#Terry McGinnis x reader

[yandere-wishes]

.ᐟ𖹭~ Ciao Amore ~𖹭.ᐟ

⭒⌒★ Yandere!Batfamily x CatFam!Reader ★⌒⭒

゜。♡ 𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒱𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒'𝓈 𝒟𝒶𝓎 ♡ ｡ ゜

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𓆩☾𓆪 Nightwing - Dick Grayson | بالشب - دیک گریسون

Dick kisses each candy heart before pushing it past your lips. His smile is saccharine, the lite of his voice pure sugar. His presence gives you cavities. You thought you'd run away from him, freed yourself from your nocturnal life. But here he is again pinning you to your couch as he gives you your valentine.

His sweetness sinks into you, pushing through your bones until you feel him rotting your marrow. Even the bonbons in your mouth taste of him, you swallow each one while looking into his perfect midsummer eyes. He pauses on the last candy, slips it into his tongue before kissing you, he guides the blue heart into your mouth along with every ounce of devotion his body holds. Be mine the candy reads.

Be mine

❀࿔ Red Hood - Jason Todd | نقاب سرخ - جیسون تاد

You are a narcotic laying heavy upon his tongue, plaguing his brain with your essence, your image glimmering within every vertiginous thought. Jason pulls you closer strong hands grasping at your bones. You can feel the frenetic beat of his reanimated heart, it almost seems to scream 'I love you'. He falls to the ground taking you with him, he won't leave you ever again, no matter what you must die with him. Your legs straddle his lap, forehead resting on his. He has full control of you, maneuvering your body how he deems fit. His lips trace the curve of your neck and shoulder.

There's a dreadful chill creeping up your spine, skin sizzling under every kiss, you can't move, can't breathe. When you open your eyes again he's still there, Jason is always there. Red shadow following your every move until he has you locked away between his arms. He's like poison flooding your veins, killing you slowly, softly, and dubbing every ache 'love'. Slowly his lips ghost over yours, locking too suddenly, you're drowning again.

All while Jason is high off you.

´ཀ` Arkham Knight - Jason Todd | سلحشور آرکام - جیسون تاد

You look so cute like this his precious little pet curled up on his bed. The Arkham Knight stalks forward his shadow rattling you from your light slumber. You whimper miserably pulling the covers closer to your bruised frame. Poor little kitty cat he thinks mesmerized by the sheer fright glistening in your eyes. "It's Valentine's Day you know" his synthesized voice bellows. He's sitting on the bed now, too close, iron-clad fingers patting your head, fingers lacing roughly through matted hair. "Since we're a couple now, I guess I got to get you something."

You hiss, pulling back, you really are a cat he realizes, a pretty little housecat who's strayed too far from home. The switchblade slides from his wrist, he taps it lovingly against your lips. He doesn't fail to notice your exhausted sigh as he carves a heart intercepting your collarbone. His thumb pinches your cheek, all boyish hijinks and remnants of puppy dog love. This is correct he thinks finally you are his, all his.

Mine Mine Mine

｡♦｡ Red Robin - Tim Drake | رابین قرمز- تیم دریک

There are matrices inside your eyes, celestial stars dancing between each blink. Tim watches as you click on his email, pretty face illuminated by the computer screen. ILOVEYOU the email reads, blue bold strokes dulling under your curser, you make the reckless mistake of clicking, of forgetting how potent three simple words can be. Your screens flicker, bleeding Red Robin red, candied words flood the screen. I Love You.

Tim creeps into your room, heart on his sleeve beating, he swears he's not a stalker or a creepy fan. He's just a little lovesick, just a little bit too obsessed. How could he not be? You're an ethereal equation he's spent countless nights studying from behind a screen, something so distant, empyrean, like trying to pry out secrets from lost galaxies.

He pushes the heart-shaped bag forward, practically melting it into your hands, watching eagerly as you pull the zipper to open his gift. Laying atop the cacophony of chocolates and cosmetics is a simple slip of paper scribbled in red.

I Love You

ꨄ︎ Robin - Damian Wayne| سینه‌سرخ - دامیان وین

There's an engraving in his heart that bares your name, rugged laceration that ever only stops to bleed when your claws collide with his sword. Damian harbors his legacy between his bones, feeding it, letting the expectations fester until they crack and reshape his body. But he needs you to do it, needs you close by when he finally inherits his bearings.

But sometimes, sometimes when nobody but the moon is around to witness his exhaustion. He haunts you down for the sole purpose of being near you. To inhale the airy scent of your perfume and stare into those bewitching eyes. Tonight, he sprints from rooftop to rooftop trying to find

and when he sees you bathing beneath the pale moon's rays, Damian swears his heart stops. He clears his throat prideful even when he's all so desperate for a sliver of your attention. When you turn your head to face him ethereal eyes glimpse at him, he hurriedly presents you with a gift. A single dagger oriented with a little bow around the hilt. It's almost like presenting you with a part of his DNA, only problem is you can't tell if he's challenging you or proposing, both thoughts make you sick. Before you can speak he's disappeared into the night, heart rattling his ribs as his face grows painfully hot.

You Better Appreciate The Gift.

🦇 Batman - Bruce Wayne | بتمن - بروس وین

The moon is his witness, the best wingman in town. He thinks it's funny how in so many ways he's made every creature that roams through the twilight streets. The mayer once called the nightmares of Gotham 'his', 'Batman's' and Bruce could do nothing to stop the way his heart skipped an anguished beat. Because they were his, his rogues, his gallery, and someone how, by some mistake somewhere, he had turned you into one of them. His little villain, his little kitten, prowling through the night.

There's retribution in the way he kisses you, his tongue tastes of cathartic desperation as it rolls between your lips. His grip on your forearms is so tight you feel your arms go numb. He's let you slip through his fingers so many times under the moon's watchful gaze, he refuses to let it happen again. This time he has you, this time he won't repeat the same mistakes. You are his.

His Forever

₊⁺₊☠︎︎₊⁺₊ The Batman Who Laughs - Bruce Wayne | بتمن که می خندد - بروس وین

You snort the blood from your nose trying to crack the broken thing back into place, the black menace only laughs, his long tongue rolling out to lick at the crimson substance. "You're so pretty when you bleed" he insists as his lips marr your flesh, teeth abrading at the veins hunting for more blood. You try to push him away but he only grips you tighter talons sinking into your skin, your blood under his nails.

The monster kisses you, splitting your lip in the process, iron floods your mouth before he slams you onto the ground. You look so seraphic bleeding beneath him, feline eyes darkened over with a vicious glare. But it only serves to make him laugh, he dedicates each giggle to you, his perfect little pet. You turn and bite his wrist, but the monster only laughs harder. He leans down again spiked mask puncturing your eyebrows, dragging over your eyes slicing the optic, and traversing the valley of your cheek. You scream not from the scorching pain but from this manic comedy, you've been doomed to.

Happy Valentine's Day

༻¨*:· Terry McGinnis - Batman | تری مک گینس - باتمن

Terry's kisses are heavy monstrous things. Hungry and careful, sweet contradictions that leave little lovebites in their wake. You squirm against the brick wall grip tightening on the bag of stolen compartments, daring him to try and pry it away. But the caped crusader only seems focused on you.

Terry longs to see your face, you shatter that dreaded helmet and look into your eyes. He chews on your flesh, claws at your body anything to feel closer, anything to feel loved. He dreams of too many 'one days' of holding your hand and walking through the city, neon hearts bleeding overhead. But for now, he lays content in the dark, holding you and feeling the feverish pounding your your heart against his.

Please Just Love Me

[hoodzgyal]

“fuck you,” you spit, “seriously, fuck you, fuck all of this shit, to be honest.”

in all honesty, your can’t even remember what this argument was about, but in the moment, you cant seem to care all that much; you’re too wrapped up in the heat of it all.

the vitriol in your voice has him spinning back around to stalk towards him, a nasty scowl on his face as he all but herds you towards the wall, seething, “fuck me, huh? it’s fuck me now, ain’t it?”

you nod vigorously, refusing to back down, even if his much larger body had your cornered. he’s looking down at you, eyes searching your face as his jaw sets. he opens his mouth, snapping it shut before he says something he regrets. his eyes flit to your lips, then back up to your eyes.

a rough hand comes up to cup your jaw, testing the waters. your narrow your eyes, but don’t push him away. that’s all it takes for a thread to snap inside him. suddenly he’s all over you, pulling you into his arms and pressing hot kisses to your lips and neck.

“fuck me, yeah?” he sneers softly, tugging at your clothing, “hm baby? it’s fuck me, right?” his tongue dances on your throat, leaving unforgiving hickies for all the world to see.

“yes,” your sigh breathlessly, letting him turn you this way and that, “fuck you.”

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dick grayson, jason todd, roy harper, hal jordan, terry mcginnis, bruce wayne at some point, probably.

[sp1der-wid0w]

guys.. i have a problem 🤦🏾‍♀️

[hanasnx]

PICS OF THEM IN YOUR CAMERA ROLL — bruce wayne, dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake, terry mcginnis, talon.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ WARNINGS: personal face claims ノ suggestive content.

✩ BRUCE WAYNE

✩ DICK GRAYSON

✩ JASON TODD

✩ TIM DRAKE

✩ TERRY MCGINNIS

✩ TALON

[la-patrona-magdalena]

I NEED MORE BATBOYS X READER HAREM FANFICS, I NEED TO SEE THE FOUR BROTHERS IN SOME WAY COMING TO AN AGREEMENT TO SHARE THE READER, I NEED TO MAYBE SEE ALL FOUR BEING YANDERES, I NEED TO SEE ONE OF THOSE HAREM IMAGES WITH THE FOUR OF THEM, BONUS IF DUKE AND TERRY ARE IN IT, I NEED A POLYAMORY WITH ALL OF THEM AND THE READER…

...Except with Bruce, sorry Batman, you're cute but it feels weird to get involved with the sons and at the same time with their dad…

...and OBVIOUSLY I'm talking about AgedUp! Damian Wayne

Recommend fanfics, drabbles, headcanons, it doesn't matter, just feed my craving for a batboys harem :(

(someone teach me how to make that 3 frame aesthetic on tumblr, I literally made these things on canva xd)

[urdreamydoodles]

Bat-Family x Fem!OC

You trip a little because you were too busy staring at your crush

Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne (aged up), Barbara Gordon, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, Selina Kyle, Kate Kane, Helena Bertinelli, Jean-Paul Valley & Terrence McGinnis

Jason Todd aka. Red Hood

- You never considered yourself clumsy, not until Jason Todd entered the room. The moment your eyes lock on his, it’s like gravity shifts, pulling you toward him, and your focus narrows to the way his leather jacket hugs his broad shoulders or the smirk that tugs at the corner of his lips. He notices everything, and of course, he notices when you trip, your foot catching on seemingly nothing. His reflexes are quicker than your embarrassment, and his arm snakes around your waist before you can hit the ground. “Careful there, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice a mix of amusement and something softer.

- Jason’s protectiveness is as much a part of him as his defiant streak. You’ve seen it in the way he shields innocents during fights, his body a barrier against danger, and you feel it now in the way his grip lingers on your waist. There’s a flicker of concern in his blue eyes, hidden behind his teasing tone. He’s rough around the edges, sure, but his heart—scarred and bruised as it may be—beats fiercely for the people he cares about. It makes your own heart race, knowing he might feel the same for you.

- Later, when you’re alone together, he teases you relentlessly. “Couldn’t take your eyes off me, huh?” he says, leaning casually against his motorcycle. His words are laced with that trademark Jason bravado, but his gaze betrays him, searching your face for something—confirmation, maybe, that he’s not imagining the spark between you two. You blush, stumbling over a response, and he chuckles, the sound warm and genuine. It’s moments like these where you catch glimpses of the boy behind the Red Hood, the one who yearns for connection even as he tries to keep the world at arm’s length.

- When the teasing subsides, Jason’s honesty takes you by surprise. “You’re different,” he admits, his voice quieter, more vulnerable. “Not many people can look past the... damage.” He’s staring at the ground now, his usual confidence momentarily absent. You reach out, your hand brushing his, and he looks up, startled but hopeful. “I see you,” you say softly, and it’s enough to draw a rare, genuine smile from him—a smile meant only for you.

Dick Grayson aka. Nightwing

- There’s a certain grace to Dick Grayson that makes it impossible to look away. He moves through the world like it’s his stage, every step purposeful, every smile dazzling. So, when you find yourself watching him during one of your shared missions, it’s no wonder you don’t notice the uneven pavement beneath your feet. You stumble, arms flailing, but before you can fall, he’s there, his hands steadying you as if you weigh nothing. “Whoa, easy there,” he says, his tone light and teasing, but the way his hands linger on your arms tells another story.

- Dick has always been the heart of the Bat-family, his warmth a stark contrast to Gotham’s cold. You feel it now in the way he checks on you, his blue eyes scanning your face for any sign of discomfort. “You okay?” he asks, his voice softening. You nod, unable to speak under his intense gaze, and he smiles that brilliant, boyish smile that’s made countless hearts flutter. “Good,” he says, his thumb brushing briefly against your arm before he steps back, giving you space but not before stealing another glance.

- The moment doesn’t end there. Later, when the mission is done, he finds you, his usual playful demeanor tinged with something deeper. “You know,” he begins, leaning against the wall beside you, “you could’ve just asked for my attention. No need to risk bodily harm.” His words are light, but his expression is anything but, his gaze lingering on you in a way that makes your pulse quicken. He’s always been a flirt, but this feels different—more genuine, more vulnerable.

- “You have a way of distracting me, too,” he confesses after a moment, his voice dropping to a near whisper. It’s a rare moment of honesty from someone who’s so adept at hiding behind charm. “I don’t mind, though,” he adds, his smile soft, almost shy. Your breath catches, and for a moment, it feels like the world fades away, leaving only the two of you. It’s in that moment you realize that behind the acrobatics and the bravado, Dick Grayson is as captivated by you as you are by him.

Tim Drake aka. Red Robin

- Tim Drake is observant to a fault, which is probably why you don’t realize he’s already noticed your lingering stares. You’re too caught up in the way his brow furrows in concentration or the way his lips quirk up when he figures something out. So, when your foot catches on a chair leg and you stumble, you’re caught off guard—not just by the fall but by how quickly Tim reacts. He’s at your side in an instant, his hands steadying you with surprising strength. “Are you okay?” he asks, his voice tinged with genuine concern.

- Tim’s attention to detail extends to the way he cares for you. “You should be more careful,” he says, his tone gently teasing but his eyes betraying his worry. He helps you sit, insisting on checking for any sign of injury despite your protests. It’s endearing, the way he fusses over you, and you find yourself smiling despite your embarrassment. “What?” he asks, catching your expression. “Is it so strange that I care?” His words are casual, but the way he avoids your gaze suggests there’s more behind them.

- As the day goes on, Tim seems more distracted than usual, his glances toward you lingering longer than necessary. You catch him staring once or twice, his cheeks turning pink when you meet his gaze. It’s a rare vulnerability from someone so often in control, and it makes your heart ache in the best way. He doesn’t say much, but his actions speak volumes—the way he holds doors open for you, the way he offers you his jacket when the air grows chilly, the way his hand brushes yours when he thinks you’re not looking.

- Later, when the two of you are alone, he finally speaks. “I noticed you staring earlier,” he says, his voice hesitant. Your heart races as you scramble for an excuse, but he cuts you off. “It’s okay,” he says quickly, his cheeks still red. “I… I was staring, too.” His confession is quiet, almost shy, and it makes you fall for him even more. In that moment, you realize that behind Tim’s sharp mind and analytical exterior lies a heart that beats just as fast for you as yours does for him.

Damian Wayne aka. Robin

- Damian Wayne is sharp, composed, and always in control—except, apparently, when you’re around. You notice the way his eyes follow you, the way his demeanor shifts ever so slightly, though he’d never admit it. So, when you trip while staring at him, it feels like fate has played a cruel joke on you. Before you can hit the ground, his arms are around you, strong and steady. “You should watch where you’re going,” he says, his tone clipped, but the slight flush on his cheeks betrays him.

- Damian doesn’t let go immediately, his hands lingering on your arms longer than necessary. “Are you injured?” he asks, his voice softer now, almost hesitant. You shake your head, too flustered to speak, and he nods, stepping back but not before giving you one last, lingering glance. It’s rare to see him this unguarded, and it leaves you breathless. Despite his usual stoicism, there’s a tenderness in the way he checks on you, as though your well-being matters more to him than he’s willing to admit.

- As the day goes on, you notice Damian stealing glances at you, his expression unreadable but his gaze intense. He’s quieter than usual, his sharp remarks softened, his focus split between whatever task is at hand and your every movement. It’s endearing, seeing him like this, and you can’t help but smile when his composure slips just a little. “What are you smiling at?” he asks, his tone defensive, but there’s no real bite to his words. If anything, he seems flustered, his eyes darting away when you meet his gaze.

- Later, when it’s just the two of you, Damian surprises you with a rare moment of vulnerability. “You… distract me,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. His gaze is fixed on the ground, his usual confidence replaced with something more hesitant. “I don’t know what to do with these feelings,” he continues, his cheeks tinged with pink. Your heart aches at his honesty, and you reach out, your hand brushing his. “You don’t have to figure it out alone,” you say softly, and his eyes meet yours, filled with something raw and unspoken.

Barbara Gordon aka. Oracle / Batgirl

- Barbara Gordon is as brilliant as she is beautiful, and you’ve always admired the way she carries herself—with confidence, grace, and a touch of playfulness. It’s no wonder you’re caught staring, your thoughts too preoccupied with her to notice the uneven ground beneath your feet. You trip, a small yelp escaping your lips, and before you know it, she’s there, her hands steadying you. “Careful,” she says, her voice warm with amusement. “Wouldn’t want you getting hurt on my watch.”

- Barbara’s smile is equal parts reassuring and teasing as she helps you regain your footing. “You okay?” she asks, her green eyes scanning your face for any sign of distress. You nod, your cheeks burning, and she chuckles softly. “Good. Though, next time, maybe try staring a little less obviously?” Her words make you blush even harder, but there’s no malice in them—just that playful charm that makes her so undeniably captivating.

- The rest of the day, Barbara seems to take every opportunity to tease you, her wit as sharp as ever. “Do I have something on my face, or are you just that distracted by my brilliance?” she asks at one point, her grin widening when you stammer out a response. Despite the teasing, there’s a warmth to her actions—the way she stays close to you, the way she casually touches your arm or shoulder, the way her laughter seems a little brighter when you’re the one who caused it.

- When the teasing subsides and the two of you are alone, Barbara’s tone shifts. “You know,” she begins, her voice softer now, “I noticed you staring because I couldn’t stop staring at you.” Her confession takes you by surprise, and she laughs at your stunned expression. “What? You didn’t think I’d let you have all the fun, did you?” Her eyes meet yours, her gaze steady and filled with something deeper than humor. In that moment, you realize that beneath her sharp wit and confident demeanor, Barbara’s heart beats just as fiercely for you as yours does for her.

Stephanie Brown aka. Spoiler

- Stephanie Brown has always been a whirlwind, her energy and humor filling every room she enters. It’s impossible not to be drawn to her, and so you find yourself watching her, captivated by the way she laughs or the sparkle in her eyes when she’s teasing someone—usually Tim. You don’t even realize you’ve tripped until the ground rushes up to meet you. But before you can hit it, she’s there, quick and steady, catching you with surprising strength. “Whoa! Someone’s got it bad,” she says, grinning as she helps you back up.

- Stephanie doesn’t let you live it down, of course. “What were you thinking about? Or should I say who?” she teases, wagging her eyebrows. Her tone is playful, but there’s a softness beneath it, an unspoken warmth in the way she holds onto your arm just a little longer than necessary. Despite her jokes, you can see the flicker of concern in her eyes. “You didn’t twist anything, right? Because if you did, I’m totally making you a ‘Danger to Yourself’ badge.”

- As the day continues, Stephanie finds every opportunity to bring up your little stumble. “Careful now, wouldn’t want to lose your balance again,” she says with a grin as she hands you a cup of coffee. Yet, for all her teasing, you notice the way her gaze lingers on you when she thinks you’re not looking, her expression softening in a way that makes your heart flutter. You realize that for all her bravado, Stephanie feels just as much as she jokes.

- Later, when the teasing dies down, Stephanie’s vulnerability peeks through. “You know,” she says, leaning against the wall beside you, “I tease because… well, it’s easier than saying what I really feel.” Her voice is quieter now, almost hesitant. “But if it wasn’t obvious, I think you’re pretty amazing.” Her words catch you off guard, and for once, she seems at a loss for what to say next. You reach out, taking her hand, and her smile returns, brighter than ever but now tinged with something deeper.

Cassandra Cain aka. Orphan

- Cassandra Cain moves like a shadow—silent, deliberate, and utterly mesmerizing. You’re so captivated by her fluid grace that you don’t notice the uneven ground beneath your feet until you stumble. Before you can even process what’s happening, Cassandra is there, her hands catching you with ease. Her dark eyes meet yours, concern flickering in them as she helps you steady yourself. She doesn’t say anything—she doesn’t need to. Her presence alone is enough to make your heart race.

- Cassandra’s communication is subtle, her touches and glances saying more than words ever could. She gently pats your arm, her expression softening as she looks you over for any sign of injury. When she’s satisfied you’re unhurt, she tilts her head, her lips curving into the faintest smile. It’s her way of teasing, a silent acknowledgment of your flustered state, and it only makes you fall for her more.

- Throughout the day, Cassandra stays close, her quiet presence both comforting and electrifying. She doesn’t say much, but you can feel her eyes on you, watching, protective. When she catches you looking at her, her cheeks flush ever so slightly, and she quickly looks away. It’s a rare vulnerability from someone so composed, and it makes your chest ache in the best way.

- Later, when it’s just the two of you, Cassandra surprises you by reaching out, her fingers brushing yours. “You… you make me feel different,” she says, her voice soft and halting but full of meaning. It’s a rare moment of verbal expression from her, and it leaves you speechless. She looks down, then back at you, her gaze steady despite her nerves. “Good different,” she adds, and her shy smile is enough to make your heart soar.

Duke Thomas aka. Signal

- Duke Thomas radiates warmth and light, even in Gotham’s darkest corners. You’re so drawn to his presence—the way he smiles, the way his laugh lights up a room—that you barely notice you’ve tripped until it’s too late. Before you can hit the ground, Duke catches you, his strong arms steadying you effortlessly. “Gotcha,” he says, grinning down at you. “You okay?” His tone is teasing but kind, his concern shining through even as he chuckles.

- Duke doesn’t let the moment pass without a little good-natured ribbing. “Didn’t know I was that distracting,” he jokes, his grin widening as your cheeks flush. But there’s no malice in his words, only a playful affection that makes your heart race. He keeps a protective hand on your arm as you steady yourself, his touch warm and reassuring. “Seriously, though,” he adds, his voice softening, “are you okay?”

- As the day goes on, Duke’s teasing continues, but so does his attentiveness. He seems to find every excuse to stay close, his easy charm masking the way his gaze lingers on you when he thinks you’re not looking. You catch him once or twice, his golden-brown eyes filled with something deeper than humor, and it makes your pulse quicken. For all his jokes, there’s an honesty to Duke that’s impossible to ignore.

- When the teasing fades and the two of you find a quiet moment together, Duke surprises you with his vulnerability. “You know,” he says, his voice lower now, “I don’t usually get this nervous around people.” He laughs softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “But you… you’re different. In a good way.” His confession catches you off guard, but the sincerity in his gaze makes your heart swell. You smile, reaching out to take his hand, and his grin returns, brighter than ever.

Selina Kyle aka. Catwoman

- Selina Kyle is intoxicating—a mix of elegance, danger, and charm that makes it impossible to look away. You’re so entranced by her presence—the way she moves, the way her voice seems to purr—that you don’t notice you’ve stumbled until it’s too late. Selina catches you, her reflexes as sharp as ever, and her lips curve into a knowing smile. “Careful, darling,” she says, her tone playful but tinged with genuine concern. “Falling for me already?”

- Selina’s teasing is relentless, but it’s impossible to be mad at her when she’s so effortlessly captivating. “Really, you should watch where you’re going,” she says, her emerald eyes sparkling with mischief. “Although I can’t blame you for being a little distracted.” Her hand lingers on your arm, her touch light but deliberate, and it sends shivers down your spine. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and she’s enjoying every second of it.

- As the day goes on, Selina finds every opportunity to tease you, her wit as sharp as her claws. “You’re lucky I was here to catch you,” she says, her smile equal parts affectionate and smug. But beneath her playful exterior, there’s a warmth to her actions—the way she subtly shields you during a tense moment, the way her gaze softens when she thinks you’re not looking. It’s a side of Selina few get to see, and it makes your heart ache with longing.

- Later, when the two of you are alone, Selina drops her teasing facade for a moment of honesty. “You’re different, you know,” she says, her voice softer now, almost wistful. “Most people see the thief, the troublemaker. But you… you see me.” Her gaze meets yours, vulnerable in a way you’ve never seen before. “And maybe that scares me a little,” she admits, her lips curving into a small, bittersweet smile. You reach out, your hand brushing hers, and she lets out a soft laugh. “But I think I like it.”

Kate Kane aka. Batwoman

- Kate Kane’s presence is magnetic, her strength and poise captivating in a way that leaves you breathless. You’ve always admired her, but today, as she stands across the room in her sharp suit, confidence radiating from every inch of her, you can’t take your eyes off her. That’s precisely why you trip, your foot catching on the edge of a rug. Before you can hit the ground, she’s there, her hands steadying you with practiced ease. “Careful,” she says, her voice low and warm. “Distracted by something?”

- Kate’s smirk is sharp, but her eyes soften as she looks you over. “You’re okay,” she says more to herself than to you, her hands lingering on your arms. It’s a rare tenderness from someone so guarded, and it makes your heart race. She steps back quickly, her usual stoic demeanor returning, but there’s a flicker of something in her gaze—something unspoken. “Try to watch your step,” she adds, her tone teasing but not unkind.

- Throughout the day, Kate stays near, her sharp eyes flicking toward you more often than usual. She doesn’t say much, but her actions speak volumes—the way she silently offers you a steadying hand when you’re navigating uneven ground, the way her body angles slightly toward you as if to shield you from harm. You catch her looking at you once, her gaze lingering longer than it should, and she quickly looks away, her cheeks tinged with pink.

- Later, when the two of you are alone, Kate finally drops her walls, if only for a moment. “You make me feel… different,” she admits, her voice hesitant. She leans against a nearby wall, her arms crossed as if to protect herself from the vulnerability she’s showing. “I’m not used to this—caring about someone like this.” Her eyes meet yours, and for a moment, you see the woman beneath the armor—the one who’s just as captivated by you as you are by her.

Helena Bertinelli aka. Huntress

- Helena Bertinelli exudes a quiet intensity, her every movement calculated and deliberate. You’re so caught up in watching her—admiring the way she commands a room with nothing but her presence—that you don’t notice the uneven sidewalk beneath your feet. You stumble, but before you can fall, she’s there, her grip strong and sure. “Watch it,” she says, her voice firm but not unkind. Her dark eyes scan you quickly, making sure you’re okay before she lets go.

- Helena’s concern is understated, almost brusque, but it’s there in the way she steadies you. “You should be more careful,” she says, her tone softer now, though her expression remains serious. There’s a flicker of something in her eyes—worry, maybe?—that she quickly masks with a teasing smirk. “Distracted by something—or someone?” she asks, her voice dipping into a playful lilt that sends a shiver down your spine.

- Throughout the day, Helena keeps her distance, but you can feel her eyes on you. She’s always been protective, even if she doesn’t like to admit it, and it’s clear she’s keeping an eye on you now. When you catch her staring, she quickly looks away, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly. It’s a rare vulnerability from someone as guarded as Helena, and it only makes your feelings for her grow stronger.

- Later, when the two of you are alone, Helena surprises you by speaking first. “I don’t do this—feelings,” she says, her voice low but steady. She crosses her arms, her gaze fixed on the ground. “But you… you make it hard not to feel something.” When she finally looks up, her dark eyes are filled with something raw and unspoken. “Just don’t make me regret this,” she adds, her smirk returning, though it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. You step closer, brushing your hand against hers, and her smirk softens into a genuine smile.

Jean-Paul Valley aka. Azrael

- Jean-Paul Valley is a paradox—a man of faith and fury, strength and vulnerability. You’ve always found him fascinating, but today, as he moves with quiet purpose, his golden hair catching the light, you can’t take your eyes off him. That’s why you trip, your foot catching on a step. Before you can fall, his strong arms are around you, steadying you effortlessly. “Are you all right?” he asks, his voice deep and filled with concern.

- Jean-Paul’s worry is genuine, his hands lingering on your arms as he looks you over. “You need to be more careful,” he says, his tone a mix of chastisement and tenderness. His blue eyes meet yours, and for a moment, the world seems to stand still. “You’re not hurt, are you?” he asks, his voice softer now. You shake your head, your heart racing, and he nods, releasing you reluctantly but not before offering a reassuring smile.

- Throughout the day, Jean-Paul seems more watchful than usual, his gaze flicking toward you often. He doesn’t say much, but his presence is grounding, his protective nature shining through in the little things—the way he subtly positions himself between you and danger, the way his hand brushes yours as if to reassure himself that you’re okay. When you catch him staring, he quickly looks away, his cheeks tinged with pink, but the intensity in his eyes lingers.

- Later, when the two of you find a quiet moment, Jean-Paul speaks, his voice filled with hesitation. “I’ve always believed in a higher purpose,” he begins, his gaze fixed on the ground. “But lately, I’ve found myself questioning… everything.” He looks up at you, his blue eyes filled with vulnerability. “You make me feel things I don’t understand, but I think… I think I don’t want to let it go.” His confession is raw, unpolished, and it makes your heart ache with affection. You take his hand, offering a small smile, and he exhales, his tension easing.

Terry McGinnis aka. Batman II

- Terry McGinnis is all charm and quick wit, his confidence masking the weight of responsibility he carries as Gotham’s newest protector. You’ve always admired him, but today, as he stands in the Batcave, the glow of the monitors casting shadows across his sharp features, you can’t help but stare. That’s why you trip, your foot catching on a loose cable. Before you can hit the floor, Terry’s there, his reflexes honed by years of training. “Gotcha,” he says, grinning as he helps you up. “You okay?”

- Terry’s grin is teasing, but there’s genuine concern in his eyes as he steadies you. “You sure you’re not concussed or something?” he asks, his tone light but his hands lingering on your arms. His blue eyes flicker with something deeper—worry, maybe, or something more vulnerable. “You’ve got to watch your step,” he adds, his grin softening into a small smile. “Can’t have you getting hurt on my watch.”

- Throughout the day, Terry’s usual banter seems more pointed, his jokes tinged with affection. “You know,” he says at one point, leaning casually against the Batmobile, “if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to trip for it.” But his eyes betray him, their warmth belying his teasing tone. When he thinks you’re not looking, you catch him staring, his expression soft and unguarded in a way that makes your heart flutter.

- Later, when the teasing subsides, Terry surprises you with his honesty. “I’m not great at this—feelings, relationships, all of it,” he admits, his voice quieter now. He rubs the back of his neck, his usual confidence giving way to something more uncertain. “But you… you make me want to try.” His blue eyes meet yours, and for a moment, the weight of his responsibilities seems to lift. “Just… don’t give up on me, okay?” he adds, his voice almost pleading. You smile, taking his hand, and he exhales, his tension easing as he smiles back.

[justanothervigalanty]

I see the question “would Jason be a fucker or a make love kinda guy?” On Just about every jason todd x reader thing I see (I may be married to my handsome husband terry but i get bored sometimes so I search random stuff) but anyway im here to give my opinion on some off the bat family boys + extra’s (all are from a different time line so Damian is not a child I will add there age too).

Terry (20)= I feel like terry is more off a make love person and would never think about getting rough.

Jason (21)= he’s a mix Jason can get very rough sometimes if he is in the mood to do so or you ask.

bruce (42)= bro fucks no question he if rough naturaly.

Tim (18)= he is definitely a make love man, Tim gets tired really easily so he keeps it calm so you both can last longer.

dick (25)=he is a rough lover who has probably fucked you in one of the hallways of Wayne manor.

duke (19)=is a softy who try’s to make sure you are perfectly comfortable with everything you do during sex.

damian (16)= the second you were both sixteen and it was perfectly legal he fucked you (HARD)

Roy (29)=fucker no questions needed he has definitely fucked you in mount justice

conner (21)=Conner is definitely still learning what to do and you are teaching him so you both are keeping it calm with love making.

wally (25)= he is more fast than rough so I don’t really know?

[arkhamslvts]

terry mcginnis & corruption.

tw. slight manipulation?

terry hated you, well not quite. he loved you a lot, but he did hate the way you smiled at him all sweet, the way you gasped and whined when he kissed you a little too deeply, he hates when you'd sit on his lap wearing skirts and every time you brush against him enough for him to smell that vanilla fragrance he had grown to love. you didn't even know what you did to him, that might've been what he hated the most.

he's got you on his lap, knowing damn well you aren't paying any attention to the fact that he was rock hard in his sweatpants. he tilts your head back to kiss him muttering out a brief "such a pretty girl" his lips dance down your neck and it flusters you, it wasn't like he was your first boyfriend, but he was the first one you would let get so close to you like this. the whimper that falls from your lips only encourages him, one of his hands finding its way under your skirt. he doesn't miss how you tense up " 's alright angel, i got you, this is what couples do.. let me do this f'you" he groans when he feels how wet you are and he hasn't even touched you yet.

he turns you to face him, staring you down as if you were some kind of prey, and maybe you were. he pushes your panties to the side, fingers rubbing at your clit as you moan into his neck "i know angel... 'm gonna make you feel so good. only man allowed to touch you like this, right?" he speeds up his movement when you nod, slipping a finger inside you and laughing when you gasp out a "baby i don't think-" he cuts you off with a swift kiss to your lips "you don't have to think, don't i always take such good care of you?" and he did, you would be foolish to forget how good he treats you, why should this be different? when he slips the second finger in, you don't have half a mind to protest, he was your boyfriend, and this was what couples did. "so tight love... how're you ever gonna fit my dick, huh?". everything felt hot, that tightness in your stomach only getting tighter and terry could feel it "cum on my fingers love.. i'll clean em up, don't worry" and when that coil snaps and terry feels you rushing over the edge, he chuckles, licks his fingers clean before kissing you and muttering "maybe next time i'll fuck you". and now, you really hoped he would.

[yeahimcal]

Bad News (Terry McGinnis)

“Terry McGinnis is bad news, you don’t want to mess with him.” was the first thing you heard about him.

“He’s a bad boyfriend. Skips dates, flakes on plans, always has weird bruises is and really tired. None of his partners have ever caught him cheating, but he definitely does.” Was the next several things, all said in a hushed whisper as you were ushered past the black-haired boy in question.

He certainly didn’t… look like bad news. You’d dated guys who were bad news before, and very few of them had looked like Terry. Acted like him, either.

He was nice. He had helped you with your homework when you cried at the study tables in the library, smoothing a soothing hand over your shoulder blades almost unconsciously as he walked you through your chemistry exam study guide. He’d given you some gum, a smile, and a pat on the back before he promptly fell asleep on the table in the back corner of the library, snoring softly.

You’d slid your number into his hand when you left, and that was it for a while. He didn’t text. You saw each other in passing, and he’d smiled and you’d smiled, but nothing more.

Until you’d gotten the call.

“Hey.” He breathed into the speaker, his voice sounding oddly pained. “I’m sorry to call at this hour, but, uh, this… this isn’t really something I can call my mom for.”

He’d given you the address of an abandoned warehouse, begged you not to be freaked out when you got there, and hung up.

You went.

You didn’t really know why you went, for all you knew it was a really elaborate booty call or kidnapping scheme, but ten minutes later you parked next to the warehouse and slipped inside.

There, leaned up against a wall, bleeding and bruised, was Terry.

“You’re- you’re studying to be an EMT, right?” He asked with a pained smile that was supposed to be charming, gesturing to his wounds. “I figured you’d appreciate some hands-on experience.”

“What the hell?” You’d breathed, giving him a shocked look as you rushed to examine his wounds. “Terry, why didn’t you call the police?”

“Not the sharpest, are you.” Terry grunted in what might have been amusement, hissing as you poked and prodded him to see what was hurting. “Can’t call the police, they’d arrest me.”

“Arrest you?” You’d echoed, and then you took in his outfit. All black, with a red bat on the front. A cowl was clutched in his hand, the ends sharpening into little points. “Oh my god.”

“Yeah, I’m Batman.” Terry chuckled, but it was more at the look of shock on your face. He moved to sit up and then groaned, cringing and covering his wound. “Can you patch me up before I die here, please? Kinda called you for your specific set of skills.”

“You are so stupid.” You chided, but reluctantly dug around in your bag for hydrogen peroxide and bandages.

“And you’re old school, doc.” He breathed, smiling up at you cheekily. “You don’t carry those fancy little kits that heal people up on the spot?”

“They don’t sell them to anyone other than certified medical personnel.” You said, giving him a pointed glare and dousing his wound in hydrogen peroxide. “And I’m not a doctor.”

“Ah-” Terry hissed, tipping his head back and gasping in a little breath. … he was pretty. He was really pretty, and it was a little distracting. The voices of your friends rang out in the back of you head, warning you that he was trouble, but you couldn’t find it in you to listen when he swallowed thickly and turned to look at you, a lopsided smile on his pale face. “Same difference.” He breathed, chuckling.

You looked back at his wound, face flushed and feeling dizzy from the laps your brain was having to do to see Terry- scrawny, ‘bad boy’, Terry- as Batman. It seemed ridiculous, but his muscles were right there underneath your hands, tensing as you bandaged him up. He looked bigger than he did when you saw him in passing, stronger- when you saw him, he was always wearing bigger clothes that nearly dwarfed him, making him look smaller than he was. His hair was damp with sweat that ran down his face and made him look a little bit red, his lips parted as he breathed in air. He was gorgeous.

Suddenly, it made a little more sense why his exes had kept on giving him chances.

You worked quietly and efficiently, only sparing a few looks at your accidental patient before you finished patching him up.

“You should get that checked out at an actual hospital.” You said, helping him to his feet. “And I still don’t understand why you called me. We aren’t… friends.”

Terry shrugged, cupping your face in his hand and grinning a toothy smile at you. “Yeah, well, we definitely are now, doc.” He teased, tapping your nose and pushing away from you to head towards the doors opposite of where you’d parked. “Text me sometime and we can go out and get some drinks. I feel like you’ll be better company when you’re not crying over your study guides.”

He slipped the cowl on over his head and you could very nearly feel his stupid smile, which you already knew was going to get you in more trouble than you had bargained for, as he slipped out the doors and into the Gotham night.

When you walked back out to your car, it had a flat tire, and the window was broken.

… okay, maybe Terry was bad news.

[thewitchblue]

"What's that?"

You asked Terry one day. He fell asleep during art class, and you wanted to know what he was drawing. He startled awake when you placed a timid hand on his arm.

Terry blinked at you, bleary-eyed before looking back down at his novel. He moves his arms to guard it more from your gaze once your words are registered in his exhausted brain. He awkwardly said,

"My, uh... it's probably stupid. I'm making a graphic novel."

He was oddly protective of his work, but your kind smile and curious gaze made him feel like he could trust you. You looked so warm and open to either seeing his work or walking away if he said no. There was something special in the look you gave him. It was a benevolent gaze that welcomed him in when everyone else shoved him away.

With great hesitation, he slides the chapter he was working on for you to read. He tapped his pen on his desk nervously. He suddenly felt empty-handed and vulnerable.

He was anxiously watching your expression as you read his work. He's never... shown off his work before. He always felt like it was lame to continue a project he's been working on on-and-off for years. He's never had a desire to share his novel. It was still in the works and had a long way to go.

He felt himself physically relax when you gave him back his novel. He felt as if he had just opened his heart to you and prayed you didn't stab it. This project has years' worth of thoughts and ideas. He had question marks and scribbled ideas in every corner of every page he has worked on so far.

Every time he had an idea of the direction he wanted to take the novel in, it was scribbled down along the sides or in the corners of the pages in his scratchy handwriting. It felt childish to look at now that he really took a look. He cringed and immediately tucked it away into the folder he had it placed in.

"I'm impressed, Terry. You'll have to send me a copy when you release it."

Your kind words made a part of him melt. It gave him the courage to continue. He bit his lip as his eyes returned back to his novel. It was still a series of loose sketches and not anywhere close to finished, but he appreciated the kind words.

You always were the kind kid with a soft voice and gentle hands. Your encouragement stirred something in him. He couldn't believe nobody has dated you yet. He's kept tabs on you for as long as he's known you. You with the gentle smile and the heart of gold. You, who never has a bad thing to say about anyone. You, who loved your friends and family with your entire heart and soul.

Before you could walk away, he awkwardly took your hand to stop you. Now that he thought about it, this was probably a terrible idea.

"I, uh, I... would you like to go out some time?"

He felt awkward. He can bully the Joker into submission, but a beautiful pair of doe eyes has him buckling? He feels pathetic, truly, with how nervous he felt, but he always had a thing for you that he never knew how to explain.

You looked surprised. Terry isn't known for relationships, especially not serious ones that you were seeking. Your eyes softened, however, as you looked at your conjoined hands before turning back to face Terry.

He's normally the bad kid; the kid teachers hate and the class legend, full of sass and always ready to pick a fight, but this Terry was... different. He wasn't guarded. He seemed so shy under all the sassy armour. He was adorable as he carefully watched your expression for any hint of what you may be thinking about.

You lightly squeezed his hand and smiled warmly at Terry. His blue eyes looked at you with such raw emotion that there was only one decision.

"Yes. You can tell me more about your novel, McGinnis."

You scribble a time and location for the date onto a slip of paper and hand it to him with a sweet smile.

"I'll see you tomorrow, pretty boy."

He looked like he suddenly realised he managed to get a date with you, and he was a blushing mess. You kissed his cheek before walking off. This may be the start of something more beautiful than he could ever hope for.

Bruce is going to kill him, but he feels truly content in the moment.

[fluentmoviequoter]

In Every World

Pairing: Terry McGinnis x fem!reader

Summary: Years after losing Terry, fate offers a twisted second chance to tell him how you feel.

Warnings: angst, character death, fluff, comfort, Terry is the ultimate boyfriend, if the names are confusing just pretend they're not

Word Count: 2.7k+ words

A/N: Season 2 Terry McGinnis is my everything.✨ I love him so much but I'm still watching the show for the first time so he's sure to be OOC. Sorry about that! Please let me know what you think and if you'd be interested in reading more for him!!🫶🏼

“Looks normal to me,” Dick says, leaning against the back of Bruce’s chair as you comb through security camera footage.

“Just a couple jokers,” Tim adds.

“Wait, Bruce,” you interrupt. “Go back a few seconds.”

Bruce drags his finger over the batcomputer-version of a trackpad before he pauses the video. You lean closer, narrowing your eyes to find what seems different about the face frozen in time.

“Look at his eyes,” you direct.

“They’re creepy. They’re all creepy,” Dick replies.

“No, she’s right,” Bruce agrees. “They look like-“

“Bat’s eyes,” you finish with him.

Something metallic crashes to the floor before Jason huffs, “That would explain the chick with ram horns I just met in an alley by the Narrows.”

“Who can do this kind of cosmetic work?” Tim asks.

“It’s not cosmetic,” Jason corrects. “It’s like… I think it’s in their DNA.”

“Splicing,” you offer. “It’s a way of altering someone’s DNA with the insertion of animal chromosomes.”

“I take it your experience with it was different?” Bruce inquires.

“Dr. Abel Cuvier marketed the splicers to high school kids. Most adults were against it, the DA, the commissioner. It was on track to be made illegal.”

“And I take it this Cuvier was too young to be here now?” Dick asks. “Which is still confusing.”

“What’s confusing about it, Bluebird?” Jason asks rhetorically. “She’s from the future and from a different timeline so not only is everything she's dealt with more advanced, it’s also completely different.”

“Focus,” Bruce calls, shaking his head. “If these people are being genetically altered, we’ll need an antidote to the foreign deoxyribonucleic acid.”

“Where’s Damian? Sounds like his lab experience could be helpful,” Tim jokes.

Bruce tunes out their brotherly banter, opting to watch your intense gaze on the computer screen. There’s a one-block radius where the spliced individuals seem to migrate. Or come from.

“What’s the address of this building?” you ask, pointing to the map showing the locations of the security cameras.

Bruce tells you the address and then says, “It’s a textile manufacturing facility—or it was before it was condemned.”

“Carmin’s Taxidermy Studio. That’s what it was where I came from. It was condemned then, too, but Cuvier used it as a hideout.”

“So, you think Cuvier is here?”

“That or there’s another timestream break and these people are coming from another dimension, universe, whatever we’re calling it.”

“Then we should get down there,” Jason calls.

“Not if this is anything like my experience with Cuvier. He had vials of splicing material ready to go and didn’t hesitate to turn people without consent. He was one of those guys you wanted to slag but couldn’t.”

“Slag?” Dick repeats, failing to hide his amusement.

“You’re all so annoying,” you groan.

“There will be time for this later,” Bruce interrupts. “We’ve got something.”

Turning your attention back to the monitors, you see an energy signature similar to the one you arrived through. The difference is that your world was ending and the portal collapsed relatively quickly, whereas this pathway is sustained. If people can come and go between the realities as they please, the splicing is the least of your concerns.

“Gear up,” Bruce announces, standing and pulling his cowl over his eyes.

Dick and Jason freeze, their eyes widening as they continue watching the screen. Bruce turns quickly, surprised to see another energy anomaly growing directly above Wayne Manor. Before he can speak, a bright white circle appears in the Batcave. You raise your arm to block out some of the light but try to watch who comes out.

Bruce readies a batarang, Jason racks his Glock, and Dick taps his Escrima sticks together as someone steps out and into the cave. Bruce throws his batarang, and the man exiting the portal catches it.

“No way,” Dick breathes.

You step forward and lower your arm. “Bruce?”

He narrows his eyes at you before complaining, “I’m so sick of time travel.”

“It’s not exactly time travel,” your Bruce – Batman – argues.

“Right,” future Bruce agrees sarcastically. “That’s an important distinction to make right now. Interesting.”

You take another step toward the older, unmasked Bruce and ask, “Are you…”

“I’m not from your world,” he offers, with his hand on your shoulder.

Nodding, you step back, allowing Bruce’s hand to slip from your shoulder.

“Why’d you step through the portal?” Jason asks him. “This Bruce would never.”

“I didn’t. I turned around and I was here.”

“Were you in the cave?” you ask.

He nods, and you pull your lip between your teeth to think.

“Father!” Damian yells.

Everyone in the cave turns. Damian went to bed hours ago, and now he’s descending the stairs dressed in his Robin uniform and extending a katana behind him.

“I found someone who may be of interest to you,” he adds.

Stepping into the light, you see who he’s directing with the point of his sword. Your eyes widen as you see the bright red marking on his chest.

“Terry?” you ask softly.

Batman – the one with the tall ears and the bright red bat insignia, held at knifepoint by his mentor’s lab-grown son – looks up at the sound of your voice. He steps forward, knocks Damian’s katana onto the floor, and says your name in reply.

He walks to you and wraps his arms around your waist, holding you so tightly against his chest that your ribs begin to ache. You don’t care, though, so you hug him like you’ll never see him again. Because you thought you wouldn’t.

Terry’s Bruce lays his hand on Terry’s back and says, “She’s not from our reality, McGinnis. She’s gone.”

“Gone?” you repeat, pulling back slowly.

“I hate to break up the reunion,” Damian calls. “But there’s a goat-faced lady trying to break into GCPD headquarters.”

You turn to Jason and say, “Batman can help.”

“That won’t get confusing,” Jason grumbles. He looks at Terry, his expression hidden by the hood, and says, “You’re with me, then, McGinnis.”

“All due respect,” Terry begins, glancing toward you.

“I’ll be in your ear,” you promise. “Like before.”

Terry smiles beneath the cowl. He nods and drags his hand across your waist before he follows Jason out of the cave.

“I guess it’s just you and me, Wayne,” you say, following future Bruce to the desk.

“Don’t get too attached to this version of Terry,” he warns. “You’ll go back to your time, and he’ll be devastated going back to his.”

“I wish,” you murmur. “I don’t have a time anymore. I lost Terry, Bruce, so if this is a chance to say goodbye, bet every cred you have that I’m going to use it.”

Bruce holds your eyes, then turns to the blinking trackers and the radio feed.

“How do we close this thing?” Dick asks.

“It’s essentially an alternating circuit of time and energy. It’s measured in seconds,” Bruce replies.

“I can measure it,” Terry assures everyone. “Once we know the unit of circulation, we can shut it down.”

“How are you supposed to get home then?” Batman asks.

“I’ll worry about that,” Bruce says. “You get that energy circuit shut down and the spliced kids in cuffs.”

“Bravo-Six, going dark,” Jason quotes.

“What?” Terry and Bruce ask together.

“He’s quoting a video game,” you explain. “Call of Duty, I think.”

“Retro,” Terry muses. “Measuring the stream now.”

“Use the reciprocal,” Bruce reminds him.

“Yeah, I got it, Wayne.”

You smile at their back-and-forth, but tears prick your eyes because Bruce wasn’t wrong. He and Terry will go back to their timeline, and you’ll be left behind. Again.

While Bruce and Batman work on creating a one-way time jump to get Bruce and Terry home, you take Terry’s hand and lead him into a secluded corner of the cave. Your hands rest on his shoulders, and he nods when you brush your fingers against the bottom of his cowl. Pulling it over his head, you look at Terry McGinnis for the first time in too long.

“You okay?” you ask softly.

“Everything’s schway,” he replies, smiling. “You?”

You nod. It’s a lie, and Terry knows it. Brushing your fingers over his jaw, you wonder what took you so long. You waited too long to tell Terry how you felt in high school. And when you were finally willing to risk everything by telling him, he pushed you to safety and told you not to look back. Like that, he was gone forever. Everything was gone when you looked back. Yet, another Bruce Wayne took you in and gave you a home when you didn’t have one.

Your hand drops as you say, “Be careful when you get home, okay?”

“What happened? On your world, I mean,” he inquires.

“It’s a long story, but it involves a bad guy trying to turn the whole world bad. As far as I can tell, it’s a bad guy you’ve already dealt with.”

“So, your version of me...”

“I don’t think Terry McGinnis was ever mine, but, yeah, he’s gone. Everybody is, and trust me, I’ve checked.”

“Well, my version of you – who wasn’t really mine either – saved my life,” Terry whispers. “She saved me after my father was killed, and she saved me again when Batman couldn’t.”

You wipe your cheeks and smile at Terry. “She was yours. She was always yours.”

Terry catches one of your tears on his thumb before he rests his palm on your cheek and promises, “He was yours, too.”

“Hey, punch some jokerz for me when you get back?” you ask, trying to lighten the mood.

Terry smiles and says, “Yeah, anything.”

On the other side of the cave, Dick and Jason watch you and Terry. Since you arrived, they’ve accepted you as part of their family.

“Why doesn’t she just go with him?” Jason asks.

“Because realities have to stay separate,” Dick replies, imitating Bruce. He sighs and adds, “No one knows.”

Jason looks away from you to watch the two different versions of Bruce work together and shakes his head. They want to see you happy but understand that things aren’t as simple as they seem.

“I think we’re ready,” Bruce announces. He turns and asks, “Where’d they go?”

“You’re going to give Bruce an ulcer,” you chide, jogging to keep up with Terry’s long strides.

“It’s around here somewhere,” Terry mumbles, unconsciously brushing his thumb across your knuckles.

“Maybe in your Wayne Manor. This one still has Alfred cleaning up after their messes.”

Terry stops and presses the side of a grandfather clock. It opens a dimly lit passage to an oversized balcony that looks like a simple roofline from the ground.

“How’d you find this place?” you ask, leaning against the rail to enjoy the view of Alfred’s garden.

“I broke in, remember?”

You turn toward Terry, and your breath catches when you realize how close he is. Years after losing him, you’ve been given another opportunity. Fate took Terry from you, but, for some twisted reason, you’re standing face-to-face yet again. It is the last time, though you suppose there should be comfort in knowing.

“I missed you,” you whisper.

Terry sighs and leans closer, gripping the railing as he cages you in. “Bruce would say that it wasn’t really me.”

“What do you think?”

“That we’re the same across all the realities. We may be older, younger, more jaded, but deep down, we’re still the same.”

“If anything, you’re less jaded than the Terry I knew.”

He smiles and brushes his arm against yours. “It isn’t fair.”

“No,” you agree softly. “But it’s the way it is.”

“What if it doesn’t have to be?”

“We don’t get to decide, Terry.”

Terry pushes off the railing, running his hands through his hair as he turns away from you. “Then who does?!” he exclaims. “You stayed here, moved away from your time, so why is everyone here so sure that we can’t do it again?”

“Because your version of me could come back,” you try to explain.

“She won’t.”

“I escaped my reality, Terry, you never know if-“

“We buried you!” he interrupts, his chest heaving. “This is my only chance to get you back, and you’re telling me that I can’t have it.”

“Terry,” you call.

He shakes his head and continues pacing. Finally, you step in front of him and press your hands against his chest.

“I’m sorry,” you begin. “I didn’t know. But we both know we can’t fight Bruce about this.”

Terry doesn’t reply. He watches you and continues breathing against your touch.

“I didn’t get a chance to tell you before…”

Terry’s brows lift nearly imperceptibly. He notices your use of you. It sounds like you’ve stopped seeing him as a different Terry. The moment he laid eyes on you, he knew you were his. Maybe not the exact girl he loved and never told, but still the same. You’re his and always will be, even if he has to leave you behind.

“I love you, Terry McGinnis,” you confess. “And I always will.”

Terry smiles, and his hands move to your waist. “We can’t fight Bruce about this,” he repeats.

“Good,” Bruce interrupts before you’re separated and blinded by a bright, white light.

A calloused palm brushes up and down your arm. Squeezing your eyes closed, you try to remember what it was like to stand with Terry, to tell him you loved him. There should be closure, but you only feel a growing pit of emptiness. Yet, the touch against your skin makes the heartbreak seem mendable.

“No, Ace, don’t lick her,” someone chides gently.

You open your eyes immediately, sitting up to find him. Terry’s hand moves from your arm to your shoulder, and he chuckles at your sudden movement.

“How’s your head?” he inquires. “Wayne didn’t think it through when he pushed us through a portal without knowing where it opened.”

“My head’s fine,” you assure him. “Why’d he do it?”

“Something about knowing that heartbreak makes it hard to be a good Batman.”

“Hi, Ace,” you greet as he presses his snout against your hip. “I missed you, buddy.”

“Good, you’re awake,” Bruce says as he enters the room. He tosses a bag onto the bed and says, “Your alternate-reality brothers sent that.”

“Thank you, Bruce.”

“I just carried the bag.”

Smiling, you say, “You know what I mean.”

Bruce nods once, then leaves you alone with Terry.

“You loved me in the other world,” Terry says. “I’ve lost two chances to say it.”

“You’re just mad I said it first.”

“That is so not kicks.”

You laugh because you're glad to be back with Terry and excited to be around people who understand your slang again.

“Well?” you ask, leaning closer to Terry. “Are you going to say it now?”

“McGinnis,” Bruce calls. “There’s a crew of Jokerz outside City Hall.”

Terry sighs and asks, “Do you think we’ll ever have another moment to ourselves?”

“Keep looking for hidden balconies,” you encourage. “And stay safe.”

“I’ll be back,” he promises.

You pet Ace as Terry leaves, but he rushes back into the room a moment later.

“Forgot something,” he says, leaning against the mattress to be closer to you. “I love you.”

“I love you,” you reply, smiling as you lay your hand over his.

Terry kisses your forehead and promises to return to you.

“You better,” you call after him.

“Hey, I’ve got a kiss to deliver,” he says from the doorway. “I’ll be here.”

You stand nearly an hour later, eager to get to the Batcave and help him as best as possible.

“I think you’re supposed to be in bed,” Batman chides, leaning against the Batcave entrance with his arms crossed.

“And you’re supposed to be back to give me something, I think,” you reply.

Ace barks at your side, and Terry pulls the cowl off his head. He drops it to the floor and takes two long steps to reach you. His gloved hands rise to your neck, and you hold his waist as you kiss Terry.

You both missed your first chance, but your worlds collided, and now you have Terry back. As you move with him, you know this is where you’re meant to be. You love Terry McGinnis in every world, but you belong beside him.

[yandere-wishes]

Guys quick question (consider it market research) Does Terry Mcginnis count as part of the batfamily? Like would it be weird to include him in a modern setting with the Robins?

[hoodzgyal]

when you told your boyfriend you needed homework help, you never imagined it would end up like this.

“i dunno the answer,” you whine, half heartedly thrashing in his grip.

he’s got your legs spread as you sit on his lap, a laptop with the offending homework in question. his fingers are centimeters from where you need them, but you have to focus if you want them there.

"yes you do, honey," he counters, hand cupping your panty-clad sex, "think. think hard."

"um," you huff, staring at the answer choices with a pout.

as if to soothe your souring mood, his fingers begin to move, working slow circles over your clit. even with the barrier of those frilly panties you love, it works, coaxing a sigh from your lips.

"answer," he commands, fingers moving a little faster now, "or i'll stop."

"fuck," you groan, "uh… is it 12.5?"

he doesn't answer; instead his lips find your neck, pressing soft kisses to it as his fingers finally breach the waistband of your panties.

you moan at the contact, and though you can't see him, you can hear the smile in his voice when he says, "there she is, my clever girl."

—————————————————————

- dick grayson, hal jordan, clark kent, tim drake, jason todd, bruce wayne, terry mcginnis

[reveluving]

moments that matter ; bruce wayne x batmom reader

warnings: pure fluff!

a/n: I got nothing to say, I just wanted to give battinson!bruce a try!

check out my batmom m.list!

it's hard for people to believe that he's a married man, let alone a father.

out of everyone in the family, many wonders how bruce had not only proposed to you, but also fathered the former acrobat. at first, they thought its cause the boy lost his parents, just as bruce did. and with dick's more upbeat energy, it's understandable that he likely takes it from you than bruce.

but then, bruce adopts another kid.

and another.

and another.

... and another.

and everyone starts asking themselves if this was all his idea or yours.

oh, if only they knew.

if only they knew your struggle to resist those sad eyes he'd give you.

you just wished the public gave him so much more credit when it comes the kids. you don't think you could even handle the life as a mother without bruce.

and as much as your kids love to joke about bruce's 'teenage phase', one can only imagine the sheer gratefulness they had for him and you.

the perfect balance to this cruel yet sweet world.

it doesn't take long for people to figure out that your children's compassionate side has to come from you, which they weren’t wrong. even bruce himself acknowledged it.

but bruce is anything but heartless, no no. would he even consider taking any of them under his wing if he was? no!

and the idea of fatherhood came easier because you were by his side. so what if he now has eight kids? why would he want to imagine what his life would've been without them?

without the texts from dick, who's all the way in bludhaven, to take breaks?

without jason's interferences when he's outnumbered by a number of gangsters?

without the sounds of tim and damian arguing over the littlest things, only to hilariously end it by shaking hands when you give them 'the eye'?

without attending cass' recital with you, your boys and even alfred, steph, babs and kate as she's the main dancer?

without terry being matt's assistant as the latter tries to treat bruce's so-called ouchies?

without living this life without you?

no. it was impossible to imagine the other bruce wayne.

the bruce wayne he didn't turn out to be.

but hey, speaking of yourself, wanna know a random fact he loves about you?

your style!

whatever your aesthetics may be, he loves you for it! who was he to say otherwise, when he doesn't really take his own into account anyway?

you're in all-black too? that's great! no one's here to judge—not him, not alfred, and certainly not his kids. you're the one able to mix and match like a true professional!

but say your sense of style falls under the bright/pastel/fairycore-like category! gotham's pretty depressing, including the manor itself, so he appreciates it when he's suddenly slapped with a sight of his wife donning her soft pink dress.

bruce finds it endearing that you actually wore the shades he bought for both you and himself. he thought he was being silly at first, wondering if you'd actually wear it, so imagine his surprise when just days after, you decided to match with him when he found the time to take you out to dinner.

he's even more surprised when one day, duke tells him that you've been under the weather because you lost the shades.

instead of waking up to your husband the next day, you find a glasses case on his pillow, complete with a golden ribbon.

he's bought you a new pair, the same kind, but this time, bruce purposely ordered it so that 'mrs wayne' was written next to the frame name.

he comes home, feigning ignorance by raising his brow, though he knew good and well why you were practically blinding him with your smile before you peppered his face with kisses.

˚ · . f i n . · ˚

[hanasnx]

DATE NIGHT — bruce wayne, dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake, terry mcginnis, talon.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: for @xstarkillerx and his date night prompt ノ features indyfied (potentially ooc) tim drake. WARNINGS: drug mentions: weed, acid ノ suggestive content: dancing, grinding ノ ooc tim drake perhaps.

✩ BRUCE WAYNE

outfit(s) ¡! ❞

Black turtleneck; ghurka pants; versace black leather belt; calatrava watch; loafers or chairman dress lace-ups; ballston merino gray wool socks.

location(s) ¡! ❞

He's a versatile dater, he can make any scene his scene: club, bar, concert, dinner. He's already a VIP member there with a table he owns, not to mention a proud shareholder. He can get you backstage, he knows the performer personally because they're a close friend. He's got a lot of ins places, which makes dating easy and frequent.

✩ DICK GRAYSON

outfit(s) ¡! ❞

Expensive: black t-shirt; grand seiko watch; a single stainless steel huggie earring; figaro 5mm silver chain; hopsack wide leg pants; chelsea boots; cavalli black leather belt; worn quarter length white socks.

Casual: he keeps the jewelry and t-shirt; loose fitted jeans; leather lace up boots.

location(s) ¡! ❞

His expensive dates are nice restaurants. Casual are much more frequent and range from the rare fast food stop to the movies. He's not above dancing and grinding with you at the club. Gym dates are easy, but that requires a different wardrobe.

✩ JASON TODD

outfit(s) ¡! ❞

Cargo joggers; carhartt black webbing belt; beat-up black leather biker jacket; off white t-shirt or long sleeve; alphaforce duty boots; crew length black socks; silver cross chain and he doesn't really know why he wears it; frayed leather band bracelets on one wrist; silver band rings; ear cuffs; sometimes a ratty red ball cap to keep his hair out of his face.

location(s) ¡! ❞

Public dates are very rare. Movies, or spending time at the bookstore or library with a coffee and a seat, cafés, delis. Mostly at home having a movie night or a nap.

✩ TIM DRAKE

outfit(s) ¡! ❞

Old skool black vans or vans checkerboard slip ons; mismatched holed quarter length socks; dark wash wide leg jeans; graphic t-shirt of something he's never heard of; black grommet belt; skinny hair ties and falling apart string friendship bracelets and rubber wristbands on his wrists; leather string coin pendant necklace; cartilage and first and seconds ear piercings.

location(s) ¡! ❞

Videogames at home: couch co-ops like mortal combat, mario kart, overcooked, wii sports resort, or portal 2. Ordering in everything from pizza to sushi. Popping acid and/or smoking. Keeping up with a show together, movie nights. Hanging out on the roof to watch the stars.

✩ TERRY McGINNIS

outfit(s) ¡! ❞

Brown chelsea boots; black split neckline t-shirt; washed patch pockets on dark cuffed jeans; joe rocket classic leather motorcycle jacket; timberland belt.

location(s) ¡! ❞

Clubs are his best bet because of his unusual schedule, but a fancier dinner or two is on the table as a rare and occasional treat. Also running errands together.

✩ TALON

outfit(s) ¡! ❞

Suede brown blazer; hopsack wide leg pants; white or black turtleneck; chairman dress lace-ups; quarter length black socks; burgundy leather gloss belt; silver cross chain.

location(s) ¡! ❞

Will not go out in public. Any dinners will be at your place if any actually take place. He's prone to disappearing.

@HANASNX 2024 | do not copy, plagiarize, or steal.

[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.