#Jason smokes them just to show he can

[haveihitanerve]

Cold take: Jason Todd smokes cigarettes because he’s the ‘bad boy’ ‘cool sibling’

Hot take: Jason Todd smokes cigarettes because Dick Grayson used to smoke them and even though he’s older now Dick is still his older brother and he’s cool so Jason still smokes them to prove himself to dick.

[spicy-apple-pie]

I want to rewrite Jason’s initial Red Hood arc soooo bad.

First off, Hood is brought on not as a villian but as a vigilante same as Batman. Only he comes in the a message. He declares that Batman is a coward and not fit to protect Gotham.

Batman tries to communicate with him to try and work something out, because so far Hood’s doing good work. So if he just can figure out Hood’s gripe with him, they could team up. Of course Jason says cryptic shit to get under Bruce’s skin. At one point Tim!Robin tries to talk to him, but this seems to strike a nerve. Hood pulls a gun on Robin and threatens him to leave or he will kill him. Tim isn’t even supposed to be talking to Hood alone so he leaves, not wanting to risk a fight.

Batman and Hood are tense around each other, but overall civil. Until Red Hood makes his first kill.

It was a CEO or some higher up in a company. He all but admitted to some terrible crime, but Bruce Wayne was attempting to get him life in prison before he was found dead in his cell. The kill was claimed by Red Hood and he criticizes Batman for allowing a guilty man to potentially be let off the hook via expensive lawyers.

This starts causing some friction between them and Batman starts really investigating Hood. Things are getting heated and more personal with Hood, as he’s started to alluding to knowing Batman’s secret identity. Eventually, it becomes obvious that Red Hood is Jason Todd.

Batman goes to confront him, but Jason decides to make it super dramatic because of course he does. And leads Bruce all around Gotham before settling on a warehouse. There, Joker is tied up, beaten to the brink of death, a bloody crowbar on the ground infront of him. Jason holds a gun to Jokers head, keeping Bruce at a safe distance.

Jason then preforms his monologue. About how he never blamed Bruce for his death, even in his last moments. But how he couldn’t understand how Bruce could let him live. He gestures to Joker. And he could never forgive Bruce for letting another Robin on the streets. Not after what happened to him.

Bruce tries to talk Jason down. At one point he says “come home, son.” Which enrages Jason. He immediately shoots the Joker point blank and turns the gun to Batman.

“Will you forgive me,” He asks, as Joker lies dead on the floor, “Now that you’ve seen your ‘son’ kill without a second thought, abandon your morals when it’s convenient for you? Or will you ship me off to Arkham? Bury me away like the rest of your problems?”

Bruce slowly starts walking forward. Jason’s finger immediately grips the trigger. “Don’t move or I shoot!” He tries to be intimidating, but his voice quivers.

Bruce only stops when the barrel of the gun is pressed to his chest. He knows Jason wouldn’t shoot him. Even if he does, Bruce would understand. Maybe he even deserves it. He slowly brings his hands up to Jason’s helmet. Jason is frozen in shock as Bruce pulls it off gently and drops it to the ground. He cups Jason’s face so gently, even with his thick gloves. He pulls off his own mask, revealing his eye’s brimming with tears. They seem older and more tired than Jason remembers.

“My boy…” Bruce cries. Probably the only tears Jason seen him cry.

And Jason wants nothing more than to fall into Bruce’s arms. Allow himself to be cradled, warm and safe in Bruce’s arms. It only lasts for a moment, until he remembers the hate he has for Bruce. And he hates himself for going soft for just that moment.

He pulls out a smoke bomb from his belt and disappears before Bruce’s very eyes.

Months go past and Hood is mostly quiet, except for the few prevented robberies. Bruce doesn’t actively seek out Jason, or maybe he does idk doesn’t matter just at one point, Jason kills someone and it turns out they were being framed. Bruce knew this and captures the actual suspect and gets him arrested. News spreads about Hood’s kill streak was soured by murdering an innocent man.

A few days later, Jason shows up in the manor. He looks like he hasn’t slept at all. Bruce doesn’t say anything as he pulls him into a hug. Jason cries into his shoulder.

Bruce doesn’t let go.

But tbh I haven’t thought super hard about this. The motivations need to be figured out more. I just kinda like the thought of Jason trying to be morally better than Bruce to teach him a lesson.

[fromdove]

SMELLS LIKE YOU'VE BEEN COPING ! jason todd x reader

“I am so high right now,”

— jason coming home to you high, mention of being high & weed, gn reader (but written with fem reader in mind) jason smokes weed (this is so real to me)!! stoner todd

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You smelled him before you saw him.

Smoke — bitter, herbal, laced with something earthy and sharp. Weed. The expensive kind he only used when he was actually physically hurting. It clung to him like it had crawled into every thread of his hoodie and kissed his skin on the way out.

The door clicked shut softly behind him, and he stepped inside like he wasn’t two hours later than he said he’d be. like he owned the place. Eyes heavy-lidded. Movements slow, deliberate, like he’d edited the speed of real life down to 75%.

Hood up. Hands in his pockets. Lazy in that way only he could be — like the world didn’t get to tell him how to carry his pain.

“Hey, baby,” he drawled, voice rough and low. “Miss me?”

Your arms crossed automatically. “You're high.”

Jason looked up. His eyes were bloodshot and half-lidded, the corner of his mouth tugged up like he was already amused.

“I’m walking, talking, and not bleeding out. I call that a win.”

You didn’t smile. “You said you weren’t going to.”

“I said I’d try not to. Then my ribs started screaming halfway through patrol, and weed doesn’t come with a side of addiction or a lecture from Alfred.”

You just stare.

He held up both hands. “My ribs hurt like hell. What do you want me to do, take a bubble bath and wish on a star?”

“I want you to stop setting your lungs on fire. I don't want your lungs looking like Gotham’s sewer system”

He raised an eyebrow and walked over, slow and unbothered. Everything about him moved on a delay when he was like this. That smug tilt to his mouth, that slouch in his shoulders — he was feeling himself tonight, high and warm and a little bullet sore.

He dropped down beside you, stretching his long legs out and throwing one arm lazily over the back of the couch.

“You worried about me, angel?”

“You reek like a dispensary. A cheap one.”

“Hey,” he said, mock-offended. “This was premium pain relief. Organic. Grown with love. Hand-rolled by yours truly. I’m basically a sommelier at this point.”

You leaned away slightly, nose wrinkled. "you reek."

He grinned, leaned down until his nose brushed your cheek. “Missed you too, angel.”

You pushed his chest. “Don’t act cute. You didn’t text. I thought something happened.”

Jason’s smile faltered. Not all the way — just enough to show the crack behind the grin. He leaned back and rubbed a hand over his face.

“Yeah,” he said, softer now. “I know. I’m sorry. Should’ve called.”

You looked at him — really looked. His jaw was tight. His hoodie was clean but wrinkled, like he’d put it on after changing out of something soaked in sweat or blood. His eyes had that gloss to them, but not in the way that made you worry. Just… dulled.

“I don’t get high to disappear,” he muttered. “I just… I hurt. It helps. Doesn’t mean I don’t hear your voice in my head about it.”

“Oh yeah?” You moved closer beside him, tucking your legs under you. “What’s my voice say?”

Jason smiled again — slower, this time. Almost real. “Says, ‘Jason Peter Todd, if you ruin your lungs I’m not pushing your wheelchair when you’re forty.’”

You snorted despite yourself. “Damn right.”

He reached over lazily, arm slung across your shoulders.

For a minute, neither of you spoke. His fingers played absently with the hem of your sleeve. His breathing slowed, deepened. He always got a little clingy when he smoked — mellow, touchy, like the armor cracked just enough for the softness underneath to breathe.

“C’mere,” he said, tugging you closer anyway. “Lemme love you while I still can feel my legs.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t resist. You moved even closer. He was warm. Always warm, even when he was being a pain in the ass. You pressed a kiss just beneath his eye.

“Come to bed,” you whispered. “You can hold me till it wears off.”

He sighed against your hair.

“I’d hold you even if it didn’t.”

[nikovraskol]

this is gonna be very long winded so apologies in advance!

I’ve noticed that the readers ages of 16, 18 and 21 feel more important since they’re like a checkpoint for important parts of their lives. 18 is when they butted heads with their family more often, 21 is when they died and 16, well that’s the age that the returned to.

what would it have been say at 16 they were on autopilot so they went to breakfast and Alfred (and by extension the rest of the family ) didn’t realise something was off about them until later?

what if they returned at 18 instead of 16 when their relationships were more volatile with the bat fam?

or heck maybe at 21 a month, week, day or hour before getting shot- say if they were able to contact the police beforehand or at least call Alfred for help if they were shot but the last timeline warned them enough that they avoided lethal wounds?

(bonus: Bruce or the others - I’d expect Jason to pop up from a seedy alley- finds them after being shot and on the verge of dying, but they’re saved just in the nick of time)

(bonus bonus: they get greedy and kidnap surprise adopt multiple different versions of reader and their batfams go nuts because they “went missing”)

GRR come over here and kiss me on my hot mouth i'm feeling romantical also i will carress you for picking up on the age thing.. like damn u actually read my shi

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at sixteen, if you were to go to breakfast and act on autopilot! then congrats! you'd be able to leave (for a month). it'd be difficult because bruce wouldn't check on you so you couldn't ask him for funds. but if you were to ask alfred maybeee he'd give it to you, so long as you don't say what it's for, of course.

so then, you're living happily, peacefully even. for two months, you live your life like a normal person! until one fateful evening when you're casually lounging about -- someone knocks on your door. weird, but okay.

you open the door, and there stands fucking batman and robin just. standing there.

"we're here to--"

you slam the door on their face. now, because you've acted on auto-pilot, they didn't interact with you in the same way they did in the og story, so you're understandably confuddled. because? why the FLIP is your estranged family at your door?

over the course of the next few days, strange events occur. you go to the diner down the road to get some food and red hood slides into your booth wordlessy. you're walking home after going to the store and nightwing literally APPEARS and offers to carry your groceries. your phone's battery is mysteriously depleting fast, flipping orphan and spoiler show up at your school, hanging around.

worst of all, no matter where you go -- there's that bat-shaped shadow following you. if you look up, you'll see the outline of his cowl, and if you lock eyes he will swoop in, to save you -- of course! so keep your head down, savour your freedom for as long as possible but don't ever get too comfortable.

at eighteen? ooh i feel like a fly mischeviously rubbing it's hands together.

twenty-one year old you waking up eighteen, well, dare i say, it's better than waking up sixteen.

eighteen you had preemptively distanced yourself from the family for you. you're a legal adult, so you can work -- and best of all? (you can smoke ciggerattes) you have actual friends.

up until your eighteenth birthday, your every waking thought was on how to be better, to get better -- so with you becoming a legal adult -- well you understood that there isn't much for you to do anymore, you began to focus less on yourself and more on you. despite that, there was still the nagging feeling heavy in your chest that you'll never be accepted, never be apart of them -- there was a part that yearned for that acceptance, however late it maybe.

so your sudden disinterest wasn't alarming, not really. until you've finally found a good place, in a nice area. you're packing your stuff casually when bruce walks into your room for the first time in fuuck knows how long (because alfred asked him to).

"where are you going?" he is flabbergasted, but keeps a cool expression on his face as you give him the most diabolic side glare ever.

"i'm... leaving?"

lmao, no you're not! all of a sudden this calm procedure turns into a whole thing. give bruce the name of your landlord, he wants to see if they're good -- in fact, he can buy the house off of them so you don't have to pay a thing!

dick and jason are literally scanning every part of your new apartment, top to bottom, every single thing.

"this is not safe, these windows don't even have locks." jason sighs, analysing your windows with such scrutiny it makes you uncomfortable.

"this chain is broken! tut, tut, you can't live here!" dick adds on, ignoring the fact that the chain on your door is fine and that one chip on it won't get you killed.

tim begins to talk to you about finances, but he overexplains it using words you can't even begin to comprehend -- you're pretty sure he's doing it on purpose, what with the smug grin on his face.

"didn't bruce buy the building?" you ask, your eyes narrowed as you watch him scribble down numbers and whatnot.

"..no comment."

while those buffoons are doing that, you're being pressured by damian to stay.

"why must you leave? to live in a crappy old shack? just stay in the manor, it's safer for you." he's literally DOWN your neck with these types of comments. meanwhile, you're reeling 'cause what the fuck is going on?!

whether you give in or not is up to you -- just know, you will one way or another return to the manor.

as for the last one, let's say you get transported back five minutes before getting shock. which pisses you off 'cause what're you supposed to do in five minutes!?

nonetheless, you manage to get away with being shot once instead of five times, so you have enough energy to limp away -- and then you bump into red hood.

oh damn, oh damn, wow, so he's going to shoot you to -- or that's what you think, what you don't expect is for him to pick you up and literally shoot your offenders.

wow, okay.

you get taken back to the manor and you're literally reeling as they fuss over you, "how could you be out so late!?" this or "why do you need a job!?" that.

it's a shortcut to being locked in the manor, they take care of you like you're incapable, dick spoonfeeding you despite your protests, tim sitting silently besides you which makes you stress because he's so unnerving, cass hovering around you -- bringing you everything you need, sometimes you don't even realise you need it until she brings you a glass of water because you 'looked thirsty' (???).

this isn't just restricted to when you're recovering. you nearly died because of their negligence! so they pay extra attention to you, just so you don't get any silly ideas about walking gotham alone at night. honestly? what were you thinking, it's a good thing they're here to protect you.

(also side note ; the idea of jason being NEAR (name) when they died, but not knowing is so eghsudg to me, like he'll learn about where they died after finding the crime scene and he falls into a pit of despair because if he had taken the right route, if he had followed his instincts, he could have saved you.)

as for the last, last one. let's say you're a random variant of (name) from another universe and you've gotten transported without knowing it, you walk home morosely.

as you open the door, you are greeted with countless different versions of you -- all of them wearing the same expression of confusion. you don't know how to react when dick spots you and shouts, "we got another one"

guys if u sent an ask or request I WILL get them done.. i'm just being a lazy bum, thank u for the kind words tho everyone <3

[ichorai]

chiropterology — pinnochio.

drabble synopsis ; bruce wayne prepares to attend a gala alone. warnings ; sexually suggestive, some kisses :0

series masterlist.

You tossed Bruce’s silver cufflinks from one hand to another, watching him get dressed from the bed, lips curled into a coy grin. Bruce’s hair was slightly damp from the shower, but was quick to dry after a quick pass with a blow dryer and a swift comb through. His fingers deftly buttoned up the ironed dress shirt as his eyes met the reflection of your provocative, sultry gaze through the mirror. If there wasn’t a gala to attend in half an hour, Bruce would’ve been crawling over you again in an instant. Self restraint was, however, something he prided himself on.

Though, it was getting increasingly difficult to hold himself back when you slid out of the bed in all your naked glory, a light sheen of sweat still glossed over your skin from your prior… activities. You sidled up behind him, kissed his shoulder, and took one of his calloused hands to drop the cufflinks into them. 

“Close your mouth,” you whispered with a laugh. “This is your fault, you know. I would’ve been happy to join you for tonight’s gala.”

Bruce sighed. “I love you, but I’ll be avoiding bringing you to public events for the foreseeable future.”

“I don’t know what could possibly lead you to that decision,” you said, feigning innocence and batting your lashes at him in an exaggerated manner. Bruce scoffed at that.

“The people attending fundraising galas are not your lab rats to test your Pinocchio Serum.” Though Bruce was practically scolding you, his eyes were still soft and playful, despite his exasperated tone.

You held up a finger. “Mm, au contraire—everyone who attends galas are rich, and have plenty of disposable money to get reconstructive facial surgery—”

Bruce groaned out your name, face palming.

“—and their noses only grew if they lied! It’s not my fault every single one of them felt the need to lie about the sizes of their pools, or the number of companies they owned, or how badly they wanted to visit their estranged kids in Bulgaria, or—”

As you ranted about the groundbreaking outcomes of your experiment that he so clearly was not appreciating, he crossed the room to take a silken robe and drape it over your form, tying the soft sash over your hips with a faint blush. If he was going to listen to you talk about your science, he would prefer it if you didn’t do it naked. He had places to be in a few minutes after all.

“I can take you to the next gala. Just promise me—no serums.”

You thought about his offer for a second. “Fine.”

Bruce arched a brow. “No rays, no pills, no buzzers, none of your experiments.”

“Then what’s the point of going in the first place?” you lamented, tossing your hands up in the air. “It’s no wonder none of the kids want to go with you.”

“Hn. It’s more the opposite,” Bruce objected. “It’s best for everyone if the kids don’t attend galas with me anymore.”

Damian was very close to murdering an old woman with a butter knife for pinching his cheeks, and Jason wasn’t any better—he ended up in a screaming match with a high-profile politician. Tim was so sleep-deprived the last time he was forced to go to a gala that he passed out into a plate of mashed potatoes while a senator was speaking to him about some sort of tax law. Cassandra escaped onto the rooftop after two seconds of socializing, and Dick ended up swinging on a crystal chandelier the last time he attended one. You were so proud of all of them.

“You could ask Alfred?” you suggested.

With a sulky huff, Bruce said, “Alfred said I don’t pay him nearly enough for that.”

“Woe is you,” you snorted, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Well, have fun at the gala, hon. I’m taking a shower, then checking up on Duke and Damian, and then I promised Tim we’d start a new show together. Oh, and let me know if you need a quick escape! I’ve been testing out a new kind of smoke bomb that releases—”

“I’m sure it won’t come to that,” Bruce reassured. Every day of his life he found himself grateful you weren’t a supervillain. With a hum, he swept you into his arms and caught your lips in a passionate kiss, effectively shutting you up before you could insist on him trying out the smoke bombs. It was near painful when he forced himself to pull away, relishing the way you chased after his lips just a little. “You’re too much for me, woman,” he grumbled, as if it were your fault that he had to leave.

“You’re the one who put a ring on it,” you retorted, before giving him a light shove towards the door. “Now go! Alfred’s probably been waiting to see you off for ages now!”

[mistymisfit]

How they met

summary: When Poison Ivy takes Gotham's central park hostage reader gets stuck with Red Hood and accidentally saves him.

warnings: mentions of reader being shorter than Jason, reader uses glasses, mentions of reader wearing a skirt, smoking, and this.

wc: 3,8k

It was just a matter of time of living in Gotham until you got stuck on a situation like this. You have to have the worst luck in the city because, on the day you finally give in and agree to dog-sit for a friend, Poison Ivy decides to show up when you take her on a walk. Of course, the dog was no idiot and ran away a while ago at the first sight of danger, so now you were stuck here in Gotham's central park. You have to admit you're not as scared as you should be, however you were getting mildly annoyed at hanging upside down with a vine holding you by your ankles. At least you could be glad it wasn't the joker.

It was a common topic of conversations late at night with your friends when you seem to run out of things to discuss, debating which Gotham rouge attack you could survive as a hostage. This topic was only second to "Which vigilante would you rather have to save you?", that one allowed for more rambling over who you thought was hottest. Still, no pointless drunk debate could prepare you for when it actually happened.

"Hey, excuse me, miss" You said when you watched her walk past and she stopped almost amused that you'd dare to speak to her "I understand that you're part plant, right?"

"That'd be correct" She paid close attention to you, she was intrigued by the fact that the effects of her "sleeping pollen" worn off fast unlike the other hostages next to you. You were supposed to be passed out for around 5 hours more, after all her pheromones never failed.

"Yeah, so, the rest of us are human" You tried to be as polite as you could so she wouldn't crush you to death "So could you please put us down, I'm getting a headache from having my head upside down"

She didn't say anything but agreed, the vines gently leaving you and the others on the grass before quickly wrapping you again. As you felt less and less dizzy, you could pay more attention to your surroundings. The concrete trail was shattered, plants breaking it from growing over it, the closest bench was split in half, and a water fountain was removed from the ground, water leaking from where it used to be. Though your vision is blurry since you lost your glasses from hanging upside down, you can still tell that next to you were the mother and daughter you saw seconds before it all went down. The mother chased after her daughter, demanding her to not go that far away from her. Then your friend's dog, the king Charles spaniel you only agreed to take care of because she was cute, ran away and you went after her. Next thing you know, a vine wraps around you and you're hanging from your ankles, no dog in sight. When did all of this happen? And how in broad daylight?

You heard a cracking noise and thought, "oh, no, were those my glasses?". Your head turned to see ruthless vigilante Red Hood picking up your glasses from the floor, or at least you think that is what he's picking up. It sounded much like broken glass. He could tell by the disappointment on your face that they were yours, so he quickly moved in silence getting closer to you.

"Sorry" He whispered, cleaning them up a little bit with against his red vest. He gently put them back on your face, and you nearly blushed at his hands brushing against your face.

"It's okay," You lied. You couldn't be mad at him for it, but you could dwell on how expensive it would be to fix them.

"I'll get you out of here." He promised, his voice was still low, not knowing if she was close enough to hear him. He started cutting through the vines to set you free.

"Sure" If you could've shrugged, you would have.

"Sure?" He repeated, offended. He wasn't expecting you to be overcome by joy by seeing him there, he's realistic, but you could show more gratitude. Even if he crushed your glasses.

"Or you could leave me here to die," You deadpanned, you must've been in this city for too long if this wasn't fazing you "so I don't have to turn in that essay on Monday"

"I won't," He quips back, finally breaking through and helping you throw the plants from you.

"Well, at least you're not a cop"

"Good to know I'm a step above them" He was beginning to wonder when was the last time he met a hostage so talkative as he worked cutting the vines that held the little girl captive. She lumped forward, still unconscious as you caught her, holding her until he could free her mom.

"Several steps, really" You corrected "You won't remember them, but you rescued my neighbors' daughter after she went missing for four months"

"Who? Zoey?" You were both surprised, you over the fact that he could recall her name, and him that you knew that. Those kinds of stories never made the news, or if they did, they never mentioned him if it was going to paint him in a good light. "How's she doing?"

"Yeah, she's better now"

Once he managed to cut through the last vine, he picked her up like it was nothing. You looked away trying to push down how attractive you found that. He guided you, signaling to stay quiet on what you hoped would be a way out of the dome she had created. And just when you thought you're out of trouble, a plant wrapped once more around your leg, dragging you and Red Hood back in. As twigs and being dragged through the floor scratched your arms and your face, you couldn't help but think, Why me? and that at least in that rough motion you dropped the girl, and the paramedics running your way would take her and the other woman.

This time, she was not as merciful, a thicker and stronger vine entrapped you both together with your back pressed against his chest. He tried putting his arms in front of you to stop the vine from getting tighter around you, but you're quicker than him in realizing what could happen.

"Stop, stop," you swatted his forearm lightly to get his attention; "it'll break your arms"

You were surprised to see him listen, and he put his arms back to his sides. You could tell he was trying to be as respectful as he could in this situation, trying to avoid touching you even if your butt was pressed impossibly close to him.

"Hood?" You asked nervously, feeling something pressed against you. "That is a gun, right?"

"I'm flattered, sweetheart." He chuckled, "It's a 9 millimeter, but don't worry safety's on"

"Uh-huh" You acknowledged his response, more worried about not panicking at the thought of being squeezed to death. It didn't occur to you earlier that you might die today. Well, it did, you just didn't have to accept it until then. In your desperation you tried wriggling your arms out, at least to get some room to breathe. The binding plant was right above your waist, constricting your lungs.

"Stop squirming like that."

"Sorry, I-"You gasped, on the verge of tears "god, what if I die? My friends won't have anything to say at my funeral"

"Hey, take a deep breath." You felt his hands on your hips, his thumb gently tracing circles on your back as the rest of his hand kept you in place, grounding you. It was comforting; he was trying to make you feel better, and you appreciated the thought. He leaned down his head until his forehead rested on top of your head "You are not dying, okay?"

"Okay," you repeated, your voice weak but less panicked.

"Besides, if we're having a bad funeral competition, I'd beat you for sure" He joked, trying to distract you "What were you doing here?"

"I uhm, I was walking my friend's dog, she's out of town for her sister's wedding"

"What's it called?"

"Anne Boneyn" Your response was met with a full belly laugh from him, it's almost contagious as you had to push your lips together and hold back a smile to avoid joining him.

"I'm sorry, whose idea was it?"

"Mine," you blushed, "only because she named my cat Joan D'cat"

He laughed again, and if you weren't scared for your life, you wouldn't have known how to feel about him so close to you.

"Wait until you hear about my other friend's turtle, Mary Shelley" You added inciting his laugh once more. It was a bit of a contradiction to see a man you know for a fact has killed many people before laughing this much over bad puns, but you felt flustered and a little proud that you were able to do that.

"I'll tell you something; when we get out of this, I'll help you find Anne, hopefully with her head still attached," He offered.

"Hey" You laughed "that's not helping "

As your laughs died down and you were reminded of his hands still on you, you started to wonder if Red Hood was single, you'd kill him if he was your boyfriend and found out he had a moment like this with another girl. You have to stop yourself from getting even more delusional, this was probably a random Thursday for him, and you had no reason to feel bad or even jealous of an hypothetical girlfriend. You brushed off how he made you feel, attributing it to either the adrenaline of the moment or the fact that he's quite attractive and you haven't had any contact with a guy in a while. You really couldn't help but grow a little crush on him when he's so reassuring, telling you that you'll be okay

Then you hear steps, both of you suddenly going quiet. You could see some plants moving, but not her or any other vigilante, though the latter would surprise you more since you heard Red Hood usually works on his own, and you've seen a few news articles of him and Batman beating the shit out of each other.

"We're far from Crime Alley, Red Hood" You could finally make out where she was through a cracked lens, was she always that green? or was her skin changing?

"I just happened to be in the neighborhood" He replied before whispering:"Try to distract her"

She made a face of what you could only describe as disdain, and she was about to leave when he nudged you to get her attention. If you could turn back, you would've shoot him an exasperated "what the fuck do you want me to do?" look. You grunted from the vine getting tighter and decided to do as he said.

"Can I ask you something?" You rolled your eyes at what you said, anyone with a quick wit would've told you that you already had. "Why the whole display of power in the middle of the city?"

"Why?"

"Yeah, don't get me wrong, I agree with the whole men are killing the planet thing" You took a deep breath and she noticed, loosening a bit the vines so you could talk "But why the park? It's the only place people in this city get to see some green... besides the botanical gardens, but we are right next to them."

"Are you saying I'm wrong?"

"No I-uhm, I'm just saying you got the target wrong" You quickly added before you made it worse "You know it's not the average person that's killing nature?"

"It's men's greed that is killing the planet"

"Still, in a shorter run, you'll get better results if you aim higher," You reasoned "You should go after the factory outside the city that's been polluting the water, or the biggest oil company you can find, or-"

"Hm," You were both surprised to see her actually think about it "I suppose I could try"

What? You were just rambling, trying to buy time for whatever plan Red Hood's got. You were not expecting her to take your suggestions seriously, and neither was him when he whispered a "what the fuck?" under his breath. Once she starts walking away and turns your back to you two you quickly move your head, shooting him a look that asks the very same question he had.

"And don't even try following me," she warned, you knew that was for the vigilante behind you. You were not going anywhere that isn't your own bedroom after this "my plants will let you go in half an hour"

You were at a loss for what to do for all that time stuck there, hopefully you could free yourselves faster. Though you wouldn't mind spending the time with him. You mentally scolded yourself for thinking like that, you needed to stop being so delusional. Lucky for you, he did have a plan, so as soon as the grip lessened up, he was able to get his arms out and cut off the vines.

"Are you going after her?"

"Nah, sounds more like the bat's problem to me" He shrugged, " 'sides I promised to help you find Anne"

He kept up that promise, he helped you call out and look for your friend's dog until you found her—alive and with her head still on her neck. You figured it took you around the same time you would've been trapped had he not cut you off earlier. Saying goodbye to him was surprisingly awkward, as if he didn't want to leave either. At least until he noticed a few police officers, then he really made a run for it, but not without waving as he left.

He nagged himself for that, letting his guard down that fast when a pretty girl was nice to him. Then reprimanded himself even more when the urge to find you got too intense and ended up investigating you. And felt equal parts, bad for watching you and relieved to find out you didn't have a boyfriend. Told himself it was for your safety when he made sure you got home safe late at night, and convinced himself he was doing you a favor when he fed your cat on the balcony when you were out or sleeping.

"Fuck," Is all that left your lips when he fell on the floor. Where did he even come from? You were looking at the city lights, distracted, when you heard someone stumbling and grunting.

When you turned to see the very same vigilante who you met a few weeks ago, saying you were shocked fell short. It's rare that you ran into him once, but twice? That's got to be luck-- or its opposite. His muzzle was shattered, God knows where the rest of the pieces fell, he was also covered in blood and holding his side as he tried to sit up. You managed to move amidst the initial surprise, and leave your cigarette on the ashtray to help him up.

"Hey, are you okay?" You asked, guiding his back to rest against the wall.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine," He repeated, as if he was not only trying to convince you but also himself, "It isn't my blood"

"You sure?" The way your hands lingered on his form did not go unnoticed, not that he minded at all.

"I'm just bruised," He explained before looking up. Of course, he'd end up at your building, and just by chance, you happened to hang out on your rooftop. "It's you again"

"Yeah, It's me" You held back a smile, he remembers you? You'd thought by now your face would've phased out of his memories, mixed along with the other people he must have helped.

"What are you doing here?"

"I live here-"You rolled your eyes, avoiding the real reason to be at a rooftop at 4 am. You could tell his eyes lingered on yours even under the mask before he looked up and saw the ashtray on the ledge. With renewed energy he got up, still using the wall to help himself. "Wait!"

He raised an eyebrow, and before he could make any witty comment, you beat him to it.

"I only do it when I'm stressed, okay? Not that I owe you any explanation"

"I get it," He sighed, reaching out for the pack and getting one out of the little box "You mind?"

You shook your head no, handing him your lighter. You watched him drop the broken muzzle and take the first drag with so much attention you had to tell yourself to stop being so awkward. You flicked the ashes off your own before your eyes went back to him. Jesus, what a fucking jawline, and now you couldn't stop looking at his lips. He was going to think you were weird if he caught you staring like this, or at least you thought that. Not that you would know he had been looking out for you since you met. From a distance, of course.

"I didn't get your name last time" He knew your name, you knew a guy with his resources probably already knew the answer. But you indulged him, saying your name out loud for him, "that's pretty"

"Thanks"

"So what's got you stressed out enough to be smoking this late," He said your name. You liked the way it sounds coming from his voice; he liked the way it rolls off his tongue so easily.

"Had the worst night out, ever" Now it was your turn to sigh, leaning in to rest your arms on the ledge. He was eyeing your outfit now, an oversized hoodie clearly thrown over a going out outfit, black tights and heavy boots visible under it. And if you leaned forward just a little bit, he could see a bit of the miniskirt your hoodie was hiding. "You?"

"I've had worse, had better" He shrugged, intentionally giving you a vague answer. He wasn't going to tell you about his activities, no normal person wants to hear about that much violence.

"Really?" You raised an eyebrow, your tone was playful, and he knew you were about to tease him "You seem pretty fucked to me, or should I have seen the other guy?"

"Hey, I've got no open wounds tonight" He smirked and you wanted to scream, why was that so fucking attractive? "I'm counting that as a win"

You let out a chuckle, and you just missed the way his lips curved up in a smile when you left the cigarette butt on the tray. His eyes followed your movement, looking at the lipstick-stained cigarette for a few seconds before returning his focus to you.

"Were you born here?" He asked

"Nope, I moved a couple of years ago for college"

"How's that going?"

"I'm getting my masters now" You shook your head, looking up at him before continuing "What about you? Are you a full fledged Gothamite?"

"Loud and proud" He joked, getting you to laugh loudly.

"Of course you are, I can't imagine getting a costume and going out to fight criminals every night" You teased.

"Hey!" He tried to sound offended at your remark, but he couldn't hide the smile he was fighting against, so he opted for changing the subject "I'm sorry, what did you say you were studying?"

With that, he got you to tell him about your masters, how you got into that field, and what you liked the most.  You also got him to talk a bit about himself, even if he was not willing to give you that much information. Both to protect his identity and not to scare off the first girl he's had a crush on in a while. You both steered closer and closer to the other as you talked, close enough you could smell the intoxicating mix of gunpowder, sweat, and whatever cologne he used.

"Can I be nosy for a second?" You bit your lip at the risky question you were about to ask. He just nodded, his hands itching to touch you again, to wrap around your hips like they did last time he saw you. "What's the deal with you and Batman?"

"What deal? There's no deal" He brushed it off, he was about to take a step back when you stopped him. Pulling him in by grabbing his clothes, an eyebrow raised and a "do you think I'm stupid?" expression. "We don't get along, 's all"

"Really?" You knew you were pushing your luck.

"He hates me, I hate him" He explained, hoping to put your growing curiosity to rest.

"In my opinion," Your voice was soothing, and so was your hand on his chest. He didn't know how long it had been since he was touched like that; "hate like that can only be born out of someone you loved"

"He thinks I'm bad, they all do" You noticed how weak and sad his tone turned.

"I don't think you're bad, if it's worth anything"

He moved one hand up to cup your cheek, and he stared at you tenderly for a moment. It happened fast, his lips crashed onto yours in a second. You hummed, tasting the left over taste of the smoke, stood on your tip toes, hands fisting at his clothes to maintain some balance as he leans down too. His other hand rested on your back, but not too low trying not to push his luck with you.  And he kissed you like he had something to prove, whether it was to you or himself you were not so sure of. What you were sure of was how warm he felt, your body pushed up against his in the cold, windy night. It felt like a consolation prize after such a terrible night.

And he wanted to tell you that he wished he was a normal person, that he had a normal life, and he could date you without it meaning a death sentence to you. But all it comes out is; "I wish I never met you"

"Excuse me?" You gasped, pushing him off "What a weird fucking thing to say after kissing someone"

"No—I mean" He sighed, hands cupping your face once again. You just couldn't resist that. "You're pretty, and funny, you should be kissing someone normal"

"I think I can make that decision for myself"

"I should go" He let go of you, and you grew colder by the second, already missing him before he left.

"Wait," You tugged on the hood hanging on his back. He turned back to see you, anything to make the moment last more. "I usually come up here on Fridays, in case you need to talk to someone"

He just gave you a court nod before jumping off, and you could only stand there and think about what just happened. Despite his better reasoning, he found himself swinging by your rooftop that Friday, and the one after, and all the next ones for the foreseeable future.

a/n: I mentioned in my birthday drabble that poison ivy called reader "her favorite hostage" and this is why, so technically part of the birthday-verse?

[55sturn]

✮ RUNNING INTO EX!CHRIS STURNIOLO AT A PARTY

inspired by + creds to: everyone that has written the ex!triplet au!

disclaimers: swearing, angst, mentions of drugs + alcohol, allusions of cheating [ no cheating ever happened ], chris is so in love with reader

you didn’t wanna be here in some dingy kitchen, complete with a slightly (severely) outdated interior, mismatched furniture in heinous colours that didn’t pair well, tacky printed wallpaper that mirrored the weird carpeting from the hotel in the shining, every surface in the house sticky with various spilt liquids, crushed cans and solo cups crunching beneath the platform of your doc martens with every step you took, and drug paraphernalia laying around everywhere you looked. you could even spot the cocaine straws and leftover residue of the white powder on the brown countertops. truthfully, in hindsight, it was not the best setting for two kids that just got scouted and eventually contracted for some of the best college hockey teams in the state.

but still, you plastered a smile on your face and showed up, for matt and chris, despite that you and chris had broken up a couple months ago. you know and witnessed firsthand how hard they worked to get this far in their hockey careers. and this party was being thrown to celebrate and commemorate their shared dreams coming to fruition.

the air was thick with weed and cigarette smoke as you made your way through the house, your eyes and throat burning with each blink and breath. the smell of skunky ass weed alone could give anyone in attendance the worst case of cotton mouth. you fought the urge to gag at the sight of couples and people who were obviously seeing one another shotgunning smoke into each other’s mouths or even just straight up swapping spit and dry humping one another.

you knew you were being a hypocrite and a bit condescending, considering that you were in those girls’ places less than six months ago. you and chris constantly put on a heavy show of pda, not caring who was around. but as you kept pushing through the crowd of people, your best friend stopped in her tracks, turning to face you so fast you’re shocked she doesn’t get whiplash.

“chris is head of the drink table tonight.” she hums right against the shell of your ear, and you’re quick to stiffen. this is the first time you’re going to see him since the breakup, and it’s not going to be easy considering how harsh the breakup was.

“fuck, i need a drink.” you groan, trying to come up with some way to get a drink without your ex seeing you.

“i’ll get a drink for you, wait here.” she smiles, turning and walking away just as fast as before, and you didn’t even have a chance to tell her that when chris is head of the drink table, he’s quick to limit a person.

you wandered aimlessly around the equally dingy living room, the soft LED lights making your head throb slightly, and you swore could feel the thump of the bass bumping in your blood stream. you knew you needed a drink if you were going to tolerate this any longer, so you took a deep breath before turning around and pushing toward the drink table. you felt your hands begin to tremble as you got closer to seeing chris with each step. you weren’t ready, and you didn’t think you were ever going to be. the fight had been a clash of angry words and deep cutting insults thrown at one another, most of them directed at you.

you stand on the side of the drink table, opposite of chris as he talked to one his buddies, contemplating turning around and pretending you were never there, but his friend taps him on the shoulder and nods toward you, and before you could leave, chris turns around, his eyes meeting yours for a brief second before looking away, only for him to look at you again.

“yo jason grab me a fruit punch truly.” chris calls over his shoulder, and the fact that he stills know what your go to drink has your stomach churning with nostalgia and something a bit more heartbreaking.

you’re quick to take the drink from him and walk away, but he’s quicker, much quicker to tap his friend into their shift and tag along after you, he’s one step ahead of you figuratively, always has been, it’s almost as if he could tell what you were thinking before the thought fully formed in your mind. and he’s quick to catch up to you, to gently grab your arm, pulling you back to face him.

“can we talk?” the words slip out of his mouth before he can even really think about them, and your body goes rigid as you look at him, the question you wanted to avoid had finally settled into the air, thick as the smoke that hung amidst the crowd of partygoers. and you go against your internal wishes as you nod, walking behind him as he pulls you to one of the bathrooms on the top floor, and you don’t question him as he sits on the counter across from the wall you’re leaning against partially to respect his space, mostly because his cologne is intoxicating and you fear that if you sit next to him, you’ll make rash decisions that wouldn’t be fair to either if you.

after a pregnant pause coupled with him watching your face intently, he hums a simple question that hurts more than it should.

“how ya been kid?”

“i’ve been okay, just trying to push through the rest of the semester, you?” you whisper, scared to break the rather agonizing and bittersweet tenderness that clings to the atmosphere.

“i’ve been, well, if i’m being honest, i’ve been a wreck. i miss you, y/n. more than i know i should given what led to us fighting and breaking up, but i don’t want to lie to you. but it’s fuckin’ with my head, you fuck with my head.” he sighs, fiddling with the silver bracelet dangling off his wrist.

“what do you mean?”

“i’ve been benched more these last few weeks than i have in my entire life playing sports, i’ve gotten enough penalties to be threatened with suspension because i’m angry and i hurt every day and i just want to believe that this is just some fucked up dream and that it’ll finally end and i���ll wake up next to you, but it’s like i’m stuck in a loop that started the day you walked out.”

“you mean the day you told me that i’m too much for you? the day you said that you could get with any girl you want, that you almost cheated on me?” you spit, not meaning to sound so angry, but the fact of the matter is, his words killed you. they hung over you like a dark grey cloud, repeating on an infinite loop in the depths of your mind every time you doubted yourself.

“yes. and i regret those words every single second. i’m not trying to justify it, but i could feel myself cracking under the pressure from my coach, under the self inflicted pressure of wanting to prove myself to you, to prove i was still worthy of your love. i wish i had asked for space that night, it would’ve given me a chance to take a deep breath and collect my thoughts instead of spewing hateful lies your way.” he murmurs, his eyes glossing over with tears as you watch him, your own eyes stinging ever so slightly.

“chris-“

“i don’t want to be one of those pathetic guys that begs a girl for another chance after doggin’ on them but god kid, i am so in love with you, you’re the girl i wanna marry, and if i don’t sit here and beg for one more chance, i’ll hate myself until the end of time. i don’t want us to end because i fucked up when i should’ve just taken a step back, i want us to end together, in rocking chairs on our deck when we’re eighty, with grey hair and wrinkly skin.” he pleads, climbing off the counter and dropping to his knees in front of you, his arms wrapping around your hips as he presses his forehead to your stomach, and as mad as you were and as much as his words hurt, the idea of not being able to love chris or feel his love again hurt just that tiny bit more.

the idea hurt enough to make you drop down to his level, your hands cradling his face as you promise him one more chance, but on the condition that he starts communicating with you, because you don’t want to lose him permanently to something that could’ve been so easily resolved, but you also don’t want to go through another night of hearing such painful insults thrown at you by the person that’s meant to love and cherish you. so you let him in again, because you love him, and you know him, you know his heart. because sometimes loving someone, means giving them another chance to prove themselves, it means forgiving their mistakes but not excusing them, and giving them an opportunity to heal and grow from them.

[darkleysgarden]

"Jason was the violent Robin!" Uhhhh, no!

Jason was different than every single other Robin for one huge reason. He didn't choose to be Robin. Obviously, he jumped at the opportunity. But, it wasn't the same as Stephanie already being a vigilante or Dick being set on revenge or Tim who just straight up begged for the mantle. Jason wasn't like that, he was asked.

Jason was a street rat who had recently watched his mother die because of her drug addiction, his father was a criminal who skipped (and he later found out had died because of that field of work).

And what Bruce saw was potential where Jason saw an opportunity to have someone to care for him. Jason gained this father figure, becoming the first child Bruce adopted.

And Jason was overjoyed. He was happy. More than any other Batman-Robin duo, they were father and son. Jason quickly started referring to Bruce as his father, Bruce calling Jason son. To the degree that they even used those titles when working as Batman and Robin.

So, Jason was an extremely happy Robin. But, that isn't the extent of it. Jason's childhood never really left him. His whole life he had to fight to live. Survival of the fittest. And if someone moves to hurt him, or anyone who can't protect themselves. He sees reason to become the fittest. To become a fighter that eliminates anyone praying on the weaker. Because he was once the weaker.

And that's where the Felipe storyline comes in. Felipe was a r*pist and Jason wanted justice for the women he had hurt. And this is the spot where people say they can see the signs. The signs that Jason would become a killer of killers. Bruce told Jason not to go after Felipe alone. He did anyway. And Bruce went after him. He saw Felipe fall off a balcony, dying upon impact. But, then, he saw Jason on that same balcony. Making Bruce wonder if he really fell, or if Jason had pushed him. Bruce knew they had different views. Bruce thought people could be scared into not acting again. Yet, Jason thought, "What about the ones who aren't afraid?"

Jason says little to defend himself. Just saying he must have spooked Felipe, causing him to fall. We never find out if that's the truth.

Bruce now worries that maybe Jason's past wouldn't allow him to become a Robin he could have at his side. Jason was forced to take a break from being Robin.

During his break, Jason returned to his old neighborhood in Crime Alley. A friend of his deceased mother stops him and explains that she had saved some of his important documents and photos for him. Jason took the box of belongings back home and went through them. A lot of it had been damaged by water. Including his birth certificate. As smudged as it was, he was able to realize that his mother was not his biological mother. After some detective work, he narrowed it down to three women that could most likely be his mom.

Now here's where I hate it when he is portrayed as reckless. When Jason ventures to the Middle East to try and find his mom, he and Bruce check in with each other many times. And Bruce was in the area too, searching for the Joker.

He finds his mother, Sheila, in Ethiopia. They get along well. Bruce was even there for their meeting. And when Bruce needs to return to Batman work, he leaves the two to catch up.

It's unfair when Jason is portrayed as reckless in this moment too. He didn't go after the Joker on his own. He talks with his mom instead. Assuming she would become a permanent part of his life, he confesses that he is Robin. It's then that Sheila admits something too. She had been working for Joker. The Joker shows up and near instantly he starts to beat Jason with a crowbar. Sheila turns around and smokes a cigarette.

When Jason is on the brink of death, Joker stops. And says he can leave no witnesses. He ties Sheila up and sets a bomb. Then Joker leaves them alone. And with the last bit of life in him, Jason struggles to free Sheila from her binds. Sheila attempts to get the door open to save the both of them, but she is too late. They both died from the explosion.

So, this is to say. I do think calling Jason the 'happy Robin' is far more accurate than the 'violent Robin.' And I think that because, as you can see, he was never really unnecessarily violent or reckless. And it should be recognized that even the more violent acts, like Felipe allegedly, were not premeditated or extremely out there. Jason didn't want to hurt people just to hurt them. In his eyes, he saw it less as hurting this one person, and more as protecting many. That will stick with him. Yet, it becomes much more prominent after his death with the trauma and such. However, entire new can of worms.

It's also important to see scenes like this, where Jason encourages Bruce not to kill Joker. As Robin, Jason never set out to kill. That came much later. And even later, he sticks to morals.

Also, listen to him!!! Modern DC content, please stop pretending Sheila wasn't there and just making Jason go after Joker on his own. You're messing up the story.

Jason always saw the world differently than Bruce. Yet, he hardly acted on it until he was shown just how cruel the world really is. When he became the weaker that needed to be protected, and wasn't. And now, as an antihero, his goal is to stop anyone else from ending up in his situation, even if it takes killing those at the top. Trolley problem. Killing one may save thousands.

[the-maid-of-witchwood]

My good friend, gimme your Steph and her ships headcanons

But of course!

Solo headcanons:

Steph was a hidden pregnancy, nobody knew she was there until her mom (Georgina) went into labour - her parents didn’t want children

Becky was one of her first nannies but only lasted a couple months as Solomon found her really soft and annoying, so as soon as Georgina died, she was fired

She and Grace first met as babies but neither of them know it

Steph was a pretty spoiled child

Shop is her favourite class and the only one she’s consistently getting good marks/attendance for

Mr. Houston is her favourite teacher

Is part of the Smoke Club but isn’t frequently there as much these days

Had a very big Heathers phase, still kinda does

She also had a Hunger Games phase before that and got really into archery, took up classes. Her aim is extraordinarily sharp

She’s actually really athletic and good at a handful of sports, she just doesn’t really bother in school anymore

She is a really avid music listener but cannot read sheet music or play instruments for shit

Really into rock specifically

The online girlie™

Loves horror - films, TV shows, games - and has always been really invested in creepypasta

May or may not have told some scary stories to the Monroe boys’ at the country club and scared them shitless

Seriously, if Steph was in charge of the prank, she could have given Max a heart attack

Is actually really good at debate because her father made her take classes and she gets plenty of practice when getting involved in internet drama

Clearly wins a lot of arguments against him now that she’s older, which gives her the power and cockiness to just wave away his influence and orders (until he gets at her phone of course)

She also is really good at politics

She’s actually really close with Jason and Kyle - childhood friends, basically her older brothers

Cheats at games

Is the “Dakota” in their group’s DND (see StarKid Rolls the Dice)

She’s dyslexic

Was diagnosed late in high school as Solomon was convinced she was just stupid and making excuses as to why she couldn’t do her work

Steph and Miss Tessburger do secretly care about each other. Neither will admit it. Wouldn’t go as far as mother-and-daughter relationship, but definitely tone their bitchiness (to each other) down if they notice the other is having a bad day

Steph puts her money into crypto. Sorry, I can’t imagine Solomon knows what it is or why he’d bother with something so silly

Fidgets with her rings a lot

Is really confident in her own skin, as she should be because she is so beautiful and literally has the school falling after her

Is actually a really good photographer

Her Insta page is undeniably killer

Someone get this girl a proper camera though because the phone can only do so much

In middle school, she, Brenda and Stacy did wear pink every Wednesday

She is incredibly well travelled - having had the money to go anywhere and her father only taking the best holidays - and she really enjoys travelling

One of the taller girls

Claims she doesn’t do dressing up because it’s lame, but gets really into Halloween

Flawless makeup and hair always

People haven’t seen her otherwise for years

Once bribed Grace to let her paint her nails in exchange for having to listen to Grace tell her about the bible. They keep doing this. Steph wipes it all off at the end of the school day so Grace doesn’t get in trouble with her parents

Has a lot of opinions on Spotify Wrapped (both general and hers specifically)

She and Zoey are near identical, leading to the latter always getting mistaken for Steph (as the more well known of the two because local celebrity, the Mayor’s daughter) but Steph has been mistaken for Zoey once or twice by Sam. Kicks him every time

Doesn’t like fake nails

Is a very physical person, especially when showing love

Spends a lot of money on her loved ones

The most competitive person

Lautity:

Pan for pan!

Steph makes a lot of corny pan related jokes, Grace finds them really funny

Again, Grace fell first, Steph fell harder

Steph tries going to church with Grace but really struggles with it

She will, however, attend events at church (bake sales, charity auction, etc) and just messes with the pastors by asking silly questions

Insert Mariah’s “Yah, Father!” here

Is probably Mark and Karen’s least favourite person for that reason

Don’t worry, she gets on really well with Grace’s aunt, Lucy. These bitches talk so much gossip and shit on Grace’s parents (and the Jerries because fuck them)

It’s because of Lucy they met as babies but that’s a story for another time

Grace tries watching horror for Steph but doesn’t like it, spends most of it curled up and hiding in Steph’s side. She still agrees to watch every time

Steph watches documentaries with Grace and asks her questions throughout because Grace talking about her interests is precious

The nerds help Steph write a love note for Grace

They then help Grace make a meme for Steph

Steph has tried and failed to play Grace’s flute

Steph buys Grace sheet music for the dumbest songs (Never Gonna Give You Up, Coconut Mall, All Star, the Mii song, etc) and has her play them for the group, forcing the nerds to listen to them and then tell Grace how good she is

Ruth makes them go see Wicked together as a friend group, purely to have Grace and Steph unknowingly go as Elphaba and Glinda by just wearing their regular clothes/colours. Steph, having definitely seen stuff for the film is prepared, they both show up dressed as completely different movie characters

(Steph went as Jessica Rabbit and Grace went as Sleeping Beauty)

They also didn’t watch the movie at all because they spent the whole time staring at each other and kissing

Burnerphone (Lex x Steph):

The only Steph ship where she loses her dominance

Lex won’t put up with her entitled, rich girl bullshit and will tell her when she’s being a brat

Steph will be more of a brat in the hopes of getting told off for it in the bedroom

They knew of each other when Lex was still in school and interacted in passing but that was about it

They met later through Ziggs at a party

Smoking buds

Lex gets on fairly well with Steph’s friends, though they are awkward because Lex is the epitome of “older, cool college girlfriend” in spite of not in college

Steph smuggles Lex into all the senior events they missed (homecoming, lock in, ditch day, prom, graduation) - probably bought Grace off to keep her quiet about it

Same music tastes

Gets on really well with Hannah

Steph doesn’t really do kids but she makes an exception here

Sends Hannah a photo of a random spider she finds almost every day with the caption “dude, is this ur webby?”

She has absolutely dragged Pamela for filth, if not gotten physical, in most of their interactions

Pamela is convinced Lex is dating Steph just for money

Steph only goes to Toy Zone to flirt with Lex and annoy the fuck out of Frank by shooting him with a nerf gun

Lex isn’t comfortable with a lot of fancy, expensive dates, so they usually just drive out somewhere quiet and have a picnic together

Steph convinces Lex to audition for plays in Hatchetfield

Firephone? Firelight? I don’t know what their ship name is or if they even have one but (Brooke x Steph):

Essentially the more chaotic, less chill and pyromaniac version of Burnerphone

They are Grace’s worst nightmare and honestly Miss Mulberry’s too (and half the HFFD and HFPD)

Smoking buds

Brooke brings out Steph’s impulsivity to its full power

Steph encourages Brooke’s don’t give a fuck attitude

Personally responsible for all the fire alarms going off in Hatchetfield High

If these two both leave to go to the bathroom together, you might as well grab your shit and head outside now

They are big time gossipers

Definitely get into the most insane situations

Seriously, playing Never Have I Ever with them is an experience because you get to hear about all their stories which are really good but totally nuts

Probably meet up when being sent to the Principal’s office, go off, make out and then come back like nothing happened

Queens of the Smoke Club

I already did Lautski and Lautskity for Pete

[dickgraysonisnothereforthis]

didn’t realize this was the liberal arts

Jason goes to college. You’re there. And then you show up in his nightlife, which throws him for a loop.

I wish I could tell you what this is but I can’t. i set out to write a meet cute. that's not what happened. Jason is a sad little dude. You’re in one of his college classes, but don’t get the idea that you’re nice about it.

Swearing as always. No use of y/n. I don’t know how long this is.

Edit: whoops, it's a series. rest of it is here

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Jason’s trying.

He is. He’s taking the tattered remains of his life and trying to shove them together, mash them into something liveable. Or at least, manageable. Something he can stand to survive.

It’s difficult. He rose from the Pit with a brain that didn’t quite work, didn’t crank like his half forgotten memories told him it did when he was fifteen. He couldn’t string two thoughts together, couldn’t make the synapses fire. Nothing at the helm but the searing pain he brought with him when he woke up, telling his heart to pulse just to find something to do about the feelings of rage and despair that submerged him.

Which, of course, led him to his stupid plan to kill Bruce.

It didn’t work. And it wouldn’t have helped anyway.

His head finally cleared when the dust settled. It dawned on him that he was blessed (ha) with a new lease on life, or something, and he should probably act like it. He should probably get off his ass and make the most of it.

He ends up doing the only things he knows how to do. Jason patrols and goes back to school to get his GED.

The fighting is obvious. He’s lead with his teeth his whole life, he’s not about to start pulling punches now. And a little purpose never hurt anyone, he figures. It helps, most of the time.

More surprising is how much Jason enjoys going back to school. It had started as a passing thought, but he’d forgotten how much he missed it, the freedom to relax and let his mind whir in circles. Bruce had given him the stability to clear his head and focus in the classroom, and he’d soaked everything up like a sponge. When he goes back he discovers, much to his delight, that he’s actually alright in the head. The lights are on, thank god, and soon enough learning comes easy to him, just like it did when he was a teenager. What a relief, to have that back.

He finishes out the GED and figures what the hell, he might as well keep going, and enrolls himself in Gotham U. He is, he realizes, fulfilling a long-lost dream he’d spun for himself back when he was living on the streets. It makes him quietly satisfied, and he pushes through his first semester.

So this is where he is. He comes home at 4am, showers, sleeps for a few hours, then wakes up for class. Dick calls every other week, Barbara patches herself into the line in his helmet without his permission, and he ignores them both. He registers for a course on seventeenth century literature and reads don Miguel de Cervantes, and Margaret Cavendish, and Shakespeare, of course, but also Galileo, which is fun. He brings his books to class, he makes notes in the margins. He searches the authors’ lives on Wikipedia and tries to make text to world connections, just like he learned in school. He looks around the table at the other students and reckons with the fact that they are not, and will never be, like him. Or rather, Jason is not like them. They’re younger, for one thing, but also infinitely more innocent, which feels stupid to say, but it’s true. Whatever they’ve had happen in their uniform lives is absolutely nothing compared to his, and Jason can put that right in his pipe and smoke it for all the good it’ll do him. But he can’t help thinking it, as he eyes them carefully. There is a chasm separating him from them a mile wide, and that’s all there is to it. He’s not like them. Not like you.

You sit next to him, sometimes. You smile at him briefly as you sit down, then remain silent. You don’t speak often, which is notable in a small seminar. Not that Jason does either. A few weeks in he realizes you speak once per class, unless asked a direct question. Your comments are always summarizing, reminding others of the various ideas discussed and offering options of where to go next. It is immensely helpful when you direct traffic like this, and the discussion tends to be clearer after you speak. He peeks at your copy of Paradise Lost spread open under your fingers to find neat little notes, passages underlined, a few question marks. You’re never late, and you always thank the professor before you leave.

Imagine his surprise, then, when he finds you after dark, kicking the shit out of his perp.

You don’t hear him approach, climbing into the man’s apartment with a thud as he realizes someone had started his work for him. He thinks he recognizes you from behind, except that would be crazy, so it can’t be you. What would a university student be doing here? Jason doesn’t count.

It can’t be you, but he’s not sure, so he clears his throat to interrupt. You look at him over your shoulder with a look of such savagery he almost takes a step back.

Yeah. That’s you. Huh.

The cognitive dissonance threatens to give him a migraine. You look him up and down, raise an eyebrow, then turn back to the man lying on the floor and deal him another blow. The man groans, which doesn’t faze you, but Jason snaps to attention.

“I gotta question him.” It’s true, Jason thinks this man has intel on Black Mask’s dealers.

You whirl back around. “That doesn’t seem like it’s my fucking problem.”

Holy shit. Who the fuck are you, anyway?

“Listen, princess,” he begins, grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him. This is the first time he’s spoken to you, and it amazes him that he’s doing through the modulator. “I got shit to do here, you gotta get out of the way.” You try to slam onto his foot, then recoil, hissing in pain. “Steel-toed, sweetheart, that won’t get you anywhere.”

“What do you even need to know?” you ask furiously. “You target Black Mask, right? You’re wondering if Black Mask is his supplier? He is, there’s checks on the table.” You nod to a modest desk in the corner.

Okay. Yeah, he did want to know that. “Thanks, princess, but I’ll take it from here.”

You wrest yourself from his grip. “No,” you say stubbornly, “I’m not done.”

“Yeah, you are.” Jason eyes the perp, realizing he’d fallen unconscious. Shrugging, he turns to the desk. You’d clearly gone through it, receipts and bills are littered on the table, but there’s a locked cabinet you hadn’t opened. Kneeling, Jason takes out his lockpick.

He keeps an eye on you as he goes to work. You haven’t left, although he’s not sure where you would go, or even what you’re doing here. You watch him warily, folding your arms over your chest. It takes him a few minutes, but eventually the lock clicks, and he slides the drawer open. It’s pretty bare, mostly cash and, aha, a notebook that’s gotta be important.

He holds it for less than a second before you rip it from his fingers, moving across the room and flipping the book open. He grunts in surprise and follows you, only to find himself with a glock in his face.

Instinct tells him to draw his own weapon, and his hand drops to his hip, but he forces himself to freeze. You’re definitely a civilian, despite whatever the fuck you get up to in your free time. You’re not dressed in any kind of practical gear, just a loose fitting sweatshirt and leggings. Jason scouts you out and realizes that the gun in your hand probably isn’t even yours, you don’t have a place to put it. You must have disarmed the perp before Red Hood had gotten there. Jason files that away for later.

“Let me look,” you demand, and Jason nods. You keep the gun on him, holding the notebook open with one hand and studying it intently. It is so like the image of you in class that he almost laughs out loud. Whatever you’re looking for, you clearly find it, and you mouth something over and over, memorizing it. Then you shut the notebook and hold it out to him.

He takes it cautiously. “You need a ride out of here?”

You roll your eyes. “No thanks, dipshit,” and with that you shimmy through the window and bolt down the fire escape.

Jason blinks. Okay.

He follows you anyway, watching from the rooftops as you make your way across town. It takes you a long time, nearly an hour, and Jason worries that something nasty’s gonna go down, but it doesn’t. You trek resolutely across the city, same steady pace, before letting yourself into a nondescript apartment building, an easy bus ride to the campus. He stays for about twenty minutes, but you stay put.

Jason raps a gun against his helmet. Weird.

He tries and fails to wrap his head around it as he finishes out the evening. It’s just not adding up. Jason doesn’t know you well from class, obviously, but you’re such a far cry from what he saw tonight that it’s hard to believe. He’ll have to do some research, he decides, scope out what else you do besides studying and beating up on Jason’s bad guys. Maybe he’ll even ask you about it in class.

He laughs to himself as he heads back to his own apartment. Weird weird weird. Weird performance you gave him, weird enough to keep him up at night. Oh well. You don’t know it, but he’ll see you tomorrow.

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lol what is this? what is this? a series, hopefully. otherwise I have no freakin’ idea

[creepy-friday]

hiii

can you write more general headcanons plss, thank youu‼️💕

More Mansion Headcanons

The creeps aren't talkative every other day of the week and you might find yourself in the eerie silence of the hallways.A casual wave of static can be heard with a glimpse of a pale figure behind certain corners remind you that he always watches.

Behind the mansion there is a training area and next to it is a dead garden who has a small cabin inside full of supplies.

Toby doesn't smoke and just got used to Masky's smell of cigarettes

He is also a grown adult and knows when to act all innocent and clueless to get what he wants.Most of the times he is a ticking bomb ready to explode.He gets progressively more anxious depending on how much the other person he talks to is willing to bully him.Extremly traumatized

The residents altough in their 20's to 30's(except Sally)they have very teenage-like moments because The Operator showed himself in their life mostly during their teenage years.

They aren't always angry or bitter.Masky won't shove nor curse you every time you make eye contact with him.Jeff has a sassy personality but won't try to creep you off every day of his life.He gets tired too

The calmest the residents are is when they are in the kitchen eating.They need to catch a break too and it's an unspoken rule to not disturb anyone when eating

There are three ideas that are up to the reader's interpretation.

That Masky and Hoodie share the same room.I write them having separate or the same room depending on the reader's preference,ideas,and fantasies regarding it.

That the reader and Slenderman either have a father-daughter relationship or a romantic one.It heavily depends on the daddy issues meter.

That the reader was either bought in the mansion before or after the main two proxies.

Altough the reader has a lot of nightmares involving Jason or Candy Pop,the others might have them too and get random flashbacks of their past.

Nina,Jane,Jeff and Liu have an extremely complicated relationship and they would rather ignore each other when tired.(excluding Liu who wants to talk with all of them)

It's very easy to gossip in this place.You can gossip about the small mistakes people make when they train to down bad talking shit about someone simply because you can't stand them.

Rumors are very easy to be spread.The least problematic people are Sally and Bloody Painter.

[clockwayswrites]

Cozytober Days 8 & 9: Baking gone wrong & The slight smell of smoke in the air.

masterpost

Sometimes when Jason was feeling a little melancholy and a little soft, he’d talk about when he was a little kid, back before he had become a Wayne. It was usually just a quick thing, some memory about his mother that Jason could tell in a sentence or two. One time it had been about how they would sometimes, when they had enough to spare and she was off the drugs, they stop by the little corner store. It was owned by an old Cuban couple. There were these odd cone shaped egg sponges drenched in a spiced sugar syrup and they would buy one and split it. By the time they got home their fingers would be sticky with the syrup.

It had taken a lot of researching, but Danny had fond what he thought had to be the dessert (called capuchinos of all things) and the easier shaped cabezotes that he hoped to cook. He’d researched and watched videos and it was only four ingredients, if he didn’t count the syrup, so he thought he had a shot.

He bought twice as many eggs as he needed, just in case.

Luckily Jason’s kitchen had all the things that Danny needed. He set them out on the counter like he was prepping for a chemistry experiment. Baking was just chemistry, he’d been reminding himself. It wasn’t like cooking. Baking was a science. He could manage science. He used to manage science a lot.

Of course, science also killed him.

Danny tried not to dwell on the past as he started to work. Tongue peaking out he cracked each egg over a tuperware first, letting the whites drip between his fingers as he gently cradled the yolk to move to the final bowl. Honestly it felt a little like ecto. He’d read that the whites could be saved to make meringue, but Danny though he’s leave that up to Jason. It did seem a waste though once there were nine discarded whites so he put them covered in the fridge.

One more for the bowl, beat in a little sugar, carefully fold in a little corn starch, and a lot of doubt this would work even though he had followed the recipe. He had just finished piping out the mixture into the cupcake tray when he heard Jason coming up the stairs by the ding of an alert. He shoved the tray in the oven and everything else to the side or into the sink. He leaned against the counter, trying to look casual.

“Danny, hey boo,” Jason said with a tired smile.

“Hell, babe,” Danny said back and came over to help Jason unwarp from the fall weather. “Long day?”

“Yeah. But I think that we’ve done everything we can. Now it’s on all the parties to review things one last time and hopefully agree.”

“You’ll get there,” Danny assured him before pressing a soft kiss to Jason’s lips… which maybe turned into Danny bring pressed against the wall and the kisses lengthening and deepening.

Danny was very much enjoying it all until Jason broke apart to ask, “Do I smell smoke?”

“No! My baking!”

Danny scrambled off Jason and over to the oven He barely remembered to use a kitchen towel to pull out the slightly smoldering cupcake tray. It clanked as he set it on the cook top with groan.

“I forgot to put in the bowl water was they would burn!” Danny groaned and buried his face in the warm towel. “The what the fuck you call it!”

“The bain marie?” Jason asked as he came over.

His arms wrapped around Danny from behind and he sunk into the hold.

“Yeah… I’ve got more of the mix I guess. I can start over,” Danny said, voice quiet. He’d just wanted everything to go right.

Jason was quiet as he ran soothing hands up and down Danny’s arms. Finally he asked. “Are those…?”

“Cabezotes. In this shape they’re called cabezotes, but yeah. I wanted to surprise you with them. I have dinner ordered too and a show for us to watch. I thought it would be a nice night.”

“It is nice.” Jason insisted.

“It’s burnt.”

“How about this. We’re going to pretend I never saw these. You put another back in without me showing up and surprising you and I’ll go shower in the mean time, okay?”

Danny tilted his head back to pout up at Jason. “You’re trying to trick me.”

“Yes,” Jason said with absolutely no remorse. “Entirely for my own good too. How about it?”

Danny took a deep breath. “Fine, okay, go shower and let me work. I’ve got this.”

“You do,” Jason said. He pressed a kiss to Danny’s neck before he headed off to the bedroom.

Time to get to work, again.

[carvinglies]

Soulmate au part two: Creepypasta

part 1 || part 3 || part 4 Requests are open!

tw: mentions of flesh eating in EJ’s part

Sharing tattoo’s: Jason the toymaker

Jason didn’t think he would ever have a soulmate but desperately wanted someone to be with him and play for eternity. In that desperation, he stole many soulmates from their other half which went on for a while until Jason was tinkering with his newest doll adding on his “special” additions, when he felt a stinging sensation on his upper thigh. Pulling up his pant leg, he stared at the new ink on his leg confused before it hit him– he had a soulmate! A playmate for eternity was destined to meet him, that overjoyed Jason. He dropped his project to go find this soulmate of his, the blue door in his workshop beckoning him as he stepped inside to search. Days long searching ensued before Jason found himself standing in front of his destiny bound soulmate.

“Would you play with me forever?” The burgundy haired male asked the person as they stared wide eyed.

First words to soulmate written on their body:Bloodypainter

Helen never had time to worry about soulmates when he was younger but when he found his passion for painting the idea of being bound to another inspired him to no end. Ever since he was a kid Helen had the words, “Do you have a bandaid? I just scraped my knee falling for you.” Written on him, anyone he showed would laugh at it but Helen just found it confusing who says that to someone they just met? Well that’s what he thought before knocking over someone in the street when he went to go buy art supplies.

Before he could get out a sorry the person grinned bashadly loudly speaking, “Do you have a bandaid? I just scraped my knee falling for you.”

Words that describe their soulmate are written on them:Jeff the killer

Jeff honestly never gave two shits who his soulmate was thinking they just had some weird words scribbled on them due to their method of connection. He had no reason to go out looking for his soulmate. Thinking and I quote, “if destiny really wanted us to be soulmates they would meet me themselves.” So that’s exactly what destiny did. Jeff was forced to go out for snacks by BEN grumbling through his mask he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Turning around he glared at who disturbed him. “Sorry to disturb you but you kinda look like my writing,” they looked around before continuing, “I was wondering if you were, y’know, who I think you are?” 

Gravitational pull towards their soulmate:Laughing Jack

It pissed Laughing Jack off when it began the constant feeling of being pulled in a direction even if it’s easy to resist gets annoying. He can’t even escape it inside his box! Jumping around from house to house especially is harder if you no longer can stay long from the pull forcing you away. Laughing Jack was relieved when the pull wasn’t as harsh anymore when he was at the nearest carnival looking to terrorize kids, well that was the case before the pull suddenly ramped it up and flung laughing Jack colliding with someone else who seemed to have been thrown too.

The person held their head as they awkwardly waved blabbering out the first sentence that came to mind, “So hey soulmate? I guess?”

Ink marks that move towards your soulmate:Eyeless Jack 

It was hard looking for your soulmate while being swamped with work from medical school, and even harder after being sacrificed and turned into an unwilling flesh eating demon. While past Jack would have loved to meet his soulmate the one that’s here now feared the possibility of eating them accidentally the ideas of the what if’s flooding into his head as he stared at the smoke like tattoo’s decorating his arms. Sometimes when Jack was a child he would play this game where he would walk forward watching as the tattoos reached out towards the direction his soulmate was curling around his arms before receding when he stepped back. Eyeless Jack while a recluse craved normality so he finally exited his cabin towards the nearest store. While checking out his items, ones he didn’t really need but anything to feel normal he supposed, the cashier's hand touched his tattoos burned as the burning sensation spread all the way to his hand. Jack assumed the cashier felt it too watching they gawked.

Regaining their composure they began to tease him, “what took you so long?”

Seeing the world in black and white till you meet your soulmate :Ticci toby

Toby was always curious about how colors looked, what if he was wearing a horrendously color matched outfit and couldn’t tell because he couldn't see it? What if his favorite knitted sweater from when he was little was a piss colored yellow? So many questions have gone unanswered it still annoys him that he can’t see colors what if yellow was a whole different color then what he thought it was, well Cupid decided today he would find out as leaves crunched under his foot as Toby walked the woods coming across someone sitting on the cliff looking out at the city below them, when he stepped on a particular damp twig they whipped their head around locking eyes with Toby. Colors flooded both of their senses overwhelmingly so, Toby swore he could smell them too at the beginning.

Overwhelmed with shock his soulmate jumped up running towards him stopping halfway before beginning their sentence feverishly, “Nice to meet you!” They extended their hand for a handshake, Toby cautiously stepped forward before recorpirating 

[microwavesaferat]

I've seen multiple hcs of English Teacher Jason Todd, I've also seen multiple teacher aus in general. I would like to propose a 3rd Option:

Secret Day Jobs

All the Robins and Batfam extended universe (aka, until I get bored) have started doing day jobs as they get older, but they are all worried Bruce will bench them if they find out they're burning the candle at both ends, so they keep it secret.

We all know Dick is a cop in some comics, but I would like to propose they all go into teaching in some way. They don't tell the others, and gradually all end up transferring to the same school. We're also assuming they are all adults here.

We have:

Jason Todd - English Lit Professor. Doesn't like dealing with college kids, so moves to high school literature. Sometimes covers drama lessons if it's Shakespeare plays.

Dick Grayson - Health and Wellbeing (don't know if this is just a UK thing, sometimes called PSE). Basically teaches kids the dangers of smoking and how to stay healthy mentally and physically. He also runs the schools gymnastics club and helps at some other sports clubs.

Tim Drake - Computing. One of those teachers that doesn't care if you swear or call him the proper title. Does not care if you are misusing the school computers. He figured out the others are all teachers and hacked himself onto the payroll cause he thought it would be funny. Hacking emails to change names to see how long he can keep the others from figuring out they all work in the same place.

Damian Wayne - Biology. He kind of wishes he went into chemistry, because he despises the giggles and childish behaviour whenever something mentioned in the course is even mildly sexual. Refuses to do the frog dissection and nearly gets into a physical fight with the head of department. This event is what clues Dick into his presence, "Did you hear the new biology teacher threatened to kill Mr Smith over something? Apparently had a Katana or something in his desk".

Cassandra Cain - Guidance Councilor. Very good at interpreting the body language of the kids. Also does some work with ASL interpretation when needed. Thought everyone was aware of each other and isn't really trying to hide. Tim still has no idea she's here. Dick gets jumpscared when Cass shows up to one of the after school clubs he helps at.

Stephanie Brown - Somehow in a different position everyday. She appears as a janitor one day, then she's doing the school bus run the next. On Fridays she works in the Canteen cause the food is good on Fridays. There explicitly to annoy Tim who knows she's there, but can't find her in the payroll.

Duke Thomas - Politics/Modern Studies. The sort of teacher to say he's putting on a documentary, then pauses every 30 secs to go on a tangent about something. Disagrees with half the shit in the curriculum, so does his own thing. The projector in his classroom hasn't worked for months, but no one needs to know that.

Also, the moment they all figured out they are all there.

Dick hears about the frog incident and very quickly catches on.

Duke goes to the office to pick up jotters and Stephanie is working there.

Jason used the guidance councilor's room to take a minute and chill. Cass was on top of a cupboard for 10 mins before revealing herself.

Dick goes to grab the first aid kit after a kid falls at gymnastics and Stephanie is the Custodian in today.

Damian needs some supplies and the lab tech is Stephanie.

An Arkham breakout happens during a parents night and all of them run to change into costume. Issue is they all hid their costumes in the janitors closet.

WE runs a scholarship fund for students and Bruce has to show up to the awards ceremony for successful students. He gets a tour of the school only to slowly run into all of his kids. To start with, the tour is run by Stephanie who is refusing to break character.

Stephanie: Thank you for coming Mr Wayne

Bruce: Stephanie wha-

Stephanie: Please, Miss Brown, Stephanie was my father.

Steph: Anyway, here is our lovely new labs that WE do graciously funded.

Damian: *Yelling at a child to follow safety procedures*

Bruce: What? Dames?

Stephanie: and down to the left is our English department.

Jason Todd: *Animatedly discussing the influences of Romeo and Juliet in modern culture*

Steph: This is our lit teacher Mr Todd Peters

Bruce: *makes a note to remind his kids on good undercover names*

Well I'm tired but will probably add to this at some point.

[inkdrinkerworld]

thinking about meeting the batfam for the first time as dick's gf...

Your palms are sweaty as you get ready, something simple Dick had said. ‘It’s just dinner, gorgeous.’

But you know of Bruce Wayne and simple doesn’t seem like what he does.

Still, you go with something classy and casual- a dress. A yellow spring dress that’s all the way to the floor and patterned with little green and blue flowers.

Dick comes in just as you finish your makeup and whistles. “Goddamn,” immediately his hands fall to your hips, pulling you into him the second you set your lip liners down. “You’re a smoke show.”

You giggle and will heat not to flush into your cheeks. “Dick,” he shakes his head. Kissing you quickly and then pulling away.

“It’s going to be great, don’t stress it. Everyone’s gonna love you.” He seems to think his words over as he looks you up and down again. “Actually, Damien might love you a little too much.”

“Dick, he’s a kid.” Damien is the youngest of the Wayne’s; only around thirteen.

When you get to Wayne Manor, you’re glad you’ve worn a dress, Jason is dressed up in soft pants and a polo, Bruce is wearing a black shirt and black dress pants, Dick is matching you a little- blue shirt and soft pants and Damien looks at least a little uncomfortable in the smart clothes he’s in.

“Dick, I really did think you were lying about having a girlfriend.” Jason says and he scowls good naturedly.

“Well, she’s real. Baby this is Jason,” he points to each of them. “Damien and the big guy’s Bruce. Guys, this is Y/N.”

“Hi, nice to meet you,” you say shyly and they all say the same. Damien who scowls and talks in mostly grumbles through the dinner seems to open up to you and takes pride in saying something flirty just to piss off Dick.

“So what do you do?” Bruce asks and you smile, setting your cutlery down to take a sip of your drink.

“I teach pre-school for now.” You answer honestly and Bruce’s eyebrows shoot up.

“For now?” You nod politely.

“I’m not sure if I want to venture into elementary or middle school or remain with the younger groups. They’re fun, but I also think teaching a group a couple years older would be fun as well.”

Bruce nods, “Maybe you can get a day in Damien’s school to see what it would be like.”

Dick smiles at the offer, knowing the old man doesn’t do that with just anyone.

“So I’d get to see you all day?” Damien asks with a smile and you take a peak at Dick to see him scowling.

“You’re pushing you luck Al Ghul.” Dick says and you roll your eyes.

“Ignore him, he’s all talk no bite.” You whisper to Damien who seems pleased with the fact that you are willing to mess with Dick.

“Want to take a walk around?” Dick asks after the plates are taken away and you nod, taking his hand as he helps you out of the chair and leads you down a hallway.

“They’re nice.” You whisper and Dick grins.

“Yeah? Bruce likes you a lot.” He says honestly and just to see if it’s a real or pretend annoyance you say,

“So does Damien.” Dick rolls his eyes.

“I told you he’d love you too much,” he sighs as you reach a landing. “But he is a kid and he likes being a little shit with me more than the others.”

“Is this your old room, Grayson?” You ask as he pushes open a door and you’re met with a bed, what looks like gymnast equipment and bare cupboards.

“Mhm,” his eyebrows dance and you scoff, slapping his chest making him laugh. “What? I just thought you’d like to see the room that gave me all these bulging muscles.”

You laugh as he flexes but Dick pulls you further into the room. “No but I thought you’d like a little quiet moment before Alfred brings out dessert.”

You raise an eyebrow. Dick smiles bashfully, “I haven’t kissed you since we left the house,” you smile and lean up to kiss his lips. Dick doesn’t let it just be a peck, he keeps you in place with a hand behind your neck and deepens it.

“Better?” You ask him and he nods, kissing your cheeks.

“I don’t like sharing you with them.” He says and you laugh loudly, sitting on his old, springy bed.

“Dick Grayson, I never thought you’d be jealous of your brothers.” He comes closer to you, moving over you till you’re laying on your back, your hair fanned out in the sheets as he hovers over you.

“Jealous? No, those idiots don’t scare me,” One of his hands finds the hem of your dress, stroking the skin of your thigh. “You know I just like you obsessed with me, I like when your eyes are on me only.”

“You’re a menace,” you breathe out and Dick laughs when you move his hand and straighten your dress. “An absolute menace,” you stand and take his outstretched hand. “Take me to see the garden?”

“Whatever you want, my gorgeous girl.”

[gatawoman]

𝒵𝑜𝓂𝒷𝒾𝑒𝒷𝑜𝓎

Jason Todd x Reader

A/n: Hi my beautiful people so I love Lady Gaga and Zombieboy has been on repeat for me since the album dropped. So I made an inspired story off of it. The highlighted green are the lyrics inspo. I also saw someone like a few weeks ago saying how the song reminded them of Jason also so if it was you i’m please write it :( I hope you guys enjoy!! you can always leave feedback or request too🖤🖤

1:16am. Jason’s watch reads as the pounding music slams into his skull.

The classic saying, “How did I end up in this situation?” sadly didn’t apply to Jason right now — because he knew exactly what led him here. Not like he could forget, especially with Dick’s annoying voice nagging in the earpiece.

“Oh come on, Jason, you’re being a sore thumb just standing there glaring,” Dick says.

Jason let out an annoyed gruff. He knew Dick was just trying to get him to make a fool of himself. He was undercover at the Iceberg Lounge to get intel — not to party. It had all started with a tip about a drug deal they’d been trying to shut down, supposedly set to happen around five minutes before 2am. Dick was supposed to be in position — not Jason. But of course, Tom, Barbara, and Dick started teasing, swearing Jason wouldn’t be able to be undercover and have fun at the same time. Which was total BS, because he’d done exactly that the first time he came back to Gotham.

“Jesus, at least drink som—”

“I’m done with you,” Jason harshly interrupted, muting the earpiece.

As he scanned the club — eyes practically rattling from how loud the music was — something caught his attention and made his heart stop like he’d died all over again.

He saw you.

It was like a quiet beacon of light in a sea of crimson hues and smoke. Easy to miss, but not for him. Never for him. Especially when it came to you. You stood out effortlessly, dressed in a red backless dress that clung to you like a secret, barely reaching your knees. Black heels made your legs look longer, sharper, like you could cut through any bullshit thrown your way. His gaze locked onto your back, and his anger rose again but with a strange twing protectiveness now—because he could’ve sworn he saw you at home before he left.

✦☠︎⋆🧟‍♂️✩♡✩🧟‍♀️⋆☠︎✦ ✦☠︎⋆🧟‍♂️✩♡✩🧟‍♀️⋆☠︎✦

You hadn’t planned on going anywhere. You were happily binge-watching your favorite show, enjoying a much-needed self-care day after a week of chaos in the ER — plus playing nurse to your accident-prone, drama-filled roommate and best friend. You deserved this day off. The universe, however, had other plans.

Just as you were about to start the next episode, the doorbell rang. You opened it to see your best friend standing there in all her mini-dress glory.

“We are going out,” Ashley said, excitement laced in her voice.

“Aww, sweetie, there’s no U in we. I thought you knew that by now,” you replied. And just like that, her excitement morphed into determination.

You already knew your fate.

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Now here you were — swirling the dark Hennessy in your cup, already regretting the decision. Your heels stabbed into your feet with every shift. You tilted your head back, letting the bitter liquor sting your throat when you suddenly felt a familiar presence behind you.

“I’m not interested,” you said lazily, the words slipping out in a slight slur.

“Oh, trust me, babe. I know.”

That rough voice — one you knew all too well — made your heart skip. You almost lost your balance as you whipped around and looked up into those green eyes you knew like the back of your hand.

“Jay? What are you doing here?” you asked your best friend.

“I thought you were on patrol,” you added in a whisper.

Your brain started spiraling.

Why was he here? Jason hated clubs. On his off days — which usually lined up with your mornings off — he preferred lounging at home with you. But lately, he’d been distant, always coming up with excuses to stay holed up in his room to “sleep.” You would’ve brushed it off, since he was always running himself ragged as a vigilante… but something felt off. He didn’t sleep well, and you knew it.

So, you started spiraling. What if he was seeing someone? You’d caught him hanging with Artemis a few times lately — and considering their history, that stung. You tried to bury it, though. The last thing you wanted was to ruin your friendship with awkward feelings. So you swallowed it down, like always.

Ashley, however, had seen it all. The matching keychains — yours a sun, his a moon. The fridge notes when you guys didn’t see eachother in the day. The way Jason tracked your location and panicked if you didn’t move for too long. She saw the toll the distance was taking on you — and that’s exactly why she dragged you out tonight.

“I can’t tell you everything right now,” Jason finally replied after a pause. “But why are you here? And why are you alone?”

“I’m not alone — Ashley’s dancing,” you said, eyes scanning the club. “Right there.”

Jason followed your gesture and spotted Ashley dancing, a girl pressed closely against her. You saw the way his shoulders relaxed a little.

“You shouldn’t be out here too long, doll. It’s not gonna be safe for either of you.”

His voice softened as he really looked at you. You never drank this much — and it made him wonder what was going on in that head of yours that you hadn’t told him.

“Yeah, well, nice to know you somewhat still care,” you snapped, surprised by your own words. You looked away quickly. Swallow it, Y/N.

“What are you sa—”

“Anyways, where’s your girlfriend? I see she’s not here,” you cut him off, tone sharp.

So much for swallowing it, Y/N.

“Jesus. How drunk are you?” Jason huffed. You didn’t answer — just stared at him, lips sealed.

He knew you weren’t going to say anything, so he gave you what he could offer.

“Artemis isn’t my girlfriend, Y/N. She’s a friend. That’s it.”

Your heart clenched as you looked at him, sadness starting to seep through your facade.

“Then why have you been avoiding me, Jay?”

Your voice had dropped, the fire replaced by something quieter — more vulnerable.

Jason wanted the gods to strike him down right then and there. He never meant to hurt you. Never. If anything, he thought he was doing the right thing. Giving you space. Taking a step back so you wouldn’t have to constantly deal with him, his chaos, his damage.

But every time he stepped back, it felt like he was cutting himself off from the only peace he had.

There was a time he had nothing. Nothing to wake up for. Nothing to look forward to. And then you came crashing into his life like a goddamn sunrise he didn’t ask for—but desperately needed.

He didn’t even realize how much you meant to him until the demon spawn himself, Damian, asked him bluntly: “What exactly makes you happy?”

And the first thing—hell, the only thing—that came to mind was you.

And that terrified him.

So he pulled away.

That scared the hell out of him. So he backed off. He thought it would protect you — protect him. But seeing your face now, he hated himself for it.

It was already 1:30am. He didn’t have much time, so he gave you what he could.

“Doll… I would never avoid you for someone else. Trust me. It’s something I need to figure out for myself first.”

You looked up and saw the way his eyes dilated when they met yours. You always trusted him — and even now, some part of you still did. So you let it go… for now.

Your smile returned, but it had a mischievous twist this time as you felt somewhat bold. You grabbed his scarred hands and leaned in.

“You know, if you’re undercover, you’ve got to blend in,” you whispered.

Jason raised an eyebrow, trying to ignore the way his pulse spiked at your touch. Before he could respond, you were already dragging him to the dance floor.

“Y/N, I don’t have time for this nonsense,” Jason said, though his tone was half-laughing.

“Come on, Zombieboy. I need some sort of forgiveness from you,” you teased, giggling.

Jason let you take the lead. You grabbed his hands, placed them on your hips, and began swaying. Liquid courage, you thought to yourself. You were definitely going to scream into a pillow about this in the morning.

When Jason stopped moving, you froze, heart pounding. You were about to pull away when his hands began to move again — fingers tracing your waist, matching your rhythm. You could’ve sworn you saw heaven.

After a few minutes, Jason turned you to face him. You’d met his gaze a hundred times before, but this one felt different. More intense. He couldn’t see straight anymore.

“This is a dangerous game you’re playing, Y/N,” he murmured, lips close.

“I never said this was a game, Jason,” you whispered back, voice barely above a breath. You were scared — unsure if he felt the same. But in that moment, you didn’t care. You just wanted him.

Your lips were inches away when his watch buzzed.

1:50am. Time was up.

He pulled away, the Red Hood demeanor slipping back into his place.

“You need to leave with Ashley. Now.” His voice was firm — desperate.

You nodded, slowly letting go of his hand.

“Okay, Jay. But stay safe. You owe me an explanation,” you said, your tone playfully sharp.

“Oh, I owe you way more, doll.” Jason grinned as you gave him a flustered smack to the bicep — your classic move when he flustered you.

Before you could walk off, he yanked you in and his rough lips crashed into your soft ones. Yup you were definitely now levitating to heaven.

He pulled away without a word and turned, walking off quickly — mostly to hide the blush creeping up his face.

You were stunned. You knew you’d be dreaming about that moment for weeks. Eyes around the club were on you, so you scrambled for cover:

“Whatever, asshole! You’re better off a fantasy anyway!” you shouted, stomping off dramatically.

Jason nearly laughed, knowing exactly why you did it — to protect his cover.

As he headed to the back of the club, two men entered — fitting the target’s description. He realized, belatedly, that his earpiece had been muted way longer than it should’ve been. He quickly unmuted it — and immediately regretted it.

“ZOMBIEBOYYYYY — did you know you only muted me from your side?” Dick’s voice sang, mimicking your tone with a dramatic edge.

“Shut the fuck up and focus, Dickhead,” Jason snapped.

“Oh please — says the guy dancing the night away with his girl.”

Jason chose to ignore him. He had a mission to finish — and a promise to keep. One he intended to make up to you, starting the moment this night was over.