#Selina Kyle imagine

[thebisexualdogdad]

Smutober day 15: Selina Kyle x Male!Reader x Bruce Wayne - Wanting

Months ago Selina and Bruce invited you to join their relationship, you were hesitant at first knowing that secret identities made relationships hard enough with one person let alone two but you couldn't deny your attraction to them and ultimately took them up on their offer.

You took things slow but once you reached the physical level god was it amazing.

Bruce took the two of you out for a fancy dinner, you and Bruce in nice suits with Selina in a stunning black dress that you don't know how you were able to keep your hands off of them.

After dinner Alfred was driving you back to the manor and in the backseat of the limo Selina had you pulled in by the tie to kiss her, getting the next part of the night started.

Bruce was ready to take the both of you right there but right as he was about to Alfred was pulling into the driveway.

Up in his bedroom You and Bruce were quick to rid yourselves of your suit jackets, your buttons up undone and standing above Selina who was kneeling as she alternated sucking your cocks with her hands grazing your stomachs.

You kissed Bruce, Selina making a happy hum that vibrates through your cock as she watches you two and it's even better when you reach over and jiggle Bruce's tits.

This goes on for a bit, Selina sure to give you and Bruce equal attention.

“Who do you want first Selina?” he asks when he's ready to move things along.

Selina releases his cock from her lips and getting to her feet, “hmm I want Y/N to fuck me first.”

She turns around and has you unzip her dress, all of you getting out of the remainder of your clothes before she gets comfortable on the bed.

Bruce hands you a condom and when you put it on you settle between Selina’s legs, pulling her into you.

Slipping your cock inside her Bruce begins kissing your neck, hands exploring your body.

Selina moans as you find a rhythm that makes her toes curl and she intently watches Bruce touches you.

“You like Y/N's cock don't you,” Bruce questions, groping your chest.

“Well he certainly knows how to use it,” Selina chuckles.

“You don't know how many times I imagined this, being here with both of you,” you sigh, Bruce grabbing your ass and giving you a smack.

“Well I once woke up to Selina whimpering in her sleep, turns out she was having a wet dream about you,” Bruce smirks, “isn't that right dear.”

“Oh yeah, that dream was hot but this is even hotter,” Selina grins as you thrust into her.

She reaches down and rubs circles over her clit, eventually cumming for the first time of the night.

You pull out of her, taking the condom off and throwing it in the trash, moving out of the way for Bruce.

“Guess it's my turn,” he smiles, putting a new condom on and taking his place between her legs.

Bruce begins fucking Selina as you stand on the side of the bed, Selina grabbing your cock and pulling you closer to her so she can take you back in her mouth.

Selina is now getting fucked by Bruce and sucking you off, moaning when you begin to grope her breasts and toy with her nipples.

This is definitely what Selina was looking forward to the most when the idea of bringing you into the relationship came about, having fun with two cocks was something she had wanted so badly.

Bruce makes Selina cum for the second time but he knew there was something else that she had been wanting.

Bruce looks at you and nods, having mentioned this to you earlier so you both pull out of her, Bruce taking the condom off as you begin to jerk yourselves off.

Selina smiles wide when she realizes whats about to happen.

The two of you cover her in cum, you hitting her face and chest while Bruce gets her stomach.

“Oh yes,” she says happily, throwing her head back and enjoying the feeling of cum all over her, “you boys really know how to show a girl a good time.”

[moonlit-imagines]

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a/n: the fact searching “cobb squad” gives more results than “gotham city sirens” is hilarious to me

requested by @the-mic-drop

“Wha…What am I doing?” You slipped from a long-lived daze and awoke in a place you were unfamiliar with—three women you had known from the news sat before you, each one’s eyes rolled as you paused from your servitude.

“Ives, can you fix this? This one makes really good coffee.” The one and only Harley Quinn spoke as if you were a robot—was that what they’d turned you into? Why were you even here? Poison Ivy chuckled lightly and stood from her seat, using a slow pace as she approached you.

“What are you doing? Why am I here?” You nervously took a step back, eyes wide and trained on the red haired woman with a green-hued skin. Her hand raised to gently caress your cheek.

“You have so many questions…I can answer them.” Her voice was soft and calming, your guard dropped at her facade just as she leaned in to kiss you. Once your lips met, her powers did their magic and you were once again under her command without the slightest idea as to why.

“You’re too gentle with them.” Catwoman critiqued with a devious smirk.

“Y/N hasn’t done us wrong yet.” Ivy sat beside Harley again and kissed her on the cheek. “Besides, I’m not the biggest fan of screaming and crying. Gives me a headache.”

“Y/N, can you get me another soda?” Harley requested your mindless, obedient body to serve her once again.

“Harls, I thought you wanted another coffee?” Catwoman corrected.

“You’ve never seen a girl with two drinks before? You know what? Make me a margarita, too! And some nachos…”

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[thebigbadbatswife]

Focus

Pairing - Selina Kyle x F!Reader

Summary - After hitting dead end after dead end on your current case, Selina pulls you away and into the bath. Her goal? To get you to focus on her and only on her.

Warnings - Light Dom/sub, Bathtub Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Teasing, Fluff. (If I missed anything, lmk!)

Word Count - 2.3k

“See? Isn’t this so much better than pouring over all of those case files all night long?” Selina purrs in your ear. She presses a kiss to your neck and gently nibbles at the skin there, sending shivers down your spine. She only moves away from you so that she can take another sip from her wine glass.

The two of you are lounging in her bathtub. You’re sitting between her legs. Your head resting against her shoulder and very much enjoying the way she’s running her free hand up and down your toned leg. The bathroom is bathed in the soft glow from the candles placed around the room and a small, portable, table has been set up next to the tub. Sitting on top of the table is a wine bottle and your almost full wine glass.

“Alright. Fine. You were right.” 

You are thoroughly enjoying the feeling of the hot water and the fragrance of the oils that she’s picked out tonight. As well as the company of your very naked girlfriend. You can feel it leeching the tension and stress from your very bones. 

The cold case you have decided to pick up is driving you mad. You feel like all you keep hitting are dead ends with it and your head had started to hurt. A break’s definitely needed and you’re already feeling much better. When you return to it, you can now look it over with refreshed eyes and, who knows, maybe you’ll finally see something that you must have–

A yelp leaves you as she pinches your nipple, completely shattering your thought process.

“You’re supposed to be relaxing, not thinking about that blasted case,” she reminds you. Her thumb smooths over your poor nipple before she gives your breast a gentle squeeze, causing a small sigh to leave you.

Her hand slowly drifts away from your breast, moving down your side and back to your leg.

“You’ll figure it,” she says after a few minutes. “You always do.”

You turn your head to look at her. “You think so? Not even Bru–”

“He’s not as good as everyone claims him to be.” Selina takes another sip from her glass before setting it down alongside yours. With her, now free, hand she trails a nail along your jawline, stopping at your chin. “Now stop thinking about that case, stop comparing yourself to him and just focus on me.”

She kisses you softly and sweetly. You smile into the kiss as one of your hands comes up to cup her face.  She’s right. Again. You should be focusing on her right now. Like the way the hand that was resting on your leg is now slowly grazing the inside of your thigh. 

As much as the tub will allow you to, you spread your legs. You know that she gets the hint as you feel her hand travelling upwards. Her fingers slowly part your lower lips and she presses the pad of her fingers against your clitoris.  Another soft sigh leaves you, giving her the perfect opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss further. 

You are doing exactly as she told you to. All of your focus is on her fingers and the way she slowly strokes your clit. Her touch is extremely light as she brushes her fingers up and down your sensitive bud. It’s almost lazy. The way that she’s touching you. Almost as if she’s bored. 

It’s a big difference to the way that she’s kissing you. What was once soft and sweet is now passionate and hungry. 

You wiggle your hips, not caring if any water sloshes over the side of the tub. Your only goal is to try and get some more friction from her fingers than what she’s currently giving you.  Selina breaks the kiss and gives your clitoris a pinch. The sting and suddenness of the action has you yelping again as your hips jolt. This time water actually goes over the edges of the tub and splashes onto the floor. 

“Behave,” she almost hisses, “or I won’t let you cum at all tonight.”

“Okay. I’ll behave.” The words comes out quickly and makes Selina laugh. 

Despite the fact that she wants you to relax tonight, you know that she will absolutely follow through with her threat. Using her time to bring you to the edge multiple times, but never actually letting you go over it. At times, you enjoy being bad and disobeyed her. You like seeing how far she’ll go, but tonight you would rather just listen to her instead. 

“Good girl,” she purrs as she starts to lightly touch you again. Her lips come into contact with your neck, kissing and sucking at the skin there.

You relax against her and let your eyes close. Since you’re not allowed to move your hips, you settle for trying to spread your legs a little more. Giving Selina more room to play with you how she sees fit.  Slowly, she starts to apply more pressure to her touch. Her rubbing becoming a little more insistent, drawing a soft moan from you. The urge to move your hips with her rises up inside of you, but you fight against it. Keeping what she said in mind.

Selina feels the tension in your body as you fight against the urge to move your hips. She laughs softly as she continues to press her lips against your skin. She works her way from your neck, across your collarbone and to your shoulder. That’s where she sinks her teeth into you. You gasp as your body jolts, sending more water sloshing over the sides.

She stops touching you again. Her hand trailing back up your body to pinch your nipple, hard, making you jump and gasp again.

“What did I say, baby?” 

“Not fair,” you whine. “You did that on purpose.”

She laughs darkly and twists your nipple again. The pain goes directly between your legs, making you more desperate for her to stop edging you. What do you have to do for her to just fuck you?

“Selina please .” You’re not above begging. In fact you’ll happily beg if it means you’ll get what you want. “ Please fuck me.” 

To your surprise, she actually takes pity on you. Tutting softly, she releases you nipple and her hand glides back down your body. Her fingertips gently graze your clitoris and you expect her to stop there. She doesn’t. Her fingers slide through your folds and she presses them up against your entrance. She circles it slowly, teasing you some more, before finally pushing two of her fingers inside of you. 

You gasp at the very welcome intrusion, your body already responding to her as it squeezes her fingers. She curls them, pressing them against your velvet like walls, searching for that spot that always makes you see stars. You both know when she’s found it as you moan, loudly, and your body squeezes her fingers more.

Moans continues to spill from your lips as she moves her fingers. Two quickly becoming three. Every time that she pushes back in she presses against that same spot, stars blooming behind your eyes. At the same time, her head ducks down and she takes your nipple in to her mouth, her tongue swirling around the hardened bud.

One of your hands grips her wrist. Even you aren’t entirely sure if you’re trying to push her away or pull her closer. All you know is that you are so wound up from all of her teasing that the pleasure is quickly becoming overwhelming. 

“Selina!” you gasp. Your head falls back against her shoulder as you do your best not to move your hips too much, in fear that she might stop. 

She smirks against your skin as she releases your nipple. “That’s it, baby. Let go.”

Despite the build up in the volume of your moans, your orgasm is completely silent. Your mouth drops open in a silent cry as your body locks up and you clamp down onto her fingers. She fingers you through it. Keeping up her pace right up to the moment that it starts to become unbearable. 

You collapse against her, completely out of breath. Her fingers stroke your thigh as you slowly start to come down from cloud nine. Your legs shake as you take deep breaths.

“Such a good girl for me,” Selina purrs as she presses soft kisses to your cheek and jaw. 

You nod and make a soft noise of agreement as your eyes flutter closed. 

“Don’t tell me you’re tapping out already. The night’s still young and you did want me to fuck you, didn’t you?”

You look at her, confused. Hadn’t she already done just that?

Selina helps you out of the tub and leads you back tot he bedroom. Despite your protests about soaking the bed, since you’re straight out of the bath, she shoves you onto it.

“Selina!” 

She shrugs. “So we’ll need to change the sheets. I think we’ll survive.”

Her reply has you laughing. From where you are laying, you watch as she walks over to the dresser. You drink in the sight of her well toned legs and ass. God, your girlfriend is so sexy.

Already you know which drawer she’s going to open and what she’s going to pull out of it. In fact, you’re buzzing with excitement.

Before you know it, she has you spread out on the bed and she’s pushing her strap inside of you. It’s one of her larger ones so there’s a slight stinging, but it quickly turns into pleasure as she starts to move.  She rolls her hips slowly. Easing the silicone cock in and out of you, getting you used to the size of it. You whine softly, your fingers gripping the sheets of the bed.

“Fuck,” you gasp breathlessly. You’re so sensitive from your previous orgasm, pleasure is already building up inside of you again.

With the hand that isn’t on your hips, she trails her nails down your front, between the valley of your breasts, scratching you gently. Goosebumps erupt across your skin as you arch your back into her touch. A whimper for more passes through your lips. 

“I want you to open your eyes first, baby,” she coos.

You do as she asks, not even aware that your eyes had closed to begin with. Your eyes meet hers. The emerald of them almost swallowed completely bly the black of her pupils.  She looks so sexy, you think again. The sweat sliding down her flushed skin, trailing over her abs, her hair sticking to her forehead and the way that she moves her hips as she thrusts into you. 

You want to kiss her. 

You push up and reach for her. Selina smiles and laughs as she leans in. her lips eagerly meet yours and she swallows the moans that leave you as she starts to pick up the pace. Exactly as she had promised, she finally starts to fuck you. You mewl as you fall back. She follows, keeping your lips connected, her hand cradling your face as she continues kissing you. Tongue and all. 

This is one of the parts you love the most. The stark contrast between the way that Selina kisses you soft and sweetly to how she fucks you nice and hard with the strap.

Suddenly, the toy deep inside of you jumps to life. You gasp as it starts to vibrate, adding to the pleasure that’s already flowing through your body. Her other hand returns to your hip and her grip on you is harsher than it was. She breaks the kiss. Her lips grazing against your own as they never fully leave yours. A breathy moans leaves her. To your ears, it’s the sweetest sound in the world. 

Hooking your leg around her hips, you pull her down further. Making her body flush with yours. Your hand, that isn’t currently buried in her long curl hair, slips between your bodies and you start to rub your clit. Hurrying you toward your next climax.

Your second orgasm is far louder than your first. You cry her name as it rocks through your body. The vibrating of the strap adds to the intensity of your climax.  Selina comes not long after you do. She moans your name as her own orgasm rocks through her body, her nails digging into your skin and marking you as hers. 

Just as the sensitivity starts to become way too much, she switches the vibrations off and pulls out of you. She undoes the strap’s harness from her body and throws it to the side before flopping down next to you.

You are completely relaxed and exhausted, your body boneless as you lay there, panting, and staring up at the ceiling. The bed next to you squeaks as it moves and she’s kissing you again. Sighing softly, you kiss back.

“How are you feeling?” she asks.

You hum. “I really needed this.”

“Mmhmm, when will you learn that I’m always right?” she laughs.

You gently swat at her, but she catches your hand and pins you to the bed. She looks you over and just as you think she’s going to make you cum again, the doorbells rings. 

Before you can stop her, Selina is pulling away and slipping on her silk dressing gown to go and answer the door.

Who would be ringing the doorbell at this hour? 

Your question is answered when she returns to the bedroom and the smell of your favourite takeout follows her. Your mouth waters as your stomach growls. Making you aware of just how starving you are. When did you last eat? You can't remember.

Not giving a damn about your nudity, you reach for the bag. Which she gives up willingly. 

“How’d you know that I would starving?” you ask.

“You tend to forget to eat when you’re focused on a case,” she replies.

You raise an eyebrow at her. “So you decided to have sex with me first?”

She shrugs, a playful smile on her lips. “I had to break your concentration somehow.”

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[hannaswritingblog]

Imagine: sneaking into a Halloween party with Selina Kyle 🎃

Fandom: Gotham

You've met Selina in that dark alley in downtown Gotham dozens of times. You may have come across each other by accident, but the place where it happened for the first time quickly became your regular meeting spot.

This time feels... different though. Selina was even more mysterious than usual when she asked you to see her, and the darkness lurking in the corners of the alley now seems even darker than even the day before. Or maybe the idea of today being Halloween makes you feel like this?

The thoughts don't linger for long, as your friend appears in the alley just a couple of minutes after you. She always looks stunning, but that day she outdid herself with a sparkly, knee-long dress you've never seen before, loose hair falling below her chin and a masquerade mask highlighting her eyes.

"Are you ready, Y/N?" Selina asks, unbothered to even say hello.

"Ready for what?"

"A Halloween party, of course. Why else would I ask you to see me tonight?" she says like it's obvious. And at that moment... it really is.

"I didn't realise we were going to a party, sorry. You should've given me a heads-up though, I would prepare a costume too," you say, pointing at her mask.

"Oh, don't worry, I don't think it's a costume party anyway. I just wanted to add a small detail. But if you want to hide who you are..."

Seemingly out of nowhere, a second mask similar to hers appeared in Selina's hand. She extends her arm, urging you to take it.

"Thank you," you respond, putting the mask on.

"You're welcome. Come on now, we're almost late!"

She grabs your hand and leads you down the alley. Before you know it, she opens a back door to one of the buildings. You climb up two stories and enter a kitchen, and through it sneak into the main space of the club. While it seems impossible that nobody noticed you, Selina's confidence makes it feel like she's successfully done it dozens of times.

When you find yourself inside the club, the party is already going on, with music blasting from the speakers, lights flashing, and people either sipping on their drinks by the bar or dancing on the dancefloor.

"How'd you even find that place?" you ask Selina as she leads you further through the crowd. "I didn't think you're the type to know the Gotham clubs."

"I know more about this city than you think," she responds, stopping in place and looking at you in the face. "But I'd rather keep it a secret, at least for now."

"Sure. So, maybe we should dance... for now?"

Selina smiles and puts her arms around your neck, starting to slowly move her hips. You smile back and join her in a dance.

[rebelliousstories]

Poinsettia

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Selina Kyle x Reader

Fandom: The Batman (2022)

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Brief Mentions of Death and Angst

Word Count: 1,627

Masterlist: Here

Summary: A little Christmas cheer in their dreadful New York apartment.

“Selina! Sel? Where you at girl?” A voice called out as the door to the shabby New York apartment opened and shut behind the figure. She carried something in her gloved hands, but hid it behind her back when the young woman she shared her home with came through. Her cropped hair was wet, indicating it had been freshly washed. Along with that, the smell of soap crept through the apartment from the shower that had happened before she arrived home.

“Hey baby. I’m here. Sorry, I needed a shower. I felt gross after the club.” Selina came over and pressed a small kiss to her lover’s lips. Her hands wrapped around her waist and felt something behind her back.

“What’s behind your back?” She asked directly. Her girlfriend looked away impishly but refused to offer a response.

“It’s nothing.” She drawled out. Selina leveled a look at her partner and soon retracted her hands to look her more directly in the face.

“Babe?” Selina asked yet again, staring her dead in the eye.

“It’s your Christmas present, okay? Just, let’s go to bed and promise me you won’t look under the tree?” She pleaded and stepped closer to her girlfriend yet again. Selina did not move away, but did cross her arms as her lover tried to be sweet on her. It took several minutes of big eyes, and a smile before Selina relented.

“Fine. I won’t look. But you better hurry up.” She pressed a loving kiss to her girlfriend’s lips, and walked away. The woman, still standing with her hands behind her back, watched her girlfriend’s hips sway as she walked away. She brought her hands back around the front of her body as she walked over to their tree. There were only a few gifts underneath the tree, but that was okay. They did not need much, just each other. She set the big box down behind the other gifts almost out of view, before she stood back up. Her outer layer was shed before she left the living room; her scarf, gloves, and coat were placed on the couch before making her way to the bedroom.

When she got in there, Selina was already reclining on the bed beneath the covers. She held something in her hands, something that her partner recognized immediately. The only remaining picture of her and her mother that Selina held in her possession. Often times, their nights would end with her pulling the picture out of Selina’s hands after she had fallen asleep to keep it from getting lost or damaged. It comforted the woman to hold it; the last remaining thread of innocence she had left. No words were spoken as the other woman got ready for bed. Cleaning her face, brushing her teeth, covering her hair, all of it was done with speed and accuracy you only get from doing the same routine for years and years. Eventually, she climbed into bed with her lover and pulled her into her chest. Selina’s hands still held the photo as she laid her head down on her girlfriend’s chest.

“Your mom would be proud of the woman you have become.” She whispered and pressed a kiss to her head. Selina continued to stroke over her mother’s face in the photo, but her eyes were drawn to something in the corner. A brilliant splotch of red and green were in the corner.

“Did I ever tell you about this photo?” Selina asked, sounding very far away in her own head. She had, in fact, told her lover the story behind this particular photo. But that was not going to stop her from encouraging Selina to tell it again.

“Tell me.” She whispered, pressing another kiss to the head on her chest.

“When I was a kid, my mom couldn’t afford to do a big Christmas. But she would take me to the heart of the city to look at the lights. The one thing we got every year, from the same vendor, was a poinsettia plant. They would sell it to us for a fraction of what they were originally selling it for because they knew my mom. After she died, I never went back. I couldn’t without her.” Her voice trailed off, still lost in her own world as she remembered the snow filled nights where she went into the city to get those plants. Selina felt another kiss placed to her hair, and her lover’s hands rubbing up and down on her arms to soothe her.

Her lover stared at little Selina in the photo and smiled to herself. But her lover’s breathing slowed and eventually Selina was fast asleep. Her body went limp, and the photo dropped on her girlfriend’s stomach. She picked it up and stared for a moment longer, before placing it on her nightstand to protect the picture, turned out the lights, and went to sleep.

Snow filled the air when the couple awoke Christmas Day. They stretched and laid in the warm bed as they tried to wake up. However, with the day off, neither one cared too much about getting started on their day at a reasonable time.

“Merry Christmas, Sel.” She whispered to the woman that was now face to face with her on their sides in bed.

“Merry Christmas, baby.” She replied, laying a kiss upon her lover’s lips. Selina laid there for a moment more before she pulled away, and got out of the bed to head into the bathroom. She began to brush her teeth when her girlfriend came and hugged her from behind.

“My morning breath really that bad, huh?” She joked as she began to brush her own teeth. Selina chuckled lightly, trying desperately not to choke on the toothpaste in her mouth at her lover’s comment.

Once they were both done, a quick breakfast was had of a couple sandwiches. Nothing fancy, but it was enough for the couple on their budget. They made their way to the couch, where she had to move her outerwear from the previous night, and laid down on the couch. The radio in the corner of the room was on a station that played Christmas songs non-stop, which provided some noise for the couple to have in the background. They watched out the window for a while, just enjoying their time together. But eventually, Selina got curious about the large box that was tucked near the wall behind the tree with the rest of the presents.

“Can we open them now?” She asked her girlfriend, turning in her arms to look her in the eyes. When she nodded, Selina excitedly got up and immediately went to the large box behind the tree.

“Wait!” Selina stopped at her lover’s exclamation. She looked like a little kid with their hand in the cookie jar.

“Just, save that one till the end? Please. Trust me.” She explained, and while Selina was upset to not find out what her lover brought home last night, she relented. They spent a considerable time opening the gifts from one another. Their gifts were usually practical, but there were a couple that were pure wants rather than needs. A new wig, a refill on Selina’s favorite perfume, and a beautiful leather skirt graced Selina’s hands but she was itching to go look at the present behind the tree. Seeing her lover’s eyes drift over, she gave Selina a nod to go to the mystery present.

She got excited and ran over to grab the present. Placing it in front of her on the floor, Selina tore into it like a little kid. This was much bigger than their usual presents to each other, which got her curious. She tore off the wrapping paper and used a nearby knife to open the tape that closed the box before her. When she opened the flaps, however, she stopped. The smile fell off of her face, and her hands froze. Her lover sat on the couch, watching her from a distance with a tense stance. She was no sure how she would react, but this was making her nervous. Selina reached her shaky hands into the box and pulled out what was inside. A poinsettia plant with a very specific tag attached to it. The tag of the business she used to get it from as a child. She was at a loss for words as she looked towards her girlfriend on the couch with watery eyes. Without saying anything, her lover took over.

“I thought it might make you happy. It wasn’t difficult to find the business. And when I mentioned the Kyle girl was who I was getting it for, they were really excited to hand it off. Said they wanted me to bring you by at some point.” She explained gently. Selina wept as her hands traced the petals delicately, but she still said nothing. In a flash, the plant was set gently on the ground, and she had found a place in her girlfriend’s lap. She kept pressing kiss after kiss to her, cradling her face in her hands. Finally, coming up for air, Selina spoke for the first time since she opened the box.

“Thank you.” She whispered. Repeating her thanks, she kissed every inch of exposed skin in between her words. Her lover rested her hands on Selina’s waist and allowed her to do what she needed without impediment.

“You’re welcome.” Her girlfriend finally replied.

And there they sat. Selina perched in her girlfriend’s lap, pressing kisses and sweet words of endearment and thanks to her. And her girlfriend, happy to be able to bring just a little bit of happiness and light to their gloomy apartment in an equally gloomy city.

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[prettiest-thing-in-the-morgue]

PULL ME IN

summary: due to Bruce distancing himself from reading and seeing other women - batfam has to watch their mom willow away.

For the twenty-five years, Bruce and Name have been married together - Alfred has never seen Name so withdrawn - so detached . He watches every morning how Name's frail body maneuvers around the kitchen making her own breakfast -

God knows how many times he's asked that stubborn woman to allow him to cook for him but she has always refused him with a quiet smile and a wave of hand. He watches her glide around the kitchen- a woman of once poise and grace reduced to her fumbling with simply holding a cereal box.

Alfred could never pin point where it had all went wrong in their marriage - they were both high-school sweethearts- their marriage was beautiful- he'd know because he had honored it himself. To see them so distant aches his heart.

Alfred knows Bruce has a mission - to save Gotham- a mission that seems ever lasting - a mission that had consumed him entirely to the point it took him over . It took away his relationship with his kids and his own wife .

Alfred would always shoot him disapproving looks when he sees Bruce being too flirty with Talia and Selina - he blesses Name's heart for loving Damian all the same like she has with all her other kids but Alfred notices since then she is virtual never in the same place with Bruce.

She no longer goes to galas anymore , no longer makes public appearances - maybe its because Bruce always had a different arm candy every other night. It's gotten so bad that even the kids started realizing this - Damian , upon realizing his birth had broken down in Name's arms one night - pleading with her to love him - that he's sorry for being born.

Alfred remembers Name cradling the young boy in her arms all night and assuring him he's the best thing Bruce ever made and that she would never blame him for Bruce's actions. Since then - the young boy has always stuck to Name - every morning, he'd affectionately hand her daily medicine and would always help her wrap a shawl over her shoulders.

Tim and Bruce began arguing - particularly because Bruce starting leaving the massive work of W.E for Tim to handle- it came to a head one night when Name and Bruce argued for two hours straight. He remembered how raw her voice was when she yelled at Bruce for overworked her poor son - that he's young and deserves to live and experience his teenage years.

Bruce had argued that Tim had wanted this - that this was what being Robin was about. Jason- god knows Jason and Bruce doesn't get along - ever since what happened to Joker but they argue even worse when it boils down to Name .

Jason was a child primarily raised by Name - she taught him to trust and showed him everything he knew - down to ironing his shirt to tying his shoelace - Name was the mother Jason never had and God could damn for all he cares but couldn't stand to watch Bruce treat her like she was an option because she wasn't - not to him or his brothers.

Jason always made it a point to call Bruce out for his own hypocrisy, himself and Damian always teamed up against him, especially when he was being too flirty with Selina or some random eye candy.

" I suggest you back off harlot , my mother might not kill you, but I will " - Damian when Bruce and Selina were flirting together on patrol.

" I don't give a fuck if ma begs me not to put a bullet in your head , the next damn time I see you talking about her like that I won't hesitate to skin you alive " - Jason when he caught some arm candy bragging to her friends how the 'Bruce Wayne' took her out on a date in front of Name.

God if anyone argues more with Bruce in this household was Dick - Dick was their first child and a child whom lost everything and yes Bruce may of made him robin but name made him dick grayson - bless that woman's heart for having to deal with his tantrums and outbursts when he was younger -

But that woman despite not birthing him was his mother - the woman who literally hugged him everynight to go to bed , the same woman who made his suit for prom by hand and also the same woman he goes to for advice and comfort - safe to say when he heard what Bruce was doing - they argued non stop-

" For god sake, Bruce, you're destroying us - you're destroying our family, and you don't even care." - Dick when Bruce had called you useless because you couldn't walk up a stairs anymore.

Someone from the outside might think they're dramatic, but ever since Bruce started distancing himself from Name and going out with God knows who , Name has fallen into a deep depression - a type of depression that ensnared them in their deep claws and deprive them of what little happiness and energy they have left.

Most days , Name sits on a swing outside and just exists- barely eats , barely talks anymore - how can they ? How can one fathom to be happy when their own spouse is out cheating on you with different people and to make matter worse the public condones it - even more so enables him.

Always publishing some new article of which new model or actress can become worthy of being Bruce's wife as if she doesn't exist. Alfred swallows as he watches her tonight - they're sat stiffly in a velvet love seat , a faint smile on her face, Damian is resting his head on their shoulder, showing them his latest art piece while quietly talking about his day.

Behind her, jason embraces her in a backhug , head resting on her head - his hands sometimes play with the loose strands. Tim quietly sits beside her , his hand holding her free hand - now and again he'd squeeze it . Dick is sat next to Damian on the love seats' arm rest as he prepares her nightly medicine.

Even if the public and her own husband loathes her, name still has the love of her kids and Alfred as always. Suddenly, the large oak doors of the living room are pushed open - the vibrant warmth interrupted as Bruce steps inside .

Damian quiets - everyone looking at Bruce except for Name - she has taken it to state at her hands. " It's time for patrol" Bruce says grufly . No one responds but reluctantly leaves Name side , Jason side hugs her one last time before leaving .

" Yeah, whatever you say, geaser," He says as he shoves Bruce out of his way to go to the cave . Damian glares at his father , " Hopefully, things are taken seriously on this patrol " he insinuated- knowing eyes glaring right at his father disapproving.

Bruce ignores them and stares at name, " Make dinner before we leave " he orders before promptly walking away. Name says nothing - too numbed out a long while to even react. Dick and Alfred himself curses him while Tim is glaring at the closing door harshly .

" Ma I'll order us something don't stress yourself " Tim assures her while ordering Uber eats for them on his phone . Name doesn't say anything but sends him a small smile. " I can't believe I raised that boy," Alfred murmurs as he shakes his head in disappointment .

Bruce may not realize it now but it's too late to fix anything - too late to pull his wife back in and live the happy life they once had - its too late to repair their broken family since the glue that's stuck them all together is fading away .

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pls do not hate a on queens talia & selina they won't do this , theyre too girlboss for bruce anyways

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2V1

In which you stand no chance against them.

Hal Jordan and Barry Allen

You were going to die. You were definitely going to die.

Writhing against the binds Hal constructed did little to let you escape Barry’s fervent mouth. You lost count on the number of orgasms the speedster ripped out of you, vibrating his tongue and fingers in a way that had you seeing stars. You’re not sure how a training session devolved into the two men trying to see how many orgasms they could wring out of you. This was not you intended your endurance training to go, but you couldn’t deny you were being pushed to your every limit.

Hal, using his ring, had kept you on the edge for what felt like hours, mercilessly teasing you with his fingers, forcibly keeping your body still with his constructs, the only thing you could do was cry and tremble. You nearly sobbed in relief when sweet Barry felt guilty enough to step in, kissing your thighs apologetically before pressing his mouth against your mound, eating you out like a men possessed. But now you were shaking and sobbing for a different reason as the man refused to even come out for air.

“You were so desperate earlier, begging to come, but now you want to tap out, sweetheart?” Hal crooned, watching you break again as he languidly strokes himself. “After Bar gives you exactly what you asked for?”

The man tsks mockingly as Barry nips at you, eliciting a yelp from you.

“Don’t focus on him, just let me take care of you, honey, I want you to feel good,” Barry murmurs, blue eyes gazing at you with a striking intensity as he moves up your body, peppering you with open mouthed kisses until he’s able to mouth at the pulse point on your neck.

Hal barks out a laugh, “You’ll spoil her like that.”

His suit dematerializes, revealing him in his full nude glory as he approaches your laid form with a smug smirk as you try not to gawk at his size.

“After all, you still owe us, don’t you, baby?”

Booster Gold and Ted Kord

Earlier you had insisted you could handle it. You were more than ready. Honestly, how hard could it be, you joked.

But as Ted began to slowly penetrate you from behind, you realize you might have bitten off more than you could chew.

Letting out a shaky moan, your head falls forward onto Booster’s shoulder, who nuzzles his cheek against your hair, “Just breathe, you’re doing so good.”

You can only whimper pathetically, panting at how overwhelmingly full you felt. You hear Ted groan into your ear, hands flexing against your hip.

“Almost there,” he grunts before letting out a hoarse laugh, “Might not last long with the way you’re gripping me.”

“‘Think that’s my line,” you mumble, keeping your face pressed against Micheal’s shoulder, before flinching away when you feel him twitch inside you.

“MJ!” You scold halfheartedly, keeping your eyes shut lest you finish embarrassingly quick.

“You’re both so hot,” he groans out, strands of blond hair sticking against his forehead.

Ted chokes out a laugh, sliding his hands up to grope your breasts, having finally bottomed out. “Let’s try not to make this into a fastest orgasm contest.”

“Don’t know if anyone is going to beat your record,” Booster teases you, kissing your forehead, as you try to shoot him a teary glare.

“Just shut up and move already—ah!” You are promptly cut off when Micheal sharply thrusts into you before laughing again.

“Don’t be in such a rush, we have all night to leave you in bed for the next week,” The blond hums, bringing a hand down to rub at your clit causing your breath to hitch.

“Besides, you look cute when you’re stuffed by our dicks…want to savour it, right Teddy?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t let him tease you…too much,” Ted whispers in a mock conspiratorial tone as his grip on your chest tightens.

Yes, you may have bitten off more than you could chew.

Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle

After dumping Bruce, you hadn’t expected another of his ex lovers to approach you nor did you expect for her to make advances towards you. But you count yourself grateful, knowing that the bat’s other lovers would have rather put a blade to your throat. And there was something undeniably alluring about her, something that left every one of her actions demanding your total attention.

And it was nice to talk shit about your mutual ex.

So, it wasn’t a surprise to when you found yourself drowning in her arms, every stroke and graze being devastatingly intentional, leaving you to completely submit to her whims. Not that you minded. What you did mind was when Bruce suddenly entered through your hotel room’s window while Selina had three fingers in you.

It was almost funny seeing the detective visibly stiffen in shock, seemingly out a loss for words, “I…I thought—“

“You know I don’t spend all my time stealing. Maybe you should spent more time out of that cowl too,” Selina smirks, still not removing herself out of you, only pressing more weight against your body when you squirm.

“Well, might as well stay for the show,” Selina jerks her head toward the armchair next to the window, “God knows you haven’t been getting any since you let this one go.”

You almost laugh at the woman’s boldness before she bends her fingers in a way that having you letting out a shaky moan.

“Eyes on me, sweet girl, let’s show the bat how a lady should be treated,” She purrs.

You quickly find yourself forgetting about Bruce until you hear the sound of his belt clinking and a quiet moan.

Huntress and Question

Honestly, you must have a penchant for attracting weirdos, you think, as you find your days consisting of a certain anti hero and conspiracy buff glued to your side.

Both were, without a doubt, nut cases; Helena, with her too knowing gaze and sharp tongue, and Vic’s muttering and faceless mask making the duo a bit odd in the eyes of others. But the two weren’t all bad. Helena always looked out for you, ready to come to your defence without question, even if it meant threatening people with her crossbow. Vic had a knack for remembering the most obscure details you’ve shared and always knew what you needed with just a glance.

Really, they weren’t as bad as people made them out to be.

However, you promptly withdraw any kind word you’ve said about the two of them when you’re left at their mercy.

You squirm against Vic’s lap, his grip on your naked waist unrelenting, as his erection presses against your rear as Helena tightly sucks your clit, ripping a strangled yelp from you. You’re sure you would have jumped out of Vic’s lap if not for his hold on you.

“Aww, you’re so cute, never had anyone lick this pretty pussy before?” Helena laughs before pressing her tongue against your folds as you let out a cry.

You feel Vic’s thankfully unmasked face nuzzle against your neck, “Based on her reactions and lack of any evidence of a former lover in my investigation—“

“Q!” You complain, feeling your face heat up before moaning when Helena slides a finger in you without warning.

“What have I said about names?” She scolds you with a twinkle in her eyes.

“A bit unfair considering you’re both still in costume,” you pant.

“I wouldn’t call my coat a ‘costume’—”

“Shut up, Q.”

Really, they weren’t that bad.

Yeah, wouldn’t be surprised if this was the first helenavic threesome fic LMAOO actually I will now take this as fact without verifying, it is my badge of honour…also I really put b in that chair lol… Masterlist

This is how rip hunter was conceived btw!!

[frownyalfred]

“Bruce always falls for Selina’s tricks” wrong, Bruce let her kiss him on a rooftop one time and Selina managed to get her tongue into one of his click-command clips on his back left molar and remotely activated the Batmobile while they were frenching and he NEVER let it happen again (he did, he just never let her stick her tongue into his mouth ever again)

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"Honey, cross your legs."

"Honey, sit up straighter."

"Honey, we're at a gala, not a summer blowout in the Maldives."

These were just a few of the many phrases your mother chirped at you since you arrived at this stupid gala. You didn't even want to go, but your mother preached something about how, "we needed to be a united front since your father was going for reelection as a New York senator" or something like that.

It was stupid. Nobody gives a shit about familial ties; they care about your values, goals, and accolades. But there's no arguing with your mother; she's as stubborn as they come.

So, you'd sit pretty, legs crossed, with a pristine posture, biting your tongue when she says you could be sitting straighter or you could smile more. Granted, it was only a couple of hours, and if it kept your mother from turning the world around you into hell personified, you'd gladly plaster a rictus smile to appease her.

"Oh, there's Bruce!" Your mother quietly says between you and your father. "Let's go say hello," she says, gripping your hand and pulling you out of your chair, gesturing for your father to follow along.

Somewhere along the way, your parents move in front of you, sequestering you behind them. So once you all reach Bruce, he only takes notice of them, issuing a polite welcome and thanks for their attendance. Your mother swivels her head to see you tucked away behind her, bringing her hand out, gesturing for you to come in front.

"Hello, Mr. Wayne," you politely say, sticking your hand out, before introducing yourself. He grasps your hand with only a slight hesitation.

"Pardon my shock. I just haven't seen you since you were two," he confesses. You smile, pulling your hand back before your mother steps next to you and places her hand on your shoulder.

"She's grown quite a lot since then, Bruce. Still a little air-heady, but I'm hopeful the more she ages, the more my personality will rub off on her," she laughs, carefully wiping a piece of loose hair away from your face. You should feel offended, but the way her joke landed so poorly, making Bruce lightly cough the awkwardness away, made you feel pity.

"You know Selina," he says, filling in the silence, gently placing his hand on her waist as she delicately sticks her hand out for your father to shake.

Who wouldn't know Selina Kyle? She was drop-dead gorgeous but as sharp as they came. She was dressed to the nines in a designer black floor-length dress. It must have been Celine or Givenchy, so it was definitely over five thousand dollars, which is just pocket change to a guy like Bruce Wayne.

"Pleasure," she coos, pulling her hand away. Her gaze shifts to your mother, slightly narrowing her eyes. It seems your mother is oblivious to Selina's adversary towards her because she eagerly sticks her hand out, ready for Selina to shake.

"Selina. So good to see you." But, instead of shaking your mother's hand, she crossed her arms over her chest

"Mhm. I wish I could say the same," Selina sharply replied before Bruce put his hand on her shoulder in warning. You gave Selina a small smile, smothering it with your hand. She covered her own with her champagne glass as she took a sip.

"She's joking," Bruce amends, signaling for a waiter going around with glasses of alcohol. "Champagne?" He asks, reaching for two glasses from the waiter before handing them to your parents.

Before any more conversation can occur, a man calls for Bruce. "Bruce," The man says, "When do you want to start?" The man questions. Bruce picks up his arm, turning his wrist to check his watch.

"He said he'd be here by now," Bruce sighed, rubbing his temples with his fingers. His eyes were scanning around in search of something—rather someone. He does, however, spot Alfred, who he calls over and asks if he'd seen a guy named Jason.

"It was humorous of you to assume Master Todd would abide by your schedule, Master Wayne," Alfred remarks, his face stone-cold. Bruce checks the time on his watch again, then scans the crowd again.

"Just start the silent auction. I suppose Jason will come when he comes," Bruce suspires, clearly agitated. "See you at the auction," he chimes to you and your parents as he sticks his arm out for Selina to take.

"See you," your mother cheerfully says, though you know the cheeriness is just a facade because once Bruce and Selina walk away, your mother instantly drops the smile.

"Can you believe that woman? She was a criminal for God's-sake. She should be thankful that people like us even mingle with her." Your mother scoffs at your father. He hums along, paying relatively no mind to what she is saying.

While she goes on a tangent about how Selina is just using Bruce to get to his billions, you notice a dark figure heading toward the fire escape that you assume leads to the roof. You don't know why, but your brain is fluttering with the idea that you must follow it. So, you do just that.

"I have to use the bathroom," you interrupt, gently touching your mother's hand. You turn your head away from her, not bothering to turn back when she calls your name.

You walk around a corner to see the fire escape latch slightly ajar. Reaching out, you grasp the lever and push it out, quickly feeling the chilly Gotham air touch your cheeks.

Once your foot touches the stone with a 'clack' from your heels, you see the dark figure lying down, smoke clouding around him. He glances at you, taking a drag of his cigarette and huffing out a string of smoke.

"Didn't think pretty girls would come up here." This mystery guy's voice is deep, and judging by his figure, you can tell he's lanky.

"You know the latch and all."

"Are you calling me incompetent?" You cock a brow, hand on your hip with your purse in hand.

"No, I'm callin' you pretty," he says casually, taking another drag of his cigarette, not sparing you another glance. You hate to admit it, but this guy is pretty smooth, but you wouldn't tell him that.

"Who are you?" You ask, taking a few steps toward him and only turning your head to look at the night sky, which is aglow with billions of little stars. You see all the high-rise buildings, light illuminating the dark streets. It's a shame Gotham is so corrupt and unlawful.

"I should be askin' you that, seeing as you’re on my roof," he tentatively says. You can just feel the smugness in his tone, making you roll your eyes.

"You're a Wayne?" You question, arms crossed, slowly stepping closer to him.

"Somethin' like that I guess," he shrugs, which makes you let out a light laugh.

"You guess? You don't know your own family lineage?" You joke, moving to sit not completely next to him but close enough that you could feel the smoke in your nose. You could also see the outline of his face—strong jaw, pretty eyes, fluttery lashes, and nice lips.

"Why are you so curious?" He glances at you with a sly smirk on his lips. You look at him, then at the cigarette in between his fingers.

"You know smoking kills," you inform, pointing towards the cigarette. He lays his head back on the roof, his lips curving into a smirk before retaking another drag.

"You know what else kills? Poking your head around where you don't belong," he puffs out the smoke as he speaks. You turn your head away from him, trying to conceal your smile. This guy is something else, you think.

"Jason," he adds.

Your eyes widen, and your lips quirk. "Ah, you're Jason." You drag out the 'you're,' getting Jason to turn his head towards you. An inquisitive look is plastered on his face.

"So you've heard of me?" He cockily says.

"I know enough about you to know you're flakey," you raise a brow. He lets out a soft laugh.

"Mr. Wayne was looking for you, and so was everyone else," you clarify.

"Oh, please don't tell on me," he fake pleads, clearly being sarcastic. "Especially to Mr. Wayne."

You roll your eyes, though your lips threaten to smile. "I'm sensing some sarcasm."

"Well, aren't you just a modern-day Poirot.”

You widen your eyes, raising your hands. "Wait, wait. You read classic literature?" You gawk, hand coming to your chest.

"I dabble," he shrugs nonchalantly. You eye him, lip quirking.

"Well, aren't you just full of surprises?" You say, holding your two fingers out, gesturing to his cigarette. "Let me take a puff," you insist.

"Ah, ah," he tuts. "What happened to 'smoking kills?'" He raises a brow, taking a puff of the cigarette himself.

"Sue me, but I'm curious," you shrug. He eyes you, wondering if you're joking. He gives you his cigarette anyway. You take a long drag, feeling the smoke cloud your lungs.

"Easy, easy," Jason warns. "Don't take too much, or you'll—" Before he can finish, you start violently coughing, feeling your eyes well up with tears. "Cough," he finishes, taking the cigarette from your hand as you go to cover your mouth.

"You like this shit?" You say through harsh coughs.

"You get used to it," he answers, not paying attention to the question. He's more concerned about you. "You okay?" His tone isn't condescending—it carries empathy.

"Ya, ya. Took too much," you shyly smile, hiccuping a little, turning your head to look directly at him. He laughs lowly. His laugh is deep and gravelly but still sounds kind. You gulp. God, were you getting turned on by a laugh?

You were facing him head-on, and even in the shitty lighting, you could see the way his Adam's apple bobbed up and down and the way his jaw clenched. Your eyes slowly drift down his face, falling on his lips. He had stuck his tongue on his lips to wet them, giving them a glistening sheen.

"Are you thinkin' about me?" His voice is dry. You sharply move your eyes to bore into his, sticking your tongue out to wet the seam of your own lips.

"And what if I am?" You challenge. Suddenly, you can feel your own heartbeat, and your hands are clammy. You can see the gears in his brain working, trying to figure you out.

"Well, are you?" He asks roughly, putting his cigarette out on the roof. You search his eyes, gently biting your lip. His eyes follow you the whole time.

"Guess," you quipped. You hadn't realized you had scooted closer to him, close enough to where he could if he wanted to touch you. This little banter you guys had was getting you wetter by the minute. It was odd. You'd never even met this guy, but you would let him kiss you, maybe even more.

His gaze drifts from your eyes to your lips. "If I were to put my hand under your dress, what would I find?" He gruffly says. Your eyes drift back to his lips, and you bite your own as your chest rises and falls rapidly.

"What would I find?" He urges a little more assertively this time. You rapidly avert your eyes back to him, taking note of the blue hue in his eyes, which has seemingly grown darker.

"Maybe you should find out, Jason," you encourage. Once you give him the go, he's quick to move closer, crushing his lips to yours roughly. It was unlike anything you've ever felt before—like a ton of dynamite just erupted in you, leaving you feeling a buzz on your skin.

You reached up to grab the back of his neck, pushing him further on your lips. He groans as you sink one of your hands into his hair, gripping your waist in his hands and pulling you so you straddle his lap.

"Do you hook up with every girl you just meet?" You murmur into his lips, slipping your tongue between the seam of his moist lips.

"You hook up with every guy you just meet?" He imitates, in between breaths, gripping your waist tighter as you tug on the roots of his hair harder.

"Touché," you whisper, breathing labored as he presses deep kisses down your neck. He works his way down until he is kissing the top of your breast. Slowly, he brings his hands up to slip the strap of your dress down, exposing your breasts.

He kisses a straight line down the top of your breast to your sensitive nipple. His mouth is hot on your skin, especially in a place so sensitive. You moan as his mouth fully encompasses your nipple, lightly sucking, sending goosebumps down your skin.

You reach for his tie, grab it with your hand, hurriedly untie it, and throw it to the side before carefully undoing the few buttons on his jacket.

"It's a shame no one got to see your suit," you murmur as Jason returns his lips to yours, pressing feverish kisses into them before slipping his tongue into your mouth.

"Ya? Why's that?" He mumbles against your lips, as his hands fumble with his zipper trying to pull it down. You slid the jacket off of Jason's shoulder.

"Because you look fucking hot," you say, looking into his eyes, noticing the way his pupils dilate, hunger written all over his face. He quickly slips his slacks down, along with his boxers. Fumbling with the pocket of his jacket, he grabs a condom.

"Really?" You scowl, as he rips open the gold packaging with his teeth, slipping it on himself.

"What? Don't give me that look," he urges, pooling your dress up around your waist, sliding your panties to the side, as he guides the head of his cock inside your glistening cunt.

"Don't act like it didn't come in handy," he appeals as his cock slips inside you easily. You both groan at the contact, gripping each other tighter.

"Fuck, you were wet. Just slipped right in," he grits as you rock yourself against him, desperate for more friction. His hand is in your hair, pushing your face towards his to share messy, hot kisses as his other hand helps you set a pleasurable pace.

You throw your head back as he thrusts into you, eliciting a moan from you. "Fuck, Jason," you mewl as you feel his lips back on your breast, sucking and nipping with his teeth. Your hands grip tighter in his hair, hoping this will give you some kind of stability.

"Feels so good. So fuckin' good," Jason groans as he feels you clamp around him. You press your lips back to his, aching to feel the vibrations of his groans against your face. He grips the sides of your face to deepen the kiss, his teeth clashing with your own.

You continue going up and down on his cock, occasionally he thrusts himself into you to satisfy his urges and lets you grind against him to chase your own high. He takes your nipple into his mouth one last time before you moan so loud you're surprised the Gotham City Police isn't called, and Jason is spewing curses and groans as you both come.

Your bodies are both buzzing and twitching. Chests heaving so heavily you're suprised your hearts didn't just bust straight out of your chests. Jason pulls out once you aren't panting as hard, guiding you off his cock as you fix your dress. He slips the condom off, groaning at the touch, before tying it at the end. Then, he slips his jacket back on along with his slacks.

You haphazardly stand, holding onto Jason's shoulder to keep your balance. Once you gain stability, you awkwardly cough out a bye, unsure on how to make this any less weird and head back towards the fire escape. You only turn when you hear him say something. Turning on your heels, you look back at him, still in the same spot.

"I, uh, never caught your name?" He yells, his hand scratching the back of his neck.

"Didn't throw it, Jason," you shout back, making a lopsided smile grow on his face. Then, turning to go back through the fire escape, you catch a smile spread across your face as well.

Maybe being forced to attend one of Bruce Wayne's galas wasn't so bad.

a/n: jason todd = thought daughter

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[urdreamydoodles]

Bat-Family x Fem!OC

You smacks their ass as they walk past

Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne (aged up), Barbara Gordon, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, Selina Kyle & Kate Kane

Jason Todd aka. Red Hood

- You never imagined how someone like Jason Todd could hold himself with such a dangerous blend of confidence and recklessness. He walks like he owns every inch of ground he treads, his leather jacket slung over his shoulders, the red of his helmet tucked under his arm. You don’t know what possesses you when you walk past him, catching a glimpse of his lean frame and the cocky smirk tugging at his lips. Maybe it’s the sheer magnetism he exudes, or maybe you just can’t help yourself. Your hand reaches out, and you deliver a sharp, playful smack to his rear as you stride by.

- Jason freezes mid-step, his body going rigid for a split second before he turns to face you, an incredulous look spreading across his face. “Did you just—” he begins, his voice caught somewhere between outrage and amusement. But then that signature smirk of his grows wider, sharper, and his blue eyes gleam with a dangerous, playful edge. “Oh, you’re gonna regret that,” he teases, advancing toward you with a slow, deliberate menace that’s all bark and no real bite. You laugh, the sound light and carefree, because you know Jason’s ire is more for show than anything else.

- He catches you around the waist, pulling you into his arms with ease, the leather of his jacket brushing against your skin. “You’re bold, I’ll give you that,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing as his lips ghost over your ear. “But you’re not getting away with it.” There’s an edge of fondness in his tone, a warmth that softens his usual bravado. Jason Todd, the Red Hood, may wear his scars like armor, but when he’s with you, he’s softer, more human. You bring out a side of him that no one else gets to see, and he revels in the feeling of being seen by you, flaws and all.

- Later, as you sit curled up on the couch together, his hand resting casually on your thigh, he leans over and murmurs, “Next time, warn me before you do something like that. I might just enjoy it a little too much.” He grins at your surprised expression, his laughter rich and unrestrained. Jason Todd is a man of contradictions—gritty and rough around the edges, yet tender and fiercely loyal to those he loves. And in that moment, as he looks at you like you hung the moon, you know you’ll always be the exception to his every rule.

Dick Grayson aka. Nightwing

- It’s hard not to admire Dick Grayson as he moves with a fluid grace that’s almost otherworldly, every step a testament to his years as an acrobat. He’s the kind of man who lights up a room without even trying, his smile warm enough to melt the iciest of hearts. As he passes by you, his toned physique impossible to ignore, you act on a mischievous whim. Your hand darts out, delivering a quick slap to his behind, the sharp sound echoing in the quiet space.

- Dick stops in his tracks, his back straightening as he turns to face you, his expression a mix of surprise and amusement. “Did you really just do that?” he asks, his tone playful as he raises an eyebrow at you. But the corners of his lips are already twitching upward, his blue eyes sparkling with laughter. “You know I have a reputation to maintain, right? What if someone saw?” His words are teasing, but there’s no mistaking the delight in his voice.

- He crosses the room in a few quick strides, pulling you into his arms with that effortless charm of his. “You’re lucky you’re adorable,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. His hands settle on your hips, his touch warm and grounding as he looks at you with a fondness that makes your heart skip a beat. Dick Grayson has always been a people person, someone who gives his all to everyone he meets, but with you, it’s different. With you, he lets his guard down completely, his love unfiltered and true.

- Later, as the two of you sit on the rooftop, the city sprawled out before you, he leans back on his hands and chuckles. “You’ve got some nerve, you know that?” he says, glancing over at you with a grin that’s equal parts exasperated and enamored. “But I love it. I love you.” In that moment, with the stars above and his hand brushing against yours, you realize that Dick’s love is the kind that makes you feel like you’re flying, weightless and free.

Tim Drake aka. Red Robin

- Tim Drake has always been the picture of focus and determination, his mind a labyrinth of strategies and contingencies. He’s the kind of man who gets lost in his work, his attention consumed by the mysteries he seeks to unravel. But as he walks past you, his nose buried in a tablet, you decide to do something to pull him out of his reverie. With a playful grin, you reach out and smack his rear, the sound sharp and unmistakable.

- Tim freezes, his eyes widening as he processes what just happened. Slowly, he turns to face you, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush. “Did you just…?” he begins, his voice faltering as he searches for the right words. He’s flustered, his usual composure slipping as he stares at you, half-amused and half-embarrassed. “I didn’t see that coming,” he admits, a small, awkward laugh escaping him. For someone so perceptive, you’ve managed to catch him completely off-guard.

- He sets his tablet down, his curiosity piqued as he steps closer to you. “Care to explain yourself?” he asks, his tone light and teasing as he folds his arms across his chest. But there’s a softness in his eyes, a quiet affection that belies his playful demeanor. Tim isn’t one to let his guard down easily, but with you, he doesn’t have to try. You bring a sense of ease to his life, a warmth that balances out the weight of his responsibilities.

- Later, as he sits beside you on the couch, his arm draped casually around your shoulders, he glances at you and smiles. “You’re something else, you know that?” he says, his voice filled with admiration. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Tim Drake may be the genius detective, always one step ahead of everyone else, but with you, he’s just Tim—a man who’s hopelessly in love with the person who keeps him on his toes.

Damian Wayne aka. Robin (Aged up)

- Damian Wayne walks with the confidence of someone who’s spent his entire life being told he’s destined for greatness. There’s a regal air about him, a sharpness in his gaze that makes people think twice before crossing him. But as he passes by you, his posture impeccable and his expression carefully composed, you decide to test the waters of his stoic exterior. Your hand darts out, delivering a swift smack to his rear.

- He stops abruptly, his head snapping around to look at you with wide, disbelieving eyes. “Did you just…” he starts, his voice laced with both outrage and confusion. For a moment, he seems utterly at a loss, his usual composure shattered by your unexpected audacity. But then his lips press into a thin line, and he narrows his eyes at you. “You’re insufferable,” he declares, though the faint pink tinting his cheeks betrays his embarrassment.

- Damian steps closer to you, his arms crossed over his chest as he fixes you with a glare that’s more bluster than anything else. “Do you think this is some kind of joke?” he demands, his tone sharp. But there’s a flicker of something softer in his eyes, a warmth that he can’t quite hide. Damian may be the heir to the League of Assassins, but with you, he’s just a young man learning how to navigate the complexities of love and vulnerability.

- Later, as the two of you spar in the training room, he catches your wrist mid-strike, his grip firm but gentle. “You’re infuriating,” he says, his voice low and almost fond. “But I suppose I wouldn’t have you any other way.” Damian Wayne may be a warrior at heart, but when he’s with you, he allows himself to be just Damian—a boy who’s discovering that love is the greatest strength of all.

Barbara Gordon aka. Oracle / Batgirl

- Barbara Gordon is a force to be reckoned with, her mind as sharp as her combat skills. She moves with a quiet confidence, her every action deliberate and precise. As she walks past you, her auburn hair catching the light, you feel a sudden surge of mischief. Before you can think twice, your hand reaches out, delivering a playful smack to her rear.

- She stops mid-stride, her head tilting to the side as she turns to look at you, one eyebrow raised. “Really?” she says, her tone dripping with amusement. There’s a playful glint in her green eyes, and you can tell she’s already plotting her revenge. Barbara is nothing if not quick on her feet, and you know she won’t let you off the hook easily. “You realize you’ve just declared war, right?” she teases, a sly smile spreading across her face.

- Barbara steps closer, her hands resting on her hips as she looks you up and down, clearly unimpressed by your attempt to play innocent. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” she says, her voice warm and affectionate despite her mock-annoyance. With you, she allows herself to be vulnerable, to let go of the weight of being both Oracle and Batgirl. You remind her that it’s okay to laugh, to let her guard down, and to simply be herself.

- Later, as the two of you sit in front of her computer, the glow of the screens casting a soft light over her features, she leans over and presses a kiss to your temple. “You’re impossible,” she murmurs, her voice filled with affection. “But you keep things interesting.” Barbara Gordon may be a genius, a fighter, and a hero, but with you, she’s just Barbara—a woman who’s found someone who makes her feel alive in a way she never thought possible.

Stephanie Brown aka. Spoiler

- Stephanie Brown has always been a whirlwind of energy and determination, her spirit unrelenting even in the face of impossible odds. She walks past you with that carefree confidence she wears like armor, her blonde hair bouncing with every step. You can’t help but admire the way she carries herself, equal parts stubborn and radiant. Acting on impulse, you reach out and give her a playful smack on the rear as she strides by.

- She stops dead in her tracks, her head whipping around to face you. “Excuse me?” she exclaims, her voice full of mock indignation, though the corners of her lips are already curling into a mischievous smile. “Did you just Spank the Spoiler?” she asks, emphasizing her vigilante codename with a dramatic flair. Stephanie has never been one to take herself too seriously, and you can see the spark of amusement in her bright eyes as she folds her arms, pretending to be offended.

- In a flash, she’s back at your side, poking you in the ribs as she laughs. “Oh, you’re so in trouble now,” she teases, her voice light and full of affection. There’s something infectious about her laughter, a sound that seems to chase away the shadows in your life. Stephanie Brown is a fighter, yes, but she’s also someone who finds joy even in the smallest, silliest moments. She loves fiercely, and her heart is as big as her grin.

- Later, as you both sit on the couch sharing popcorn and bad movies, she nudges your shoulder and gives you a cheeky grin. “Next time, maybe warn me,” she says, her tone teasing. “Or don’t. I kind of like being caught off guard.” Stephanie leans against you, her warmth enveloping you like a cozy blanket. With her, life is always an adventure—messy, unpredictable, and full of laughter.

Cassandra Cain aka. Orphan

- Cassandra Cain moves like a shadow, her every step silent and purposeful. She walks past you with a grace that’s almost hypnotic, her petite frame radiating a quiet strength. You’ve always admired her discipline, her ability to say so much without uttering a single word. But today, you decide to shake up her composure. As she walks by, you reach out and deliver a playful smack to her rear, the sound breaking the otherwise tranquil air.

- Cassandra stops, her body going still as a statue. Slowly, she turns her head to look at you, her dark eyes wide with surprise. She blinks, clearly unsure of how to process what just happened. Then, to your delight, the faintest smile tugs at the corners of her lips—a rare and precious expression that feels like a reward in itself. “Why?” she asks simply, her voice soft but curious. It’s not anger or embarrassment, just genuine intrigue.

- You shrug, offering her a cheeky grin. “Because I couldn’t resist,” you reply, watching as her smile grows just a little wider. Cassandra doesn’t say much, but the way she steps closer, her hand brushing yours, says everything. She’s always been more comfortable expressing herself through action, and with you, she doesn’t need words to show her affection. Her trust in you is absolute, her love quiet but deeply felt.

- Later, as you sit together on the floor, her head resting on your shoulder while you read, she lifts her gaze to meet yours. “You surprise me,” she says softly, her voice filled with warmth. “It’s good.” Cassandra Cain may be the most skilled fighter you’ve ever met, but in your arms, she’s just Cass—a woman who’s learning to embrace the lighter, softer side of life.

Duke Thomas aka. Signal

- Duke Thomas strides through life with an easy confidence, his optimism shining as brightly as the sunlight he manipulates. He walks past you with a casual swagger, his golden-brown eyes warm and inviting. As he passes by, you can’t help but admire the way he carries himself—steady, resilient, and undeniably charming. Acting on a whim, you reach out and smack his rear, the playful gesture a stark contrast to his calm demeanor.

- Duke pauses, his head turning as a look of amused disbelief spreads across his face. “Really?” he says, raising an eyebrow as a slow grin tugs at his lips. “You’re bold, I’ll give you that.” There’s no annoyance in his tone, just pure, unfiltered amusement. Duke has always been good at rolling with life’s surprises, and this one is no exception. He steps closer to you, crossing his arms and tilting his head. “Should I be flattered or concerned?”

- You laugh, and the sound makes his grin widen. Duke’s hand rests lightly on your hip as he leans in, his voice dropping to a low, playful murmur. “You know, you’re going to pay for that, right?” he teases, his tone laced with affection. With you, Duke’s natural warmth grows even brighter, his easygoing nature making every moment with him feel effortless and fun. He’s the kind of man who makes you feel like the center of his world without even trying.

- Later, as the two of you watch the sunset from the rooftop, he nudges you gently with his shoulder. “You’re something else, you know that?” he says, his tone soft and sincere. “But I wouldn’t change a thing.” Duke Thomas is a beacon of light in a world full of shadows, and with you by his side, his glow only grows stronger.

Selina Kyle aka. Catwoman

- Selina Kyle is the embodiment of elegance and mischief, her every move a calculated blend of grace and seduction. She walks past you with the confidence of a queen, her hips swaying in a way that’s almost hypnotic. You can’t resist the temptation she so effortlessly exudes, and before you can think better of it, your hand darts out to smack her rear as she passes by.

- She stops, one perfectly manicured hand resting on her hip as she turns to face you, a single eyebrow arched. “Oh, darling,” she purrs, her voice smooth as silk, “you’re playing a dangerous game.” There’s no anger in her tone, only amusement, her green eyes gleaming with a predatory kind of delight. Selina loves a good challenge, and you’ve just given her the perfect excuse to turn the tables.

- She closes the distance between you in a few fluid steps, her fingers trailing lightly along your jaw as she tilts your face up to meet her gaze. “Careful,” she whispers, her lips curving into a sly smile. “I might just decide to return the favor.” Selina Kyle is a master of control, but with you, she’s willing to let go of the reins—just a little. She loves the way you keep her on her toes, the way you’re unafraid to meet her at her level.

- Later, as the two of you lounge on the balcony, the city lights twinkling below, she leans against you, her head resting on your shoulder. “You’re lucky I like you,” she says with a soft laugh, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your arm. Selina Kyle may be the infamous Catwoman, a thief who’s always one step ahead, but with you, she’s just Selina—a woman who’s found someone who can keep up with her.

Kate Kane aka. Batwoman

- Kate Kane walks with the authority of someone who’s seen it all and refuses to back down. Her stride is purposeful, her crimson hair a striking contrast against the stark black of her attire. As she passes by, her no-nonsense demeanor is enough to make most people think twice about approaching her. But not you. With a playful grin, you reach out and smack her rear, the sound sharp and deliberate.

- She stops in her tracks, her head turning slowly as she fixes you with a piercing gaze. “Really?” she asks, her tone dry but laced with amusement. “That’s how you want to play this?” There’s no real annoyance in her voice, just a hint of disbelief mixed with a begrudging smile. Kate Kane doesn’t do surprises often, but you’ve managed to catch her off guard in the best way possible.

- She steps closer, her arms crossed as she looks you up and down, clearly unimpressed by your attempt to play innocent. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that,” she says, her voice low and teasing. But there’s a warmth in her eyes, a softness she reserves only for you. Kate may be tough as nails, but with you, she allows herself to be vulnerable, to let down the walls she’s spent years building.

- Later, as the two of you sit by the fire with glasses of whiskey in hand, she leans over and presses a kiss to your temple. “You’re impossible,” she mutters, though there’s no mistaking the affection in her voice. Kate Kane may be Batwoman, a hero who stands alone in the darkest of nights, but with you, she’s just Kate—a woman who’s found a love worth fighting for.

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Selina Kyle’s younger sibling

Selina Kyle x sibling!reader

warnings:

a/n: anon ur a star thank u for bearing with me <3 it’s kind of short!!!!

prompt: anonymous: “Can I please ask for some headcannons for what it would be like being Selina Kyle’s (Patterson) younger sibling?”

selina was severely protective of you

gotham was rough, but sometimes she forgot you grew up in the same gotham

“i don’t want you walking out there alone at night” -selina

“you do it all the time, selina. i have a weapon, i’ll be fine” -you

you wanted to work with selina, but she absolutely wouldn’t let you come anywhere near the iceberg lounge

“selina, i need a good job! can’t you just put in a good word?” -you

“it’s not a ‘good job,’ y/n, you’d have a better chance working in a restaurant or a grocery store” -selina

she really was looking out for you there, that was no place for you. dealing drugs and meeting high profile men who loved power. you would have hated it

you two lived together, but she carried most of the weight of the bills

she really urged you to go to school and get out of there, but you wanted the same for her

“i’m fine where i am, kid. it’s you i’m worried about” -selina

“don’t i know it” -you

you missed your mom, maybe that’s why she stepped up the way she did

“remember when mom used to bring us to the club? falcone used to bring us stuff to draw with?” -you

“yeah, i don’t really want to think about it” -selina

“you say that, but you still have the drawings” -you

she annoyed you sometimes with her overbearing-ness, but you knew deep down she wanted what was best for you

she’d kind of stalk you when you went out with friends

and she’d swear up and down that “wasn’t her”

“i saw a pink wig” -you

“lots of people have pink wigs” -selina

she’d pick your outfits for the day

(if you like her style) she’d lend you her clothes

she never lets you leave the house without a “love you”

when you found out she was wearing a mask and sneaking out of the house, you were mortified

“you’re gonna get yourself killed!” -you

“you have no idea what i’m doing, i’m fine” -selina

“selina, i know exactly what you’re doing. i can’t live without you—i don’t know how to!” -you

her team up with the batman to avenge annika worried you greatly, but she didn’t listen to you

but you were close with her too and heartbroken to find out what happened

“just dont end up like her, selina” -you

the batman saved you one night in all of this, as you had gone off on your own to prove to selina you were capable of helping

“you need to stay away from my sister” -you

“i’m trying to help her” -batman

“help her by stopping her from getting involved in all of this” -you

“she seems like she’s been involved long before i met her” -batman

she told you about her attempt to kill falcone after he died, you were glad it wasn’t her who pulled the trigger for many reasons

but after that, she convinced you that it was time to leave gotham

“of course i’ll go with you, i’ve been dying to get out of here” -you

after a few obstacles (the flooding of gotham and assassination attempts on bella reál and batman) you were finally able to get the hell out of gotham

and say a goodbye to batman

“i guess i should thank you for being there for her” -you

“keep her out of trouble” -batman

“are you kidding? she finally thinks i can handle myself since i helped save your ass, we’re getting into trouble together” -you

“alright, y/n, let’s go before he decides to follow us” -selina

you guys settled down outside of gotham, adopted a few cats, had each others backs

and soon selina reached out to your sister sofia, a new opportunity awaits

taglist: @summersimmerus // @wild-rose-35 // @more-multifandom-of-madness // @girlmythlegend // @shepsgotthoughts // @diansaprince // @theseawakes // @locke-writes // @deanzboyfriend // @zoeyserpentluck //

[thebigbadbatswife]

Unlikely Saviour

Pairing - Selina Kyle X F!Vigilante!Reader Series - Opposites Attract

Summary - Catwoman saves you after an explosion renders you unconscious.

A/N - Starting the year off right with Selina! Enjoy 💜

Warnings - Canon Typical Violence, Explosions, Injuries, Bisexual!Reader. If I missed something, lmk

Word Count - 2.5k

There was something to be said about Arkham Asylum’s security. And whatever that was you imagined that it would be filled with many, many swears and a lot of shouting. 

Three mass breakouts in six months. It was starting to get ridiculous.

The initial night of the breakouts was always the worst. Even with all hands on deck, with so many bad guys covering the city with so much chaos, it got hard to keep up with it all.

Tonight was such a night and, after a run in with Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, you were already exhausted and wishing for an end to the night. Despite the fact that the night had just started.

Out of breath and with agony flaring from your side. There was the warm feeling of blood running down your side and you hide in the alcove of a building. You had already informed Oracle to Quinn’s and Ivy’s locations, to which she had alerted Bruce and instructed you to go and get yourself patched up.

Your wound wasn’t so severe that you needed immediate attention, but it would definitely get worse if you delayed getting to Leslie’s clinic for help.

With a hand pressed against your wound, in an attempt to slow down the blood flow, you slowly and carefully left your hiding spot. You were sure that it was safe to. The street had fallen silent since your battle and, as far as you could see, there was no one about to spot you.

The soles of your boots soon touched the side walk and you began to make your way down the street. You used the various alleyways that covered the city to make your journey both faster and safer.

As you darted from one alley to another, sprinting across the street to get back to cover, there was an ear shattering bang and a blinding flash.

Your vision went dark as the ground disappeared from beneath your feet and you became weightless. 

You groaned as you slowly came to. Your forehead was resting against the cold concrete and there was warmth trailing down the side of your face, along with a deafening ringing in your ears. Your limbs felt heavy and refused to respond to you as you tried to move. 

What the hell just happened? 

You tried to push yourself up, but your body continued to refuse. You were starting to feel like you needed to throw up. 

The next thing that you knew there were hands on your body and you were rolled onto your back for the first time since your vision went black, you cracked your eyes open.

Before you was an angel. At least, she looked like one. There was a blinding light behind her as she looked down at you. Her emeralds eyes were as vibrant as ever. Her purple painted lips were pulled into a frown as she looked down at you. The only thing she was missing was the halo and wings.

She said something, but you weren’t able to hear it. You wanted to ask her to repeat what she had said, but, much like the rest of your body, your tongue wasn’t interested with cooperating with you.

All you really wanted to do was sleep. Whether or not that was a bad idea, you didn’t know and you didn’t care.

For the first time your body decided to respond and, for the second time, your vision went black.

The first thing that you were aware of was the rhythmic beeping around you. It was contant. Never missing a beat. 

Slowly, questions started to form in your mind, the longer that you listened to it. What was making that sound? Where were you? And what exactly happened? 

With a soft noise, somewhere between a groan and a moan, you opened your eyes. Almost immediately your eyes were assaulted by bright lights, forcing you to close them again as your face scrunched up in irritation. 

You tried again. The time opening your eyes far slower. Letting them adjust to the light better instead of blinding yourself again.

With your eyes properly adjusted, you were able to see and quickly recognised the Batcave’s med-bay. You looked around for anyone to tell you what had happened, but you were completely alone. You frowned. Where was everyone? 

You laid there for a moment, staring up at the ceiling of the cave. The longer that you were awake, the more and more aware you were of the dull throb coming from the side of your skull. You definitely hit it at some point. Which would explain your difficulty in remembering what had happened to you. 

Wanting answers, and tired of waiting for someone to show up, you went to call out for someone. Bruce. Alfred. It didn’t matter. Instead you ended up coughing from how dry your throat was. Your side flared with pain as you coughed your guts up.

You cursed internally as you made a move to sit up.

Your coughing was loud enough to catch someone’s attention because as soon as you started to try and sit up, large hands were gently pushing you back down.

“Careful. You hit your head really hard.” 

You looked up to see Bruce. He was visibly concerned about you as he looked you over. His focus being on both the side of your head and the bandage wrapped around your side. 

“What do you remember?” he asked, as he adjusted your bed so that you were sitting up without straining your body.

“I, uh, I remember facing against Quinn and Ivy, getting stabbed, and then nothing,” you managed to croak before breaking into another coughing fit. What did you have to do to get some water around here? 

He nodded as he pulled away. “With how hard you hit your head, I’m not surprised you don’t remember much.” Bruce walked over to the table nearby that had a glass pitcher and a glass on it. It was filled with water, condensation sliding down the side of the pitcher indicating that it hadn’t been there for very long.

He poured you a glass and brought it over to you. As he handed it over to you, he reminded you not to drink too much at once. You rolled your eyes and accepted the glass. Bruce sat down next to your bedside and began to explain what had happened.

On your way toward Leslie’s, you had been caught in an explosion set up by Firefly. When you had hit the ground, your head had come into contact with the curb of the sidewalk and you would have been killed by Lynns had Catwoman not shown up when she did. She had put herself at risk to defeat him and made sure to contact Bruce to he could bring you here to the cave.

You struggled to believe it.

Catwoman had saved you?

What? 

Your confusion had Bruce chuckling softly. “I know, she doesn’t seem the type, does she? Cat’s always been desperate to deny it, but deep down she is a good person. It just takes a while for those walls of hers to finally come down and for that she really has to trust you. After this, I’m certain she’ll do her very best to shove you away.”

You were silent for a moment. “You know then?”

He quirked an eyebrow at you, amusement shining in his eyes. “I’m a detective. Of course I’m well aware that she’s been flirting with you and I would be a hypocrite if I told you not to get involved.”

“It doesn’t bother you?” you asked. Bruce’s on again, off again relationship with her was no secret. It wasn’t like he had bothered trying to hide it and, if he had, he had done a truly poor job a concealing it.

He shrugged. “She made it pretty clear the last time I saw her that she wasn’t interested in me anymore. And I’m not interested in getting in the way of someone else’s happiness. So don’t worry about me.”

You nodded. “So, when can I get out of here?” 

“Soon. I want to keep you here for the next couple of days to monitor you. Perhaps do another scan. Just to make sure you’re good and not going to suddenly collapse on us.”

As soon as you were given the all clear, you were back to running and jumping across rooftops. You only had one goal in mind for tonight. 

Find Catwoman. And this it wasn’t going to be with the purpose of busting her for stealing something. 

Like it always did, Gotham was only starting to recover from the damage of the breakout, and would be for another couple of months or so. None of it slowed you down. You knew this city like the back of your hand. You also knew where she would likely be stealing from, while the city began its recovery.

There was a brand new jewellery store in the Diamond District that was currently carrying a fair few pieces of cat themed jewellery, made using the rarest of gems. It was the perfect crime for her to commit. 

So if she was going to be there, then so were you.

Just as you arrived, Catwoman was leaving.

Perfect.

You fired your grapple and swung through the air, landing right in front of her. She slid to a stop and glared at you.

“I save your life and this is the thanks I get?” she hissed.

You weren’t even given a chance to reply before she was using her whip. You dived to the side to get out of the way. The crack of the whip loud in your ear as you felt the rush of air pass you. In that same split second she had spun around on her heel and was making her escape.

“Wait!” you yelled after her. “I only wanted to talk!”

She was already out of ear shot. You needed to catch up.

With your knowledge of both this part of the city as well as Catwoman and her habits, you decided to do your best to cut her off. Without wasting another second, you took off after her.

Your plan worked well and you landed right in front of her. You stretched your hand out toward her.

“Please, stop…” Once again, you weren’t given the chance to say anything else before she swiped for you, her claws glinting in the moonlight, and forcing you to dodge her again.

“You heroes just never learn, do you?”

Your side, where you had been stabbed, was still healing. So when her foot connected with your side, agony flared through you, making your vision temporarily go black from the pain.

As your vision came back, you found yourself kneeling on the roof, your hand clutching your side as you panted. From where you were knelt you watched as she sprinted away from you. 

You were badly winded and every breath hurt. You weren’t able to go after her in this state. By the time you climbed to your feet she would be long gone. With a huff, you climbed to your feet and started to make your way back home. 

You needed to wait and catch her at a later date.

That opportunity came about several weeks later. Now, mostly, healed and no longer able to be taken out with a single kick, you were hot on Catwoman’s trail again.

A large ruby was currently sat in the Gotham Museum. The museum had even gone as far as to say that the security measures they had taken to protect the ruby made it “unstealable”. It was the sort of thing you knew she wouldn’t be able to resist. 

Much like the night you had first met her, you had arrived at the museum first. She was likely going to be on the look out for you, so instead of using the conveniently placed vantage points that old buildings like this had, you decided to use the vents.

Catwoman arrived far sooner than you thought she would. She slipped in from the skylight and made getting past the security system look like child’s play.

Powder from a compact revealed the hidden lasers, while her claws sliced through the glass like a hot knife through butter. She then pulled an Indiana as she very carefully swapped the gem on the pedestal with a concrete brick.

“Come to momma,” she purred as she tucked the ruby into the backpack she had brought with her tonight. With her spoiled secured, she left the same way that she had come in. 

And you were right behind her. 

You had barely landed on the rooftop before you had to narrowly avoid her whip. Again. 

“You just don’t give up, do you hero?” Her hand was on her hip as she scowled at you.

“I just want to talk,” you replied.

Catwoman raised an eyebrow. She didn’t believe you. “That’s what they all say.” She charged toward you with a hiss. 

You defended yourself from each of her blows, but made no move to make a strike against her. Hoping that it would help you to prove your point. 

It didn’t. If anything she became more aggressive with each of her strikes. That was when you remembered what Bruce had said about her trying to shove you away. Was this what this was? 

She wasn’t going to scare you so easily.

You waited for an opening. Once it showed itself, you moved quickly. You countered a couple of her strikes before sweeping her off of her feet with your leg and pinned her to the roof.

“Enough! It’s not a trick! I really just want to talk!”

She looked at you skeptically, but finally nodded. “Fine, but let me up!”

You got off of her, and even offered your hand to help her up, but she batted it away from her. As soon as she was up on her feet, she put some distance between the two of you, but she made no move to actually escape.

“What do you want?” she snapped at you.

“I wanted to say thank you. You didn’t have to fight off Lynns and make sure Batman knew where I was. You could have left me to die, but you didn’t. So thank you.” 

The anger and annoyance disappeared from her face as she looked at you completely shocked. She hadn’t been expecting that.

“Just make sure it doesn’t happen again,” she finally said. 

Her response made you smile.

Perhaps now was the time for being bold?

You were fast on your feet. Clearing the space between you in a few quick steps and pressed your lips to her cheek. You parted and moved away from her just as quickly. 

“See you around, Cat.”

You turned away from her and leapt from the rooftop. It was your tun to leave her alone on a roof, completely stunned.

[yandere-wishes]

༺ 𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑜 𝒮𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒶 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐵𝓇𝓊𝒸𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒟𝒶𝓂𝒾𝒶𝓃'𝓈 𝒸𝓇𝓊𝓈𝒽 𝑜𝓃 𝒞𝒶𝓇𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁? ༻

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The problem with bats is that they tend to solely rely on their instincts, their carvings. They tend to forget their surroundings, that other creatures exist as much as they do.

Selina rings her arms around your frame pushing you closer, nose nuzzling your ear and cheek. Her hug only loosens when she hears the bat speak his echolocation ringing clearly through her ears.

"Daimian brought her home last, he's...he has a crush, I think."

Wasn't there some sort of new bat-eating fungus discovered in the north?

For a moment she debates asking Oswald to export in a batch or two.

"It's inevitable," Selina says, laying a bowl of food at the foot of the counter for the cats. Exhaustion seeps through her words, she speaks from experience, experience too deep to voice. "Bats are tenacious rodents, and robins are hard to kill. Mix that with demons blood and I'd say we're just about doomed." Your eyes stare up at her, even sideways, and anxious she's gorgeous. You'd always dreamed you'd grow up to be her. Inherit the claws and whip and lust for the endless shimmer.

But you're starting to think you'll never make it to that.

Not with the bird, who shows affection by breaking bones and spilling blood.

Selina doesn't like it, not fully, not utterly. She doesn't trust the boy wonder, doesn't trust a future she can not see. The boy is young and overbearing, he'll only end up trapping you within a glittering cage. Domesticating the girl he loves, satiating her by handing her pearls and diamonds and gold. He won't let her take, won't let her bleed for own life. She's seen one too many men like that, she's escaped every one of them. The bat may believe in freedom but his heir does not. And after all this time, all these years she refuses to let your sovereignty be stripped of you.

Be silent thy traitorous voices screaming sanguinity inside her wry head.

Voices that utter such affirmations, that say this is destiny, that this too must happen. Who safer than the son of the bat, the blood son at that? Freaks stick to freaks, masks, and capes, and cowls. Selina would never trust a normal man to treat you the way you deserve...

But she knows a Wayne never could either...

Selina watches as the Boy Wonder's kick nests in between your ribs. He wasted no time, swinging straight for you. Your body tumbles back, finally gaining enough momentum to filp landing on your feet, knees bent ready to pounce. Your claws tear through the flesh of his cheek, scrapping up the skin, freeing the red letting it mar the concrete. But the bird only slithers in closer, pecking your lips before, slamming his head into yours. Selina's eyes land on the bat, the darkness at the ledge, he stands immobile, as if actually watching a cat and bird fight, as if thinking this is nothing more than a cartoon playing at the drive-through theater.

She extends her whip, lashing it through the air letting the leather coil around Damian before pulling him away. The demon boy shrieks in anger, he kicks, and writhes vying for freedom. You land behind your mentor, hiding behind her. For the first time ever Selina is almost sorry her suit is so tight, sorry she can't provide more shelter.

"Can you please keep this one a leash, bats? It's starting to annoy my kitten."

Batman doesn't say anything, he only cuts away the rope and drags his son away.

"Aren't bats just rodents?" You ask arms crossed as you finally crawl out of your temporary sanctuary.

"Yes, why?" It takes Selina another moment before she finally tears her eyes away from the disappearing silhouettes in the skyline.

"So why haven't we just killed them?"

It's only back in the apartment that both you and Selina realize he took your stolen jewels too.

Selina curses she really liked that new necklace.

This could all be a cruel joke, Bruce thinks as he watches Damian sulking on his bed, arms crossed. Robin suit still on.

After all, what's funnier than the son you unknowingly sired with your ex-lover falling so madly in love with the adopted daughter of your complex midnight affair, who you may or may not be madly in love with...

Bruce can't think of one,

He doesn't even think Joker could come up with anything better.

Or worst.

He's too tired to fully tell.

"Hey, Bruce?" Tim asks, poking him with the sharp end of a frame. "Can you hand him this when he's done brooding? I'd go in but I need my bones intact for the next few days." Bruce sighs, taking the frame from Tim and inspecting it with worry. Sure enough, it's a picture of you crouching in an ally, stalking some prey or another.

He can't help but think his sons are progressively getting worse.

Regardless Bruce leaves the frame in Damian's room.

When he closes the door a little pride bubbles in his chest.

Bruce knows that freaks stick to freaks.

Masks, and capes, and cowls.

Who better to understand you than another who wears your endeavors?

Who can love an anomaly if not for another anomaly?

Bruce leaves, missing how the young heir, gently kisses your photo.

Running his hands across your photo, muttering a silent, simple 'I love you'.

Damian pricks his finger on his tooth.

Drawing a bloody heart around your face.

"You'll be mine my love" he promises.

He swears it on his cape and cowl.

He swears it on his lineage.

Tumblr keeps eating my asks when I try to answer 😭😭

But anyway heyy Anon, so to answer your question:

Selina is torn because she wants you to be free and live the life you want. This includes picking who you fall in love with and how the two of you spend your lives together. She finds Damian's obsession annoying, if not dangerous. She knows he'll try to "domesticate" you, to make you into nothing more than his doll. And really she just wants to buy you as much time as possible to be free. However, she also knows, deep down, that the only person who can really understand you is another "freak" whether a rogue or a hero. Someone who knows what it's like to wear a second skin. She just really wants you to pick who that "freak" is.

Bruce on the other hand is simultaneously proud and amused. A part of him really really understands why Damian would fall in love with Catgirl. It just goes to show how similar Damian is to him. A chip off the old block if you will. He also shares both Damian's perspective of seeing this all as legacy, as passing on the torch, feeling like in a way Damian is really ready to step in as the next Batman if need be. He however also shares Selina's perspective of "freaks" being with "freaks", really approving of his son falling for someone with obsessions and desires, someone twisted like they are.

[promise-of-july]

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