other matter when Dick is being indulgent.

“Alright, how do I look?” The man asks him, wandering out into his living room.  The leather soles of his dress shoes sound expensive against the floors of Dick’s apartment, which in itself doesn’t pique Jason’s interest so much as Dick’s follow up comment of: “Took your advice, but is it too much?”

Jason looks up from his book, propping himself up from where he’d been sprawled across Dick’s couch so that he can get a better view.  It was some months ago that Jason had commented on it–how he thought Dick would look nice in black.  Specifically black on black on black.  Dark, dark, yet darker.  It’s an attractive look to Jason on its own, so of course he hoped to indulge in seeing Dick dressed so dashingly.

He has to bite back the smile that pulls at his lips.  Handsome, he thinks to himself, but he doesn’t say it yet.  Instead, Jason tilts his head, giving Dick a slow once-over followed by another as Jason hmm’s and haa’s.

“Really?” Dick asks, humored because he can see right through Jason’s antics.  Jason isn’t fooling anyone, but that’s alright.  Jason smirks and twirls his finger.  It makes Dick roll his eyes, but he still turns in a circle, looking vaguely amused.

Jason nods, decisive. “Yep.” He motions to his own neck, a general gesture to indicate Dick’s collar when Jason says, “Button.”

Dick raises his hand to the topmost button of his dress shirt, brow raised at Jason in a way that conveys fondness and a general ‘really?’ vibe.  “It’s not a casual event–” Dick tells him.

“Button.” Jason insists.

Dick huffs a breath of laughter, but indulges Jason by undoing the top button.  Jason’s lips quirk slightly, easy and flirtatious when he drawls, “Hmm.  One more.”

Dick laughs in earnest this time, almost sheepish, “Jay, come on.”

“It’s too stuffy.  Just one more.” Jason says around a laugh of his own.

Another button gets undone.  Jason scrunches his nose.  Stands and closes the distance between them to brush imaginary lint off of Dick’s shoulder before he circles around Dick, himself.  Dick turns just slightly to keep eyes on him, following Jason’s path.  When Jason is in front of him again, Dick chuffs because he knows what’s happening.  It makes Jason smile as he reaches up, undoing a third button, himself.

“Don’t think this is appropriate, Jay.” Dick says, light and teasing.  There’s a brightness in his eyes though, mirthful and adoring. “I’m supposed to wear a tie.”

Jason snickers, a wide smile breaking across his face.  It undoubtedly brings attention to how his cheeks are flushed, but there’s nothing to be done for it.  Dick is handsome when he’s all dressed up, but he’s especially handsome when he’s a little more wild, a little more free.

“It’s appropriate for other things.” Jason says, finger hooked at the next button.  He lowers his gaze, taking in the show of Dick’s skin before Jason peeks back up at Dick, a playful smirk on his lips.

“Yeah?” Dick asks, taking Jason’s hand and lifting it to his lips.  The way Dick looks up at him draws a shiver up Jason’s spine.  There’s something wicked in Dick’s smile when he presses a kiss to Jason’s knuckles, when he drops his voice and asks, “What other things did you have in mind?”

Just like that, Jason is blushing.  Dick is too damn handsome.  He whines a bit, low in his throat because Dick’s teasing is always too effective.  Dick is sweet though.  He laughs, endeared, reaching up to cradle Jason’s face and bring him down until their foreheads touch.

“You look nice.” Jason relents, gaze averted.

“Thanks,” Dick says, pressing forward. “So do you.”

[noxcheshire]

I like the idea of it being Tim too because he is just the perfect amount of “it may be unconventional but it works!” crazy for him to realistically do it.

And the Batfam, after countless attempted sacrifices catches on and just roll their eyes before going, “Tim’s trying to sacrifice himself to his crush again!” like it’s another Tuesday or something to them lol

And when it finally WORKS?

Tim is just blushing and posturing, because he always preps himself physically to look THE best for the summons! No way was he allowing himself to get sacrificed and look terrible!

Be funnier though if the ONE summons that worked was when he wasn’t his best. And he just stares at Phantom in this awkward, inner screaming frenzy, while looking like a raccoon that just fought with living garbage and time itself.

Damian could also be a close second with gremlin behaviors on trying to sacrifice himself to the Ghost King, but not in the ‘meet cute’ that Tim is going for, more like that “I will make myself YOUR problem, so love me now!” way. I don’t know, kinda feels like cat behavior. I also imagine with the Damien route he’s gotten such a reputation of sacrificing himself that cultists KNOW, and just do their best to try and not sacrifice him.

Like he will fist fight you if you try and deny him the time of sacrifice.

It gets so bad that the bats will literally send Damien in specifically for these cult summonings now because every time he goes in his civilian form the cultists screech like teenagers in a party that just got busted by the cops. So all you see and hear is one of the cultists screaming, “SCATTER!” and everything being thrown to the ground as they run.

Now the Jason route, maybe they had a few romantic vigilante/sacrificial get-a-ways so many times that Jason feels comfortable with Phantom and wants to know him outside of their usual chaotic meet up’s. But he doesn’t know HOW to get into contact with Phantom, and so starts looking for cultists that are specifically trying to summon Phantom and putting himself in the perfect spot for sacrificial kidnappings.

He WILL have his romance era, and he WILL scream if any of the bats tries to stop the sacrifice one more time. Jason is so upset, because of course when he WANTS to be kidnapped and sacrificed, now it’s a problem for everyone else.

And the Dick route — you can’t tell me that one of those cultists looked at Richard Greyson and his thicc booty and DIDN��T think the Ghost King wouldn’t be into that.

“See right here, John, this part of acceptable sacrifices is a nice booty and vibes. MAYBE THE GHOST KING IS GAY, JOHN, NOT ALL OF THE SACRIFICES HAVE TO BE WOMEN.”

And now Dick is known to be the sacrifice if you want the Ghost King to appear.

Another situation with Dick is that he was an unknowing sacrifice. Like maybe he was volunteering at a kids camp or something and one of the kids had accidentally found the proper way TO summon Phantom and being the designated adult, Dick is the one sacrificed because of course the kids aren’t going to be.

Or maybe the kids do the sacrifice because they really think that Dick needs a boyfriend and OBVIOUSLY the Ghost King would be the BEST candidate. Don’t you like him, Dick? 🥺

The real sacrifice was Phantom all along.

A bat of your choice keeps getting kidnapped for a sacrifice

Because they have a most stupid crush on the king of the dead

[silverwolf1249]

So I know there's a post out there about Bruce only wearing boring black suits to the Met Gala and read a really nice take on it where he does it so his kids can have that bonding of making fun of their dad...BUT IMAGINE! When he first takes in Dick, he wants to cheer him up somehow, and the Met Gala is coming up and Dick is going to be staying at the manor.

Bruce, having a moment of clarity from his emotionally stunted potato self, decides to ask Dick if he wants to help come up with an outfit that fits the theme in an attempt for a bonding experience. And this is Dick Grayson, who thought going out every night in scaly undies and pixie boots looking like a traffic light to fight crime was a great idea. The outfit, while somehow still fitting the theme, is flamboyant to the extreme and more than a little ridiculous. Bruce sends the design to his personal tailor anyway, asking him to make it as closely as possible.

And as Dick and Alfred watch the Met Gala red carpet they hear the reactions before the camera swivels to Bruce in all his glory. The press all want to know why Bruce decided not to go with his usual black suit, is there some sort of stance or statement he wanted to make with this outfit? Brucie Wayne looks at the reporters and gives his most perfect ditzy airhead smile. "My ward designed my outfit tonight, doesn't it look amazing?" he asks the crowd, posing and twirling for the cameras.

He sounds like any parent showing off their child's art work. It's light and flowy and allows for easy movement, and absolutely eyewatering with the amount of shiny fabric and neon colors splashed onto it. Somehow, despite how ridiculous the outfit itself looks, Brucie makes it work with sheer charisma, confidence, and parental pride. His red carpet photos go viral, but Bruce could care less. He returns to the manor with Dick rushing out to greet him and chatters about how he should help with next year's outfit too. And Bruce agrees, starting a yearly tradition of his children designing him an outfit for the Met Gala every year.

As Dick grows older, and he and Bruce start fighting more and more, Dick still designs an outfit every year, though perhaps making the designs sillier and/or uglier every year as a way to get back at Bruce. But Bruce still wears almost the exact design that Dick drew, including the outfit he wore to the Met Gala that shall not be named with how traumatized the public were to see Brucie wearing....whatever monstrosity of an outfit his child had designed, somehow still staying on theme despite also making people want to bleach their eyeballs.

The year Dick leaves the house, he doesn't design Bruce an outfit. That year's Met Gala, Bruce returned to his boring black suits and headlines exclaiming the fallout between the billionaire and his ward begin circulating almost immediately. And then Bruce goes on patrol one night, only to find a scrappy young boy trying to steal the tires of the batmobile. And after taking him in, asks if he would like to help design his outfit for the upcoming Met Gala.

At first, Jason is totally against it, thinking the whole thing is absolutely ridiculous. But as the gala creeps closer and closer, Bruce notices more and more crumpled outfit designs in the trash. Eventually, Jason decides to get Dick's opinion on the final draft, and though still not on good terms with Bruce, Dick still wishes to participate in this yearly tradition. Through the creation of the final design, the two begin to bond, and that's year's Met Gala had two boys in the manor watching Brucie step onto the red carpet and proudly declare that both of the boys he'd taken in had helped design it.

The year Jason died, Bruce started refusing to attend the Met Gala. Every year, Dick still leaves a design on Bruce's desk to tell him that he's not alone. And then Tim Drake forces his way into their lives. Even after Tim becomes Robin, Bruce still refuses to attend the Met Gala, and doesn't mention the tradition to Tim. But then Dick wants to bond with Tim, and asks him if he'd like to help him with something. In the end, it's Tim awkwardly shuffling into Bruce's office asking him if he'd be willing to look at their design. Bruce takes it and just stares at it.

The design isn't the same as when Jason was around. Where Jason's designs were rough and bold, more similar to edgy street fashion than to formal wear, Tim's are geometric and coldly elegant, with sharp angles and complicated pleats and folds. Jason liked adding bits of his more favored books into his designs, like hints of regency era clothing in his design after reading Pride and Prejudice. Tim on the other hand adds his technologic flair to every straight edge formed line of his design. LED cloth and 3D printing, wires and circuitry that would make something happen if Bruce touched a sensor on his cuff. And of course, Bruce can spot where the design was influenced by Dick's style. Dick's sense of fashion has always been anything but subtle, after all.

And finally, Bruce lets go. He will always love and miss Jason, and no one will ever replace him, but there's a young boy who he can help more right now, and he's been horribly recalcitrant towards him. That year, Brucie steps onto to red carpet with his new outfit, face smiling as always with just a hint of melancholy. He puts on a light show on his clothing that goes viral and the only thing pictured on his face afterwards is his classic airheaded expression mixed with pride towards his boys.

Years go by, and the tradition continues. Jason comes back and despite their issues with each other, Jason still helps contribute to the outfit every year, whether out of nostalgia or to make sure Tim doesn't has as much control over the design is a bit difficult to decipher. As more time goes by it seems to be definitely more the former than the latter.

As more people join Bruce in his mission, it becomes a bonding moment for his children to get together every year to plan something better than the last. People online begin playing a game where you guess which part of the outfit was designed by which Wayne child.

Steph loves adding even more dramatic flair and crazy ideas reminiscent of Lady Gaga's own Met Gala outfits. Bruce was pretty sure if she had sole control, he'd be walking out in nothing but purple waffles and glitter if it could also still fit the theme, which Steph is incredibly strict on following. Cass loves adding oversized components, finding it funny when Bruce, an above average tall and broad man, looks like he's drowning in his own clothing. She also likes adding lace, silk, and velvet, loving the appearance and texture of the textiles.

Damian is brought into the tradition only after Bruce "dies" aka lost in time. Dick is the one who attends the Met Gala that year, proudly showing off his brother's work. The design is solely Damian's, the rest of the family being scattered after Bruce's "death". The outfit looks the closest to regular formal wear than any of the other previous designs had been, Damian still being unsure of his place and unwilling to rock the boat.

As he gets more comfortable, and when Bruce returns, he leans towards natural materials like 100% cotton, linen, and cashmere. He prefers tighter fitting designs unlike Cass, and works in vegan leather when he can. When he found out about weapon jewelry, he also incorporated that into his designs, feeling that his father should never be left undefended no matter the circumstances.

The rest of his siblings also jumped into the previously unventured area of design, since Bruce usually just grabbed some of his regular accessories. They ranged from incredibly useful to absolutely impractical. Knives hidden in shoes, poison/antidote rings and necklaces, wristwatches that could shoot a sedative dart, grappling hook bangles, earrings and ear cuffs that could function as communicators or hold other useful technology/tools.

There was even one special occasion where his earrings held artful shards of kryptonite after superman annoyed the batfam a little too much (or they wanted Superman to stay away from their dad for other reasons ;) up to you). Bruce struggled to hide his laughter/exasperation as he spotted Clark amongst the reporters on the red carpet. Clark immediately paled at the sight of the glowing green rocks hanging from Bruce's ears, and backed away as swiftly as he could.

They also never talked about the incident where the kids had implanted a taser within the fabric of his shirt that would be activated by the press of a sensor on his collar. No one had expected Vicki Vale to be determined enough for a scoop to grab Bruce's collar and activate the taser. Bruce barely remembers awkwardly telling the rest of the press that he was kidnapped so often that things like this were necessary just in case. Of course, the incident went viral, and Bruce was just glad Vicki didn't sue after he paid off her medical bills.

When Duke joined the family, they were already mid planning, so Duke didn't really expect to be included. But Steph dragged him over to the design studio, which had been created out of one of the many empty rooms of the manor and of which Bruce was strictly forbidden from entering to keep the designs a secret until the final draft was to be sent to the tailors. The room looked like an explosion of paper and pencils and markers, fabric swatches and random bits of technology here and there. Duke was pretty sure there was a prototype of feathery wings in the corner, and wouldn't have been surprised if they could actually move through a remote controller or something, he'd grown up watching Brucie's red carpet looks after all, and they were always incredible.

The other batkids were there and asked him what they thought and if he wanted to add anything. Duke was a bit weirded out by the nearly manic expressions (even if it didn't look it at first glance since some of them were really good at poker faces) all of them had, but he took a look, and jokingly asked if they could incorporate bats or robins or something. The collective cackles of glee and crows of "absolutely" made Duke startle, but immediately after, he joined along in the laughter, and dived into the design process.

That year, the largest living room is occupied with all of the children Bruce had taken in, and of course Alfred as well. There's as much popcorn being eaten as popcorn being thrown at fellow siblings, along with putting up tweets asking their followers what they thought they made Bruce this year. When Bruce steps out, they begin live tweeting, asking if anyone could guess who designed what, promising to tell them the answer after the event, as well as explaining how bits of the outfit fit the theme (even if it didn't, and the kids just wanted to make Bruce wear something). The well known look of pride on Brucie's face as he strut his stuff down the red carpet never got old, not to Bruce, not to the press or the public, and certainly not to his children, who practically glow at seeing his expression. And Duke looks around, feeling the same warmth in his chest that he could see the rest feeling watching Bruce brag about his outfit designed by his children to a nearby reporter, a bit more comfortable and welcomed into this large and crazy family that he's now a part of.

[fryingpan1234567]

yeah, more of these…

Batboys x reader feat. living together bc I don’t see enough headcanons about that (in some you’re a super and in some you’re not)

~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dick Grayson/ Nightwing

We’re imagining a Matt Murdock style Manhattan apartment, with entire walls made of murky glass, limited amount of walls within the place, very nice. It’s in Blüdhaven (:

There are two bedrooms. The two of you live in the smaller one and the master is for superhero stuff

All your tech, suits, files, medical, all that

The ceiling in your room is glass!!

The doggo is a black German Shepherd with a white patch on his chest that looks like the Nightwing symbol, which is the entire reason you got him. His name is Eagle :D

No matter where you work, the two of you take your lunches together every day and get coffee before work if there’s enough time. You picked this place because it’s close to both your jobs, obvi

As far as decor goes, there are a few high-humidity plants, neutral and blue tones, and cool metal

It’s always humid in your place for the plants, but it’s nice

Rainforest vibes, especially when it’s raining

~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jason Todd/ Red Hood

So many books

All the books

Everywhere

Y’all’s live out kind of in the middle of nowhere so it’s easier to retreat and lay low when necessary

Bout an hour out of Gotham

That’s Albus Dumbledore, the Great Dane

Alby for short cause she’s actually a girl but Jay wasn’t budging on that name

Kitty is Angelica

Anyways it’s nice and quiet out there, no city noises or being constantly worried about a stray bomb being thrown in a window

Every goddamn cup or container in your house is a mason jar

Plates and bowls are literally just hammered out sheets of scrap metal

It’s an aesthetic tbh

Plenty of succulents

Anyways the library? Massive

The kitchen? Top of the line

Maybe you two live out in the middle of nowhere, but no way in hell do you pass up the opportunity to abuse Bruce’s money to build a kickass house with all your favorite things

~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tim Drake/ Red Robin

Tim wanted to stay close to Bruce, as he is still a Robin

So y’all’s are only like a ten minute drive from the manor

Two doggos!! Rapunzel and Rella. They are both trained service dogs for anxiety and PTSD, for you and Tim both. Damian helped Bruce find them for you when the two of you moved in :DD

You have a smaller apartment, but it’s close to the top of the building and you actually get to see the Gotham sun sometimes

Whenever Rella or Rapunzel knows Tim’s been on his computer too long, or you’re hyperfixated on a case, or neither of you have slept in a while, they’ll drag you away from your work for a walk or a nap or food

Da best guard dogs :3

MOVING AWAY FROM THE DOGS

The house has quite the modern vibe going

Bright colors, cool shapes, sensible uses of space

Yes, the loft king bed is a real thing

Although sometimes you guys end up sleeping in the living room with a blanket fort bc your dogs can’t follow you up the ladder

~~~~~~~~~~~~ Damian Wayne/ Robin

First and foremost: Playdough’s rainbow spots are just dye; she’s fine I promise

Dami brought Titus and Alfred, obviously, but sadly Batcow had to stay at the manor. The condo building owners didn’t like the idea of that; a Great Dane is barely allowed as it is

The other cat is Cookie!! She’s nice but you and Dami tell everyone she’s mean so when they get affection they feel all warm inside [:

Keep in mind these guys are the only permanent ones- you foster all kinds of animals, including more dogs and cats, chinchillas, guinea pigs, rabbits, birds, even a bat once

Dami also had to stay close to the manor for Robin purposes. You guys are a few minutes away

There are little weapons and med kits and snacks (human and pet) scattered all over your place

Everything is so dark at your place so bloodstains are less noticable

(Dami tends to stumble through a window at like four in the morning, potentially with stab or gunshot wounds and bleeds all over the place)

If you’re a nurse, the stitching up came easy

If you’re not… you had to learn pretty fast

But hey it’s not all bad you’ve got four emotional support animals and a giant tv to watch Nat Geo on

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

Play date

A/N- This was one of my most recent Gareth fics so thankfully i didn’t have to try and recover this one 😅 i may or may not have a part 2 in the works 🫣

Summary- Gareth goes to pick up his little sisters from their friends place, and he definitely didn’t expect a girl to open their front door. a hot girl. in a bikini…

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- None :)

Tag List- @imagine-all-the-imagines @ahzysauce

Words- 2.4k

Gareth knocked on the front door, waiting patiently for someone to answer.

His sisters were over at their friends house for a playdate, some other girl they knew from school, and he was asked by his parents to pick them up before it got too dark out. As soon as the door opened his jaw almost fell to the floor.

It wasn’t one of the other girls’ parents standing there before him, it was a girl. A hot girl, wearing a bikini top and a pair of shorts over the bottoms. At first he thought it was a joke, doing a double take to make sure he wasn’t just seeing things, making you giggle,

“Hi, are you Gareth?”

“Yeah…” He said quietly at first, his eyes snapping back up to yours to distract him from your exposed figure before him, “Yeah, hi, sorry. I’m here to pick up my sisters.”

“I figured, i’m (y/n), i’m Cassie’s older sister,” You said with a smile, opening the door for him, “they were telling me about you,” you said giggling again, seeing the littlest bit of blush creep onto his cheeks, “they’re all in the backyard, come on in.”

He stepped in, closing the door behind him and following you through the house to the sliding glass doors next to your kitchen. He could see a large pool with a wooden deck leading up to it, a few lounge chairs with some towels and pool toys scattered around them. You slid open the doors and approached the pool,

“Hey girls, your brother’s here to take you home.”

The three girls groaned in the pool, making their way up the steps and grabbing their towels to dry off,

“Can’t they stay a little longer sissy?” Your younger sister Cassie said, giving you the puppy dog eyes.

You looked back to Gareth, your hands on your hips,

“I guess it’s all up to you, you’re the one taking them home.”

He thought it over for a moment, weighing his options. He could either go home with his sisters and spend the rest of the night in his room, watching the same old slashers that he’s seen over a million times, or he could stick around for a little longer and spend time with a girl in a bikini.

“You know what,” he looked to his sisters, “i don’t think mom and dad would mind if we stuck around for a little longer.”

His sisters ran up to him and gave him a hug, getting his clothes wet from their still soaked bathing suits before jumping back into the pool. You giggled and took a seat on one of the loungers, looking back up to Gareth,

“You can come sit next to me, i’m not gonna bite.”

He gave you a soft smile as he sat next to you,

“So my sisters were saying stuff about me?” He said, fearing the worst. He knew his sisters were always nice around others but they’d tell his deepest secrets in a heartbeat.

“Yeah, nothing bad though,” You said with a giggle, “they told me we’re the same age, and when they were snooping around in my room they said you liked the same kind of movies.”

“Really? I didn’t know girls were into those gross slashers. Did you see Bad Taste? It came out a few weeks ago.”

“Of course i saw it! I love movies like that, my friends think i’m weird but i just think they’re cool.”

The two of you sat there talking about anything and everything you could think of, slashers, Hellfire, he even told you about Corroded Coffin and about what happened with Jason when Eddie went missing. You could still see a little cut on his lip.

“He threw you into your drums? He’s such a dick, i don’t understand how he gets away with the shit he does.” You turned your head to see the small cut on his lip, a little purple bruise still around it, “I’m glad you’re alright though, that looks like it hurt.”

“Yeah, it hurt like a bitch,” he said with a laugh, the littlest bit of pink on his cheeks, “i’m just glad this cut’s almost healed, i feel like it’s been there forever.”

“Well hopefully next time you come over it looks a little better.” You said with a gentle smile, your eyes darting back and forth from the cut on his lip to his eyes, seeing the blush on his cheeks get a bit deeper.

“Next time?”

“Yeah, next time your sisters are over i expect you to come with,” You said giggling, seeing how flustered he got, “i need someone to hang out with me so i’m not stuck babysitting them again.”

It was cute to see how nervous he got just from talking to you, and it was even cuter to see how pink his cheeks got whenever you giggled or smiled at him. You knew you were being flirty, and you were sure he knew it too, but something about him made you certain that he’d let you do it as much as you wanted. He was wrapped around your finger and you loved it.

“Yeah! Yeah, i’ll absolutely come with next time they come over-“

“We get to come over again?!” One of the girls said from behind him, the two of you getting lost in your conversation and not noticing that they had been wrapped in their towels, standing behind you two for god knows how long.

“I mean, yeah,” Gareth turned to his sisters, “if you guys wanna come over again soon we totally can,” he quickly turned back to you, “if that’s alright with you i mean…” He said trying to hide his excitement.

It was rare occurrence that he was able to talk to a girl this easily, but having a girl as pretty as you be so eager to see him again was definitely something new.

“Of course! You guys can come over whenever you want,” you look back to Gareth, “my parents love your sisters so i’m sure they won’t mind if you came along.”

“Can we come back this weekend?” One of his sisters asked.

“Is that alright with you?” Gareths eyes found yours again, and you could tell he was hoping you’d let them come back that soon.

“Absolutely you can! But no swimming next time,” though Gareth was excited to come back, he was a little upset he wouldn’t be able to see your figure so exposed to him the next time he saw you, “i don’t want us to be stuck out here watching you the whole time ok?”

“That’s ok, we can play with all my new barbie’s i just got for my birthday!”

“Can we go see?”

“Yeah they’re all up in my room!”

The three girls quickly ran inside, going upstairs into Cassie’s room, you shouted behind them,

“Be careful when you run in the house! Don’t get anything wet!” You giggled and rolled your eyes, “Sorry about her, are you sisters like that when they have people over?”

“Oh yeah, all the time.” He said with a smile, “i better go get them, it’s getting kinda late and i don’t want my parents to be pissed i let them stay out this late.”

“I’ll go in with you, i can always clean all this up tomorrow.” You stood up from the chair and grabbed the shirt that was thrown over the back of it, slipping it on before going to grab the pool toys and towels just to tidy up a bit.

Gareth was upset to see your figure covered up again until he saw the logo on the shirt,

“No fucking way, you like gross movies AND you’re into Diamond Head?”

“Yeah!” You said, your lips curled into a smile, “I love them, my dad was the one who got me into them a few years ago when their first album came out.”

The two of you entered the house once again, closing the curtains behind the sliding glass door,

“He’s got good taste,” He said following close behind you into the house, “what other bands are you into? It can’t just be Diamond Head is it?”

“Oh no, i love all kinds of bands like that,” you said with a giggle, “Girlschool, Anthrax, i’ve got a whole collection of cassettes upstairs, i’ll show you.”

You grabbed his hand and led him upstairs into your bedroom, hearing the girls in your sisters room just down the hall. He was surprised that you grabbed at his hand so quickly, and even more surprised when you were still holding it as you entered your room. And he was even more shocked to see how closely your room resembled his.

Posters of different horror movies and bands covering the walls, tapestries over your windows as replacements for curtains, a large pile of VHS tapes next to the tv in front of your bed and a crate full of different metal cassettes next to the stereo underneath your window. And then it finally hit him. He was in a girls room.

You dragged him over to your stereo and kneeled down in front of it, dragging the crate forward to look through the tapes as he sat next to you.

“Wow, you’ve got some good ones in here…” He said, moving the tapes around in the crate before him as you reached up to play whichever one was still in your stereo, turning the volume down so the two of you could talk over it.

“I’ve got some old ones and some new ones in there. I think i’ve got a few more over here too,” you leaned yourself over him, holding onto his shoulder for support, your chest close to his face making him blush as he tried not to sneak a glance at your breasts, “yeah, my dad let me borrow some of his older ones, we used to listen to a lot of these in the car when i was little.”

As the two of you rummaged through the tapes, talking about whichever ones caught your eyes, neither of you could tell that the other was sneaking glances. Gareths eyes kept moving over your face, taking note of every little detail and blemish, while yours were looking to his lips, looking at the light bruise surrounding the cut on his lip.

“What’re you staring at?”

Your eyes quickly moved up to his, not noticing that he finally caught you sneaking a look, making you blush harder than you ever have before. You finally realized why you loved seeing how pink his cheeks got as soon as he did the same to you. There was just something about Gareth that made you feel like there were butterflies in your stomach. Maybe it was the fact that he seemed to interested in you, or that you could tell you were making him feel the same way he made you feel. No matter what it was, for a boy you just met, you knew you definitely liked him.

You gently reached your hand up to his cheek, moving your thumb carefully over the bruise around his lip,

“Just looking at this little cut,” you could feel his cheek beating up under your fingers, “i really hope it heals soon, how long has it been there?”

“Few weeks i think…” He tried his best to keep his eyes away from your but he just couldn’t help himself, “I’ve actually got a little bump on the back of my head still.” He said with a nervous laugh.

“Really? Where is it?” You slowly moved your hand from his cheek into his fluffy hair, carefully moving your fingers around his scalp to find it. He would never allow anyone to touch his hair like this, but you were being so gentle and careful with him, he knew you would be the only exception. Once your fingers found it he winced just a bit at the soreness,

“Shit, sorry, i didn’t hurt you did i?”

“No, no, you’re totally fine.” He said, giving you a soft smile.

It was silent between the two of you, only the sound of the cassette playing from your stereo could be heard but it felt like it was just the two of you there with nothing else around you, getting lost in one another eyes and not noticing that your lips were inching closer.

And closer.

And closer…

“Ew! They’re kissing!”

Before your lips had the chance to touch, the two of you snapped your heads to your doorway, seeing the three little girls giggling as they quickly ran back downstairs once they knew they were caught. You took your hand off of the back of his head, the thought of your lips almost touching being burned into your brain. Damn those little brats for ruining the moment.

“I guess that’s probably my queue to go.” Gareth said, standing up from his spot and reaching his hand out to help pull you up.

“That’s ok, it’s getting late anyways, i know you said you had to leave like an hour ago.” You said with a soft laugh.

The two of you made your way down the stairs, seeing the girls waiting by the front door for their brother,

“All ready to go?” He asked them, you standing behind him. The girls nodded and gathered their things up before you opened the door for them. You smiled and your sister waved goodbye to them as they walked down the driveway to their car, and before Gareth took a few steps out of the door you quickly grabbed his hand again,

“You’re coming with them next time right?” You said with a smile, gently biting your bottom lip.

“Yeah, absolutely, i promise i’ll come with them next time.” He smiled and before he knew it, he felt his face flush as you quickly pressed your lips to his cheek.

It was quick, soft, and nothing more than a simple kiss goodbye, but to him it was everything. You giggled seeing his reaction to something as simple as a little kiss on the cheek and you slowly removed your hand from his, wiggling your fingers as you waved to him.

He was too flustered to do anything and quickly waved back just as you shut the door.

As he walked to the car, he felt like he was walking on air. Not even a full day of knowing you and he felt like his whole world was turned completely upside down from just one simple kiss on the cheek. And he was more excited than anything for his sisters next little play date at your place.

All that mattered was that he needed to see you again. And soon.

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[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Buff Batmom reaction when she found out Joker killed Jason

Buff Batmom as Black Death going on a bloodthirsty killing rampage killing criminals even innocent civilians. Just so she can murder Joker.

Buff Batmom beating the shit outta Joker for murdering her little boy

Jesus, Bruce, Alfred, and Dick. I can’t imagine what their reaction would be seeing Batmom revert back to old habits and start killing again after Jason death.

I feel like Bruce could feel it coming. That it was going to happen.

He'd seen her break down when she found out what happened to her little boy, how she was an emotional mess for the days following. Dick had come home, and Bruce just watched as his wife sees her oldest who looks so much like Jason, and just immediately crumples again, and Dick just lets her cling to him and sob, knowing that she's partly doing it to try and pretend he's Jason, at least for a second. The funeral comes, and it was then, as they lowered the casket into the ground and Bruce turns to check on her, that he sees the little glint in her eye. Like a spark. He knew she was ready to kill again. For her boy.

She didn't do anything at first. She becomes mostly quiet, doing simple tasks at work and at home, not really conversing with anyone. Everyone can tell something's off, Alfred is worried she's having a nervous break, Dick's worried about his mom's mental state and tries to spend as much time as possible with her, but Bruce knows what she's doing. She's plotting. She's going through what she wants to do in her head, step by step. Fantasizing.

Then she snaps. She's seemingly aware of her husband's own awareness and goes off at the perfect time where when he realising that she's gone, it's already too late. Dick is the first to notice his mom isn't at home, and he tries calling her first, and after a short text back assuring him she's fine and that she loves him to the moon and back but being off still, he informs Alfred who informs Bruce, and he immediately tells Alfred to keep Dick distracted at home, not to let him listen to any news reports or the radio, and to instead convince Dick that Bruce had contact with her and she's gone to get her emotions out (technically not wrong) and he's going to go comfort her, and to prepare a nice meal for her for when they get back to show she's loved. At this point Alfred, knowing batmom's past realises what's happening and agrees.

By the time Bruce finds his wife, she's slaughtered her way through his little hide out, and she's done with Joker. He isn't dead, proven by his heavy breathing and very faint laughter when he was able to gain consiousness for a few seconds every few minutes, but you can't see his green and purple suit or hair in the dim lighting because it's all been dyed red from his blood. Black Death sits against the furthest wall. He ignores the mad man, walking over to her and just kneeling in front of her. In the faint light he can see the tears rolling from the eye sockets of her mask.

"It doesn't feel good. It doesn't make me feel better... he took my baby. He took away one of the things I never thought I'd have... what if someone takes Dickie bird? I can't... I can't lose my... my boys... my baby Jay..." She sobs quietly, and Bruce doesn't say anything. He just wraps his arms around her, muffling her sobs and carefully helping her up and leading her out.

He gets her out of the costume and into civilian clothing he brought with him, as well as for himself before taking her home. She's still a mess the entire time, but when they get home and Dick rushes to his mom's side, saying how he was worried sick about her, telling her how he and Alfred made her favourite, and demanding she take a few weeks off work to properly mourn and relax with her family, she just nods, before looking over at Bruce.

"Thank you." She manages to get out. To this day, he's not sure exactly what she was thanking him for. For forgiving her for her past actions, or this 'slip up'? For giving her this domestic life, or as close as she's able to get? For not telling Dick about the real monsterous side of his beloved mother? For loving her unconditionally and being a true saint of a husband? He wasn't sure, and he didn't care. For him, she didn't need to thank him for anything.

[forestlingincorporated]

“A Good Soldier”

I wanna think about Jason’s memorial.

First of all, Jason’s memorial first appears in Frank Miller’s 1986 Dark Knight #2 - The Dark Knight Triumphant. So, it’s actually one of those instances where apocrypha retroactively enters canon - Jason’s memorial predates Jason’s death in 1988. 

This memorial, interestingly, is shown not to have an epitaph at all, and we’ll off and on see versions of the memorial that continue not to have a plaque. 

However, the phrase “a good soldier” still comes from The Dark Knight Returns series. 

I think this is important to consider, because this Bruce Wayne and New Earth’s Bruce Wayne were not the same people. Miller’s 1986 series doesn’t just predate Jason’s death, it predates Jason’s life - Jason Todd as we know him today was not revamped until 1987. Miller’s Dark Knight’s Jason Todd is an alternate universe version of pre-crisis Jason Todd. 

So I went looking for the first instance of Jason’s memorial in New Earth. 

(Side bar, this panel from Batman 432 of Bruce looking at Jason’s photo in his pocket, I’m gonna cry) 

There’s no sign of Jason’s memorial in Batman 436 when Dick goes to visit the cave. What we do see is that Bruce has removed every memento of the last two years with Jason. 

I find it interesting that Dick goes to Bruce’s room, but not Jason’s. We don’t get to see what Bruce has done with Jason’s bedroom during this stage in his grief. If I were to assume, I would guess it was locked, but I find it a weird choice not to demonstrate that.  Now, there is a case in A Lonely Place of Dying...

But this is pretty clearly Dick’s uniform, so there’s still no indication that there’s a memorial in the Batcave. 

Then we suddenly see this case in the background during the Penguin Affair, Batman 449. 

Now, we don’t know for sure this is Jason’s memorial. It seems really odd that we wouldn’t get a scene of Bruce putting the suit up, or even the other characters reacting to it. This could very well be Dick’s suit in the regular suit lineup, there is no plaque and we can’t tell for sure if it’s a stand-alone case or one of many without seeing its left side, but it could also be the first depiction of the memorial. 

The monument is for sure installed by Batman 451 in May of 1990. It is a stand alone case and it’s obvious from the dialog that it’s Jason’s. This is, to my knowledge, the OFFICIAL first depiction of Jason’s memorial in New Earth. 

But there’s still no plaque. 

So where’s the first appearance of the plaque? 

Rite of Passage immediately opens on it, a nice big close up of In Memory of Jason Todd - Robin - A Good Soldier. 

The memorial plays a big part in Tim’s arc. It’s a heavy reminder why he’s there, what he has to live up to, and what he has to surpass. Jason wasn’t Tim’s brother at this point, he’s a stranger, an idol, a hero... a good soldier in Batman’s crusade, fallen in battle. 

I - oh? 

It’s gone. Oh - ?

It’s back. 

It’s weird? Because the epitaph is almost entirely for Tim’s benefit. It’s a symbol for Tim, almost what Tim would have imagined it would say, rather than what Bruce would write. 

And the comics Do Not show us Bruce putting up the monument - which you would think they would have at some point, given the number of times the thing’s been smashed. 

We, the audience, are left wondering when exactly Bruce set up the memorial, why he set up the memorial, why he wrote the plaque the way he did, because none of this is shown to us. It’s this weird set piece that just got stuck in there one day and created this strange void in the narrative - how we got from Bruce unable to bear the sight of Jason’s trophies to erecting an extremely morbid monument to him.

I can think of three potential triggers: 

Lady Clayface taking Jason’s form

Bruce accidentally injuring Lonnie Machin

And Bruce failing to save this random civilian child. 

But that’s just me trying to retroactively make sense of it. I don’t even know what to do with “a good soldier.” Because this IS NOT Miller’s Bruce, and NOT Miller’s Jason. 

Jason isn’t a good soldier. He’s a terrible soldier. He was a good son. Bruce’s youngest child. His baby.

I can maybe twist it into Bruce trying to distance himself emotionally from the whole thing, but... it just doesn’t... work. What headspace was Bruce in when he chose that? Was he punishing himself? Was he trying to honor Jason? Was he trying to make peace with it? How does “a good soldier” fit into his mental narrative of events almost a year after Jason died? Jason died in APRIL. We see the memorial for the first time not long before Tim’s mother dies, and her funeral is on CHRISTMAS EVE. 

I am out of thoughts on the matter. But I felt like sharing. 

[rookiesbookies]

I had an idea a long time ago I want to finalize.

I want like Lex Luthor to get into a PR nightmare and his PR team be like “do what Bruce does in PR nightmares and adopt a kid”.

So Lex adopts a girl, probably 15-16 ish because he didn’t want a kid that was too small or too old, he also wanted a kid that would be able to self govern.

So the girl is 16, probably never knew her parents, has a job, shit like that.

Im thinking when Lex adopts her he’s like “I just need you to appear in public with me a couple times a week. Do some charity work maybe, idk but you get to live in my mansion”

She’s like “ok, I want to major in business anyway”.

At first Lex is like “cool, sweet, awesome” but then he has the “oh shit” moment of

What if Superman tries to kill my kid.

Which makes him feel like an asshole because he may have just subjected his kid to an awful fate.

She’s probably like a chocolate/caramel brunette and about 5’4” ish. She’s pretty but in a dorky-cute way. She’s not super skinny but definitely has weight to her so probably about 140 pounds. Most of it being in her thighs because I have a pretty clear idea of what she looks like. I’d like to believe that she’s from like Georgia or Florida, because the idea of Lex flying down to a state to grab a kid, keeping it a secret for like a month, then randomly showing up with her is awesome to me. Also her accent would stick out in the New Jersey crowds so you’d always know when she was around because of her naturally loud voice.

I’d like to believe Lex gets invited to a Wayne Gala and that’s when she is really introduced.

She’s in some long purple or green dress with like a sweet heart neckline, it’s higher in the front than the back and she’s in some large chunky pumps that makes her stand at about 5’9” or 5’10”.

Now in my cannon, Dick is 5’8” around 24 at this point, Tim is like 5’6” at 15, and Damian is like 12 and 5’2”. Jason is 6’ easy, 6’2” in his boots. (This will all be important later)

So she’s taller than Dick, Tim, and Damian, but has to look up at Bruce (6’) and Jason, but Jason is still ‘dead’.

Jason gets to play guard in the Batman suit at the galas to basically he sits by a window looking in on the whole thing in case something or someone attacks so Bruce can’t be assumed as Batman.

So imagine with me that Clark is at a Wayne Gala, he sees Lex walking in with this younger looking girl on his side. She’s got makeup on she Clark can’t really tell how old she is and Lex walks up to Bruce to be greeted.

Bruce goes “who’s your girlfriend?” Then Lex’s new kid puts her hand on her chest.

“Pardon me, Mr. Wayne, but I am not Mr. Luthor’s ‘girlfriend’. Mr. Luthor adopted me out of the goodness of his heart a month ago and I was interested in attending this Gala because I wholeheartedly support what these charities are about.” She looks distraught, she’s kinda upset, she’s clutching her small purse with white knuckles. “It is very inappropriate for you to make an assumption like that Mr. Wayne.”

Lex is like “Bruce, that’s my daughter, (name to be decided), I adopted her and wanted to keep it on the down low, but she heard about this event and asked to go and I said of course,” after the girl stomps off to the desert table.

Imagine her angrily eating sweets and the whole time Jason is in the comms with Barbara (Dick, Tim, Bruce, Damian, and Cass who are all at the Gala have comms in) just LAUGHING. “Jesus, old man, you really messed up this one! Can’t wait for that public apology!”

So Tim is like “I’m going to go say hi.” Then kinda makes his way over.

“Hello, Im Timothy Drake-Wayne,” he holds out his hand for her to shake but she’s holding a slice of cake on a plate. She kinda shuffles it in her hands and sets it down on a table near her.

“(Name I choose) Luthor. Nice to meet you Mr. Drake-Wayne. I am very pleased to be able to attend a gathering that is striving for the better for animals. I’m very passionate about the topic myself.”

Tim’s like “May I ask your relationship with Lex?” She tells him about how he adopted her and shit. So she probably does this with each of the kids attending but Cass.

Imagine she’s like in the middle of talking to Damian, who is apprehensive toward her in every way, doesn’t even shake her hand, he stands at a distance, stuff like that. She’s talking and goes “I have cats at home, would you like to see a picture?”

Damian nods his head so fast, and she pulls out her phone and holds up a photo of this American Short hair- Siamese mix that is all white with crystal blue eyes. “He’s about 8, I named him Dashing Through the Snow as a kid, but everyone calls him Dash.”

She IMMEDIATELY becomes one of Damian’s favorite people. She also shows him a photo of a little black cat, maybe a year old, which green eyes “his name is Kryptonite, I got him when I moved in with Mr. Luthor.”

Now Clark isn’t listening and he just years “kryptonite” and freaks the fuck out. So he runs to the bathroom and Bruce is like “what happened.” Meanwhile Lex had found a microphone and is like “I have a big announcement to make, everyone!”

Jason is HOWLING with laughter, like “oh this is gonna be good.”

This girl is called to the stage, “every I’d like to introduce you to my daughter, (name), who I adopted last month. I took influence from Bruce’s wonderful job with his kids and couldn’t help myself when I met her.”

Lois Lane turns to where Bruce just was, sees he’s gone. Then she’s already typing the headline, “Bruce Wayne disappears while Lex Luthor introduces newly adopted daughter.”

Im going to make another part to this later, maybe add references and shit.

[fleur-de-violette]

And I’ll look into your eyes to find out if I’m real

A3O Summary: Bruce wants a lot of things. A bath. Seeing his family. Not having been missing for a whole year.

He wants Dick to wake up and realize he’s not a hallucination.

Whumptober 2020 day 6 – Stop, please. Note: Have you seen that the whumptober 2021 prompts are out? They’re super cool and I didn’t finish the 2020 so it’s safe to say I won’t do them. Still, I’m excited for it.

Back to the fic, warning for hallucination, lots of crying and pretty much general angst. Enjoy!

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Bruce wants a bath.

He wants a lot of things. One of them is a bath. He never considered himself too dependent on the luxuries that came with his civilian identity, but right now, he really wants to be in clean, warm water with a nice scent, maybe a few candles, and some relaxing music.

It isn’t as much about the bath itself, because he had the time to clean himself, warm up and relax his aching muscles in the shower, it’s the idea of it. He wants to be in a moment where he could allow himself to lose time without feeling guilty about the next crisis. These moments are too rare, if not nonexistent, in his life. And now isn’t one of these moments.

Bruce wants a lot of things.

He wants Alfred not to look so tired. He wants to see Tim smile, really smile. He wants to take the next flight to Hong Kong just so he can hug Cassandra. He wants to solve a case with Steph, watch that smart spark in her eyes and find out how much she grew up. He wants to go to Crime Alley and check on Jason. He wants to shake Gordon’s hand and to kiss Barbara’s hair. He wants to feel Selina’s body against his. He wants to understand Damian. He wants to see Dick’s eyes.

He hasn’t seen Dick’s eyes since he came back from time. Batman’s white lenses had left his son’s face sometime between the moment he passed out next to Damian and the moment a neurosurgeon removed a bullet from the inside of his skull. Dick had yet to wake up.

And Bruce hadn’t seen Dick’s eyes in a year.

It’s something that hasn’t happened since that fateful night at Haly’s Circus. Even when they weren’t talking, he always took the time to check on his ward. His son.

He never wanted things to go this way. He has all the money anyone could wish for and more, a position of power, both in one of the biggest companies on earth and in the most famous superhero team in the universe. He’d been trained by the best of the best.

And yet.

And yet he can’t stop his family from ripping to shreds.

The Joker is still loose. He’s got a dozen missed calls on his phone, mostly from Clark. He doesn’t care. Right now, he doesn’t care. He’s tired.

Dick must be tired too. Bruce tries to tell himself that this is the reason he hadn’t woken up yet. He’d been assured by several doctors that the surgery went well. Dick should wake up anytime now, and the confusion and pain will decrease within the next few weeks, leaving only a scar on the back of his head, until that, too, will be hidden behind the thick black hair Bruce hadn��t ruffled affectionately in ages.

Bruce’s hands hover over his son’s unconscious body, as if afraid of touching him. Of breaking him more than he already did. Not for the first time, he wonders what would have happened if he had ensured that the young boy from the circus found a good foster family and left him there. If he hadn’t, with all the vanity of a twenty-four-year-old millionaire, thought he was the only one who could take care of him.

He sighs. He lowers his head once again toward Dick’s face and sees two cloudy blue eyes looking back at him.

He blinks. Tries to control the avalanche of emotions falling upon him. “Hey,” he says, choking on his own voice.

He’s not really expecting an answer, so he’s surprised when Dick opens his dry lips and lets out a small, “Hey. Long time, no see.”

A tear Bruce knows Dick doesn’t even notice forms itself in his son’s eye. Bruce wipes it away gently. “Are you in any pain?” he asks.

“I’m okay,” Dick lies. Bruce doesn’t call him out on it.

“Do you remember what happened?”

Dick goes to shake his head but aborts the movement with a pained jerk. “No,” he says instead.

“Do you want me to tell you?”

Dick lets out a small laugh. “How would you know? You’re a figment of my imagination.”

Bruce suddenly feels very cold. He takes in both the knowledge that Dick doesn’t think he’s real and the implication that hallucinating him is something he’s familiar with.

His hand presses a little more on his son’s face. “I’m here,” he says. “I’m real.”

Dick closes his eyes and another tear escapes one of them. “Don’t. Please.”

“Talk to me. What can I do to convince you?” Bruce feels a pressure building behind his own eyes.

“Please, stop,” Dick repeats. “I can’t. I can’t believe you.”

Bruce takes a deep breath. “Okay, we’ll take all the time you need. You don’t have to believe me now, but you need to calm down.”

Dick is close to hyperventilating now, and Bruce wonders if he should just leave the room and let Alfred take care of him. But that seems too much like running away for his liking, and he’s been away long enough.

“I can’t believe you’re real,” Dick continues, not caring, or perhaps not registering what Bruce said. “I can’t, you’re not. I can’t hope, because what if I wake up and you’re gone? Again?”

Bruce feels his heart shattering into pieces, but he can’t let himself break down. “Breathe, Robin,” he says, immediately wincing when the name passes his lips.

Calling him by a title he hadn’t worn in years probably won’t help Dick’s grip with reality, but he can’t help it. Right now, he can only see a distressed child in front of him. A child who always responded well to this name.

And it seems that some things can’t be erased by time, because Dick gasps and takes a few more deep breaths, calming down. Bruce thinks the worst of it is over. He thinks maybe Dick will fall back asleep, and wake up again in a few hours, less confused this time.

He’s wrong.

Because not a minute later, Dick opens his eyes again, and says, “The real you would be much angrier than that.”

Bruce feels the mass in his throat, the one that appeared at the beginning of the conversation, start to grow again. “What? No, why would I be angry?”

“Let you down,” Dick answers in a way that makes Bruce wish he had never asked. “Disrespected your will. Let Gotham become a mess. Destroyed Batman’s name.”

“You didn’t,” Bruce murmurs. “You didn’t.” When Dick doesn’t seem to calm down, he adds, “You’re a better Batman than I’ll ever be.”

Because this is true. He doesn’t need Alfred of Gordon to tell him what he always knew. Dick is the essence of what Batman should be. He’s the Batman Gotham needs, even if she doesn’t deserve him. And for that reason, Dick shouldn’t have been Batman. He’s perfect, and he’s destroying himself.

Batman had never been a title to pass on, let alone to Dick. Sure, he trusted his son and first sidekick to take the mantle if he was unable to, but he never had wanted him to be Batman. No one but him was supposed to be Batman. Cassandra was the closest to the title, but she wasn’t ready, and he couldn’t let that burden fall on her.

Still, he hadn’t wanted it to fall on Dick, either.

“Why are you saying that?” Dick asks. Bruce can practically see the gears turning in his head. Good. He knows firsthand that Dick is a damn good detective. He will figure this out. “This is not something I believe or fear or want to hear. Why are you saying that?”

“I’m real,” Bruce repeats, and Dick lets out a sob.

“You’re not,” he protests, but Bruce can see his resolve weakening. “You’re not. Tim said, but you…”

He stops. Blinks. A few more tears fall out of his eyes, and Bruce knows his own aren’t dry either. “You’re real. You’re… please, be real.”

Bruce bites the inside of his cheek to keep himself from breaking down. “I’m real,” he chokes. “I promise.”

Dick’s eyes go wide. “What about Damian?” he asks. “Aren’t you angry?”

Bruce sighs. What about Damian? This is a whole different question. The kid is sleeping in his room right now, having finally listened to Alfred, leaving his Batman’s side. He had barely said a word to Bruce.

Bruce has been gone for a year, not by choice, sure, but gone nonetheless, and now he doesn’t know where he fits, between his son in blood and his son in everything else.

Batman and Robin, a bond that can’t be broken. A bond that still exists, he hopes, between himself and Dick.

“I will talk with him,” he says because his relationship with Damian, his complicated feelings about the mere existence of Damian and his anxiety about having to work with him as a Robin, aren’t Dick’s responsibility. They never should have been. “I’m not angry with you.”

Dick blinks again. “My head hurts,” he finally admits.

Bruce’s hand hovers over the morphine drip. “Do you want more painkillers?”

“If I sleep,” Dick asks, “Will you still be there when I wake up?”

Bruce bends down, leaves a kiss on his son’s forehead. “I promise.”

“I don’t believe you,” Dick says. “But thank you, for being here.”

Still, he closes his eyes and his body relaxes a little. Probably as much as it is possible while recovering from brain surgery.

Bruce stays there a long time, his hand still on Dick’s face. He’s broken a lot of promises. But he’s sure of one thing.

He will be here when Dick wakes up again.

He will still be real.

Ending Note: Hope you enjoyed the fic! Many thanks to @ohmytoddhewitt for beta reading!

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So I have this little headcanon (well,,,, not really a headcanon but more of a nice-to-think-about headcanon because it would never happen but it’s- like the title- nice to think about so im sharing it here) in which they’re all going to the beach in this sorta mini-van that bruce rented. And take in mind that this is the wayne family, but at the same time most people that wear a bat on their chest,,,, so they had to whack some things up.

BUT ANYWAYS, it was Bruce’s dumbass idea to buy a van and call it a road-trip, and honestly? no one was ready. That usually happens with big families, even with one that has most kids over 18. And how everyone was on board with the idea doesn’t matter because this is my headcanon and they are all now squished in a minivan and there are bags in the back and towels in the seats and there’s a cooler on top because it didn’t fit. 

and just for reference the van was like SMALL. it was sort of like the school buses but way smaller, so they’re like buses in which there are three seats in front, driver, and then like two others (the middle one doesn’t really count because that’s where you put waterbottles and stuff). There’s a sort of space in the back, where you usually put the backpacks (these are like elementary school buses and every single kid has those backpacks with wheels and it’s a pain in the ass-) and then there is another set of four seats (that’s more like a sofa but no armrest- god please have patience there is literally not a single image on google im trying to be specific- and those are facing the back of the bus (so the backrest (?) is facing the place with the bags).

THEN we have another seat that’s close to this one but facing the opposite way but it’s only THREE seats so there’s a space for the next row of three seats and then there’s the back one that’s four again.

In conclusion, you can fit 18-ish people, driver counted. 

and continuing with my story, it’s Bruce driving, Alfred as shotgun, a water-bottle or two in the middle, the bags in their respective places... and then... 

disaster. 

Babs is the only one sitting in the four-seat closer to the bags, harper is in the three-seat, Dick is there as well. 

and then there’s the rest. Steph, Cass, Duke, Jason, Tim, Damian, they’re all screaming in the back and they’re throwing towels around and there’s an “OW! THAT WAS MY HAIR YOU DICKHEAD!” and a “THAT’S MINE!” and so many other things because. the back of the bus, it’s cURSED. And Bruce is just driving with a strained smile because he wants so badly to turn around and throw a waterbottle at each of their heads to get them to shut up (of course, it wouldn’t work because not even god can calm down the back of the bus)

Tim and Jason somehow get into this argument of how tim ‘has no friends’ and Tim shoots back that in fact he DOES, that he’s calling them right this instant. And bruce doesn’t even have a chance to yell at them, because now there’s a speedster and a cloned kryptonian right beside the moving minivan and Bruce is lowkey freaking out because none of them (the ones in the van and the ones out) are wearing their superhero costumes, and then Tim is just with his hands pressed on the window and he’s like practically banging the glass and waving and they can’t hear him but he’s like “HEY! HEY HYE HEY YOU GUYS MADE IT!!!” and then dick is just telling them to cut it out and slow down because you know, identities, and Steph is like HOLY SHIT THEY DID MAKE IT and Damian is just sitting upside down with his legs in the backrest off the seat and Duke is in the same position, making fun of Damian because his feet don’t reach. 

Kon and Bart seem to get the hint because they slow down, but not before bart has literally jumped towards the MOVING VAN and vibrated through (i’m like 99% sure he is able to do that so-) and then he literally landed on Tim (tim actually softened his fall, because Tim’s back literally made a ~crack~ sound by hitting somebody’s knee) and stood up real quick and then started waving and laughing at kon, who was now running normal-speed beside the van. 

And then bruce went FASTER and kon was like WHAT THE HECK OLD MAN and he can’t use his powers so he’s literally running behind the van and bart is laughing his ass off and then tim is like “BRUCE STOP THE VAN!” and then Bart is already calling cassie and telling her what happened and you can hear cassie laughing from over the phone and then Tim is just yelling at bruce in the background. Bruce eventually DOES stop, and Tim opens the door for him and Kon crawls in and Bart’s still laughing, and he’s practically leaning onto Dick and Harper, and they’re squished together and bart’s just laughing on the phone while Kon sits on the really far end of the opposite seat (practically on the door) so he’s the furthest from babs as possible because he’s actually terrified of her. Tim is just sorta awkward because he now realizes that he was a bit TOO excited to see kon, and then the back of the bus/van is staring at them and like what the hell and then Tim goes “who doesn’t have friends, huh?”, and Jason goes ‘pfft’ and he calls roy but he’s spending time with lian; he calls artemis and she goes, “but wasn’t this a family trip? what do you need me for?”, SO jaosn calls bizarro and then he barely answers the phone when bizarro goes “RED HER SAID NO. BYE” so Jason slumps and it’s quiet for a second when steph goes “is that GUM IN MY HAIR”. And then jason laughs and its chaos all over again. (i might make a ‘things that were heard from the back of the road trip bus post bc i have so many ideas oh my god)

and then they are at the beach, the bus barely stops and there’s a few bags thrown out the window, and people yelling at Kon to open the door, and Kon not being able to work under pressure so tim opens it and everyone’s pushing each other and Steph has an uneven strand of hair, because Damian went to ‘extreme measures’ and cut it so now steph’s hair is uneven and they were going to keep cutting it “to make it even” but then Alfred was like “you’re all going to clean the van afterwards so think carefully” and then nobody did anything and there’s literally a ziploc bag with steph’s strand of hair (damian didn’t even cut to where the gum was, he cut even FURTHER but yes, the gum is in the bag). 

As I was saying, they get out of the van, and the bags are out and Bruce has NO IDEA what to do. none. It’s alfred that rents a tent and then Damian’s chasing duke into a random restaurant’s changeroom and showers and then cass is dragging harper that’s dragging steph that’s dragging jason and tim is getting the bags with Kon and bart and bart realizes that he doesn’t  have a swimsuit and then he stops walking and Kon seems to realize too and it’s like OH MAN and they can’t run back (because no powers, rule set by bruce when two super-powered bros came in the bus) and They’ recarrying the bags to this tent (do you guys know what im talking about? i feel like we’re imagining completely different things- it’s this but much more people and there’s a bunch of people selling stuff like sunglasses and doign hair, piercings, tattoos even - for the tattoos thing it’s just promo for an actual shop they don’t tattoo you in the actual beach - ) and It’s literally Kon, tim and bart carrying the bags (which they CAN carry between the three, it’s not like they packed up half the manor) and then a minute later or so Steph is sprinting towards Tim and she’s yelling something Tim can’t understand and then Steph points at her bag (that tim’s carrying) and she screams something like “SAND! HOT!” and then she’s like high-knee-ing/sprinting even faster and Cass is just walking barefoot in the sand, super calm, but she’s got Harper on her back. Damian and Duke are racing towards the shadow (because the sand is cooler there), and next thing you know Jason’s aready in the tent with a coconut. 

And if you haven’t thougth about how the Batfam would be in the beach then let me tell you, you don’t have enough spare time because i know for a FAT FACT that: 

It was Jason that insisted on Bruce buying sand toys (a whole bag, i swear)

Damian tried coconut water, didn’t like it all that much (altho he loves the inside- idk what it’s called but it’s edible i swear)

Bruce put on an excessive amount of sunscreen

Duke has swimming trunks with the robin logo just to piss damian off (also Damian has matching ones but with the batman one)

Steph, Cass and Harper rented a banana boat (here’s a picture) and they dragged Jason and Tim along, just to toss them off in the end 

Jason 1000% got stung by a jellyfish 

Bruce bought like seven friendship bracelets from this guy that made them because they looked deadass cool 

They played beach volleyball and let me tell you Damian can throw a really mean overhand serve (actually, i don’t think you THROW a serve, but like,,, serve one-)

dick got buried in the sand, courtesy of Jason

bart was pissy because he couldn’t go in the water, so he and Kon sprinted with normal speed (they both had water-proof anklets that sucked their powers, so it was REALLY  a no-powers vacation, courtesy of Bruce, again.)

the only ones in stock were neon, and they settled real quick so now theyre sprinting back and cardying a bag of keychains they thought looked rad as hell and now tim caught up to them and all three are practically skipping towards the water

,,,,they forgot to put sunscreen on.... all of them,,, they forgot....

tim made a sand castle

in teams of two (kon/bart, tim/cass, duke/harper, steph/jason, dick/damian) got on each other shoulders and basically spent five minutes trying to see who would be the last team standing, splashing water everywhere and stuff

first team to go down was Dick and damian, because steph pushed damian and by trying to keep himself on Dick's shoulders, damian accidentally poked dick's eye (sort of CLAWED in so you know what i mean).

second team to go down was steph and jason, because damian doesnt play fair and so he swam down and literally just scratched Jason's ankle, knowing damn well that the jellyfish sting was there. Jaosn shrieked and steph lost her balance. so much for vigilantes at night with stealth and talent, huh.

third team to go down was tim and bart because kon insisted on being on bart’s shoulders and that’s easy peasy because i mean, bart’s not WEAK, but he’s not TALL either and it’s not like Kon weighs a feather and they’re on the deeper side,,,,, you can imagine the rest

Now there’s two teams, and they call it a tie because otherwise someone’s gonna end up injured (altho tim likes to say that he and cass won)

There’s music playing in the background, with really vulgar lyrics that alfred disapproves of, but you know. It’s not his beach. 

THIS IS REALLY JUST A SCREAM POST SORRY IT’S NOT WHAT YOU GUYS SIGNED UP FOR BUT TAGLIST ANYWAYS: @red-hood-redemption @screennamealreadyused @bikoncon @catxsnow @thesporklecat @thesesickfics-justmakemesick @hauntingsonofrobin anddd i think i forgot someone sorry 

[lovecinnatwist]

roommates jaydick with sex toys leading to discovering someone has a size kink *wink wink*

Mannnnnnnnnn- Here we go

Tags: Dildos, Ovipositors, Breeding kink, Size Kink, Daddy Kink- Jason get's awakened:tm:

‘Egging’ me on

Dick looks good- too good.

Jason can feel his palms start to sweat. The sight of his roommate face down on his bed is hotter than it has any right to be. They were way crossed the line at this point. So far he doesn’t even know if they’ll ever be able to get back.

The breathy whine Dick lets out goes straight to his cock. His hands are covered with lube and sticky gelatin. A mess from prepping Dick’s hole and the neon blue, near alien tentacle dildo.

“ Fuck- Jay give me another. “

There are only two eggs left. He didn’t think that they would make it this far. Two or three sounded generous. But here Dick was begging for more. Even though his ass was already stretched with four melting eggs.

He dips his fingers back into the bowl and pulls out one of the cool eggs. In his hand, it quickly goes to room temperature. He almost wants to ask him if he’s sure he can take it but after coming this far he knows the answer already. He wonders if this egg will make Dick cum like the second one did.

It takes him a few tries to get the lubed up egg into the base of the toy. All while Dick shivers and tries to keep still. He finally catches the right angle and he pushes. It draws a greedy moan from his room mate.

The egg isn’t inside, not yet but he wants to hear Dick beg for it before he squeezes the end of the toy and shoots it against his prostate.

“ God Dickie, how are you not full already?”

He can’t help the hint of a growl to his voice. Without asking he reaches for the final egg. The amount of sticky gelatin on Dick’s thighs makes him think one is almost already completely melted.

“ Come on Jay- squeeze it in. I want it- want your eggs- Fertilize me. Breed me!“

Oh-

If that wasn’t the most pleasing thing his cock has ever heard. Jason wraps a slick hand around himself to try to regain some semblance of control. His grip on the second egg slips and it falls back into the bowl. He can’t be bothered with it though. Not when Dick is begging so prettily to be stuffed. Quickly, he wipes his hand off on Dick’s plush ass to get off most of the lube. Then grips the slippery base best he can to work the thick, rigid dildo back and forth.

The noise that Dick lets out is loud enough to echo in his ears. He picks up pace, dragging out the silicon the little he can before pushing it back against the eggs with care. He was going to make Dick cum just like this. Cum without a hand on his dick. Then while he’s spurting all over the sheets he’ll shoot the last egg in his greedy ass.

“ Yes- yes fuck Jay fuck me. Fuck me harder make me your incubator. “

Jason is so hard it’s almost funny.

This shouldn’t be turning him on but God it is. He licks his lips imagining really knocking Dick up with his kids. They weren’t anything, the two of them, not yet and maybe not ever but still he was caught in the fantasy.

His fingers slip on the lube and the base the dildo presses up and hard. It’s all Dick needs and soon he’s letting out the filthiest, most debauched moan and cumming with a full-body spasm. It’s beautiful, it’s mesmerizing. It almost makes Jason cum.

Dick’s hole flutters around the tentacle, twitching and tensing as he rides out orgasm. Jason doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything so hot before. The extreme contour his roommate can put himself in shames even porn stars. His mouth goes dry and desire lights him from the inside out.

A shaky hand presses over his, with a trembling touch Jason finally inches out the dildo out of Dick’s wrecked hole. God he hopes Dick will at least give him a handy or something, he doesn’t think he can last much longer. The gape of that sensual little rim winks at him and Jason just wants to get his tongue inside.

He puts the dildo aside to clean up. At least that was the goal before Dick’s foot pressed against his obvious bulge. His eyes snap up at playful blue so quickly that he finds himself lost.

“ C’mon Jay fertilize them. “

Fuuuuuuckkkkkkk- Jason snaps.

“ yea- just yea let me just- “

His hands are a mess. He knocks over the bowl and it's gonna be a bitch to clean up later. It doesn’t matter though. Not when he’s hard enough to cut glass, his cock suffocating in his joggers. He tugs the draw string, eager and hungry for that wet sticky hole.

They had some condoms earlier but now that Dick is on his back legs spread, stomach and chest a mess of cum, ass dribbling melting gelatin? Well Jason feels like Dick’ll have no right to bitch about the creampie when he’s already going to have to clean out the eggs anyway.

“ Shit Dickie, You're gonna be my pretty little incubator? Gonna let me fertilize your eggs and make you fat with my cum? “

He can’t believe this is how they’re finally going to fuck. The sex toy thing had been casual nothing more. Now that he’s getting his chance though he wastes no time in pushing the front of his pants down.

Wide blue eyes blink pretty, pink lips slightly agape. Dick’s eyes fall to his cock.

Jason flushes embarrassed. He’s hung. He knows that. But he isn’t too much bigger than the dildo. He thought that Dick would be able to handle it since he’s already stretched but maybe he should not have assumed. He uses his thumb to slide that sexy rim open. It’s so flush from the stretch. Nice and wet too. God if Dick doesn’t want him to fuck him hopefully he can at least get his tongue in there. He’s never eaten ass before but he’s sure Dick tastes good inside.

“ ut… in “

Jason misses what Dick says. Too lost in the heat of Dick’s ass. He looks up and Dick looks absolutely wrecked. Jason blinks sitting up. Which doesn’t seem to be the right thing. One long leg slides over his hips fast enough to stop him from moving. It makes Jason’s breath hitch, cock bobbing from the show of strength.

“ Put it in. Put it in- fuck need it. Need that monster cock Jay. Fucking huge put it in c’mon c’mon c’mon- “

Slamming into Dick is like sliding into a hot bath after a good workout. It makes him loose and relaxed in all the right ways. The head of his cock slides right against an egg. Sticky gelatin melting from the heat of his cock. Dick fucking screams from the feeling.

“ Fuck- Fuck Jason can’t breathe so big- “

He’s pretty sure his roommate is exaggerating but it's hard to tell with how red in the face he is. Jason struggles to right himself. Balls painfully tight against his body as desire and arousal rip through him.

“ So tight- how are you still so tight- “

Dick is sucking him in. His ass is loose enough to move but still tight enough to be pleasurable. He drags those thick hips toward him, bringing Dick up onto his lap. There’s a slight bulge in his stomach where the eggs rest inside. When his hand comes down on it Dick moans like a whore.

“ Fucking- slut- “

He doesn’t mean it but the words just come out. Gone is the sweet and friendly boy that makes himself available to listen to his problem. That tutors younger kids in math- that likes cooking while they sing show tunes.

All that’s left is a whore crazy and desperate for dick and Jason’s gonna give it to him.

He doesn't recognize the blissed-out expression. Dick’s mouth stuck in a silent scream. The crunch of those thick black eyebrows is adorable as he gets fucked out. Almost as if all he wants is to stay a good little cock sleeve for Jason to use.

It’s fucking with his head, turning him into a deviant. He shudders as hot gelatin melts around his cock. It’s so sticky and sloppy Jason is glad he put down a towel.

“ Fu...ck me. “

Dick’s voice is blown out. Jason isn’t surprised at all. Not with how loud he was screaming earlier. He presses his hip forward, cock twitching in that warm wet heat. Dick whines clearly over-stimulated. It’s so sexy that he can’t help groaning, low and deep.

He fucks Dick hard and fast. Every single inch of his thick cock spreads out the man’s ass. It’s so lewd and filthy. Every bump of Jason’s cock against the eggs sends Dick higher and higher to another orgasm. He’s never seen someone cum three times in a row before. Though the last time there had been barely a dribble.

The clench of Dick’s ass is going to make him cum. Which the man must notice because he starts begging and pleading with these little fucked out noises that make Jason stupid.

“ Fucking monster cock- Gonna get bred. “

Jason tries to kiss Dick but his mouth is too slack for anything more than them to rub their tongues together. Jason wipes his mouth, legs, thighs and back burning from exertion. The legs around his waist tighten, keeping him trapped in that warm wet clutch.

“ You like that baby? Like getting fucked out by this monster cock? Want me to fertilize your eggs. “

Dick straight up keens like a girl. So loud and wanting Jason’s see’s white. He fucks harder. The entire bed shakes with the action. The twin's frame bangs against the wall. The headboard is only half as loud as Jason’s hips smacking against Dick’s ass. Fuck his roommate is going to be sore tomorrow. Well, guess they won’t be making their English oral.

“ Fuck- Yes want it daddy want you to fertilize me- “

No shit fuck no god damn it-

Jason comes like a bottle rocket. His thrust lose pace. His body shudders as he breeds his roommate's ass like a stallion. Like a stud paid to fill up bitches like his own little cum dump. It feels like Dick comes too. His ass clenches as gelatin and cum squirts out around his dick.

There’s barely a drop from his cock. The gorgeous boy on his dick cumming dry.

Jason collapses. His vision is spotting, going from white, black and full-colour as he creams Dick. He’s pretty sure he sees God at some point. Dick holds him deep inside to make a mess of his ass.

The two of them gasp and gulp down air. Their bodies shut down from the intense session.

“rr..y me -”

Jason groans as Dick murmurs against his sweaty hair. The body underneath him was boneless. Shit, all kinds of shit are awakened in him now. How the hell is he going to ever have a relationship?

Dick tries talking again but breaks off into a dry chuckle.

Jason curses reaching for a water bottle off to the side. He’s too heavy to move but luckily he doesn’t have to go far. He brings the water to Dick’s lips and helps him drink slowly. Once Dick has gotten his share. Jason drains the rest of it.

Shit, he must have burned all of today's calories. Coach was going to kill him.

His eyes slid back to his roommate. He can’t believe the utter disaster the guy is in. He did that. He’s the one who made Dick such a mess.

“ What were you saying before Dickie? “

The boy groans, still against the sheets as he collects himself. Jason doesn’t even know how he’s still conscious after four orgasms.

“ -aid marry me. “

Jason's heart skips a beat like he’s five years old and not in college. He blinks down at the prettiest man he’s ever seen and suddenly feels restless, his cock twitches in interest but after that round, he’s sure he won’t be back up anytime soon.

He bites his lips, suddenly timid.

“ Yea? “

Dick smiles, eyes still closed. He was such an enigma. So beautiful, smart and lovely but somehow friends with Jason. If someone told him on his first day at Gotham university he’d be balls deep in the hottest guy in the school he would have punched them right in the face.

Now he’s just in awe.

“ Yea. “

Shit, he’s- fuck he doesn’t know what to say now. His face is in flames. Every part of him fidgets with nervous energy as his roommate rests. The quiet is more comfortable than awkward and Jason is thankful because otherwise, he’d say something stupid like- I love you.

Dick groans as he struggles to sit up. Ass wet and lush on Jason’s softening cock. He slides out of that delicious heat and finds himself missing it immediately. Dick looks like he’s been mauled. He was absolutely covered in cum, gelatin, lube and drool and Jason doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything more beautiful in his life.

Mischievous blue eyes glitter at him.

“ C’mon help me up so I can lay these eggs on you. “

Jason’s heart lurches out of his chest.

Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.