#Terry McGinnis Imagine

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: for @princessbrunette.

“How’re you feelin’, princess?” TERRY McGINNIS’s big hands grapple at your flesh, touching anything in his reach. Keeping you steady as you work. His tip brushes a particularly sensitive spot inside you, drawing a sharp gasp through your parted lips. “Yeah, is that right?” he teases, that dimpled grin stretching onto his handsome features in the dim light. Your palms brace on his shoulders as you roll back and forth, massaging your insides with him.

“Terr, I’m getting tired.” you whisper in a plea, squeezing your eyes shut. His fingers clench into your skin, and you emit a little noise, intensifying as he lifts you up.

“Here, let me help you out.” As he pushes you back down, he tenses his pelvis, and it forces his tip in a little deeper than otherwise. Gradually, from dribbling you on his cock, his hands creep up from your hips to your underarms, picking you up to slam you back down. Using gravity and the mechanism in your own thighs, he makes you ride him harder while you mewl like a little kitty. Every sheath elicits a choked sound of pain, but he knows it’s a good kind of hurt. The kind that comes from his head kissing your cervix. “Wanna cum? Wanna cum just from this?” The web of his thumbs digs into your under arms from the strength of his hold on you, fucking up into you as he controls your movements. “Love your little tits like this… look at ‘em. Does it hurt when they do that?” The fat of your chest bounces with your motion, all sore. You can’t even open your eyes, but what he said in awe reverberates through your head and your pussy slicks around him.

[amidst-wonderland]

i've decided i'm going to do a complete revamp of collateral damage. following through terry and delia's relationship to what would've been the initial part two of collateral damage. i'm going to try aim it's release for january as i'm aiming for 20k word count.

i've been replaying arkham city and i honestly love the world building in those games, so it's very much going to lead on from them still (i probably won't mention it, but tim + babs won't be a thing, nor will the 'canon' babs + bruce from beyond).

[concha-de-mar]

i love how when Terry learns that Bruce Wayne is Batman instead of doing the sensible thing, like not pissing Batman off, he decides to steal the man’s suit

[puppetmaster13u]

You know what I want to write. Like even a oneshot or something. Imagine for a moment, some sort of timeline where Terry and Matt Mcginnis exist, but Bruce still has all the children he does in canon. So a lot of children.

Now bring in Terry and Matt, but make them far smaller children than Bruce has had to deal with before. I am talking toddlers or near. Bruce now has to try and raise a literal toddler and baby with his childrens' insisted help.

[your-local-simp-writers]

Movie Night

Word Count: 1775

Warnings: None

Terry Mcginnis x Fem!Reader ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The evening air felt fresh and inviting as you walked up to Terry’s house, a feeling of excitement bubbling in your chest. After a long week filled with chaotic school projects and endless responsibilities, spending a quiet night with him felt like the perfect antidote. His house was a small but cozy place, nestled in a quiet neighborhood that was a stark contrast to the bustling streets of Neo-Gotham. The porch was adorned with a couple of potted plants that Terry’s mother tended to meticulously. Their vibrant colors popped against the muted backdrop of the house, and as you stepped onto the porch, you noticed a few toys scattered about.

You knocked gently on the door, and within moments, it swung open to reveal Terry with his signature grin, his dark hair tousled, and a hint of mischief in his deep-set eyes. “Hey! You made it!” he exclaimed, stepping aside to let you in.

“Of course! Wouldn’t miss a movie night with my favorite people,” you teased, nudging him playfully as you stepped inside. The familiar scent of popcorn filled the air, mingling with the faint notes of laundry detergent and Terry’s signature cologne. The living room was vibrant and cluttered, a mix of family life and boyhood chaos—colorful cushions were strewn across the oversized couch, and a few action figures littered the coffee table.

“Matt is just finishing up some cereal,” Terry said, motioning toward the kitchen. You could hear the faint sound of a cartoon playing in the background, the cheerful voices of animated characters providing a lively backdrop to the evening.

“Spaghetti Monsters!” came a cheerful shout from the kitchen. You chuckled, shaking your head at the title. “I can’t believe he’s still into that show.”

“Hey, it’s a classic,” Terry defended with a grin as he led you through the small hallway into the kitchen. Matt was perched at the table, a bowl of cereal in front of him, his little hands clutching a spoon, and wearing a superhero cape that flapped as he bounced in his chair.

“Y/N! You came!” Matt exclaimed, his face lighting up with joy. You knelt beside him, ruffling his hair affectionately.

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss hanging out with you guys. Did you save the world again today?” you asked, a smile spreading across your face as you took in his excitement.

Matt nodded vigorously, puffing out his chest proudly. “I fought off the Spaghetti Monster and saved the city!”

“Impressive!” you said, your eyes sparkling with laughter. “What’s the plan for tonight, then? More monster-fighting, or are we switching to movies?”

“Movies!” he declared, before shoving another spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

Terry crossed his arms, leaning against the counter with an amused expression. “And what makes you think you’re allowed to stay up for a scary movie, young man?”

“Because I’m brave!” Matt replied with all the conviction of a five-year-old superhero.

“You’re brave, huh? I don’t know about that,” Terry said, raising an eyebrow playfully. “What do you think, Y/N? Should we let this brave little guy watch a slasher film?”

You exchanged a mischievous glance with Terry. “Only if he promises to keep the lights on and sleep with his cape. We can’t have any nightmares ruining our movie night.”

Matt nodded eagerly, his mouth full of cereal again. “I promise!”

As you settled into the living room with Terry and Matt, the atmosphere felt warm and inviting. The walls were adorned with family photos, capturing moments of laughter and love. Matt's little drawings were pinned up next to a chalkboard covered in doodles, and there was a sense of joy that radiated from every corner of the room. Terry’s mom moved gracefully through the space, tidying up as she glanced over at you with a welcoming smile.

After a few minutes, Terry scooped Matt up effortlessly and carried him to his room as he began to yawn, clearly fighting against sleep. “Alright, buddy. Time for bed,” Terry said softly, tucking Matt in with a gentle hand.

“I don’t want to sleep!” Matt protested, his eyes still wide with energy, but it was clear that he was losing the battle.

“You don’t have to sleep. Just rest, and I’ll come back in a little while,” Terry reassured him, planting a kiss on his forehead. As Terry left the room, you felt a swell of warmth in your chest. Watching him with his brother was one of your favorite things about him; he was so patient and loving, and it was a side of him that revealed a depth you adored.

When he returned, the couch felt emptier without Matt's bubbly energy, but it also felt like a blanket of calm had settled over the room. “Now, where were we?” Terry asked, flopping down onto the couch beside you, the cushions sinking under his weight.

“We were about to watch a horror classic!” you replied, reaching for the remote and clicking on the movie. The screen flickered to life, and the opening credits rolled, casting an eerie glow across the room.

“Just so you know, I’m totally prepared for this,” Terry said, leaning back confidently. “I’ve watched like three of these this week. I’m practically a pro.”

You shot him a playful look. “Oh, really? Just remember, if you scream, I’m never going to let you live it down.”

“Please, as if I would scream,” he scoffed, though you could see the hint of challenge in his eyes.

As the movie unfolded, you both became engrossed in the plot, the tension building on screen. You could feel Terry's body tense beside you during particularly scary moments, and you found yourself leaning into him, seeking comfort. “Why do they always split up?” you exclaimed during a ridiculous scene where the characters made a dangerous decision. “That’s just asking for trouble!”

“Right?” Terry replied, laughing. “It’s like they want to get picked off one by one. I mean, who thought that was a good idea?”

The banter continued, punctuated by gasps and laughter as you both made fun of the characters’ choices. You leaned in closer as the movie reached a particularly tense moment, feeling a thrill run through you. Terry’s arm found its way around your shoulders, and you could sense the warmth radiating from him.

When the film hit a climactic moment, you gasped, instinctively clutching onto his arm. “Oh my gosh, did you see that?”

Terry laughed, his laughter warm and infectious. “You were right! That was definitely unexpected. I thought for surethat the killer was going to come from the left, not the right!” he finished, his voice filled with excitement.

You both laughed, and as the tension of the movie ebbed, you felt the comfort of the moment settle in. The glow of the screen flickered across Terry’s face, highlighting the playful spark in his eyes. He turned to you, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “You know, I think you’re more invested in this than I am.”

“Can you blame me?” you replied, trying to sound indignant, though the grin on your face betrayed your amusement. “You might be the one who screams first.”

“Not a chance!” he declared confidently, but there was a flicker of mischief in his gaze.

As the film progressed, the mood shifted; the story grew darker and the stakes higher. You felt your heart race, and in a particularly suspenseful scene, you leaned a little closer to Terry, your shoulder brushing against his. He didn’t pull away; instead, his arm tightened around you, pulling you in just a fraction more. The warmth of his body felt like a shield against the chill creeping in through the night.

“Okay, I might scream if something jumps out right now,” he admitted, his voice low and conspiratorial. You could see the tension building in his shoulders as the suspense hung thick in the air.

“Let’s make a deal: if you scream, I’ll throw popcorn at you,” you offered, trying to lighten the mood.

“Deal!” he laughed, his eyes dancing with playful challenge.

The movie reached a climax, and as the action intensified, you both gasped together at a sudden scare, your fingers instinctively intertwining. You hadn’t meant to hold his hand, but the moment felt so right, as if it was the natural conclusion to the playful banter and the building tension.

Terry turned to look at you, and for a heartbeat, everything else faded away—the movie, the room, the world outside. Just you and him, caught in this shared moment. “I think we both just screamed,” he said, his voice a little breathless, a teasing smile spreading across his face.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Maybe just a little.”

With a small shift, he faced you more fully, his expression softening. “Thanks for being here. I know it’s been a crazy week for both of us, but it feels nice to just… be.”

You nodded, your heart swelling. “Yeah, it really does. I’ve missed this.”

He took a moment, studying your face as if trying to read your thoughts. The warmth of his gaze made your cheeks flush, and you felt a mix of comfort and excitement course through you. “You know,” he began, his tone serious yet gentle, “you make everything feel a little less chaotic.”

“Is that so?” you teased, though his words hit home.

“Definitely. Just being around you makes me forget about the craziness, even if it’s just for a little while,” he confessed, a hint of vulnerability in his voice that made your heart race.

You squeezed his hand lightly, the touch electric yet soothing. “I feel the same way. You’ve got this way of making everything better, even when things are rough.”

As you both fell quiet, the movie played on in the background, the sounds of suspense intermingling with your shared silence. Terry’s thumb brushed against your hand, and you could feel the warmth radiating from his touch, steady and reassuring.

“Can we do this more often?” he asked suddenly, breaking the silence but keeping his gaze steady on yours.

“Absolutely,” you replied, a smile spreading across your face. “I’d love that.”

The film’s tension faded into a gentle rhythm as you both became lost in each other’s eyes, the world outside fading away once more. As the closing credits began to roll, you realized this night was about more than just a movie; it was a moment of connection, a night to remember.

And just like that, the screen faded to black, but the warmth of the evening lingered, wrapping around you like a cozy blanket, promising more nights like this to come.

[rockytheluver]

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[uncpanda]

Found Out

AN: The Law and Order SVU and Batman crossover no one, absolutely no one asked for, but I still wrote. Cause I can ;)

Warnings: Mentions of serial killers. Nothing graphic.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

For being some of the smartest, most intelligent, detectives in the world, the superheros in your life are fairly oblivious. And on some level you’re really thankful for that. It allows you the freedom to do your job without their henpecking. 

On the opposite side of the spectrum, the people you work with, your second family, are some of the kindest, most intelligent, and hardworking detectives you’ve ever met, but they’re also oblivious to the fact that you’re married to a billionaire. 

You had never really meant to keep the worlds separate. It had started off innocent enough, you’d joined NYPD as a beat cop while Bruce was out studying to become the Bat. And when he got home you’d spent every spare minute helping him. Between that and the company he’d been too exhausted to ask anything other than a few questions about your job. He knew you worked for a large organization in NYC and that was it. He trusted you. And the boys were just as oblivious as their father. The only person who knew was Alfred. He’d been the once to come to your graduation from the academy while Bruce was still away. 

On the flip side, your SVU family knew very little about your home life. They knew you were married, they knew you had kids, but they didn’t know how many. After all, you’d only had the two pregnancies; Terry and Matt had both been big but welcome surprises. Then again ALL of your boys were surprises. And you had perfected your technique of avoiding the paparazzi for both SVU and Gotham High Society. 

Honestly, in your mind, there was no reason at all for your two worlds to meld. When you were at home, you took care of your family; when you were at work you tried really hard not to think of them, because despite crime fighting, you didn’t want them anywhere near these types of crimes. 

Of course, nothing lasts forever, but you figure twenty years is a good run, especially when Bruce is driving Dick away for his desire to be a cop. You watch them go back and forth for hours, before you finally step in. There are groans from the other boys about stopping the fight while Cass just grins, and you ignore all of them. 

“You’re going to stop this right now Bruce Wayne.” 

His eyes are hard, his jaw is set, “You don’t understand Y/N.” 

Out of the corner of your eye you watch Alfred roll his eyes in exasperation, “I understand better than anyone here.” 

His hands go to his hips, and you know he’s about to dig a very deep hole for himself, “Sweetheart, I love you, and I know you work the computers from time to time, but this is different. There are guns involved and he’d have to work inside the system.” 

“So?” 

“You can’t do both; there’s too much to hide.” 

You smile sweetly at him, “I don’t know, I’ve been doing both for the past twenty years. Then again, I suppose it might be different for me since I just worked the computers for a while.” 

He blinks at you, and you know he’s connecting the dots. You ignore him, and turn to your oldest, his eyes wide, “While I understand you wanting to do Bludhaven, if you want to do NYPD, we can drive into the city together. Let me know, I have more than a few favors I can call in.” 

Tim is the first to voice the statement, “You’re a cop?” 

You shrug, “First grade detective, but I’m taking the sergeants exam in a few weeks.” 

Jason stares at you, “Seriously? Are you joking right now?” 

“I joined when I was twenty. I’d finished college early thanks to AP classes, went in as a beat cop, and after five years I became a detective. I’ve been working at SVU for the past fifteen years. They’re like my family away from home.”  

You can tell there are more questions, but no one seems brave enough to ask them. You start to head out of the room, when Bruce asks, “Why did you hide it?” 

You pause and turn to him, “I didn’t. You just never asked.” 

As you leave you hear Alfred ask, “Would you like a shovel for the hole you’re digging sir, or should I just make up the couch for you?” 

You go  wait in your room, and lie down on the bed. A few minutes later Bruce comes in, and you look at each other. His brow is furrowed, eventually he asks, “Why didn’t you tell me? How could I not have known?” 

You smile at him, “I didn’t want you to know Bruce. I was on my own path, and I knew you would worry. At the start I told myself I would tell you eventually, but. . . you were so involved with Batman and you were doing so much good . . . I didn’t want to add to your stress. You were barely sleeping three hours a night at that point. 

“Then we Dick, and I considered telling you but he needed us to focus on him, and after a while it became easier to excuse it. It became my secret identity. Are you mad?” 

He lets out a laugh, “I dress up as a bat, and fight crime as a vigilante. I don’t think I can be mad. I think I’m worried.”

“About?” 

“Us drifting apart, not knowing you?” 

You shrug, “I’m me Bruce. I just also happen to be a cop. I see a lot of bad stuff, everyday. The last thing I want when I come home is to talk about it. Same as you guys. When I’m home I want to be happy, but if you want to know I’ll tell you on one condition.” 

He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, after a moment he asks, “What’s the condition?” 

“You can’t involve Batman. NYPD is not Gotham PD.” 

He nods after a minute. The two of you spend the night talking, you tell him about some close calls, you tell him about the one life you’d been forced to take, you tell him about your frustration. You tell him about Liv and Elliot, and how Elliot leaving crushed Liv, but she rose from the ashes to become a lieutenant. You tell him about Munch and Cragen, both of whom have retired. You tell him about Finn, Rollins, Amaro, Carisi, Dodds and Barba. It’s nearly six in the morning by the time you’re finished. 

“And that’s the majority of it.” 

You’re both lying on the bed staring at each other. Bruce has been largely silent, he’d skipped patrol, and only asked a few questions. A part of you wonders when his anger will hit; it doesn’t. Instead he says, “I am so freaking proud of you,” and then he kisses you. And you can’t help but think, that in a normal marriage, a normal family, this would have been a big deal, it would have broken them. In your family though? It’s another day. 

You call out of work that day to catch up on sleep and spend the day with your family. The boys come up with a bunch of reasons as to why they should have realized you were a cop. 

“You work really weird hours.” 

“You never wore heels to work.” 

“You never wore dresses either, come to think of it?” 

“Is this why we own a penthouse in NYC?” 

Jason is the one who asks, “Where do you keep your gun? I thought those weren’t allowed in the house?”

“You don’t need to worry about it. It’s locked up.” Logically, you know each of your boys knows how to use a gun, mainly for the purpose of knowing how to disarm someone holding a gun. You still don’t want them anywhere near it. For that reason, it’s kept in a DNA safe in Alfred’s room. 

When you go back to work the next day, you have your gun and badge on your hip. All of the men in your life focus on it. Bruce corners you in the kitchen as you’re pouring coffee into a travel mug and whispers, “You look sexy as hell with the badge.” 

You laugh, and then you kiss him. You’re the one who drops Cass, Tim, Damian, Terry, and Matt off at school. Jason is in college, and he drives himself. Dick is still contemplating his options. 

The fact that your family knows makes things a lot easier a few weeks later when Carl Rudnick and Greggory Yates escape from prison. You can hear the worry in Bruce’s voice, when he begs you to be safe and not do anything risky. You snort at that and he chuckles, “I know, I’m a hypocrite, but I’m your hypocrite.” You roll your eyes, because the big doofus, is in fact, yours. You also know he’s keeping a close watch on the man hunt. 

Three days later Rudnick is back in custody, but Yates is still on the run, back to Chicago you’re pretty sure. You’ve gotten maybe five hours of sleep total in those days? You’re exhausted, but you have reports to fill out, and Chief Dodds, the commissioner and a whole bunch of brass are hanging around. 

You’re in hour three of doing paperwork, when you hear whispers. Your eyes flicker up to find your husband smiling at  you from across the room. He’s holding a doggy bag full of food, he’s dressed in a suit that costs thousands of dollars, and you know that people recognize him. 

Finn leans forward, “What the hell is Bruce Wayne doing here?” 

You hear Carisi whisper, “Maybe he’s dating Leiu?” 

You can’t help it, you burst out laughing, because you sometimes forget it’s not common knowledge that Bruce is married, despite the ring on his finger. You avoid galas with the best of them after all. You call it the Batman tax; Bruce can fight crime and you don’t have to show up to stuffy dinner parties.  

Bruce smiles at the laughter, before approaching your desk, he settles into the chair next to your desk. “Really? No pictures of me or the kids?” 

You scoff, “Work stays at work, home stays at home.” 

He frowns, “I’m getting you pictures.” 

You don’t argue with him, “What are you doing here?” 

“I brought you food. Alfred and I figured you hadn’t eaten.” 

“I haven’t had anything outside of vending machine junk in days.” 

He scoffs, “What happened to taking care of ourselves?” 

You shrug, “I’ve been hunting serial killers.” 

His face goes serious, “But you’re okay?” 

“As okay as I can be. They got a few more people, our sergeant took a bullet to the shoulder, Rudnick is back in prison, but Yates is headed only God knows where.” 

His fingers twitch, and you know he’s itching to do something, but he can’t. He can’t get involved in this too. He has all of Gotham to worry about and thanks to the league, sometimes he has to worry about the world. 

He lets out a breath, “Can I join you while you eat?” 

“Yes. You can catch me up on the goings at home.” You lead him past your shocked colleagues, and a room full of shocked officials in Liv’s office and to the breakroom. While you eat, Bruce assures you that the boys are fine, but Damian apparently butchered the hedges again. Clark was apparently being a pain in his ass too. The man of steel wanted your family to come to Kansas for Thanksgiving. 

“I’ll probably have to work, use that as an excuse.” 

Bruce grins, “This job has perks.” 

You lean forward and peck his lips, “Lots of them.” 

When you’re finished you stand up to leave and there is a room watching the two of you. You sigh, and Bruce mutters, “It’s good to know the vultures remain consistent.” 

Chief Dodds is about to step forward and ask a question when you step towards Olivia, “Bruce this Liv. She’s saved my ass more than once over the years. Liv, this is my husband Bruce, remember I talked about him?” 

She grins, “Yes, but you failed to mention he was Bruce Wayne.” 

You feign nonchalance, “Did I? Hmmm.” 

Bruce smiles, it’s the one that has everyone jumping to meet his every need, the one that says he’s as innocent as a choir boy, and he would be your best friend if you let him. You smirk at him while he shakes Liv’s hand, “Thanks for watching her back. The boys and I appreciate it.” 

That’s when Finn steps forward, “That right, you guys have a huge family, right?” 

Bruce’s brow furrows in fake concentration, “We have Dick who is twenty, Jason is eighteen, Cass is Fifteen, Tim is fourteen, Damian is ten, Terry is six, and Matt is four.” He looks at you, “How’d I do?” 

“Perfect score.” 

“We have a full house, but it’s nice.” 

You nod, “Let me walk you out.” 

You make sure Bruce gets to his car, you kiss him, and promise you’ll be home by morning. Once he’s gone you head back up to find everyone waiting on you, it’s Finn who declares, “You have some explaining to do.” 

You sigh, life was easier when no one knew anything. 

[bookwormlover10]

Don't know if anyone has done this yet. But here you go

[the-imaginative-hobbyist]

25 years of Batman Beyond.

[wolfsbanesparks]

Old man Bruce Wayne being held hostage. On one hand, he's a hard ass and no one could intimidate him. Just being perfectly grouchy while the bad guys plan is falling apart. Played for laughs. On the other hand, "kill another hero or your sugar daddy gets it" to Terry...and have Bruce encourage Terry to leave him dead? That his life isn't worth all the good the newer guys do? Heartbreaking. Bruce waiting out the clock for his medicine so they don't have to choose and the baddies lose their leverage.

That would be such a heartbreaking scene, but I can see Bruce being willing to die (especially if it was a choice between him and another person).

Terry wouldn't want to let him die, and especially not when it was on him to save him. And he wouldn't really listen to Bruce if he thought he had another choice.

But Bruce planning for his own death using his medicine or lack there of as a means of taking that choice out of Terry's (or the villain's) hands is exactly something he would do.

Either way it would be so sad, but thematically I think it would be great, giving Bruce a meaningful death that highlights his strategic mind and his desire to help others even when he's not physically able to be Batman anymore.

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

TERRY McGINNIS likes those ripped tights. Fishnets or old leggings, he likes them ruined. Barely comprehensible as stockings, a mess of tangled strings striping your perfect legs. While he drives his boss’s car he’s got a hand on your thigh, stroking the scratchy material and smoothing over the fat that protrudes out. When he’s feeling playful, he’ll trace the circle of exposed skin on purpose until you smack his hand for tickling. He likes them especially when he gets to tear them even more. Your body underneath him, waiting for him to get your clothes out of the way but he impatiently hooks his fingers into the netting and rips it apart in a swift motion. Your hole now easily accessible as he clambers onto you.

You have half a mind to scold him, but the notion dissolves at the sound of his belt. A bundle of nerves in the pit of your stomach jerks in anticipation at the sound of him shimmying out his dick, guiding it with a big hand on the base. To keep you spread, he leans onto the inside of your thigh, further folding your leg over yourself, and you hear the slow rip of the fabric from his weight. “Bet you’re still gonna wear these.” he tells you, voice low and husky from effort as he nudges your slit with his tip, searching for the give.

“Of course, I will.” you reply, concealing your unsteady breath as you focus on relaxing yourself. You gasp when his head pushes in.

“Yeah?” he questions amusedly, that stupid grin of his meeting your gaze when he picks up his head to look at you. “You gonna think of me every time?” With the inquiry, he bounces his hips, balancing on his knees and hand on your thigh, sinking into you only a couple inches each time. Your brows upturn, the sting of being stretched hopelessly controlling your features, delicately skewing them as you nod to him. “Every time a breeze hits this pussy under those little skirts you wear, you’re gonna think of me. Not that there was much to begin with—“

You clutch onto his bunched up jeans at his hips, pulling him forward to get that extra inch in. “Shut up and just fuck me, McGinnis.”

“Can’t believe you’re gonna walk around pussy-out for me.” he keeps goading you on, that sick grin of his defining his dimples and his sharp canines that glint in the low light. Each piston in, he gets deeper and deeper. The sensation of it causes your eyes to grow heavy, clinging onto his clothes to keep yourself grounded.

“You think… I’m- I’m not covering this up with some… some panties?”

Pushing all the way in, you can’t help but whine. He waits til you’re done complaining. “Not if you’re runnin’ with me, you’re not.”

[archivedjuice]

[miraculousbatofold]

Could you imagine. Future Damian who is chill as hell and not focused on being Batman bc of character growth meeting the present Batfam and just throwing them for a loop. Plus the realization that, yes, Bruce will end up with another kid eventually despite the thought that they believed Damian would be the last

Batfamily time travel encounter but it's just a nice timeline.

Dick: So you're not Batman?

Future!Damian: Why would I do that to myself?

Dick: You know what? Fair.

Steph:... There's no Batman?

Future!Damian: There is a Batman. It's just not me.

Tim: Who is it then?

Future!Damian *shrugs* : Terry.

Jason: Oh okay, Terry. Cool.

Future!Damian:

Jason: Who the fuck is terry?

[your-local-simp-writers]

Masks and Revelations

Word Count: 801

Warnings: None

Terry Mcginnis x Fem!Reader ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The crisp October air was filled with the scent of fallen leaves and the distant laughter of children planning their trick-or-treat routes. You had always loved Halloween, the one time of year when everyone could be someone else, if only for a night. This year, you had a special surprise for your significant other, Terry McGinnis.

You slipped into your Batgirl costume, the fabric hugging your form like a second skin. The cowl was the final piece, and as you looked at yourself in the mirror, a thrill ran through you. Terry, with his love for all things Batman, would never see it coming.

Meanwhile, Terry was in his room, struggling with a decision. Halloween was complicated for him, given his nightly escapades as Batman. He chuckled at the irony of it all—here he was, trying to choose a costume when he already had the most authentic one at home.

A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. “Terry, are you ready yet?” his brother’s voice called out, muffled by the wood between them.

“Just a minute, Matt!” Terry replied, finally settling on a simple Robin costume. It wasn’t the real deal, but it was close enough.

When you arrived at Terry’s doorstep, Matt greeted you first, his eyes wide with excitement. “Wow, you look just like Batgirl, Y/N!” he exclaimed, twirling in his mini Batman costume.  Matt, the mini Batman of the house, was running around, his cape fluttering behind him as he practiced his best superhero poses. 

You laughed, ruffling his hair. “And you make a perfect Batman, Matt. Is your brother ready?”

Matt nodded eagerly, and as Terry stepped out, you couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of him in the Robin costume. “I thought I’d keep it in the family,” he said with a grin, taking in your Batgirl outfit.

You teased Terry about his choice of costume. “I never took you for a sidekick,” you said, a playful glint in your eye.

Terry just smiled, a secret dancing behind his eyes. “You’d be surprised,” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the sound of child laughter. Terry’s arm slipping around your waist.

“Happy Halloween, Y/N,” he whispered, and you leaned into him, feeling the contours of his costume against your own.

“Happy Halloween, Terry,” you replied, unaware of the true depth behind his mask, the real hero that stood beside you.

“Alright, team,” you announced, “let’s get these pumpkins carved. Batgirl and her sidekicks can’t have a dull doorstep on Halloween!”

Matt was the first to dive into the task, his small hands scooping out pumpkin guts with a look of fierce concentration. “I’m gonna make the scariest face ever!” he declared, his eyes alight with the excitement that only a child on Halloween could possess.

Terry leaned over to whisper in your ear, “I bet he’s going to give us a run for our money.”

You smiled, taking up your own carving tools. “We’ll just have to step up our game then, won’t we?”

As the three of you worked on your pumpkins, the front porch became a canvas of creativity and laughter. Terry was meticulous in his carving, creating a bat symbol that looked almost professional. You went for a more traditional approach, crafting a grinning jack-o’-lantern that seemed to reflect the joy of the evening.

Matt looked between the two of you, his eyes wide. “You guys are so good at this!” he exclaimed, his own pumpkin taking shape under his determined hands.

“You’re not so bad yourself, little man,” Terry said, ruffling his brother’s hair. “That’s going to be one spooky pumpkin.”

Once the carving was done, you all stepped back to admire your handiwork. The pumpkins were lined up on the steps, their candles casting a warm glow against the darkening sky.

Terry wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. “Not bad for a night’s work,” he said, pride evident in his voice.

Matt bounced on the balls of his feet, eager to show off your creations to the neighborhood. “Can we go trick-or-treating now?” he asked, his voice tinged with impatience.

You laughed, nodding. “Yes, we can go now. But first, let’s get a picture of the Bat-family with their pumpkins.”

The three of you huddled together, the camera capturing the moment perfectly—a snapshot of Halloween happiness.

As the night progressed, you, Terry, and Matt wandered the neighborhood, collecting candy and compliments on your costumes. The air was filled with the sounds of Halloween—shrieks, laughter, and the rustling of leaves.

It was a night of masks and merriment, of heroes in costume and the simple joy of being together. And though you didn’t know Terry’s secret—that he was the real Batman—it didn’t matter. Because tonight, he was just Terry, your Robin, and that was more than enough.

[but-a-humble-goon]

It's a really good thing Cass and Terry don't co-exist in the same universe because can you imagine Cass finding out Bruce gave the Batman mantle to literally just some guy he's never met who walked in and swiped the Batsuit one time instead of her.

Terry: Hey, Terry Mcginnis aka Batman. They tell me you're the world's biggest badass or something. Cass: [glaring wordlessly at him radiating pure hatred with an intensity that could boil water] Terry: Is she uh... always like this? Bruce: Yes.

[garpen]

Damian Wayne & Terry McGinnis

There's this tiktoker (leaf_sprout) who made a video about Jason meeting Terry McGinnis and their dynamic, which has just been making me think about the potential of Terry meeting other members of the family.

In Batman Beyond, Bruce is in his 70's. Let's just say 70 flat. In my mind, in my mind that could have the rest of the family be at these ages:

Dick (55), Jason (50), Cass (50), Tim (47), Duke (44), Damian (40), and then Terry (16).

Thinking about the ages, specifically Damian's, makes me wonder about possible dynamics between the two, and suddenly I NEED someone to write a fic about the two. Because JUST IMAGINE IT.

Damian is probably away somewhere out of the country when Brue first meets Terry. Then when Damian does meet Terry, Bruce has already decided he will take up the mantle.

By this time Damian has already decided long ago not to become Batman. Either because he chose to make his own hero identity that better reflects his personality/methods (like the rest of his siblings). Or maybe he decided that he’d rather mentor/train the nextgen of heroes since he recognizes his skills would be great being used to guide/support others (he’s trained members of the LoA, so I think it would be great to see him mentoring the younger gen like his father did with him and his siblings). Both reasons, actually, both reasons are great.

Anyway, when they first meet, Damian is of course skeptical. Damian may have helped train/mentor heroes before, but this time was different, this time it was an outsider coming into his family. He sees Terry as nothing more than a young, inexperienced hero, an outsider who hasn’t earned his place in his family (yet). To Damian, the title of Batman is not to be taken lightly or taken without the necessary dedication and an adequate amount of prep. So he tests the kid; tests his methods, decisions, and capabilities in combat and strategy. Their initial dynamic is tense because of this.

However, Terry’s determination, skills, willingness to learn and adapt, and his need to prove himself worthy of the mantle, would eventually earn Damian’s respect. This leads to Damian finding himself mentoring him (because realistically Bruce is 70 and may be able to be his guy in the chair, but the more physical training/guidance would be difficult).

Damian's training and high standards help push Terry to his limits, allowing him to grow stronger and more skilled. Whereas Terry would likely challenge Damian’s more traditional methods and ideas, leading to mutual growth between the two. Their relationship would be full of respect, mentorship, and an opportunity for emotional growth for both of them, learning from each other's strengths and weaknesses.

Eventually, as time goes on, this mentorship/dynamic could evolve with Damian taking up a paternal role as Damian starts to see parts of himself in Terry.

In this new dynamic, Damian becomes protective and concerned over Terry’s well-being, in a way a father would be, which is new to him, leading to even more growth. Terry’s youthfulness bring out a softer side to Damian. Damian, in turn, provides wisdom, experience, and a guiding hand in his journey, giving Terry a strong and reliable person to depend on.

Together they work on having Terry re-build the legacy of Batman.

Anyways I'm kinda just in love with the idea now of the two meeting and developing a father son/relationship (despite them being technically siblings).