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shesawriter39049 · 4 years ago

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|Breakdowns & Bugatti’s| M|

***** Headcanon’s for my OT7 AU*****

Genre: Rich Kid AU/ Drama/ Suspense/ Smut/ Angst

AU SUMMARY : The story of 8 heirs, who also happen to be the children of some of the most powerful, and well known political figures in The Big Apple! This is a candid look at all of the sex, lies, drama, scandals, couture and boujee affairs that are caught both on, but more importantly off camera!

OR: Gossip girl meet’s HTGAWM? Essentially if GG was on HBO, darker, and had more depth within it’s plot! Which is no shade, I love me some Gossip Girl, but realistically looking back a lot of the “Drama” wasn’t that...deep lol! But we still loved it all the same!

Note: The first chapter is called “The Kim’s of New York” So these headcanon’s are solely the Kim boys & the OC! ALSO, I just tried to find the most discrete gif for the Y/N there is NO ethnicity for ANY of my OC’s! Also, it’s set to be a OT7 intertwined plot but the smut with the OC will prob only be 3/4 members deep!

***The sneak peek for part 1 which is Namjoon X Reader will be linked***

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Name: Namjoon Kim

Age: 21 Birth place: New York, New York

Current Residence: West Village, New York/ Songpa-Gu, Seoul Korea

Profession: Heir, College student, Entrepreneur, Art lover, Smartass, Heartbreaker (Closet fuck boi)

College: NYU (Incoming Junior)

Degree: Aiming for a Master’s in Journalism & Political communication. Endgame :Political Journalism

Preferred Degree: Opinion, Trade, or Art Journalism, or a Museum Curator (Namjoon actually anonymously runs a pretty popular art based travel blog)Namjoon also dabbles in that Soundcloud life making beats under an undisclosed name...however that’s just a hobby....so he says...

Business Type:....Co-owner/founder of an exclusive, invite only, dating service....do with that information what you will!

(Bonus Question ) Licensed Business?: LMAO….sure

Net Worth : 10 Figures

Dating Status : Closet Fuck Boi! Wait, is that not an option? Okay fine. He’s single...ish…Kinda? Well to be fair it depends on the time of day honestly! Is it a Sunday? Are we going to Brunch at Society Café? Or, is it Friday night and he’s going to the “Press Lounge”? More importantly is it election season and and does his father need him to not look like a hoe!? This is all crucial information, I need meticulousdetails honestly! So for the time being I guess I’ll have to pass on the question!

Aesthetic : Tom Ford X Hugo Boss X Valentino X Dior X Tommy Hilfiger = Couture Business Casual! I.E Namjoon always looks like he’s going to some business meeting with Elon Musk, and Jeff Bezos! Even if it’s like...noon on a Saturday and your going on a day trip to Nappa...He’s still in calfskin loafers and a disrespectfully tight button up. Namjoon’s giving like...hot college professor PornHub realness...Yup His whole “Scholar Student” Aesthetic is a whole ass kink and baby boy knows it!

Political Tie: Father, Joshua Kim, New York Senator

Parents : Father : Joshua Kim, (New York Senator, son of Billionaire tech Tycoon Sang Woo Kim) Mother: Christine Kim : Luxury Event planner

Siblings : Only child

Political Party: Democratic

Actual Political Party: Liberal Daily : Matte Black Porsche 911/ Satin Red Ferrari 458/ Bugatti Veyron Matte red

Name: Seokjin Kim (Jin Kim)

Age: 23

Birth place: London, England

Current Residence: Upper Eastside, New York/ Chelsea London

Profession: Existing, Retired Editorial Model, Entrepreneur, Occasional influencer (When he feels like it) IE, the influencer that never really asked for the titile...he’s just rich and living his life! I mean let’s be real who isn't curious to see how the -1% lives?!

College: University of Oxford

Degree: Maybe he has a Master’s in Business...maybe he dropped out!

Preferred Degree: Culinary Arts...or honestly...just chillin...maybe eventually open his own modeling firm or something down the line!

Business Type:....Jin casually runs high stakes poker matches...and that’s all you need to know for right now….

(Bonus Question ) Licensed Business?:...Again...that’s all you need to know right now…

Net Worth : 10 Figures

Dating Status : Single, and not in the mood to entertain….unless you’ll like...walk yourself out after then maybe...Oh also it’s a requirement that you’re aware there’s more luxury brands than Gucci and Louis Vuitton. Show up in anything straight monogram and Jin’s going flaccid on command!

Aesthetic : Chanel X Dior X Cavalli X Dolce X Fendi = On Duty Runway Model! It truly doesn’t matter if he’s going to brunch, the movies, or sitting front row at Galliano! Jin always looks like he should be front row at Galliano! Whilst also effortlessly looking 10x’S pretter than half of the bitches in Manhattan even on his worst day! Androgyny at its finest, well Jin and Judge Parks son are kinda tied in that department!

Political Tie: Father, David Kim, Mayor’s Chief of Staff/ “Ghost” press secretary

Parents : Father : David Kim, (Retired Corporate Attorney, son of Billionaire Oil Tycoon Hyun-Son Kim) Mother: Lisa Kim, Co- owner of Hotel Shailla, daughter of Michael Lee, Millionaire Entrepreneur )

Siblings : Taehyung Kim (20), Hae Jin Kim (29) Deceased...( Allegedly)

Political Party: Democratic

Actual Political Party: Honestly, Jin could give less than a damn

Daily : Matte Pink Aston Martin One, White Bugatti Chiron

Name: Taehyung Kim (Tae Kim)

Age: 20

Birth place: Rome, Italy

Current Residence: Cobble Hill, New York/ Pairs, France (When he’s not in school...or just on the weekends)

Profession: College student, Painter, Podcast Host, unwarranted fashion critique/ Stylist! Tae lowkey thinks his IG feed is the reprise of “Fashion Police” Joan Rivers bless rest her soul..she would’ve loved him!

College: Bernard (Sophomore)

Degree: Fine Arts (Painting/ Sculpture)

Preferred Degree: Exactly...what he’s doing...he enrolled at NYU for business. Lasted all of like...5 months before he dropped out!

Business Type:....Tae run’s a very...controversial late night Podcast appropriately titled “Tae unfiltered”! It wasn’t supposed to be a job, lord knows he doesn't need one...However due to the steady increase in his audience the youngest Kim is on track to ending up on Forbes without his inheritance.

(Bonus Question ) Licensed Business?:...Yup!

Net Worth: 10 Figures

Dating Status : Single, and more than ready to mingle, Tae essentially had the same girlfriend all throughout high school! The pair broke up maybe 7 months ago when she opted to go to college in London. So let’s just say he has a lot of making up to do and he’s very much….open to new experiences…

Aesthetic : Guicci X Gucci X Gucci X Gucci X Gucci = Gucci!? Nah, actually Tae, is fond of anything that doesn't...blend in...so Moschino, GCDS, Vetements, Kenzo, Balmain= If it lowkey looks like it could've been homemade...but it cost like bare minimum 4k! Or he just highkey looks exactly like you’d expect, like a very rich, art student who loves funky. abstract, unethical, clothing! Is he going to Coachella or to the farmers market? We may never know but that’s fine! He’s also young, and well aware that he’s fine as fuck, and that’s a whole ass problem! Tae may not have a ton of experience but he’s far from shy and more than down to learn...

Political Tie: Father, David Kim, Mayor’s Chief of Staff (Ghost press secretary)

Parents : Father : David Kim, (Retired Corporate Attorney, son of Billionaire Oil Tycoon Sang Tae Won Kim) Mother: Lisa Kim, Co- owner of Hotel Shailla, daughter of Michael Lee, Millionaire, Entrepreneur )

Siblings : Seokjin Kim (23), Hae Jin Kim (29) Deceased ( Allegedly)

Political Party: Democratic

Actual Political Party: Liberal AFFFFFFFFFFFFF

Daily : Lime Green Lamborghini Huracan/ Matte Grey Ferrari F60

Name: Yn/Ln

Age: 21

Birth Place: Paris, France

Current Residence: Upper East Side, New York/ Dubai

Profession:...Taking pictures, of both herself and other people, ugh...looking attractive? Does that count? Oh being well dressed...Self taught photographer, Fashion Blogger, Creative Director,Entrepreneur...

College: N/A ...Possible freshman at NYU or Bernard or, FIT for Photography & or Fashion

Degree: N/A... IF, she went it would be for Fine Arts/ Fashion degree for Creative Direction

Preferred Degree: Honestly, none, she lives and breathes fashion and due to her lifestyle Y/n already has the type of connections that up and coming photographers would die for! BUT...said college degree would shut her father up...so it’s a possibility! However, it’s not like he considers photography or being a fashion influencer a real job anyway...sooo she mideswell just not even bother!

Business Type:....Existing? Her main job is essentially...breathing...and occasionally taking pictures of other people! Oh, and herself as well, she get’s paid to post daily content! She runs a website called “MyJobIsToBeWellDressed” Co-owner of an exclusive invite only dating service!

(Bonus Question ) Licensed Business?: Yes and...(lmao)...for the first part, where her blog and all of that is concerned, yes...she’s 1099 the full nine! The other job however...................mmm... next question?

Net Worth: 10 Figures

Dating Status :YOLO

Aesthetic : 90’s Couture meet’s “House of Yes” @ 3 AM ( Back when luxury brands weren’t afraid to have fun and be a little risque) Chanel X Versace X Dolce X Prada X Gucci X Galliano = Well kept sugar baby??? Or every time you see her your literally like “Dude where the fuck are you even going!!??” Baby girl is always overdressed, she showed up to go on a doggy date through central park with Yoongi and Holly in 7 inch Louboutin’s sooo..we love that! Owns literally every vintage 90′s runway archive you can think of...If you’ve gagged over it on Pinterest it’s in Y/n’s closet. She’s smooth as all fuck...that’s for damn sure, radiating the perfect blend of BD and WAP energy....she’s a bad bitch and she knows it! Fuck the entire upper Eastside knows it!

Political Tie: Father, Christopher L/N, New York Senator

Parents: Father : Christopher L/N, (New York Senator, son of Billionaire Automotive Tycoon/ Real Estate Mogul Gregory L/N/ ) Mother: Ashley L/N, (luxury) Interior Designer & Daughter of Hotel Mogul Michael L/N

Siblings: Only child...maybe

Political Party: Democratic

Actual Political Party: Liberal

Daily : Matte Black Bugatti Divo / Satin Purple Lamborghini Murcielago/ Any car that any of her friends are driving because...fuck that, ridding shotty all day!

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There they are!!

The sneak peek is linked below...part 1 is Namjoon X Reader

However Jin and Tae are briefly introduced...and they will eventually have induvial chapters as well!

SNEAK PEEK

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ruiyuki-archives · 4 years ago

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bnha + tdmm gundam AU

This is an AU I wrote on the todomomo discord server eons ago. Anything posted to this blog will be transcripts of old original work and not really edited, save for formatting. I have no guarantees if I will ever finish these AUs either so these will only be kept as an archive.

Heavily inspired by Gundam SEED/Destiny

Original transcript posted to tdmm discord: Aug 2018

BNHA MECHA/MILITARY/GUNDAM AU??? FT. TDMM + OTHERS.

JUST HEAR ME OUT OK:

idk when this is set but some sci-fi au where earth is at war w some enemy people and the military uses mechs

U.A. aka United Alliance is the military organization in charge of Earth's mechs

decades ago for idk.. WW III or something, pilots enlisted in U.A. piloting giant mechs (aka H.E.R.O.S. - “high efficiency robotic operating systems”) became protectors of citizens?? some shit like that.

the top pilots made a name for themselves were namely Toshinori Yagi piloting the TPHR-ALL MIGHT at #1 and #2 Todoroki Enji piloting the FLHR-ENDEAVOR

(Bonus: TPHR for "The People's HERO" and FLHR for, you guessed it, "Flame HERO" woooo)

but during the final mecha fight that subsequently ended WW III, Toshinori Yagi was declared MIA bc his mech crash landed on some coastal shore and by the time they found ALL MIGHT, the cockpit was empty and the pilot was gone

anyway fast forward >> U.A. has a cadet school and low and behold who do we find enrolled,,, aspiring young pilots Midoriya Izuku and Bakugou Katsuki

they both heard the heroic stories of pilot Toshinori and ALL MIGHT and woooo got into U.A.

also in U.A. ofc is Todoroki Shouto whos been groomed to be a mecha pilot since age 5 courtesy of Enji. D u h. (Enji's still piloting ENDEAVOR at this time but has it pretty set that Shouto will inherit piloting his mech)

aaand ofc we get the rest of class 1A in U.A. cadet school for various reasons

ANYWAY im not going into cadet school days bc thats boring but lets say ofc top of the class pilots are Izuku Bakugou and Todoroki that aces all the flight simulations blah blah blah

Also Toshinori was found to be declared MIA to the public but actually whoop. He's at U.A. as one of the boardmembers bc ofc that’s how im making the story work. Idk he was too injured and has too much ptsd that he cant pilot anymore and is looking for the next pilot to inherit ALL MIGHT (which is fixed up by now)

NOW INTO THE ACTUAL MEAT OF THE STORY - NEW WAR (WW4? I GUESS)

CADET KIDS ARE NO LONGER CADETS. THEYRE FULL FLEDGED PILOTS NOW AND ARE THROWN INTO THE NEXT WAR BC THAT WAS PART OF WHAT THEY SIGNED UP FOR. Whos the enemy? LoV ofc but i dont have a cool name for them yet LMAOOOO

K SO new war. New battle cruisers. New mechs yayayya

U.A. has 2 new battle cruisers: Sirius A and Sirius B, designated (1-A and 1-B DUH)and duh, the crew of 1-A and 1-B is gonna be classes respectively

1-A, Aizawa is captain of the ship LMAOOOO Momo's the crew's battle analyst on comms + nav, Iida takes the helm, idk whos gonna be on weaponry yet but I kinda wanna make it Tokoyami

Izuku Bakugou and Todoroki are mecha pilots ofc

they have custom made mechs that were made for them for mostly training so the models are pretty basic compared to ALL MIGHT and ENDEAVOR but eh they do the job.

I'm doing the hero name thing again so Izuku pilots OAHR-DEKU, Todo pilots HCHR-SHOUTO and Bakugou pilots.... EXHR-K.E.KILL

bc they’re custom they got to name the mechs so friggin Bakugou. I tried LMAO (if someone can guess the acronyms, bonus points)

also hey! they have a squadron of fighter jet pilots and hey! Its the Bakusquad!!!

each of the fighters have their own names too so you guessed it, their hero namessss ha..ha..ha..ha..

OKAY more people: Hatsume Mei's their engineer. She basically built the mechs and works under Powerloader that built the cruiser ships

Gran Torino built the fighter jets lol

uhh Tsuyu's probably the crew's nurse in the infirmary or smth. Chiyo is the head military doctor back at the U.A. base??? idk

Nedzu head of U.A. Self explanatory.

Fuyumi and Natsuo are there too!!! Fuyumi's part of the cadet teaching staff. Natsuo's a fighter pilot of another fleet

Anyway, TODOMOMO IN THIS AU

they met in cadet training. Momo was working towards being an analyst anyway so naturally they paired up for training exercises as comm + pilot top of the class. Aizawa's first choices when choosing who to enlist in for the 1-A crew

every time Shouto deploys for a fight Momo's hypervigilant in keeping tabs on him in the air bc honestly the worst is seeing a laserbeam aiming for his mech's cockpit

I mean she keeps tabs on Deku and Bakugou too but. y’know she has a bias loool

and god forbid if anything were to happen to Shouto bc the worse would be for him to be MIA or KIA bc this is a war. People lose their lives. She knows its what they signed up for but if she can help him avoid it, she will

but sometimes it cant be helped. Especially since she’s navigating for the other pilots and the ship

it doesn’t help that Shouto's kinda reckless in his mech fights when they get too intense. sometimes he'll ignore his comms all together and when he does that half the time he comes out of his cockpit injured bc nuclear explosions. Recoil. Life threatening occupational hazard. D u h

Momo's basically crying by his bedside in the infirmary every time that happens

and THE ONE INSTANCE WHERE HE IS OFFICIALLY DECLARED MIA, Momo loses it

bc its his fight against the enemy mech CRHR-DABI. Its in the midst of the enemy's unexpected assault. and the 1A and 1B are taking heavy fire. So she has to focus on Aizawa's orders. and Shouto is getting out range that she cant keep tabs on him. and he's ignoring her comms. so by the end of it, by the time the enemy ships and mechs retreat, HCHR-SHOUTO is g o n e

the dust clears up. Its raining. The fighting's stopped. All of the enemy forces has retreated so U.A. calls their pilots to retreat

2 of their 3 mechs have returned to the ship except for SHOUTO. And Momo's frantically trying to get through to him. But nothing.

Aizawa orders her to stop trying. they'll send out a search team to investigate his last known location after everyone rests. Repairs to 1A and the mechs need to be made. They have to make haste, but for now, rest.

all the logistical post-battle crap is cared for first. Status reports, repair agenda, the next battle plan. The search team is sent out.

nothing.

they keep looking.

nothing for days.

keep looking.

they find it. HCHR-SHOUTO in a lake torn to shambles. The cockpit cut open. Blood stains trail out toward the forest it crashed in but no pilot nearby. (Bc hell ya im gonna recycle tropes loool)

Todoroki Shouto declared missing in action.

Momo gets the update and she’s devastated

but theres no time to mourn. A second enemy attack.

the Orion fleet is called in. ENDEAVOR's fleet.

and there he is. that mech. CRHR-DABI. again.

DABI VS ENDEAVOR wooooooooooooo

but this time its nearby the city. Civilians need to be evacuated. WGHR-HAWKS assists in protecting the city as much as possible.

but yup ENDEAVOR gets destroyed too. Enji comes out of his cockpit in critical condition. and the enemy retreats again.

more aftermath. More repairing, more strategies, more recovering the injured. Its a war after all.

U.A. works on building a new mech. ENDEAVOR #2. But Enji has to officially retire from piloting due to his head injury.

and his successor is missing.

there is no pilot.

that is until Shouto shows up again!!!!

he has new scar on the left side of his face.

he saw ENDEAVOR's fight.

he’s alive. He’s come back. And he's out to take down DABI.and you bet he made his dramatic reappearance like:

Aizawa, at a battle meeting with Momo, Nedzu, Toshinori and other UA officials: "Tell me Nedzu. what choices do we have? Enji is compromised. His successor is missing. We're out of pilots. Who’s going to pilot the second ENDEAVOR?"

Todo, walking casually through the door: "I will."

After thoughts:

hi yes pls imagine all the pilots in skin tight pilot suits and helmets bc HAHAHHAA NGL THAT WAS THE 5% MOTIVATION OF ME COMING UP WITH THIS AU 👀

also momo in a military uniform 👀

the mechs look like their hero uniforms. OAHR-DEKU is green & white in colour. EXHR-K.E.KILL is black & orange. HCHR-SHOUTO is red blue silver.

TPHR-ALL MIGHT is gold & royal blue. FLHR-ENDEAVOR is blue red and orange.

CRHR-DABI is grey and purple and is piloted by Touya who else would it be

the fleet that i said Natsuo was a part of is the Orion fleet.. Enji's fleet

now that I think about it, Aoyama is probably the designer behind the pilot suits

Shouto names the 2nd ENDEAVOR mech HCHR-REI after his mom

his mom is a civilian and is very much alive kthx Im not pulling some EVA shit here ok

> bonus tdmm mecha NSFW

> archives masterpost

#todomomo #todoroki shouto #momo yaoyorozu #ruiyukis unfinished aus #IDK man just take it #this was from when i finished vld s7 and gave me mecha au vibes #things that wouldnt leave me alone

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ellana-ravenwood · 6 years ago

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The Ex - Jason Todd x Single !Mom reader part 3/5

Hi, my name’s Ella’, and I’m here to fuck up absolutely perfect families. Hope you’ll like this new chapter of Jay x Single!Mom, I think there’ll be only one more part after this, and um...yup, hope you’ll like it ! :

FINISHED SERIES : PART 1, PART 2, PART 4, PART 5 NEWLY ADDED EPILOGUE : PART 1/3

My masterlist blog : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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“Hey (Y/N).”

He dares to say, a wrapped package in one hand, and flowers in the other.

“…Jess ?”

You whisper, not quite believing your eyes.

Jess. Him. How ? After all this years, why ?

Jess. Him. Viggo’s father.

You don’t think. As soon as the information of who this is finally reaches your brain, and the shock passes, you walk straight to him.

Jason, who knows who “Jess” is, looks at you with a pained look as you rush to your ex, as if you’re about to give him a hug.

And Jess ? Oh Jess. He has an infuriating smile on his face, the kind that means “I’m gonna get exactly what I want and I know it”, and he opens his arms as if you’re about to give him a hug.

Only you don’t.

Oh no. On the contrary. Years of pent up feelings and resentment against him explode inside you, and as you reach him...You punch him right in the jaw with all your might.

Everyone gasps. Jess grunts in pain. You grab your fist and swear because fuck punching people actually hurts ! Viggo, who went to stand next to Jason, lets out a laugh, apparently delighted that you just hit his father.

Your boy knew about who his dad was.

You kept ONE picture of him to show him what he looked like (and Viggo was very happy to see that he looked NOTHING like his father, but resembled you a lot), because you knew the importance of knowing your own identity. Knowing where you came from. Even if it meant knowing that your father was a total fuck up, at least...you knew.

Viggo knew that he left. Right before his birth.

He knew everything you knew, in fact. Because you never refused to answer his questions. You thought he had every rights to know about the man who abandoned him. At the same time, you tried to not be biased and give your son only the truth, the facts.

You never spoke ill of his father.

You always said you and him got along very well, and that you really were in love with him. You even talked about the good times you had with Jess, after all, you two dated for years before you got engaged and you got pregnant...You never spoke ill of his father, but you stated the facts.

Jess left. There was no beating around the bushes. Viggo deserved to know the truth, and you weren’t about to make up some lie about his dad having to leave for some reasons. No. He left, of his own accord, just like that.

Even if at the time you were in love, and even if he was always sweet and nice to you...he ultimately broke your heart by leaving. By not even having the courage to face you to tell you so, only writing a note saying everything was “too much”.

Jess left Gotham city the day his son was supposed to be born. A few months before you were supposed to get married. That was a fact. And maybe he used to be a nice guy, and you used to be in love with him and all of that...but in the end, he still left.

And though when he was younger Viggo couldn’t quite understand what everything meant, and why his daddy decided to not even see him, wondering if he did anything wrong...Now, at the very wise age of eight, he figured things out. After all, he was quite a smart kid.

Actually, Jason coming in yours and his life helped him understand. It had been just a little bit over six months since you started to date Jay, but it was everything Viggo needed to finally get it.

Jess wasn’t his father.

A father doesn’t leave his kid because he suddenly freaked out about becoming a dad ! A father doesn’t abandon his family, just leaving a short note, not even facing them ! A father, a real one, doesn’t run away at the first sign of trouble ! A father takes care of his kid, no matter what.

To Viggo, the concept of a “dad” was kind of a foreign one. He saw dads on TV, in some of his favorite shows and such. He saw his friends’ dads. But...it was always just a theory to him.

Dads were suppose to be there, to play catch with their sons, to help them do their homework, to kiss their booboo and read them bed times stories...But his dad wasn’t there. And you had to fill in and do everything.

Viggo never thought it was a bad thing, not having a dad. Because you, his beloved mom, were absolutely the best !!

But then. Then Jason came in the picture. And suddenly...Suddenly Viggo understood that having a dad was also awesome !

Your son knew since the beginning, since Jason took care of him when he was sick, that night you were suppose to have your first date, that Jason was definitely “real father material”. He instinctively took care of him, even though he didn’t even know him that much !

And though he was yet too shy and unsure about really calling him that, although he was still kind of afraid Jason would freak out if he did...Viggo realized, as his biological father dared to barge in today, that in his heart, Jason already became kind of his dad.

Not that Jess guy.

Not the one who abandoned him and left his mom in a deep struggle all those years ago ! But the one who didn’t actually “have to” stay and yet spend a night taking care of a sick kid he barely knew, and eating nacho chips and guacamole on the floor of a small living room as a first date. The one who didn’t have to stay, and didn’t run away at the first sign of trouble.

And so, seeing you punch Jess’ goddamn lights out was highly satisfying, for the little boy. He knew violence wasn’t a good answer, but honestly, in this instance ? He didn’t care. Because he too, was mad at his “father” for never even wanting to know him. For never taking news about him, and suddenly reappearing right now, as if nothing !

The flowers and the wrapped object Jess was holding went flying in the air before falling on the ground with a loud noise.

“How dare you ?! How dare you come back ? Today, on his birthday at that ?! Who do you think you are ?”

You scream at him, holding your painful fist in your uninjured hand. Fuming. Viggo has never seen you that angry before. It’s kind of scary. Without thinking about it, the boy grabs Jason’s hand. For comfort. And Jason ? He squeezes back, reassuring Viggo immediately.

Your ex straightens back up, and massages his jaw. it’s definitely gonna bruise. Damn, you had a mean right hook ! He looks at you, eyes narrowing a bit, and his next words make your blood boil :

“Who do I think I am ? I’m his dad, that’s who I am.”

Jess quickly realizes his poor word choice as your eyes turn a couple shades darker and you grab him by the shoulder...To violently bring him towards you and headbutt the hell out of him.

He joins the flowers and gift he brought with him, on the floor, as you take a few unsure step backward. Ok, well headbutting someone also hurts. You see stars for a few seconds when...Jason. Of course.

Jason is by your side now. And Viggo is too (you don’t see him, but he harbors a rather satisfied smile, as he sees his father shaking his head, down on the floor, trying to regain his senses after you basically beat the heck out of him).

Your boyfriend lays a supportive hand on your lower back, and you kinda fall against him as your head spins a bit...It only takes a few seconds for you to get back to normal, but you stay against him. You feel as if he’s lending you his strength, and oh god you need it right now. It’s pretty incredible really, how he manages to soothe you in such a situation.

Jess gets back up once more, and, keeping his distance with you this time, says :

“Ok. I’m sorry. I’m aware I just...I...I’m an asshole, ok ? I know. I shouldn’t have left. And I’m sorry I just assumed right now...I know I have no rights after what I did. I know I fucked up. I came here today to try and...fix things ok ? Glue the pieces back together. My sister just got a kid. And I went to see her in the hospital, and when I held my nephew it...Well it just reminded me that I...that I...That I screwed up. Big time. And so here I am. I know I should’ve called, I’m sorry. But I thought coming back on his birthday would...I don’t know, be nice.”

“You thought wrong.”

You say, your voice cold and harsh. Not an ounce of forgiveness in your tone. Tt. What was he thinking ? That because he suddenly realized he was an ass, you’d forgive him that fast ? That you’d forget YEARS of trying to make ends meet ? Of working multiple jobs just to feed your kid ? That you’d forget how much he broke you, when he left you ? Not even saying where he was going ? Or why, exactly, he was leaving, except that it was “too much” ?

Damn right he was wrong.

“Listen (Y/N), I...I’m not playing tricks or anything ok ? I really had an epiphany, with my sister’s kid. I...I want to be part of his life ? Of our kid’s life ?”

“Our ? Buddy, you lost the right to be his dad when you left eight years ago. As I was about to give birth to him.”

There’s a small silence. You completely forgot that Jason’s family was here, as you’re entirely focus on that asshole that basically ruined your life (though the fact that his existence brought Viggo into your life was a blessing..the only good thing left in your heart about Jess, really).

Your ex lets out a frustrated sigh and you think about hitting him once more for a second. How dare he get frustrated with you right now ? But then he takes the flowers and the gift back from the floor, and says :

“Ok I see now is a bad time. Mea Culpa. I guess I didn’t think. I thought...I thought you’d be happy. That I want to be more in his life, you know ? I guess I really should’ve called. Ask for forgiveness before coming over. I’m sorry. I can see you’re busy so...I’ll go now. We can talk alone, later, right ?”

You don’t say anything, and glare at him some more. You don’t take the flowers and the gift he’s trying to give you either. He sighs once more and says :

“Listen, we really need to talk ok ? I’m sorry I didn’t expect you to react that way ok ? Now I do realize you have every rights to. And I’m a total ass for barging in like this. But...in my defense, I didn’t expect you to have any...Company.”

The way he looks at Jay makes your blood boil once more, and you’re about to punch him again but you feel your boyfriend’s hand on your lower back, caressing you soothingly and...It works. You exchange a look with him, and you can see in his eyes that...yes. Yes you understand.

You should probably stop hitting that jerk in front of your son. No matter how big of a jerk he is, you’re really not giving a good example right now (oh but if only you could see the highly satisfied smile your son had on his face right now !).

But it seems that Jess doesn’t quite learn his lessons fast enough, because he has the guts to say :

“So um...I guess that’s my replacement, uh ?”

You narrow your eyes back at him again. Did he just call Jason a “that” ? And what was he even insinuating right there ? Oh my god he had NO rights even making this kind of comment ! But before you can get to him again, and this time kick him in the balls, Viggo says :

“There was nothing to replace, really. You weren’t there.”

You often cursed your son’s smartassness, but in this instance ? You can’t help but smile proudly at him, even if you know you might be a bit petty right now. Eh. Who cares ? You deserve to be petty. Plus given the look on Jess’ face, your boy’s words hurt him more than a kick in the balls would have.

“Outch...But I guess I deserve it uh ? I’m sorry about what I just said. About the replacement. I realize it’s not my place to...I’m sorry. I keep screwing up but...I really didn’t expect you to have company.”

“Oh yeah ? Were you expecting me to wallow forever while waiting for you ? Because I wallowed for about ten seconds, until I realized I had no time for self-pity because I had a kid to feed. All on my own. All of our plans to make it work pfioush, gone into flames.”

“Ok. Ok (Y/N), let’s take a break in the bashing ok ? You can lash out on me later. When we won’t have an...audience. Please, let’s just meet later ok ? Give me a chance to apologize at least ? To explain myself ? Give you my side of the story ? No wait, don’t speak. I’ll um...I’ll call later ok ?”

“I won’t answer.”

“I’ll still call. And hope that when your anger will go down, you’ll give me a chance. I know I don’t deserve it, believe me I do. But...I’ll try anyway.”

He shoves the flowers in your arms, and you catch them by reflex. He then turns to your son and says :

“Happy birthday...Um...uh...”

“It’s Viggo. My name is Viggo.”

“Oh, Viggo uh ? Like the actor ?”

“No. Not at all. You’re completely wrong.”

He’s not sure quite why, but Viggo doesn’t want that guy to know that you named him after the actor indeed. He doesn’t want that guy to know anything ! He should have given him a fake name...Ugh, what kind of father doesn’t even know his own kid’s name ?! It’s not like you stopped him from coming to see him...he just didn’t seem to be interested until now !

Jess looks at your son for a few seconds, and then smiles sadly.

“Well...happy birthday, Viggo.”

Your son reluctantly takes the gift his “father” is giving him in his hands, as Jess turns one final time to you and says :

“I’ll call you later. Sorry again, truly. I hope...I hope you believe me. Talk to you soon, hopefully...Bye (Y/N). I’m sorry. And um...bye buddy.”

Jess finally leaves, and there’s a few more seconds of you not being able to let go of your anger. Of wanting to run after him, and push him down the stairs. But then...Then your son moves, and your eyes follow him.

Viggo walks back in the apartment, passes Jason’s family, and goes into the kitchen. Without saying a word. Worried, you follow after him. Jason does too, so is the rest of his family.

He climbs on the kitchen counter, and opens the window. He looks down in the street, his father’s present still in his hands. There’s a few seconds of confused silence. You’re still so shocked and moved about your ex’s appearance that you don’t even think about going to your eight years old son and scolding him about looking out the sixth floor window like this !

And apparently, Jason, his dad and his siblings are just as confused and lost, because they don’t do anything either.

And then, after a minute or so, Viggo put the gift his father gave him out of the window, dangling it into the air for a few seconds...before letting go of it.

There’s a second of silence, followed by a crashing sound and a “JESUS CHRIST !”...It’s Jess’ voice, you recognize it.

Your son close the window, and looks at you with a disappointed look before saying :

“I missed.”

You don’t know why, but all of a sudden, all your stress, pain and anger from the past few minutes vanish and you start laughing louder than you ever did before. Quickly, the rest of the fam follows.

He missed. Oh my god. That boy...

************

“...it wasn’t a very heavy gift anyway, even if I hadn’t missed it would have just like, knocked him out or something, nothing too bad.”

Viggo was saying to Damian, as he was helping Jason’s brother to put his actual gifts away. Damian was chuckling, listening to your boy. They were in the living room, while you were in the kitchen with the rest of the family.

“I’m...I’m so sorry Mr. Wayne. I realize this isn’t a great...first impression...”

“Please, call me Bruce. And then...It really wasn’t your fault.”

There’s a small silence. Not an awkward one though, as you look apologetically to Bruce, and he looks back at you with a reassuring and paternal look.

You smile back at him and feel strangely appeased. And when you turn to the rest of his Jason’s sibling, and they all smile to you. When you see Damian talking with your son about what does he think he got in his presents ?

You’re reassured.

You turn to Jason and...is that a troubled look on his face or are you just imagining ? Oh yeah no, you did just imagine it, as he brightly smiles at you and comes to wrap a tender arm around your waist.

“We can...leave if you want, you know ? To let you process everything ?”

He says in your ear, and you turn to him, panicked as you answer :

“God no ! I..need to think about something else right now ok ? And it’s Viggo’s birthday, he invited you guys, you can't go !”

Jason nods, quite relieved, to be honest. He didn’t want to go. He wanted to stay and see Viggo’s cute smile as he blows his candles and open his presents.

But the arrival of Jess kind of...threw him off. Because no matter how much of an asshole that guy was, he seemed sincere when he said that he truly wanted to be part of Viggo’s life. And that was a good thing, right ?

But as Jason’s gaze was drawn back to Viggo, he couldn’t help but feel a big pang in his chest. If Jess was back in yours and his life, what would happen to him ? Jason was already in too deep in love with you, and head over heals for your little boy, to just move on...

************

The rest of your son’s birthday went perfectly well. Better than you ever expected actually, even with Jess coming to ruin everything.

Well, actually your ex didn’t manage to ruin anything in the end, because this party was a true success ! And one of the main reason for that was your son himself. He seemed to have completely forgotten about his “father” coming back, as he took his spot at one end of the living room’s table.

“Time for the candles !”

He chirped happily, and you all sung him the traditional “happy birthday” song.

“Make a wish baby !”

You tell him, and...Yes. You know exactly what he wished for. You can see it in his eyes, as he goes from looking at you to Jason, and then to the rest of Jay’s family. You’re pretty sure you know what he wished for

He blows his candles, making a wish that he doesn’t say out loud because if he does, it won’t happen, right ? And then he turns to the pile of gift on the couch...

“Ya don’t want to eat some cake first ?”

You ask, knowing perfectly that he won’t be patient enough for that, but also will want to be polite and will ask his guests first. Which is exactly what he does :

“Um...You guys want...cake ?”

“Yes.”

They all say unanimously, and Viggo’s face falls. He really was expecting them to tell him he could open his gifts first. He looks absolutely crushed, and slumps back in his chair. He looks pitifully at you, and nods to the cake...and it makes the entire “bat family” feel bad that they made this little joke.

Bruce looks utterly panicked, and it’s kind of a feat, to see THE Bruce Wayne that worried about hurting a kid’s feelings ! You quickly wonder if he was a dotting father to Jason, when he was younger...Probably.

Damian, who’s the only one who actually didn’t answer “yes” glares at all of his family members. How DARE they make that sweet child sad ? And sure, being sad because he has to eat cake and can’t open his present yet is kind of very childish and...Oh but he IS a kid right ? So allow him be bummed out ! And therefor, Damian glares some more.

Tim and Cass are properly mortified that Viggo didn’t seem to understand their jokes. It makes Cassandra want to speak soothing words to him, forcing herself to get out every words she can muster, while Tim freezes, not sure what to do or what to say because now he’s afraid he’ll only make the situation worst...Dick quickly says :

“Oh kiddo, we were totally joking ! Of course you can open your gift now, the cake can wait !”

Viggo’s smile comes back at once, and it turns into a mischievous grin as he says :

“Got ya ! You should see your faces, hilarious !”

And then he jumps off his chair to rush to his presents. You and Jason (who by now was used to your son’s antics) roll your eyes as you witness Bruce, Dick, Tim, Damian and Cassandra’s “shocked” face as the kid completely played them, making them think he was actually sad. Damn it. Smart one. They really thought this little boy was...oh, all of a sudden all of Jason’s stories about this little smartass made sense !

************

“...That’s fo-for me ?”

Viggo asks, not quite sure he can believe his eyes as he holds a brand new PlayStation 4 in his hands, staring at it as if it’s the greatest thing he ever saw.

“Um, yes, yes it is. Jason said you didn’t have one...R-right ?”

It kind of totally adorable, to see Bruce Wayne stumbles on his word in front of your son, unsure if he did the right thing or not.

It’s funny, as Jason looks at his father, he has a flashback at when he first arrived at Wayne’s Manor. Back then too, Bruce was quite stressed about doing the right things. Dick and Jason exchange a knowing look. Both of them “experienced” that shy side of Bruce...By the time Tim and Cass came in, Bruce kinda knew what he was suppose to do.

But with Dick and Jason ? Oh he was so often confused. “Alfred, they can have ice cream for dinner, right ?” It was a lot of questions and not many answers.

Jason looked fondly upon Viggo and his father interacting, and he was pretty sure he heard his heart slowly bursting when Viggo calmly settled his new PlayStation on a side, got on his feet, solemnly walked towards Bruce and asked politely :

“May I hug you ? Please ?”

You were pretty sure you “awed” aloud too. Your son was such a sweet little man...You know that he wanted to rush to Bruce and hug the hell out of him, but since he didn’t know him very much and wasn’t too sure either of how to ask...It was just so cute, how he was being so serious while asking for a hug !

“Um...Yes. Yes of course.”

And oh Bruce was in for a treat because when your son gave a hug ? He gave a hug. Your little boy says “thank you, sir” a bit formally and then...he lunges at Jason’s father with all his might, and circled his arms around the man’s neck tightly.

“Thank you so much for the PS4 I love it, oh my god thank you it’s too much I can’t accept it, thanks a lot for it ! I don’t think I can get it because it’s too much...but thank you !”

Bruce answers to the hug by wrapping his own arms around your boy, and is even more confused than before as your son keep saying he can’t accept the gift, but that it’s also the best gift ever and he can’t wait to try it, while not being able to accept it...You chuckle and once again, you’re so proud to have raised such a cute little one, who understands the value of things.

Of course, he’ll accept the PlayStation (you’ve never been able to afford one for him...), but you’re just so proud of him right now, for even thinking about refusing the gift because it’s a bit too much. You’re too happy he can finally have a console though. Of course, he wasn’t a poor little boy cause he didn’t have one, but it was nice, that for once, he could have the same things his classmates had.

Viggo hugs Bruce for two long and cute minutes, and you can see the man slowly relaxing in your son’s arms. Too sweet for this world. When your boy finally let’s go, he smiles widely and then goes to hug his new PlayStation, repeating “I love it I love it” multiple times before he realizes it’s a bit rude to not open his other gifts...

He stands up and takes another one.

“That’s from me !”

Damian says with a smile, clearly eager to see the boy’s reaction. And when your son tears open the box...

“OH MY GOD !!”

He yells, and then all you see is your little eight year old kid running around the living room screaming happily and...the hell did he just get ?

When your son finally calms down, and puts the box on the floor to then proceed on literally jumping on Damian, you finally see what’s the matter.

“Cheese Viking VR”. A virtual helmet with the entire “Cheese Viking” game saga. It was suppose to be sold out, and new production for it was running slow, as the company didn’t expect to sell that many sets...It was probably a pain to find. No wonder, Damian looked so proud of himself !

Jason couldn’t believe his eyes, as he saw his bratty little brother hug Viggo back gladly, and smiling fondly at the kid. He knew they somewhat bonded when you meet them at the arcade room, but it was still a surprise. A pleasant one.

Viggo finally calmed down a second time, and went to sit on the couch, saying :

“Ok guys, if you have any more of this kind of surprises, you need to tell me. Because I don’t think my heart can handle it right now...” your little one says, but it seems like Dick, Tim and Cassandra don’t think their gift will outmatch Bruce’s or Damian’s.

But they’re wrong. They don’t outmatch it, no, but they make your boy as happy as the PlayStation and the Cheese Viking VR set.

Tim gives him a “little chemist set”, and coincidentally, it was exactly the one that your son always wanted but that you could never afford...You had to tell Viggo to be patient, or he would have started experiencing there and there, forgetting the world around him.

Dick gives him an electric skateboard with all the safety gears, and your son just couldn’t believe that this was just for him. He never saw that many toys and such in the same room ! All for him !!

And when Cassandra gave him basically every single action figure in existence about his favorite TV show, you were pretty sure your kid was gonna faint right in the middle of the room.

He gave away many hugs, and said the sentence “I can’t believe this is for me !” a hundred times. This was the first time in your life that you saw your son not having a smart come back ! It was quite something, really ! And oh it was so nice to see your son’s personality making everyone around him beam !

When you saw everyone together, gathered in that tiny living room, you wouldn’t believe that just a few hours ago you were all almost perfect stranger ! That this was your first meeting !

In fact, it felt like you’d been a family since the beginning of time. That Viggo was yours and Jason’s son, and that you were having his uncles and aunt, and his grandfather, over for his birthday...It really REALLY felt like it.

It kinda freaked you out, when you realized this, but also made you incredibly happy. Because your boy ? He deserved to have great uncles and aunt, and a grandfather like the goddamn Bruce Wayne ! And most of all...a dad like Jason, who had absolutely no intention to ever leave (he made that clear on your first date).

But for now, you shook those pleasant thoughts away, a bit afraid you were getting too carried away, and turned to Jason and your boy as it was your boyfriend’s turn to give him a present. Finally.

“Um, seeing what everyone got you, I’m not sure my present will be that great...”

He says shyly, and you know it was a big deal when none of his siblings teased him about it. The wasn't as big as what his sibling’s or dad got for him, but you were pretty sure it made Viggo almost cry.

It was just a simple notebook. At first, Viggo was very confused about it...until he opened it. And discovered that inside, all the pages were covered with “personalized gift cards” Jason drew himself.

It almost made YOU cry too. It was so sweet, and personal, and Jason clearly put a lot of work into it ! It was full of little actives Viggo could do with “The Jason”. Some were simple, like just “a game of catch” or “an afternoon playing Cheese Viking”, while some others were rather big like : “going to see a Baseball match of your fav team at Gotham’s Stadium” or “A week-end in Disneyworld” !

Your son gave Jason the biggest hug he ever gave, and refused to let go for quite a while. And when he finally took a few steps from Jay, Viggo whispered :

“Thanks, dad.”

Which made Jason freeze. He was pretty sure he was the only one that heard Viggo used this word, and that the boy himself didn’t even realize what he had just say. What he had just done to Jason’s heart.

Jason hadn’t felt this happy since before his death. Of course, you and Viggo made him extremely happy those past few months but right now, as the kid called him “dad” in the most natural way in the World...Jason’s heart just couldn’t stop beating. He felt the same way than that day Bruce told him he was going to adopt him.

But his happiness was cut short by a dark thought slowly casting its shadow in his mind...

Jess.

************

Laying next to you in the bed he found himself sharing with you more often than not now, Jason couldn’t sleep.

Probably because you went through a lot of emotions today, you were completely out and were lightly snoring next to him, unaware of his inner turmoil. Unaware that he was overthinking everything. Clinging to his arm sweetly.

Jess’ arrival today, he realized now, touched him more than he initially thought.

He didn’t want this jerk to slowly crawl in his thoughts, but he couldn’t help it.

It was all because Viggo called him “dad”, and made him realize that...He wanted to be that kid’s dad. But he couldn’t really, could he ? Because he actually already had a father, and this father came back today, and was finally willing to come into his kid’s life.

Jason couldn't stop thinking about one thing...What if...What if his own father repented ? What if his own father decided to come back in his life, and start anew ? What if his own father didn’t get into the wrong criminal businesses and got killed, and came to Wayne Manor to ask for his son back ?

Jason was pretty sure he would have forgiven him, because it was his dad. Sure Viggo’s and his situation were different. Jason did live with his father for a while when he was a kid, and with his mother, before leaving for Wayne Manor because they got killed.

And both his parents were abusive and mistreated him...But still. If Viggo had the chance to have his dad back in his life, shouldn’t he take it ? No matter how much Jess screwed up ? Didn’t he deserve a second chance ?

Jason couldn’t stop but think about “what if” his own parents got cleaned and came back for him. What if his own parents actually wanted him, and begged him to come back...What would Jason have done ?

What would he have become ? Would his life get so fucked up ?

Probably not. He wasn’t mad at Bruce anymore, and he knew that his adopted father loved him deeply...but if eight years old Jason had the choice to have a normal life, with normal parents, and to avoid this world of pain that he had to go through...Wouldn’t it have been fairer to take this chance ?

If his parents came for him, if they did everything to get better and go on the path of redemption...Jason was pretty sure that he would have gone back to them, and it was a fact that then, he would never have died. He would never have been so angry. He would...

Ugh. It was so complicated. On one hand Jason viewed Bruce as his father, and only him, because he was the only one who ever acted as a father towards him. But what if his own father came back ? Wouldn’t have it been better for him ?

Jason couldn’t sleep. He kept thinking over and over again about how genuine Jess looked. And how hurt Viggo looked when he threw that gift out of the window.

Jay was pretty sure he was the only one who noticed it, but for a micro-second, Viggo looked like he was about to cry. Looked like he regretted throwing the gift away. And during his birthday, when he thought no one was looking, the boy kept looking back at the entrance door with a thoughtful look.

“What if my own parents came back to get me and take care of me ? Would I forgive the years of abuse and would it be best for me to leave with them to avoid the world of pain Bruce’s life brought me ?”

Sure, Jason willingly jumped into Bruce’s night life. Because for the first time in his life, he found someone that actually cared about him ! He wanted to make him proud ! Plus it was fun...but we all know how that ended.

He kept thinking over and over again. He knew for a fact that Viggo could NOT come into his vigilante’s world. Ever. But then again, Jason knew he would never stop fighting crime.

Maybe Viggo and you were better off without him, and instead would have a better chance at a normal life with...Jess ?

It hurt like hell, to realize that maybe that was it. That maybe it was better for both you and your son to stay away from him.

It’s funny. So far, he had been kind of lying to himself, always thinking that he’d talk about this all Red Hood ordeal one day, in the future. Always saying he’ll tell you all about it “one day”. But never doing so because he knows that as soon as he says the truth, things will forever change.

You and Viggo will be in danger all your life, just for being associated with him and...goddamnit what was he even thinking ?! That he could just have a family with you ? Be a dad to Viggo ? After only six months of relationship ?!

He clearly didn’t think any of this through. He wanted, to be that kid’s dad. For the first time in his life he knew he was in love, he knew he wanted to spend his life with you...Six months or six years wouldn’t make any difference, he just knew his feeling would never change. He knew he didn’t want to touch anyone else but you. Kiss anyone else but you. Make love to anyone else but you.

He knew he didn’t want to give his heart to anyone else but you...You and Viggo. He didn’t want to say anyone else’s name the way he said yours. He didn’t...He knew he would never love again the way he loves you.

But this wasn’t about only him now, was it ? He couldn’t be that selfish, and thrust you into his dark world like that. What would you say, if you knew how many people he killed ? If you knew he actually died himself, and came back to life ? If you knew...the him from the night ?

So far, things were blissful. Things were peaceful. Things were beautiful.

Whenever he came over to your place, it felt like you, him and Viggo were a little family. It felt good, and so easy.

But...Oh god ! He couldn’t believe he allowed himself to be seen THAT MUCH in public with his BROTHERS that day at the arcade ! When it was just you and him, or you, him and Viggo, it was fine, because he became an expert in being able to hide the fact he was Jason Todd-Wayne, one of Bruce Wayne’s heir.

But Damian and Tim ? Everyone knew who they were wherever they went. Especially Damian, who looked so much like Bruce and had such amazing feature like his eyes or darker skin !

Apparently no one saw you all together that day, as no picture had been released but...what if ? Then you would have become the face of every single newspaper in Gotham. Worst, Viggo would have been plastered everywhere !

That alone would put your life and your son’s life on the line ! Being associated with such a powerful family was quite something...but then if it turned “Gotham Official” between you two, he would HAVE to talk about Red Hood and then the threat would be doubled...

Jesus. This was all so painful. Everything. This all realization.

The fact that Jess was now back in the picture and was really Viggo’s rightful father. And this all Wayne/Red Hood thing...He...he couldn’t do that to you, he couldn’t be that selfish...could he ?

You moved closer to him in your sleep, and threw one of your leg over his waist. And it’s with a heavy and painful heart that Jason softly kissed the crown of your head. Tenderly showered your face with peppered kisses...And resolved himself to take a harsh decision.

************

The next day, you woke up to an empty bed.

Which was odd. Usually, even if he would he awake before you, Jason would always still be in bed with you...Weird.

You stood up and went to the kitchen and...here he was. He was making breakfast for Viggo. Cute. But...when he looked at you, did you see a flash of pain going through his eyes ? Or did you just imagine it ? You weren't sure.

But when you went to kiss him to say “hello”, his kiss back felt strangely distant. Very unlike him. Usually, he would be so into it, and smile widely afterward...

“Ok I made some breakfast for you too. I’m sorry I have to run, I have important business back at home, see you later ?”

“Um, ok...”

He leaves with a quick “See ya Viggo”. No kiss goodbye to you, as he always gave you. And no kiss on your son’s forehead either.

Odd. You and Viggo exchange a knowing look...

************

You tried to remember everything you did with Jason in the past few days that could have changed his mood that much.

Jesus (Y/N) think, THINK !

But you couldn’t recall doing anything to Jason that would justify his behavior...Why, all of a sudden, was he always too busy to see you ? Why would he refuse to go out in public ? Why was he coming over less and less ?

He kept telling you that is was because there was a lot of work back at Wayne inc but, so far, he always managed to make time for you...or were you just being jealous and too selfish because he spend less time with you ?

Yes, that was probably it. You were being a kid, this was defenitely nothing and he would eventually stop being so busy.

************

Jess called you back a few days after Viggo’s birthday, and you told him to fuck off. But he kept calling and calling and calling...

“Maybe you should give him a chance, you know ?”

Jason’s words surprise you, and you turn a confuse look to him :

“I told you what he did to us, right ?”

“Yes, but I’m a strong believer in everyone deserving a second chance.”

His words kept fighting in your head, over and over again...

************

And Jason kept being busier and busier. Having less and less time for you and Viggo. It got even worst when you finally accepted for Jess to come and see you (not Viggo yet) and talk.

Viggo was at school, and you were talking with Jess in your kitchen when Jason came in...He immediately apologized and though you said Jess was about to leave, Jason still left.

And oh you hated that judgemental look Jess gave you, as if he was saying : “wow, great boyfriend you got there” !

Because Jason was great. He really was ! He was the damn best. He was the perfect boyfriend. He cared for your son, and was always so affectionate towards you ! He always had great thoughts, and was just so sweet !

He was perfect !

But...you guessed perfection didn’t exist, as you felt you and him were slowly growing apart more and more.

************

You still refused for Jess to see Viggo, and to be honest, Viggo had no intention to see his dad anyway !

Jason heard you guys talk about it, as he came by one night...And the way Viggo’s face brighten when he saw Jay, and how he rushed to hug him finally gave Jason a good idea of what he had to do.

For yours and Viggo’s good.

************

He had to. He just had to.

IT didn’t mean it made anything easier, but he knew it was the only way.

He had to leave you..both of you.

He had laid the ground work for a few weeks now, coming to see you and Viggo less often, and being much less attentive and affectionate to you both.

It particularly tore his heart apart, to see Viggo’s cute little smile fall every time he said “not now buddy” when Viggo asked to play with him !

The worst was that time he refused to give him a hug because he said he was “late for work” (a lie), and that other time he said “can’t right now” when Viggo, full of hope, brought his little notebook he got for his birthday and basically tore a random “gift card” from it, clearly not caring what it was, and only wanting to spend time with Jason.

It really, really hurt, that he had to do that...But at the same time, it was the only way. Because if Viggo was getting to attached to Jason, then he would never want to get to know his real father, Jess.

If Viggo decided that Jason was his father...then he would eventually get dragged into this dangerous vigilante’s life. And that...Jason couldn’t let it happen. He’d rather die, than putting this little boy’s life in jeopardy. Or yours.

And though it hurt more than anything in the world, acting that distant and cold toward both you and Viggo, he knew he had to.

He had to...lay the ground work...To make you guys hate him.

Make you realize he wasn’t actually a great boyfriend. Purposefully doing things he would never do usually, but doing them just because he knew it annoyed you.

And yet, he couldn’t quite seem to achieve this goal to make you guys even dislike him. Even when he pushed away on purpose; or when he was a bit rude.

The truth was, he was never able to completely push you two away, or completely be heartless with you. Because he loved both of you with all his heart.

He was deeply in love with you. And Viggo ? Oh Viggo, he found himself thinking of him as his “son” so many times !

But this was dangerous ! You both could never have a real life, if he kept going ! And Jess really seemed to want to get back in your life, and participate in Viggo’s upbringing. And even if he screwed up..maybe he had the right to have a second chance and get to know his own son ?

Yes. Jason had to do it now. And quick. Rip the band-aid...

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“Jason, what are you saying ?”

Your pained look almost convince him to backtrack. To not go forward with it. To tell you it’s just a silly joke and to kiss you with all his might.

Oh and the look Viggo gives him, sat at the kitchen table, a bowl of cereal in front of him ? It tears him apart. It makes him wish he was still dead. Those innocent eyes slowly realizing that something bad is happening.

But he can’t go back now. He has to go through with it. For your own good. To both of you...so what if you hate him ?

“It’s just too much for me, ok ? Too much at the same time, all this.”

He gestures at you and Viggo, and once again, he has to fight against himself not to go to both of you and give you a hug, apologizing profusely for what he just said and insinuated.

But he knows...he knows that by using the exact same word Jess used in his letter all those years ago, he’d really break this bond you formed with him.

“Too much ?”

You ask, obviously trying to fight tears as you were understanding what the problem was more and more every seconds.

This was what you feared since you started to date him. What you were terrified of as you realized you were completely in love with him, and that Viggo was getting very attached to (you were pretty sure he almost called him “dad” a few times by now).

This was your worst nightmare. All over again...The man you love leaving you because a family is too much for him.

“Yes. You and Viggo. And Jess now too..”

“What about Jess ?”

“Well it’s a bit too much ya know ? He’s part of your lives again and...”

“He is not part of our lives. Plus you’re the one that told me to give him another chance !”

“Yes exactly ! And you did ! Now he’s part of your life wether you want it or not, and he wants to know Viggo so...”

“I don’t want to get to know him Jason, I don’t want to !”

For the third time, he almost cracks. The tone his little boy just used...”his”. No. No he wasn’t his. He was Jess’s. And it was going to be better for him if the bond between him and Jason was cut.

“Well you do whatever you want buddy, but ultimately he’s your dad and he wants to know you ! You know, I wish my dad came back for me when Bruce adopted me ! I really do !”

This was a lie. With all his thinking, Jason came to the conclusion that he would never want another father than Bruce Wayne. No matter how easier his life would have been...But this was his choice, and he already came from a fucked up family and was a delinquent. While Viggo ? Viggo had a bright future ahead of him.

He was cute and intelligent. He couldn’t come into the vigilante’s world...

“Where are you getting at with all this, Jason ?”

You already knew, of course. But you wanted him to say it. You wanted him to spell it out. To face you and tell you.

“I’m getting at...I mean...I think...I think we should break up.”

It’s as if someone just threw a bucket of freezing cold water over your head. And without realizing it...You fall on the nearest chair (Jason has to resist like hell for not suddenly running to you and see if you’re ok) and start to cry.

You don’t even hear what Jason says next, but you know it’s all bullshit. Whatever he says. You know. He’s just trying to be nice and ease the break up, but if you’re being honest, you realized a while ago that he would leave. Because he became suddenly so cold...after Jess’s arrival, really.

A few weeks ago.

Since that day Jason became more and more distant. It was weird. It was so different from those past six months ! And you just couldn’t understand why the sudden change of heart...did he think you were going to leave with Jess ? Because he was your first love ?

But you realized you had never loved anyone before Jason...

Why was he suddenly...like this ? Didn’t he see you had no intention of ever going back to Jess ? And sure maybe you’ll let him see Viggo because after all yes, maybe he deserves a second chance at that “father’ thing but...couldn’t Jason see that your kid already decided who his real dad truly was ?

You don’t even realize your son came to you until he presses his small smooth hands on your cheek, and wipe away your tears.

“I think you should leave.”

You hear Viggo say to Jason. And you wish you could say something but...you knew it. You knew since day one that if Jason Todd broke your heart, you would be a total mess. Worst than ever. And you really were.

Damn. You felt so pathetic, moping on your kitchen table while your eight years old son tried to cheer you up. Took care of you.

“Viggo I...”

Jason was about to say that he still wanted to see the kid. Still wanted to be friend. He just couldn’t cut all ties, it was impossible...he knew it was a bad idea, but he just couldn’t let you two go. IN fact, he was slowly starting to regret his decision.

But Viggo, looking up at him with eyes full of unshed tears, and clearly furious, made everything easier for him :

“I said you should leave. You’ve done enough, don’t you think ?”

He points at you, who seemed to not even be aware of what is happening around you right now. And oh geez you feel like such an idiot for ever even believing in all this...For believing that a perfect man like Jason could be with you, and help you raise your son the last of the way. For believing that you had another chance at love and at having a normal family.

“And please don’t come back. Thank you.”

This is it. This is the day Jason Todd dies a second time.

He can feel it in his heart. He’s not alive anymore.

He wants to reach for you, he wants to reach for Viggo...But he doesn’t. Instead, he takes his duffel bag that he prepared the night before, and leaves. Without even turning back once.

And it’s good that he didn’t, because if he did, his resolve would have shattered. He would have thrown himself on the floor and beg for yours and your son’s forgiveness, say that he wasn’t thinking straight...or tell you the truth ! The all truth ! Why he was leaving right now !

Because it’s better for both of you...It’s to save your life...

Oh but if he had turned to look one last time at you, he would have realized he wasn’t saving anything. On the contrary. As you softly cried uncontrollably, not able to get a hold of yourself while you were known to never wallow in self-pity...You always got back up on your feet. Always moved forward.

For your son. But today...today, even as you see that your tears are really distressing him, you can’t stop crying. Because you feel it in your heart, in your bones...you just lost the love of your life.

And Viggo ? Viggo, for the first time in his short eight years on this earth, he realizes how painful it is, to not have a dad.

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Hope you liked this ! It is currently 7 am and I stayed up ALL night to finish this...(while watching the oscars so I got distracted, but said oscars were over two hours ago so...yeah). I hope it’s not too...bad. I must admit, I’m VERY scared to disappoint you...In the end, I’m glad I stayed up so late (or early, depends on the point of view), cause I’m gonna now go hide in my bed.

So. Yeah. Blahblahblah the usual about feedbacks = life, as well as reblogs.

#Jason Todd x Reader #Jason Todd imagine #Red hood x reader #Red hood imagine #Jason Todd #Batfam #Batfamily #Batfam x Reader #Jaybird deserves love #Jason Todd fanfic #Jason Todd reader insert #Red Hood fanfic #Red Hood reader insert #Batfam imagine #JASON TODD IS GREAT OK ?!#Batfamily imagine #angst #angsty fanfic

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fuckyeahkagepro · 5 years ago

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KINDA... just VENTING HERE A BIT but

You all, not gonna lie, I’m tired. I’m. very. TIRED.

I tried to lighten the mood a bit with Pride headcanons (also because I got that huge burst of inspiration to FINALLY SAY THEM YEAH but)

----- I’m tired.

I’ve been in this fandom for a VERY. LONG. TIME. Y’know? since Kisaragi Attention was new is when I REALLY began paying attention. But technically I was seeing Kagepro all over my dash since KONOHA’S STATE OF THE WORLD WAS NEW. (And tbh a bit before that too tbh it was probably more like since Imagination Forest) BUT YEAH I’VE SEEN THINGS.

IF YOU WERE HERE pre-2016, I’m probably ? AWARE OF YOU if you’ve posted a lot. (ESPECIALLY IF YOU USED THE MAIN TAGS. OR MAKE CONTENTS.)

If you WERE HERE SINCE 2012 ERA --- I am almost DEFINITELY aware of you (TO AN EXTENT). (because i was a huge lurker and never actually interacted with people much) but I know those who were here probably realize that I AM AWARE OF YOU.

WAY BACK when I first made this blog, I was basically a nobody. (to an extent I STILL AM A NOBODY when it comes to content creations because WHOA I cannot art at all) All I did was? Reblog Kagepro. and make an amv once but yeah REBLOGGED. A LOT. OF KAGEPRO.

FROM EVERYONE. E V E R Y O N E.

(and there were still many, many, M A N Y more blogs doing the same) I’ve been searching old archives for canon references lately - I’d see YEARS-OLD arts, gifs, etc. - go ‘wait, did I reblog that already?’ - WHOOPS YUP I DID

If you were very active then, you PROBABLY have A TAG on this blog this is because I have xkit set to automatically tag by username of OPs ... And you know what I’m seeing a lot of, LATELY ?

A LOT OF PEOPLE who seemingly ----- WELL.

-- You know what, LET ME BACKTRACK A BIT.

YOU ALL WANT TO KNOW WHAT HELPED THIS BLOG KEEP GOING ?

(^ “6 YEARS AGO”)

(^ FYI to anyone who may still be wondering: YES YOU CAN)

(^ I HAVE VERY VIVID MEMORIES OF THIS DAY) (^ AND RECEIVING THIS ASK YEAH) (^ I WAS LITERALLY OUT OF TOWN WHEN STR DROPPED)

(^ FYI IF YOU’RE STILL WONDERING:

WELL WE FINALLY HAVE “MY FUNNY WEEKEND” BUT IN TERMS OF A PV

Y E S ) [ ALSO YOU KNEW ME SURPRISINGLY WELL FOR BACK THEN ]

(^ “ the only bad thing is that everyone is now gone ” ) ....................

Hey. hey. SEE ALL OF THAT? YEAH. IT’S NOT A LOT. and there were some scattered others and the like. BUT.

I’ve elaborated on the following before in tags but let me elaborate again.

Late AUGUST, of 2012. My grandfather (mom’s side) passed. After a years-long battle with cancer (leukemia).

August of 2013 was the first-year anniversary of my grandfather’s passing.

When I was “out of town”? IT WAS BECAUSE OF THAT. (SUMMERTIME RECORD DROPPED DURING THAT TIMEFRAME)

I SERIOUSLY HAD CONSIDERED STOPPING ALL OF MY SOCIAL MEDIA ACCOUNTS DURING THIS TIMEFRAME.

But you know what? YOU KNOW WHAT? 2013, BRIEFLY, FOR ME, WAS ... FUN. It was a wild ride Jin gave us but IT WAS FUN. and I sobbed because of Summertime Record

Late August, 2015.

My grandmother (dad’s side - yeah, my Jewish side) passes. literally one day before the anniversary of my other grandfather’s death

I was, again, considering stopping all of my social media. ESPECIALLY in the years that followed

.. but you know what? Kept me going?

More of those random asks, above. AND

some of my favorite series I loved to death were still ongoing at the time, INCLUDING KAGEPRO. I realized there actually WAS a lack of canon references blogs for this series since around then.

I just... kept reblogging things. All the news. All the translations I could find, etc. Because I loved Kagepro.

I was keeping up with the manga because I ENJOYED THE MANGA. I was keeping up with the novels because I ENJOYED THE NOVELS. I was keeping up with Jin’s random events like Seek at Mekakucity and Mekakucity Talkers because I ENJOYED THEM MEKAKUCITY RELOAD ANIME WAS ANNOUNCED IN 2016 WE STILL DON’T HAVE IT

I was keeping this blog going FOR THOSE WHO LOVED KAGEPRO

... I’m not sure I’m enjoying the state of the fandom as it is now.

Because you know what? You know what I’m seeing, HEARING, lately?

People I saw posting often, back then.

people I REBLOGGED, BACK THEN, BECAUSE I LOVED YOUR WORKS PEOPLE WHO HAD TAGS ON MY BLOG

People I ADMIRED, BACK THEN.

Changing into people I no longer admire.

I want you to sit back and THINK about that for a good while.

Because I’m NOW having to go through my blog, REMOVING WORKS FROM PEOPLE I USED TO ADMIRE

BECAUSE I REFUSE TO “PROMO” YOU ANYMORE

Because I’m seeing you trying to justify saying, DOING, awful things to others in this fandom

All because the canon isn’t going your way.

And you know what ? You know what all this fighting over it HARMS IN THE END ?

It harms this series you claimed to love. It harms this fandom you claim to enjoy.

IT HARMS JIN.

it turns MORE and MORE people away from this series, this fandom

think about that for a moment.

(and yeah, Jin DID go temporarily homeless that one time in 2016.) (it’s mentioned by him in his afterword for “over the dimension”, the 6th novel.) (you know, if you didn’t know.)

(I’m sure all this endless fighting over the current canon is SURELY helping Jin)

#fyeahkgpr vents #fyeahkgpr text #fyeahkgpr text post #fyeahkgpr psa #fyeahkgpr rants #fandom issues #kagepro fandom issues #(JUUUUUST. SAYING.)#(I. am. so. disappointed. lately.)#(SO. DISAPPOINTED)#(that i have to go through old tags and REMOVE PEOPLE'S WORKS)#(I've NEVER had to do this for ANY OTHER FANDOM. ANY. OTHER. FANDOM)#(THINK ABOUT THAT FOR A MOMENT.)#(MAYBE.)#(this 0815 that's coming up)#(towards the end of that August will be yet another anniversary of my grandparents' deaths)#(you know what???)#(i have another family member going through health difficulties right now)#(RIGHT NOW.)#(I actually have NEVER BEEN ABLE TO MEET THEM because THEY LIVED FAR AWAY)#(WE HAD A PLAN TO MEET SET FOR TOMORROW. TOMORROW)#(he has a liver disease and is dealing with severe exhaustion right now)#(that plan will probably have to be cancelled)#(and i'm just)#(between all of THAT and)#(everything i saw going on HERE)#(I'm hanging in there and praying my family member does too BUT)#(i seriously cannot believe the state of this fandom as it's been this year)#(I don't even know why i'm saying all of this)#(but yeah like also i should not have been TERRIFIED to post PRIDE HEADCANONS but well THE STATE OF THIS SITE lately)

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spherewine28-blog · 5 years ago

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This month in Technical.ly history: Remember when Venmo was a Philly startup?

For Technical.ly’s 10-year anniversary, we’re diving deep into the archives for nostalgic, funny or note-worthy updates. This is part of a year-long series.

In 2009, a blog called TechnicallyPhilly.com began to chronicle the budding tech ecosystem growing in Philadelphia.

And sure, while updates from the better-known Comcast or the University of Pennsylvania had their space, the blog excelled at covering the rising cadre of companies that were the lifeblood of the tech community: like video-sharing platform RedLasso, or mobile payments company Venmo.

Yup, you read that right. In case you didn’t know, the story of Venmo — that app you likely used a bit ago to settle a bar tab — begins in Philly.

It was at a Philadelphia jazz show that founders Andrew Kortina and Iqram Magdon-Ismail — both Penn grads who met when they were randomly assigned as roommates — came up with the idea of using your phone to purchase MP3 songs with less friction. A couple of years later, Technical.ly (as it came to be known) was sharing frequent updates on Venmo, including a promising rollout of its new mobile apps.

“Venmo has released new iPhone and Android apps which integrates Foursquare and Facebook locations, stats on usage, a more accessible recent transaction list, and a referral program that offers $1 per friend that signs on,” wrote Technical.ly cofounder Brian James Kirk in a column called Startup Roundup, on Feb. 23, 2011. “Venmo is also mum on reports that Accel Partners recently listed Venmo as one of its portfolio companies. An email to the company was prompted with links to its already reported funders, $1.2 million in seed funding led by RRE Ventures.”

From an office at 2038 Locust, in ritzy Rittenhouse Square, the company kept working on its product until 2011, when it relocated to New York. Venmo would go on to land millions in venture capital funding and ultimately get acquired by BrainTree for $26 million. Once PayPal bought BrainTree a couple of years later, Venmo became PayPal’s sister app of sorts.

Now, don’t write this piece of nostalgia off as the lament of missed opportunities. Think of this more as a salute to the ecosystem that made the formation of Venmo possible. The company was able to raise key seed funding while being based in Philadelphia, and Magdon-Ismail’s last gig before he went full time on Venmo was director of engineering of another well-known Philly-based company: TicketLeap.

Sure, Venmo staying in Philly would have been great. But, through the years, we’ve told the stories of countless other startups that were born in, stayed and thrived in Philadelphia. We also began curating a yearly list of very real companies making local moves. Those looking for a symbol of maturation in the local ecosystem should look no further.

P.S. Wanna celebrate our 10th with us on Tuesday, Feb. 26, and snag a sweet Technical.ly hoodie? RSVP to the party below:

For the next bit of Philly tech nostalgia, what’s your favorite Technical.ly story through the years? Tell us here: [email protected].

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Source: https://technical.ly/philly/2019/02/07/this-month-in-technical-ly-history-venmo-was-a-philly-startup/

#read more #see more #check it out #interesting #learn more

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viridistheenviousarchive-blog · 7 years ago

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lmaoo look who finally has something to say

Okay, so I feel like everyone was waiting for this or at least something from me because I kind of just dropped off the map entirely. So, without further ado here’s what is happening with me and Viridis.

So, the past year or two years have been a lot of bs. I moved, had some major life changes(moving, career, schooling and relationship wise), and in generally completely lost my muse for Viridis. There wasn’t much I could about my muse for Viridis, I kept trying to get back into it and ended up making everything worse. I went into a really bad depression because of so many life changes happening at once and from that came extreme stress.

I took some needed time to myself and then situated back into being an adult(i.e job and school wise). Things are way better because the stress depleted as I felt more comfortable with the changes in my life.

So, with all that, I am here to announce that I will be closing Viridis’ blog but before anyone begs me to stop(actually idk if anyone even cares anymore sorry) I am here to say that Viridis is not a dead muse.

I realized a huge portion of my issues with my muse for Viridis was, I created him back when I was like 17(which was 5 years ago) and a lot of his shit was stupid and/or didn’t make sense. What can I say, I was a fucked teenager lmao. So, I’ve spent the past 6 months really digging deep into his character and design to upgrade him.

The first thing I changed and was EXCITED to change was his name. Viridis is a stupid name(not in general just for the character) and there was no reason he was named that other than some stupid reason I had at 17 when I made his backstory. Something I upgraded was the fact that after leaving his family's home, he renamed himself and I tried to imagine what it would be. His new EXTRA ass name is Adonis, it makes more sense bc he’s a goddamn hot mess of a person.

His personality is the basically the same, with some tweaks. His backstory got more simplistic but fits him better. His appearance is WAY better, he wears wigs now bc fuck that basic one hairstyle bullshit I had going on. I would go into specifics but I’m lazy and you all can go see it on his new blog.

Yup! That’s right, Viridis is dead rip, but Adonis has his very own blog and is ready to interact with y’all.

His entire history with every character that’s not NPC has been wiped bc he’ll likely interact with them differently(only slightly bc of the personality tweaks.) So, as far as it goes, he has no relationships or anything.

He’s now a single-ship(but only has open relationships and still sleeps with everyone) I am still heavily into chemistry ships. Might be more NSFW threads but idk(might make a side blog for that shit)

I’ve stuck to my decision(which I was half-assedly trying to do on here but never did it correctly) to get rid of his manga face claim and to make my own icons(which will take 1000 years but it is happening slowly.)

You can also interact with Adonis’ daughter Dea here https://the-smallest-witch-blog.tumblr.com/ I don’t run that blog, a friend of my does bc they like roleplaying little babies and loves Dea(also they’re half the creator of Dea soooo *shrugs*)

I still have some shit I’ve been working on with the blog and despite huge life changes, I’m still the same basic fuckboi I was b4 so don’t expect a mature, seasoned writer or whatever.

If you’re over Viridis aka Adonis or whatever, that’s cool. Imma go and follow peeps I interacted with and if you’re not down, feel free to let me know.

SO, Imma be posting the link to Viridis’ aka Adonis’ new blog for the next few days-a week and this old blog will become an archive.

I prefer to be messaged on the new blog but I will be on this blog for the next few days trying to finish some shit up.

K thanks.

New blog: https://beautifullyconsumed.tumblr.com/

#personal #ooc #Viridis The Envious #lmaoooo

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coilwind7-blog · 6 years ago

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This month in Technical.ly history: Remember when Venmo was a Philly startup?

For Technical.ly’s 10-year anniversary, we’re diving deep into the archives for nostalgic, funny or note-worthy updates. This is part of a year-long series.

In 2009, a blog called TechnicallyPhilly.com began to chronicle the budding tech ecosystem growing in Philadelphia.

Yup, you read that right. In case you didn’t know, the story of Venmo — that app you likely used a bit ago to settle a bar tab — begins in Philly.

P.S. Wanna celebrate our 10th with us on Tuesday, Feb. 26, and snag a sweet Technical.ly hoodie? RSVP to the party below:

For the next bit of Philly tech nostalgia, what’s your favorite Technical.ly story through the years? Tell us here: [email protected].

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Source: https://technical.ly/philly/2019/02/07/this-month-in-technical-ly-history-venmo-was-a-philly-startup/

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colfplay · 10 years ago

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hello hi i've moved blogs please message me OFF ANON so i can give the new url to you

#thank u have a nice day #this will be queued like a hundred of times im sorry #also this blog will be kept as an archive yup

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ellana-ravenwood · 6 years ago

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A fitting name - Dick Grayson x Reader

Summary : You’re dating Dick Grayson, aka Nightwing, and contrary to popular belief...he ISN’T always that happy-go-lucky people think he is. Actually, you’d even go to the extend to say that he was a moody bitch sometimes.

This story has been sitting in my draft for a while, but every time I did a vote about which one you wanted to see next...it lost by a landslide. This time however, it won by ONE vote haha, so bam here it is, hope you’ll like it :

My masterlist blog : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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It had been going on for a while already. And it all started over such a silly thing...A few months ago, out on a mission, you got badly injured. But you were finally back on your feet and ready to go out there again.

Well, it was without counting on your boyfriend, who suddenly decided to become overprotective of you ! Usually, you wouldn’t have mind. In fact, you would have thought it was pretty darn cute, how he wanted to make sure you were alright. Showed that he cared. A lot.

Only problem was : you weren’t particularly known for your patience, and he was REALLY insisting on you staying behind, ignoring all your comments about being completely fine and healthy.

Things escalated quickly, as you got vexed he didn’t think you were ready. But also got angry that he was basically ordering you to stay home ! How dare he ! Who was he to order you around like that ?! If you wanted to go, then you would go !

So you rose your voice a little bit. Because he was being unreasonable, and too damn controlling. He knew you hated that.

Only that got him to raise his own voice too, and then just like that...You were yelling at each others, not quite sure how the hell it got that far.

Well, “not quite sure”.

You actually knew what happened. You were calm at first, and only started to get angry because he was getting angry. And though you knew his anger could suddenly blow out, and you probably should have had defused things instead of pushing him...Well, you just weren’t about to let anyone walk on your feet, even if it was him ! And even if everything started with the best intentions !

Sure it was cute that he wanted to protect you, but you didn’t need his protection right now, you needed his trust in believing that you were alright and ready to go back on the field !!

In fact, after months of convalescence and feeling like you were useless, his support was essential to you ! He had been so great in reassuring you and nursing you back to health, you were so sure he’d keep going on that way.

But his fear of loosing you, and his worries got the best of him. And here he was, bitching that you “never listened to him” while it wasn’t the truth...Oh but Dick Grayson was often very unfair, when he started to get irrationally angry. And his mouth often ran faster than his brain.

“Oh my God, sometimes, your name fits you perfectly !”

You shouted at him, and he looked at you and oh how fucking dare he roll his eyes at you like that ?! It made you even angrier, as he said :

“What are you on about ?!”

“Your name, it’s a perfect fit.”

“What ? Why ?!”

“Because you’re being such a dick ! And a dumb one at that, who can’t seem to remember his own damn name !”

“Don’t call me dumb, you’re the one being stupid right now !”

“And you’re acting like a child !”

“I’m not ! You’re just so...STUBBORN !”

“I wouldn’t be if you weren’t being a jerk !”

“How am I being a je...I just want you to be safe !”

“I earned my place here as much as anyone else ! Also, I could break you like a twig so pluh-ease !”

“Well I never said you couldn’t ! But you’re still healing !”

“I’m fine ! Do you really think I’d come if I thought I could be a liability to the team somehow ?!”

“I never said you would, stop twisting my words !”

“You implied it when you didn’t fucking drop it !”

“I would have if you weren’t being so damn stubborn and pushed all my buttons on purpose !”

“You pushed your own buttons buddy, getting all worked up like that.”

“Don’t be condescending.”

“Don’t be such a dick !”

“I...You...They...I...GGGRROOOAAAH !!”

Dick yelled, throwing his hands in the air out of frustration. And pacing back and forth in front of you, grumbling a little more and shaking his head in annoyance.

You knew what had just happened, he had just reached his “too mad to find words to answer you” phase. Which meant that any seconds now, he was going to...Yup, and here he goes, leaving the room in a fury, barking a “let’s go” to the rest of the team.

The rest of the team.

The Young Justice.

The future of heroes.

And right now, they were all staring at you, utterly shocked. You were pretty sure they never seemed so confused before, not even when you guys got caught up in some pretty shady multi-dimensional shenanigans.

Still annoyed to no end by your boyfriend’s behavior, you glared at them and asked, a bit harshly :

“What ?!”

They all took a step back (survival instinct), and you realized maybe you should take it down a notch. They didn’t do anything, after all.

There was an awkward silence, and you were about to apologize when Dick came back in and yells :

“ARE YOU GUYS COMING OR NOT ?!”

Before rushing back out with angry steps, groaning some more unintelligible words as he leaves. And you knew your friends must be completely dumbfounded when none of them even retorted anything back, while many of those guys would usually not take someone’s shit like that.

They just walked out of the room towards the plane that’ll take them to their next mission (Dick is already starting it up, well guess he’ll be the captain today...), and kept a bit of distance with you.

Except for Wally and Artemis who fell back behind with you. The archer asked :

“Are you ok ?”

“Yes, why wouldn’t I be ?”

There was still a little bite in your words, but they knew better than to take offense to it. Especially after what they just witnessed. Wally said :

“It’s just...this all kind of came out of nowhere ? He was all nice and all, worried about you and so sweet it made my teeth rot, and then all of a sudden BAM ! He got super angry because you were adamant you wouldn’t stay behind. Like you just walked on a mine or something.”

“Yeah well, he does that. Things trigger him and he explodes. Nothing new really. He’ll calm down just as fast, and will realize how stupid he’s just been and apologize. I probably should say sorry too...I did push his buttons on purpose because he was getting on my nerves...”

There was a small silence as you’re almost to the plane, and both Wally and Artemis slowed down. Out of reflex, you slowed too and gave them a curious look.

“Why are we stoping ?”

You asked with your normal tone, as if nothing just happened. As if you and your boyfriend didn’t just yell at each others for the past ten minutes. As if all this was quite a regular occurrence really, and you were already so over it. As if this small talk with them calmed you down. Artemis was the first one to speak :

“What do you mean “he does that” ? I’ve never EVER seen Dick mad. I mean, I’ve seen him get angry during fights, but we all do that. This back there, that was something else. I always pictured him as that calm smiley guy, who has jokes ready in the most desperate of situations so...”

Ah. So that is it huh ? Evidently, your friends haven’t been around Dick long enough to truly see some of his ridiculous outbursts of anger. Or rather, they weren’t ALWAYS with him like you were..

Well, it made sense really. When you guys were hanging out with the team, it was either to go on missions or to have fun. And to be honest, some other easily angered members definitely stole Dick’s spotlight when it came to it.

Conner, for example, used to always be angry or annoyed, and had difficulties to control himself. Dick felt compelled to behave in those cases, to crack jokes to loosen the atmosphere and such. So of course they never really saw him get mad, and thought he was just that happy-go-lucky guy.

Like Artemis said, he got angry sometimes on missions, but that’s something that indeed happened to all of you. If a plan was going south, if a friend was hurt, if the villain was particularly despicable...So it also made sense they never really took notice of the rage Dick could find himself in.

Which kind of makes you roll your eyes. Really hard. You say :

“Ah, well of course you’d think that of him. But let me tell you guys, sometimes, Nightwing can truly be a moody bitch !”

“Hey ! I heard that !”

Dick yelled, turning around in his seat at the front of the plane. You just stuck your tongue out at him, which ended up annoying him further (as you knew it would), but he was already so far in his anger that he didn’t even bother to answer and instead smashed some buttons and got the plane off and on to the mission.

He knew he was being stupid right now, that he should calm down and that all this was just silly. That you were right, you were ready, and he should just accept that. But he was just so afraid of loosing you, and when you wouldn’t listen and stay back a little longer...He lost it.

He simply lost it. Because he cared too much. That was one of his biggest problem, and a constant source of burst of angers, really.

He turned around to you, but you were resolutely looking elsewhere, nose in the air, purposefully ignoring him. Which riled him up some more. He sped the plane up, and suddenly, he just couldn’t WAIT to get on with this mission !

Kicking some asses would help him relax...

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It always surprised you, when people thought Dick was that always positive guy who never got angry and cracked jokes instead.

That guy who, when he was on the verge of anger, would just smile and say something witty.

That guy that just didn’t know the meaning of the word “furious”, because he always just danced around it by laughing infuriatingly and smiling in the face of whatever could make him mad !

Because oh, oh did they ignore a big part of his personality by thinking that !

Well, that wasn’t quite right. It is true that a lot of time, Dick was able to hold back his anger and be that happy-go-lucky person everyone thought they knew. And he did have a higher stamina against people trying to make him angry. Plus, he was definitely seeing the world in a more positive light.

He had to, because otherwise he would fall into an bottomless pit of depression. Bruce always nursed this overly positive side in his son, because he tried more than anything to lead his boy onto another path than his. Because he didn’t want Dick to end up like him.

So yes. Dick Grayson was a cheerful guy, who always had a good joke and on whom you could count on to turn your frown upside down in tough moments.

But on some topics ? In certain situations ? Oh the man could loose it very fast ! Like with you, when you refused to “stay safe”. When his fear of something happening to you turned into pure anger and he was unable to control himself.

But of course, you guess rare would be the people to actually witness such outbursts, right ? You had to be pretty darn close to him, to see it. To truly understand him.

It’s true that, much like his father figure, his beloved mentor, the Batman himself, Dick often hid behind a mask when in public. Even with with friends. Because it was easier to play a part, sometimes, than to show his true nature and his true self.

It was self-preservation really. Dick Grayson had suffered enough in his life, that of course he would build up some walls around him and protect his heart. He often pushed people away, like that. At school, he used to be a “loner” because it was easier to not make friends, stay alone and not get hurt when he’d ultimately lose them...Again, just like the man he came to call “dad”.

Very few people actually managed to break his shell.

So rare were the people to see this darker side of him. To see him throw tantrums or get irrationally mad over things that shouldn’t matter so much.

But still, sometimes, you were wondering how the hell some people never even suspected that he could get like that.

Like Superman for example, the guy knew him since he was a child, and yet always seemed very shocked whenever Dick acted out, saying stupid things like : “Jason/Damian, get out of Dick’s body !” and such.

Which by the way, annoyed Dick even more.

He hated whenever someone implied that only his two younger brothers had anger issues in the family. Because they ALL had anger issues. Hell, he saw Tim truly mad a few times, and it was absolutely terrifying.

But both Jason and Damian were loud and needed so much attention...Of course they’d gain this reputation of being “the angry Robin”, while really, this title should have fell on Dick Grayson.

After all, he was the only one who decided to leave Bruce mainly because of his anger. Well, Jason “left” too but it wasn’t quite the same was it ? He was suppose to be dead, but got resurrected and then decided not to come back home right away, as he was angry towards his father.

Jason’s infamous anger towards his dad is what got him the “angry Robin” nickname, but he had every rights to be angry. And except for the feud he had with his father, and the shock his death and revival had on him, making him more violent than before...Jason was actually a pretty chill dude.

He had a lot of confidence issues, so no insult ever phased him much as nothing could be worst of what he thought of himself. And in recent years, he even tamed down his killing spree and anger and...Well it was actually rare to see Jason Todd genuinely angry.

He would bicker away with his father and brothers, but it seemed like recently, he had come back to how he used to be : it was very difficult to truly annoy him. To rile him up. To make him angry.

Because the only thing that ever truly angered Jason Todd, was the fact that Bruce didn’t kill the Joker...And he had been able to move past that. Nowadays, to get a reaction out of him if you tried to annoy him, would be quite impossible.

But Dick ? Oh if you knew what triggered him, you could send him in such fury ! He destroyed his room more than once, in his teen years, out of frustration.

When something unjust happened, mainly. Like him getting scolded by Bruce while he was sure he didn’t deserve it, or things like that.

Talking about Bruce...Did no one ever wonder why Dick, in his late teen years, decided to leave his home ? Did no one ever wonder why he dropped the “Robin” mantel to take on the “Nightwing” one ? (Important Author’s note : there’s different origin stories, of course. “Comic books” ya know, things always change. The original reason why Dick left was that he got shot in the shoulder by the fucking Joker (always him) and Bruce was like “you should quit being Robin”, and Dick got angry and was like : “Hell no dude” and left to join the Titans, becoming later on “Nightwing”...this is a extremely SUMMARIZED version of the original story but, basically that. While I’m using the “Batman : The Animated series” version + what kind of became canon later on, where Dick left because he didn’t agree with Bruce’s methods (again, summarized). I’m using this Nightwing “origin story” mainly because 1. I like it better, 2. it fits better with the story I’m writing right now and 3. It gives Bruce and Dick a nice “growing up and learning” arc, ok, we can carry on with the story now. But a big thing to remember is that in almost every single origin stories, what prompted Dick to become Nightwing was the fact that he was angry. Just thought this was an “important” note...or maybe it wasn’t and I’m just once again blabbering about comics).

Did they think Bruce was just letting his son grow up on his own for a bit, and become his own person and all ? Control freak Batman ? Letting go of his precious son on purpose ? Right. Fat chance.

No. No the truth was something else.

And to you, who was one of the person who knew Dick the best, it definitely made sense.

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Your boyfriend grew up alongside Bruce. Alongside Batman.

People often forgot how young Bruce was, when he took Dick as his ward. How inexperienced at being a father figure he was, and how lost he still was over so many things. At the time, they were both learning.

When Bruce took him as his ward, he had not been Batman for very long, and he still saw his crusade as a war. Not figuratively. Bruce saw himself as a soldier. At this point, the Bat outfit was just a gimmick to catch his enemies off-guard and give them something to recognize. And to fear.

Enemies.

Bruce saw criminals as enemy combatants. That's exactly how he treated them, except that he avoided killing as much as possible.

Dick was never really on board with the anger and the darkness. He was trying to help people who needed it.

Bruce was trying to hurt those who deserved it. It was a way to escape his pain, and in the beginning, he definitely enjoyed giving them pain. His own pain, at the time, was still festering inside him, and the only way he knew how to cope was to hurt those he deemed guilty.

While both Bruce and Dick fought the same fight, that difference in approach became too much to tolerate on a regular basis. And as Dick grew up and began to think for himself more and more, things broke.

It is noteworthy to also mention that Bruce was accustomed to acting alone, with no one questioning his actions or his motives. But as Dick got older, he started to question everything. Loudly.

And he was right.

For Bruce, it was too much at the time. He always hated being wrong, so when he was faced with the truth by his own son...It was too much.

Wether Robin quit or was “fired” is still unclear (author’s note : read that as in “it HIGHLY varies depending on who writes the story so I’d rather not take a side as I like both explanation and the fact it has an “obscure area”), the basic facts remain : Bruce delivered an ultimatum. Dick could fall in line or get out.

Dick chose to get out.

There was a lot of anger on both sides.

And it ended with Dick going away for a while. Which was a good thing at the time. For both of them. He came back later knowing what he wanted, with a new name and a new costume, and ready to face Bruce and this time, stay until he changes his mind.

Only a big fight wasn’t necessary. When Dick came back, Bruce had already realized on his own, as he was left alone once more, that he had lost his way.

He decided the “no kill rule” for sure at that time. And instead of punishing Gotham, he started to protect it. This was made obvious by how he taught the “Robin job” to Jason, Tim or Damian.

And this was all because Dick Grayson got mad at him.

Eventually, they mended pieces together and Dick calmed down, after a long time being angry at his mentor (though always respecting and loving him). It’s Jason’s death, and how devastating it was for Bruce that brought Dick back. It’s that confirmation, when Bruce didn’t kill his son’s murderer, and how much it hit him hard that finally calmed Dick’s anger and made him come back home...

And this anger ? The reason why he was angry ? It’s a main source of why still nowadays Dick Grayson gets angry.

He has always cared too much. Now he’d say “you can’t ever care too much”, but in his case, you really can. Because sometimes, he feels so much, he loves so strongly, that he doesn’t think straight.

And damn can he hold a grudge !

Now, in this particular case, Dick’s anger was justified. And it changed a lot of things in the Bat’s life, for the better. But it isn’t because that one time Dick got super angry for a reason (and dragged his anger for years, by the way...you always thought that it was a little too extra, the way he was mad for so long, though you understood...but just that in itself should make people see that Dick had a darker side ?), that he never got angry for the most ridiculous things !

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There was two kind of angers, with Dick. The first one, was the reason he got mad at Bruce. The fact that he cared too much. An easy example :

You met Dick in a peculiar situation.

Well, maybe it wasn’t so peculiar for a city like Gotham.

It happened a normal morning, as you were on your way to school. You were late because you had to get your little brother to primary school first, as your parents were already at work since the sun came up…Nothing unusual really, you were used to have much more responsibilities than a young 13 years old should have. It never really bothered you though, as you knew no other ways.

You were running through the streets, hoping to make it in time and…Yeah, you never made it to school that day.

As you were only a few blocks away from it, you found yourself in the middle of total mayhem. You have no idea what really happened, but you remember little bits of it.

You and a few other civilians getting stuck in between Batman, Robin, and a bunch of villains. You barely remember Batman and Robin able to put everyone on the side safely, but you not paying attention, worried about being late, and walking right towards the commotion.

Then you only remember flashes of things.

You almost getting chomped on by Killer Croc, and holding your arms up reflexively and then all of a sudden you were down on your ass, Killer Croc was passed out in the street, and everyone was staring at you.

Next thing you know Batman grabs you by the arm delicately, gets you back up on your feet and tells you « follow me, and cover your face » and so…you did exactly that.

What else was there to do ? He was the goddamn Batman, of course you were gonna listen !! You climbed in the Batmobile, floating in a weird dazed, not sure if this was real life or a wacky dream.

The windows were blacked out, and you couldn’t see a thing, but after a short drive, the back door opened again on Batman and Robin, and you were in...the Batcave ?

Everything was so crazy. Everything was going so fast. That day was still a blur, and forever will be. Which was kind of sad, considering it was the day you met the love of your life.

Dick was very reassuring, and smiled a lot. It’s all you could really remember of him that day.

Of course you knew him only as “Robin” at the time. You had no idea who they really were, and Bruce didn’t trust you enough yet to tell you.

But he still brought you back to the Batcave, which was a big deal. According to Dick, you were the first person outside of him, Batman and Al...Penny1 (whoever that was) to come down there. Of course, you had absolutely no idea where it was exactly, but it was still pretty cool.

That first day, Bruce didn’t brusque you or anything. He just made sure you were alright, and when he saw you didn’t remember everything, send you back on your way...

You discovered later, when the shock of what happened finally wore down, why Bruce brought you back there. As the Batman himself, and his trusted Robin (who was smiling a lot) came back for you to bring you again to the Batcave.

And that’s when your world was turned upside down, as Bruce revealed to you that you were...a meta-human.

A few quick research on you (you gave your real name to Batman when he asked, not able to think straight), and Bruce discovered that your father adopted you. Your mom was your biological mom, but...WHAT ?!

You didn’t even know your dad wasn’t really your dad. That your mom had you prior to meeting him. Well, you were barely one year old when they got together, and he became the only father you ever knew. But this was quite a shock !

You remember Dick scolding Bruce for telling you the news so abruptly...But Bruce had his reasons. Because out there ? In the streets ? Faced with Killer Croc ? You did something, and it was impressive.

You “repulsed” him with lightnings ! But when Bruce asked you further questions, it was clear that this was the first time it ever happened ! You were so lost, and so shocked...Thanks to Dick bringing back Bruce to the “real world” and telling him that you were just a kid, things got easier.

Bruce apologized, and said he would do further researches to know who your real father was. Only if you wanted to. But hey, you had just basically fried Killer Croc (he owed it only to his thick crocodile skin to not have burned alive really) and this new power was scary, so yes, you definitely wanted to know who your dad was !

Over the next few weeks, you came back often to the Batcave, after school. To train. To try and learn your power. At first, nothing would happen.

Bruce quickly understood that your powers needed to be triggered to work, and threw a harsh assault on you ! It got you knocked on your ass, but also made some sparks ! Quite literally !

But this little event ? It’s what made you discover the first kind of anger Dick Grayson could feel.

The one that happens because he cares too much. The one that happens because he couldn’t bare to let anyone get hurt.

In a matter of seconds Dick was between you and Bruce and yelling at his mentor. See, when he got hurt during training, it was alright. Because he knew what he got himself into, and he wanted to get better. But seeing you, a new friend, getting hurt like that ? It drove him nuts (years later, when Bruce got a little too rough with Jason, Tim or Damian, Dick would enter this same kind of anger, and yell at his mentor for his harsh ways, getting angry because he dared to hurt his little brothers).

You didn’t even have time to get back on your feet and say you were fine, as your lightning protected you, that Dick was already yelling at Bruce to be more careful and blahblahblah !

He went from 0 to 100 so fast ! And evidently, Bruce was already used to it because he stayed calm and endured the scolding, the way Dick grew angrier by the second until he became unable to find words anymore and just groaned and threw things around.

It was...Kind of scary. And very shocking. Up until now, Dick was that guy who smiled a lot, said stupid jokes and was in HUGE contrasts with his mentor. Night and day really. But there, as you witnessed him get utterly angry ?

You understood that there was much more to Dick Grayson than the eyes met.

And along the years, you realized that you were definitely right.

From that day and on, you and him grew closer and closer, up until you fell in love. It was just natural, you got each others the most. You were the only one to see him for who he really was, and vice versa. And sure sometimes it was...”electric” between you two, as you fought and such, but nonetheless your love was pure and intense. And unbreakable.

You grew next to him, and Bruce. You discovered that you were the Northern God Thor’s daughter and...Oh. But that was another story. For another day. Right now, as Artemis and Wally seemed shocked that you revealed that Dick gets angry quite regularly, your thoughts went back to what triggered him and turned him into a jerk sometimes.

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This first kind of anger actually happened rather often. And the main trigger of it would be a friend of his being hurt, while he’s in charge of things...

Dick, because he was Bruce’s first ward, first student, and was raised quite strictly (a bit too strictly at times, Bruce realized later), was often thrown in the “leader” seat.

But he hated it.

He always hated being the one people followed. He much preferred being a “side-kick” if he was perfectly honest. Someone who was there to support the one with responsibilities, to have their back, to make sure things run smoothly...he hated being the one in charge. Which is why nowadays, except if forced to, he was always the one to “follow orders”, the one that listened to Tim (mainly), and oh man he really didn’t want to take the Batman mantel. Too many responsibilities ! He always thought it would fit Jason, Tim and Damian better (plus they actually WANTED to become Batman, while Dick...but maybe that’s the reason why Dick would actually be the best Batman ?).

Whenever he found himself in the leader’s seat, there was a clear shift in Dick’s personality. A shift that yet nobody ever noticed...Except for you (that’s why you guys fell so hard for each others, you were always reading each others’ perfectly).

If he was there to help out, he would be the one to release some pressure by cracking jokes, making everyone feel better by acting as if he doesn’t take anything seriously...but if he was the leader ? He was serious, disciplinarian, and focused.

It hasn’t always been like that, he told you.

He used to be cheerful in the leader role too...but every time someone got badly hurt. Because nobody takes a guy who jokes that often seriously, and sometimes it lead to disaster.

So now, if the life of everyone was weighting on his shoulders, he wouldn’t be “cheerful”. Then again, no one ever really noticed that shift because it was “normal” for them for him to be more serious, but when you knew Dick, the entire reasoning behind this was heartbreaking, really.

Dick got incredibly angry, when he failed as a leader. When he couldn’t keep up.

He punched more than one hole in Wayne Manor’s walls. He trained way too hard out of frustration often. Angry at himself, at his failures.

Once again, this anger came from caring “too much”. From wanting to help, and save everyone, even if realistically, it isn’t possible.

It came from his “positive side”, a bit naive.

And those outburst of anger when something bad happened, when a plan failed or anything of the like ? They were shockingly violent. He would destroy things, and scream at anyone who’d try to comfort him, not able to think straight (Bruce discovered that the best thing to do was to wait for him to calm down, before taking his mind off of it all by some more “fun” training...Like playing basketball, for example).

Once again, running his mouth faster than his brain worked. Not realizing he could be a total jerk. And being totally imprisoned within his own anger.

Bruce and you came to know how to deal with him when he was like that. And to be honest, he mainly got like that only around you and Bruce anyway, as he often just went away to release his anger, knowing how he could get.

Which is why people didn’t know how angry he could get. But oh man when one of this “fit” started, it was difficult to defuse. And sometimes, you didn’t even want to defuse it, because man could he be such a jerk ! He could say such hurtful things too, deflecting his own failures on others...He would always apologize of course, and with age he got better, but he could really be harsh, when stuck in this kind of anger.

He just cared so much, he couldn’t accept failures ! Or not being able to help or something of the like !

Which is what happened today, when he got angry at you for wanting to come on the mission. Fear for your life. Fear that something would happen to you. Which turned into anger when he realized you weren’t going to listen to him and come, and that he was powerless to keep you safe.

Feeling powerless, would usually do the trick. Make him vent, and let out his frustration. When he first arrived at Wayne Manor, little 8 years old him often got angry at Bruce because of this.

Because he felt he couldn’t save his parents, and he was mad that someone like Bruce, who could have, didn’t do anything ! Of course he knew this wasn’t quite what happened...but still, he would get angry and throw tantrums, destroying everything in his room, and yelling at Bruce that he hated him.

Bruce let him. Because he knew the pain he was going through, and because he knew he needed someone to blame. As he grew up, Dick calmed down about this, but would still get incredibly angry when he felt powerless.

Or when something unjust would happen, as stated before...

All of that, was the first type of his anger.

The one you understood, and was more forgiving of.

The one that people caught glimpse of sometimes, on the battlefield and whatnot, but never took as “Dick Grayson often gets angry and isn’t always that happy-go-lucky guy we think he is”.

That first type of anger, wasn’t quite irrational. It could get a bit ridiculous, because Dick had no limits in his anger, and would enter huge rage...But it was born from something you could understand.

Feeling powerless. Seeing people he loves get hurt. Not being able to protect them. Failing. Being frustrated by injustices. Wanting to protect.

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Now the second type of anger he would go through though ? That was the one that actually drove you crazy at times. The one that made you want to slap him and that made you incredible petty in return.

The problem with Dick Grayson was that no matter what he says, he is a pretty cocky person. A lot like Bruce really. Pretentious at times, sure of himself.

And of course he has big moments of doubts, but he also knows his worth. He knows he’s good. He knows he’s smart. He knows he’s not just a regular guy. So when someone hurts his pride ? He can get a bit...moody.

He’s a terribly sore looser. He will often say “pff, it’s just a game !” if he loses at something, while actually fuming inside. And if you tease him about it a bit ? Oh he’ll be vexed and refuse to speak to whoever annoyed him for a while.

He could get incredibly petty, pedantic, annoying, during those little fits of anger. In fact, tne thing you always hated about Dick, was how much he could hold the grudge too, during those moments.

Oh god it was unsufurable ! During arguments, usually if he was loosing, he’d get events back out that happened YEARS PRIOR and throw them back in your face out of anger.

Like : “oh remember that time you accidentally zapped me with your lightnings and my entire leg was burned ?”, which would get you angry because he was trying to guilt-trip you, and then you’d get petty and a bit mean in return and...It was very childish.

And it was a side very few people ever saw, because it only happened with people he truly loved and utterly trusted. With people who actually knew how to hit his pride.

His friends at the Young Justice hit the nails on the head a few times, but he didn’t get as angry with them as he would get back home, mainly because there was always someone to defuse things (namely : a certain Kaldur who was the team’s mediator really).

But when faced with you, his siblings or Bruce ? You guys sometimes were annoyed by his little fit of anger, by how easily he would get offended/vexed by certain things, and would tease him on purpose, just to rile him up.

Now he wouldn’t get as mad as when he’s in his “first kind” of anger...but he would get so moody and bitchy !

Goodbye happy-go-lucky Dick Grayson, hello edgy-emo-complains-too-much Dick Grayson ! “You guys never listen to me” and other “sweet” things would be said a lot.

He would refuse to play a game again, he would go pout in a corner, he would get very passive-agressive...Oh Bruce remembers the time Dick got mad at him for saying he should work more as he got a bad grade on one of his maths test, and Dick proceeded to leave post-it notes all around the house about how he couldn’t study more because he had to “save this person that night”, or “help Alfred clean the kitchen” etc etc...very petty.

His second kind of anger slowly died down, as he grew up. It rarely happened nowadays, and when it did, it was usually because one of his sibling (*cough* mainly Jason *cough*) annoyed him on purpose.

When you met him, you two were about 13/14 years old, and he would often get vexed like that. But as he grew older, he realized how ridiculous it could be, and evolved. Or rather, he hid his frustration better (but everyone knew that whenever he lost at a game, he would get angry inside haha).

There was less things to say about this second kind of anger, but you were pretty sure it would be the one that would shock your friends the most. Because everyone always assumed he could take any jokes (wrong), and didn’t take anything very seriously (double wrong).

So seeing him get all worked up over someone insulting him, or someone being better than him at something and boasting about it, etc etc etc...it would surely be a huge surprise.

This side of him is what initially attracted you to him though. The realization that he wasn’t perfect. Because for real, if he was funny and witty, handsome and always knew what to say ? That wouldn’t be fair. Too perfect.

So the fact that he would get frustrated over the smallest things like that, it reassured you. Plus it could actually be super endearing to see him get flustered and puff his cheek in anger !

Oh you still remember when Jason said (knowing exactly what his brother’s reaction would be) that the Harry Potter movies were better than the books...Dick went on a rant that lasted hours about how wrong this was !

It was cute. Dick certainly never lacked...passion (in every area).

Yes. This second kind of anger would probably shock people the most, and though it was annoying, it was also something that only you and his very close friends and family members were privy of, which made it incredibly precious.

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The way he got angry at you today, was a mix of both his angers. It started with the first type, as he was afraid for you and such, but ended with the second kind as he realized you were pushing his buttons on purpose, as you increasingly grew frustrated with him.

Which meant he never quite reached the full level of the first type, and didn’t destroy anything (thanks god, your friends were already shocked enough that he yelled, so imagine him going on a rampage in Mount Justice !). But still ended up with him getting too angry, and you too.

And now, as usual after one of his fit, he felt like a total jerk. Like an idiot too. He knew you were strong, that you were ready, and that he shouldn’t have acted as if you were useless (you hated that, pet peeve of yours).

He knew he should’ve shown support, instead of yelling. But this gut wrenching fear he felt at the mere thought of loosing you...it drove him over the edge once more. He was now mad at not being able to control himself.

And as he got the plane down at the mission’s area, he felt like utter shit...

Once again though, you knew him better than anyone else, and as your teammates left the plane, you stayed behind, knowing he wanted to talk to you.

“I’m...I’m sorry. I can be such a jerk sometimes.”

He says, bashful and ashamed. And he doesn’t have to say anything else, to say why he’s sorry...You understand. You smile at him, and it makes him melt. You take his hand, give it a squeeze, and say :

“I’m sorry too. I can be a petty bitch sometimes...”

He gives you a gentle peck on your lips, you smile at each other and everything is forgotten. The anger flies away, as nothing but love fills your hearts. Love and adoration. And knowing the fact that you and Dick ? It’s the real deal. And if he got that angry at you, it’s actually just because he cares so much about you.

The crisis is averted.

To be honest, you fight from times to times (like every healthy couple really), but it never last for very long. And sure he can hold the grudge sometimes, but it only happens when he’s angry.

It never last long, and he always comes around (even if sometimes it can take him a while, like when he left Bruce to go off with the Titans...Then again, this was a big issues, so his anger was proportional to it really).

This all thing of him being cheerful and happy all the time, making jokes and being witty...It’s a true thing. A good 70% of his personality is that.

But the 30% that remains ? It’s his “darker side”, as Cassandra would call it (she spend WAY TOO MUCH times watching the Star Wars movie, according to Bruce).

The way he can get irrationally angry, and so fast. Going from 0 to a 100 in a second.

The way he can turn into a total jerk, and say things that are truly hurtful.

The way he’s borderline arrogant, and doesn’t like to be wrong.

To put it simply, the way Dick Grayson is, and always will be “The Angry Robin”.

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Well I hope you liked it and that it wasn’t disappointing.I hope I was able to...somehow capture Dickiebird’s “darker” side and all...it’s very difficult, that guy is actually super complicated and...yeah I wasn’t sure how to quite tackle this all thing. I tried. As usual feedbacks = very VERY welcomed, but more importantly in this new “Tumblr Era” : REBLOGS became vital. People don’t reblog the stuffs they like anymore and it’s slowly what kills this site. So if you enjoyed this story, reblogging it and sharing it is one of the best way to show your appreciation :). Like, for real, it’s important. Thanks very much in advance ^^ !

PS : Just in case you’re thinking “but you never reblog other people’s stuffs”, I have a sideblog with over 2000 followers where I just reblog everything I love, from fanfictions to the worst of shitposts haha. So I do reblog too, just not on my main that I keep fanfic and fanfic related things only.

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“Wanna join ?” 1/2 - Jason Todd x Reader x Roy Harper (Erotica)

Well. Well well well. At first I wrote this story much like the other polyamory one I have (Batman x Reader x Superman, you can find it there :Three parts of a whole , it’s also EROTICA), where it was cute and all and then I was like...”Wait, this doesn’t fit all that at all, it’s not that easy, not that sweet”, and ended up writing this instead. Which ended up being SO FUCKING LONG that I divided it into two parts...I’m very unsure about this story, so I’m hope you’ll like it, and as usual, feedbacks are very welcomed :

FINISHED SERIES : PART 2

IMPORTANT WARNING : THIS IS EROTICA ! THIS IS NOT FOR YOU IF YOU ARE UNDERAGED, I GODDAMN MEAN IT. Like there’s cute and sweet feelings in the mix, but also...smut, so if you’re not 18 or more, or if you’re not comfortable with that sort of things etc etc, this story ain’t for you. I have tons of other very SFW story, for averyone to read, and if you wanna check those out instead, it’s right here, on My masterlist blog : @ella-ravenwood-archives.

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At first...At first it was just fun.

Nothing serious.

He was used to purely physical relationships. In fact, this kind of relationships always been his kind of relationship !!

Just some fun, no string attach. Just pleasure.

Yup.

Only, it was all fun and game...Until someone got hurt.

“It started as a bit of fun, how did it end up like this ?”

It was hard for him not to quote that famous The Killers’ song, because oh man was he full of jealousy, and oh man was it...complicated.

Because he wanted her.

Because he wanted him.

But he could never have neither of them, at least not the way he truly wanted.

Not the way his heart craved.

He couldn’t fall asleep with them. Hold their hands. Tell them he loved them when he felt like it. Cuddle whenever he wanted to. Kiss them freely...

Oh for fuck’s sake, why did he have to fall in love with two people at the same time ?! Two people who, furthermore, were actually in love with each others, dating seriously for the past three years ?!

Two people who were his best friends ? Best friends who were DATING EACH OTHERS !

And what was his place in all that ?

Well sometimes, he just happened to fuck them.

But there was no further feelings (except for a deep friendship). It was just fun for them. He was adding some spice to their relationship, nothing more.

And it felt comfortable, because he was their best friend, you know ?

They felt safe, sharing with him all their kinks, and inviting him into it, but again, only to spice things up. To max out the pleasure.

It was all fun and game until someone got hurt...And why did said someone always had to be him ?!

Jason Todd sighed, “Mr. Brightside” by The Killers stuck in his head. Even if his case wasn’t quite the same than the one in the song.

Because him ? He wasn’t jealous of just one person, but two.

His two best friends, whom his stupid ass fell for. The both of them ! At the same time !

But he could never have her.

And he could never have him.

Her and him.

You and Roy.

Who had been dating for over three years. Who were genuinely in love. And who happened, sometimes, to let him join in when you were having sex...

But for you, it was just fun.

He was almost just a sex toy really, there to please you physically, but never having the after care. Never having...the warmth.

It was all fun and game until someone got hurt.

************

It happened kinda suddenly, one day.

It was around 7 pm and you all had had an awful day.

Literally nothing went your way.

Jason fought with his dad again, and it always upsetter him to no end, when it happened. Despite what he liked to claim loud and clear, his father was actually extremely important for him, and fighting with him always tore a hole in his heart. And turned him into an angsty teenager...

Roy fought with Oliver again too...And was down for quite the same reason Jay was.

And you ? You had the shittiest day at work, your boss being King of the Assholes (Jay and Roy made you laugh when they asked if you wanted them to beat his ass). You spilled your coffee, you forgot your umbrella while it was pouring outside, you missed your bus...You didn’t fight with any of your loved one, but your mood wasn’t any better than the two men.

Usually, when one of you didn’t feel too good, you’d cheer him or her up by going out somewhere. Watching a stupid horror movie while eating snacks perhaps. Or anything really, to take their mind off of it.

But if all three of you felt bad ?

Well no matter the time, you’d get shit faced !

And here you were, all three of you, drunk out of your mind, whining about your day and taking shots whenever you did so.

-I love you guys !

Roy blurted out after complaining about his “ex”-mentor for ten minutes straight, while you and Jason listened, downing shots of Jagërbombs every time the phrase “Oliver is an asshole” dropped.

Roy continued :

-At least I know what to expect with you ! I know you won’t betray me ! I know you’ll always be there !

The archer threw his arms around yours and Jason’s shoulders, and repeated a heartfelt “I love you guys !” which made both of you smile widely...

Furthermore, it always made Jay’s day when you or Roy said things like that.

Even though you had been dating for a long time now...things (almost) didn’t change. Of course, sometimes you kissed in front of him, and nowadays, you held hands while walking HOWEVER, most of the time, you made sure to include Jason.

He was your best friend to you both, he was important, oh so important, and you’d never EVER make him feel like he was third wheeling. Like he wasn’t “part of the group” anymore.

Whenever you guys hung out, whenever you went the three of you somewhere together...you acted just as before. Just best friends hanging out with each other, and so Jason always felt like he belonged.

...Maybe the problem started there. Before anything more even happened. You were almost always together, Jay was in someway part of this relationship...

No. This was just, already at that time, wishful thinking on Jason’s part ! He knew it. You were just...Two amazing friends who would never leave him alone because now, you were dating each other.

That was it.

You two were just fucking amazing friends !

Friends that it would be amazing to fuck...Jason shook his head. He always had weird thoughts when he was drunk ! But still, he would love to just turn you around and...

Roy gave him a good way to change his dangerous train of thoughts as he, after kissing you deeply and saying a heartfelt “I love you so much (Y/N)”, landed a noisy kiss on his lips.

Roy had the terrible habit to kiss his close friends on the lips, when he was drunk...at first, it made you incredibly jealous, until you realized he always kissed you deeply when he landed just quick pecks on others...until you realized he kissed them much in the same way you use to kiss your parents on the lips when you were a small kid, it was just affectionate, with no further intent behind than showing said affection in its purest form. Like a toddler would kiss his mom and dad...

Jay kissed back for the fraction of second Roy’s lips were on his, and felt a little tang in his heart as the archer pulled away too quickly (where the fuck did this thought come from ?! He swore his drunk mind was just so weird sometimes...).

Roy, a stupid drunken smile on his face, said to Jay (while you were finishing your drink on his other side) :

-I really love you man.

Jason smiled too, of that hazy and pure smile you have when you’re drunk, and answered :

-I know. I do too.

Roy kept going :

-Nah, you don’t get it ! I really, REALLY love you !

-I knooooow ! I do tooooooo !

There was a few seconds of silence where the two men just stared at each others quite intensely, and Jason suddenly felt the urge to kiss his friend again, and felt himself lean forward, and Roy wasn’t pulling back and he was really going to kiss him...just as you spilled a drink on yourself and yelled a loud “Fucking fuck !” that attracted both their attention.

They turned to you, and were met with the cute sight of your pouting, and being covered in...What was it ? Roy sniffed...Vodka and coke ? Where you trying to make yourself a little cocktail ?

In any case, you failed miserably and spilled everywhere and were now cursing like a sailor. Like a very angry sailor.

Only the loud laughter of Roy and Jay stopped your string of profanities. You turned to them menacingly, and removed your boyfriend’s arm that was still around your shoulder.

You were about to sternly scold them, because it wasn’t nice to mock a friend in need, and lifted your hand to threateningly point at them...but this action made your shirt move, and before you knew it, you were pouting again, grimacing, and whining :

-Ewwwwww ! I’m so stickyyyyyyy !!

You looked like a kid (alcohol always tend to reverse you back into childhood a little bit), and as you were shaking your body as if trying to get rid of the liquid you poured on you, the boys couldn’t stop but laugh again. Their laughter surely increased by the amount of alcohol running in their veins right now...

-Guyyyyyyys ! Don’t be such meanies !

As their laugh subsided, Roy gave you a look that he reserved only for you, a look full of fondness and love that made Jason’s heart tighten (damn drunk thoughts again !).

Roy lifted your chin and kissed you sweetly. Just the way Jay wanted to kiss you, too (why was he thinking that ?! But...your lips looked so soft).

Roy said :

-You should go change sweatheart, and maybe get some sleep. You had a tough day...

You looked deeply in Roy’s eyes, and kissed him again (and Jason would have given anything he owned to be kissed by you like that...).

-I’m not tired.

You said, still a bit pouty, and obviously not wanting to leave them. You turned to Jay for support, but he just looked at you fondly and shook his head. Him too, thought you should go to bed (and damn he wished he could tuck you in).

You sighed. And moved to put your glass back on the floor (the three of you were sitting on the floor, back against the couch), and this movement alone made you cringe once more, as you felt your sticky shirt cling to you.

Your tongue darted out of your lips on its own, in disgust (and Jason had to use all the strength in him not to jump on you and chase after said tongue).

Yes. Ok. It was all gross.

Maybe you did need a shower and then some sleep. But as you got to your feet...your entire being tipped forward and only thanks to Roy and Jason’s incredible reflexes were you saved from landing heavily on the glass table.

Jason sighed in relief (had had been so afraid you were about to get seriously hurt) as he slowly let go of you to leave you in Roy’s arm, albeit his heart was screaming to never let go of you...

With a soft smile that, again, he only reserved to you, and that made Jason so jealous...Roy said :

-Need some help, maybe, princess ?

You nodded carefully, feeling a little light headed. Maybe you drank too much...

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Jason watched you and Roy leave with a longing look. Even if his friend told him he’d come back in a few minutes, the Red Hood couldn’t stop his heart from beating painfully.

And watching you and Roy leave reminded him of two particular moments in his life, that he wished he had listened to said heart.

The first time was years ago, when Roy saved him and they almost kissed. Jay couldn’t take out of his head that if he had make that little step forward, he would have been the one in your place right now.

The second time was three years ago, just before you got with Roy. The three of you had been friends for a long time by that time, and you and Jay were watching a film while Roy was away on some Arrow affairs. If he had make a move that night, he knew...He just knew he would be in Roy’s position right now.

Only he didn’t, did he ? He never dared to kiss any of you and risk this friendship that was so important to him. In a way...In a way he knew it was better like that. Because if he had gotten with Roy, or with you, what would he have done about all this pent up desire he had for the other one ?!

...Jason sighed.

As far as he remembered, he always knew he was bisexual. When he asked Bruce if it was normal, if he wasn’t a freak, the man answered that it was completely natural.

That it happened. Some people just liked to have more options...Jason remembered Bruce said that with a chuckle, and then proceeded to tell him that he too, was bisexual.

The good old days where Jason didn’t die yet, and him and Bruce were close, oh so close...Close enough for his adopted father to explain to him that nothing was wrong with him. That he was just like that, and that was it. That he wasn’t a freak and anyone who said otherwise was just an ass and that...

Jason shook his head. His bisexuality, and the way his father handled it was another story, for another time. His problem right now, wasn’t his sexual orientation...Or rather, it kind of was.

Because only when he met you and Roy did he discover that he wasn’t just bisexual, but that he might be what the internet called “polyamory”...Because what were those strong feelings he had for the BOTH of you ? The jealousy he always felt when seeing you ? The...He shook his head again.

It was his drunk mind talking once more.

Jason chuckled to himself. It was often like that. When he was drunk, his libido went through the roof (which apparently was unusual), and every single secret desire he ever had got out and swam all around his brain.

He didn’t ACTUALLY want to be with Roy or you. His drunk self just wanted to...fuck you guys’ brains out, to put it simply.

He didn’t ACTUALLY wanna be stuck in a relationship, oh no. That wasn’t Jason Todd’s style. Jason liked to be free, and to do whatever (and whoever) he wanted. He could never be in a steady relationship.

And in a way, he really was polyamory, he guessed. Because fuck, he couldn’t just love one person for the rest of his life. Two though...two...special people...

No.

Jason wasn’t in love with his best friends.

He was just confusing love and a deep friendship. After all, they were really close. And he loved them, but not in that “I wanna get married and have babies with you, and live just with you for the rest of my life” way. No. In that “I’d die for you, because you’re all I’ve got sometimes” way.

Deep friendship. Love, but not love love.

It was just a bit confusing because he also wanted to sleep with them. After all, you and Roy were both incredibly attractive, at least to him. Plus,he knew you two. You were great. Funny. Caring. Loving...Who wouldn’t wanna fuck y’all ?

Chuckling to himself again, he downed his last drink for the day and got on his feet. Enough thinking frustrating thoughts for today...

He was about to go to his bedroom but for that, he had to walk in front of yours and Roy’s and...sounds coming from it attracted his attention.

He stopped in front of it and...How long has he been thinking about this all wanting to fuck his best friends thing ? Apparently, long enough that you both had time to take a shower, and now where enjoying each other.

Were enjoying each other very much, actually.

Jason couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol, or his most recent thoughts that pushed him to do what he was about to do...but what was sure is that he did it.

In his foggy mind at the time, he wanted to prank you.

Open your door suddenly, jumping in and scaring you two.

Only things didn’t quite happen like he thought it would.

He did kick in your door, and you and Roy did jump in surprise but...Then, he didn’t go out of the room like he initially planned, and just stared at you and Roy for a few seconds.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away.

Roy was sitting on the side of your bed, and you were straddling him...his manhood very clearly entirely inside you. And before you two jumped in surprise, Jason had had a glimpse at you vigorously bouncing on him...

And here he was, stuck. Not able to move. Holding his breath.

Your arms were around Roy’s neck, and his hands were laid on your hips, marks of his fingers and tongue and mouth already appearing in small bruises on your thighs and whatnot.

You and Roy were so stunned that you didn’t do anything either, and all your minds were still so hazy because of the alcohol...

Besides, there was a strangely extremely attractive and arousing thing in the way Jason was staring at you two. You felt Roy twitch inside you, and knew it was for the same reason that you got suddenly even wetter...

It lasted only literally a few seconds, a glimpse of an instant...but things happened.

Your eyes travelled down to Jason’s crotch, as his boner was getting impossible to miss, and then finally, went back to Roy.

Your boyfriend was staring at his friends with a weird spark in his eyes, and you knew that right now, if you asked...if you asked then they’d both say yes.

You turned to Jason and, unable to hide a mischievous and sultry smile, and not really understanding why you were doing it, you said, sensually :

-Wanna join ?

Jason knew it was a fucking bad idea. Because right now, you two were very clearly completely fogged by your drunken mind and arousal. You two were too much into it to actually mean it.

Jason knew it was a fucking bad idea, that if he did that right now, with you two...things would never be the same. At least for him.

Jason knew it was a fucking bad idea, but faced with both your hungry faces...Well, didn’t his father always say he had a knack for always having bad fucking ideas ?

Roy was gently pushing his hips upward again as Jason slowly approached you and him. Pushing himself in and out of you with slow languid movement, so that you could feel everything, as his best friend walked towards the two of you...

There was something, deep inside the archer, that was unfolding. He knew he should say something. Stop this while he still could. Not allow Jason to come in...But he couldn’t.

Because he wanted this. He thought it was extremely hot. After all, him and Jason talked multiple times about their bisexuality and who wouldn’t want to fuck a guy like Jason Todd ? He was a total stud.

It would all have been fine if...If it weren’t for you.

Because he loves you, so much it hurt. He loves you with all his being, and he knew you and Jason were almost a thing once, before he swept you away.

And this...this thing that was happening, it could be fucking dangerous. It could mean he would loose you, and Jason at the same time, because...Because Roy loves you too much to ever forgive Jason if he stole you away from him.

And yet. Yet he couldn’t stop it, as he thrusted in and out of you. He couldn’t stop himself from looking at Jason walking ever so slowly toward you...

He wanted it. He wanted Jason to join, and the alcohol inhibited his fear of loosing you. Of loosing Jay.

The alcohol and his desire right now...made him forget that what was about to happen could ruin your friendship forever.

As for you...Well you, you couldn’t think straight.

Your amazingly skilled boyfriend was fucking into you with expert movements, and the man you used to have a MASSIVE crush on was walking slowly towards you with a MASSIVE boner.

Plus, you were super drunk, and really needed to forget about your awful day...

You all needed to forget about your awful day.

And maybe this, plus the alcohol, plus the intense arousal and every pent up secret feelings during all those years (that none of you were actually aware of)...Maybe this is why it happened the first time.

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And Jason was next to you now, unsure of what to do...Which was alright, because you took matter in your own hands. Quite literally.

Roy was kissing your neck and fucking you slowly as to leave a tiny bit of sense into you still. As to not completely make you black out with pleasure, so you could take care of Jason, maybe ?

Roy was kissing your neck but his eyes were on Jason. On your hands reaching slowly to the zipper of his pant.

Automatically, Jason lifted his shirt with one hand, revealing a well tone stomach and damn the man was in shape. But you knew that already...His other hand was left to just stay there, on the side of his body, limp.

Jason’s eyes, just like Roy’s, were now fixed on your hands. And even if he desperately wanted to, he didn’t dare reaching for your cheek and brushing tender fingers of that free hand on them.

Just...Just in case Roy changed his mind.

Jason didn’t dare being too affectionate with you, or with Roy for that matter, afraid one of you would tell him to get the fuck out because he went too far.

This all thing was obviously just sexual. Nothing more.

And Jason didn’t want to have an inappropriate gesture towards any of you, and get kicked out before the fun could truly happen.

Still bouncing softly on Roy, you opened Jason’s pants and slowly pulled his dick free...All of your actions were slow and careful.

Yours. Roy’s. Jason’s.

You weren’t too sure about all this, but you all knew you wanted it. And so you were more careful than you ever been with partners before.

Jason had plenty of threesomes. With two women. A man and a woman. Two men. Hell, he even had more than threesomes sometimes but this...Was different.

He had been invited to something intimate, even if he still felt it was just sex.

But it wasn’t just sex was it ? Because it was sex with his best friends, who he had been lusting after for years. At least for him, and probably for him only, this meant something...Which is why the moan he let out when you wrapped a hand around his shaft was so intense. Was coming from deep within him.

Said moan, gruffed out in his deep and sexy voice, made Roy twitch inside you again, and filled you with a desire you never knew even existed. With dirty thoughts that would have make you blush if you weren't too full of needs.

You slowly jerked Jason off, with your soft finger that drove him completely nuts. He took in a sharp intake of air, and his head fell backward.

He felt silly. Embarrassed. You were just giving him a stupid hand job, it shouldn’t make him feel such intense things ! He had thousands of hand jobs, and they weren’t a thing he liked particularly that much...

He lifted his shirt all the way to his mouth, and bit it so he wouldn’t moan that loudly again, hand clutched on the fabric of the shirt...His other hand still staying limply on his side.

You picked up the pace, just as Roy picked it up too as he lifted his hips faster to reach deep into you.

It was now your turn to moan, and man, you were never known to hold back. The sound of your voice made Roy smile, and Jason's dick jolt in your hand.

Roy exchanged a look with Jay, and they both smirked. It was intimate, in a way. Two friends sharing something important. Two friends knowing how the other felt...

But did they truly know ? Right now, nothing was sure.

Except for the fact that Roy was fucking you harder and harder, that your hand tightened around Jason’s shaft, and that Jason was just going completely crazy over a stupid hand job.

Roy grunted as he pushed you down on his length with more force, and it was too much for you...your hands let go of Jason and dig into your boyfriend’s shoulder, as you cried out loudly.

But even if Jason’s pleasure was cut short all of a sudden, he didn’t feel frustrated one bit, looking at your face as Roy fucked into you.

The archer was gripping your hair, and his hand on your thigh was making marks, and your short breath and his growls, and...and...Jason’s dick twitched in the air once more, and it caught your eyes.

You couldn’t leave him like that. And through your pleasure, you still thought about your best friend, about this man so important to you...

You wrapped one hand around his length once more, and let the power of Roy’s thrust do the rest. It was enough that it made your hand move on its own. And once again, Jason bit hard on his shirt and his head fell backward as a guttural moan was stuck in his throat.

Roy too, couldn’t help but being vocal by now, as his dick went in and out of you and...soon enough he made you come. Oh he made you come so hard, as he knew you so well and knew exactly which spot to hit each time.

You bit his shoulder so you wouldn’t scream too loudly, and your neighbor wouldn’t call the police on you (again, after all, you weren’t really living in a nice neighborhood and your screams could be suspicious).

This made Roy groan in pleasure, a sound that drove Jason wild. And the way your pussy tightened around Roy...the way Jason bit on his shirt while holding his gaze...The way your hand was jerking Jay off furiously...It send Roy over the edge quickly.

You guys had sex since long enough that you both knew it was safe to not use protection, and as Roy’s warm seed sprayed inside you, coating your walls, you mewled again as he prolonged your orgasm...

Jason decided that mewls from you were now his favorite sound, and a hazy looked filled his eyes as you didn’t stop massaging him.

It felt so right right now. You and Roy had a fucked out look on your face, and seemed so satisfied. And you looked at him in such a way, and your hand felt so fucking good and...

Without even realizing it, making it impossible for him to warn you, Jason came.

Hard.

Harder than ever before for a simple hand job.

His stomach muscles tightened, giving you and Roy an amazing view of said muscles, and his dick twitched twice in your hand as his own sperm bursted out on your face in warm spurt, as he moaned sexily, deeply.

...

Jason froze.

Your face was covered in his semen. Roy’s face was unreadable. Your hand was still wrapped around his now limp dick. His own hands were frozen on the side of his body, not knowing what to do...

Fuck. He couldn’t believe he just did that. That he just came in your fucking face. Without any warnings. So rude...

He finally dared to look down on you, with an apologetic look and...You were licking around your mouth. A thoughtful expression on your face as if you were trying to determine if he tasted good or not.

And Roy...Roy’s eyes were still fixed on him, and then on you, travelling back and forth with still this unreadable expression...until he finally broke the silence by saying :

-That was...Too hot. I’m...hard again. Let’s do it again ?

This took Jason by utter surprise. He was sure that Roy was going to kick him out of the room for cumming in your face...But he was now proposing to “keep going” ? This made Jason hard again too, and you smiled hazily.

Oh yes. Yes let’s not stop there.

And this is how it happened.

How your little friendS with benefit things started.

On a drunken night...But if you were all honest, as soon as you all came that first time, you were all sober again, and the way you kept fucking each other all through the night was a total conscious choice.

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After that, Jason kept convincing himself that this was just like any other sexual relations he had. Just fun. Nothing more.

And yet...Yet he found himself only having sex with you two nowadays.

You guys didn’t set any rules in the bedroom. Actually, the only rule that existed, was that anything happening in the bedroom...Stayed in the bedroom.

At day, you all acted as if nothing ever happened. Still acting like best friends. Totally normal. As if you never slept all together.

But when you reached the bedroom...oh. There really was no rules. A safe word, yes (watermelon), in case one of you felt uncomfortable but...it was never used. No matter what.

In the bedroom, Jason was allowed to kiss you, on the lips and anywhere else. To make out with you, and to take you guys in any way he wanted. You’d let him (he was often the most dominant one).

You wanted him to. But every time it was over, and you’d all be spend...Jason “had to” go. You never actually talked about it but..You and Roy were dating. And you were having fun with Jason, but nothing more.

It was just fun.

Jason felt like he had no right to be there for the aftercare...because he wasn’t...This wasn’t...

It wasn’t love. It was just sex.

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And yet. Yet over the months of this little friendS with benefit thing going on, Jason started to feel things.

Things he never felt before, or that he always ignored (which is why he wasn’t the one dating you, or Roy).

Things that scared the hell out of him, but that were harder and harder to ignore.

Things that...hurt him.

Because it was all fun and game until someone got hurt.

It was fun, to have contest to know which one out of him and Roy were eating you out the best (it was a tied, you were too out of your mind with the two orgasms they gave you to choose). Which one sucked dick the best, too (you won there).

Or how far you could go. What crazy position you could try. How to all be pleased at the same time. To not forget one.

It was fun, to take you two however he wanted. That you’d let him but...The more things happened, the more he realized that what he ended up liking more during those sex sessions, were your kisses. Your touch.

When Roy dig his nails in his back, when you tangle your hands in his hair, when he kisses your neck, when his tongue wraps around yours, when Roy caresses his thighs....More than sex, he craved your presence, for the semblance of love it gave him. For the fake affection.

Of course, you both loved him. You were his best friends...But you didn’t care for him as much as he started to care for you two.

You weren’t like him. You were...exclusive. And sure, you let him enter your sex life, but it didn’t mean anything further than that.

Sex.

You were both monogamous, he knew because you talked about it a few times...All this, for you two, was really just fun. And who to do it with better than with your best friend ? Whom you trusted fully and utterly ?

And there were those nights, when you were both in a romantic mood, both lovey dovey where...You wouldn’t invite Jason to join you.

And oh he hated himself whenever he waited expectantly for you to say those words that became precious to him : “wanna join ?”.

He felt so stupid, hoping for more each time. And yet leaving every time you all couldn’t go further anymore, leaving when you were all spend.

Leaving on shaky legs because he just had the most mind blowing sex of his life, even if what he was doing with you, he did before...

And through all those new feelings and sensations he had...He just couldn’t hide anymore. Couldn’t hold it in.

It was too much. He couldn’t go on. And even if he might loose you two...anything was better than all this frustration and pain. All this love he couldn’t actually give you, and had to settle with giving you briefly during sex.

Actually, at this point, in his mind, he wasn’t fucking you two anymore. He was making love to you. And you didn’t even notice the difference in his actions...How would you notice anyway ? For you, it was just sex with him.

You were making love to each other.

You were fucking him.

But he couldn't handle it anymore...He just couldn’t. He had to say something. He would risk it all right now, because it became so unbearable.

************

He thought that you would be the most understanding out of the two of you.

Not that Roy wasn’t an understanding man but...He just felt like maybe you would get him better. You wouldn’t push him away right away, you’d have more tact and such. You’d be nicer.

And so he started with you.

Roy was suppose to come home soon, which was perfect. It allowed Jason to prepare for everything.

You and him were sitting at the kitchen’s table, drinking some coffee when he finally dove in. He started carefully by saying :

-Hey, (Y/N), if I...if I told you a secret I never told anyone before, would you hate me ?

You looked up from your coffee cup, a bit surprised as it wasn’t Jason’s style to say something like that...He usually never really cared about what people thought of him. With a smile you wanted reassuring, you said :

-Oh Jay, I could never hate you no matter what. Except if you’re about to tell me you don’t like Harry Potter. You know we can’t be friend if you don’t like Harry Potter..

Jason felt a bit more relaxed...You always had that effect on him. He always felt safe with you. Which is probably why he kept going :

-No it’s not about that it’s...It’s actually about you.

-About me ?

You were now curious.

And this look on you...Jason always loved it.

It made you look even more beautiful than usual. The way your eyebrows would lift, and your mouth would turn in that shape...It made him want to kiss you, and before he could stop himself, his lips were on yours.

This wasn’t how he wanted things to unfold. It wasn’t how he wanted to tell you but...Since you kissed back, maybe it was the right way to do things ?

He had had a plan, where he would explain his feelings to you first, then to Roy, in the hope you’d understand. In the crazy hope that maybe you’d feel the same, or at least help him figuring everything out.

He had a plan but it all went away as he saw that curious look on your face. It made him weak int he knees, that face...and he just had to kiss you.

He pulled away, and smiled at your cute shocked (but not angry) expression as he whispered :

-I love you.

-J...Jay ? What do you mean ? What are you...What ?

-I mean I love you. You and...

But he was never able to finish his sentence, as a fist violently encountered his face. He flew backward and fell heavily on the floor. His vision blurry by the sheer force of the punch, he tried to figure out what just happened...

-How dare you ?!

Roy. That was Roy’s voice. Was he home already ? Jason couldn’t think, that right hook really messed his head up...

-I trusted you ! I fucking trusted you with everything I had !

What was he talking about ? Jason tried to stand up, but he couldn’t. He faintly heard your voice in the background, but mainly heard what Roy said.

-I was afraid it might happened, but always felt guilty I’d have such thought because...I trusted you. You were the only one I trusted. The one I was so sure would never...would never...

The way Roy’s voice broke made Jason’s heart break. The archer continued :

-I never thought you’d do that to me. How could you ? HOW COULD YOU JAY ?! You know what I feel for her, you know I’d rather die than...than...How could you ? ...I...I trusted you...

Roy’s voice ended in a whisper, and Jason still couldn’t stand up, still couldn’t explain himself. His mouth felt weird, the taste of copper filling it. Blood. His blood...

He’d never thought Roy would ever draw his blood on purpose. And yet...Yet here they were.

But even if Jason’s mind was blurry with pain and confusion, a little voice in his head resonated and understood. Of course.

He walked in on Jason kissing you. On him telling you he loved you. And didn’t hear the end. Didn’t hear that he was about to say “I love you and Roy”, and to try and explain the mess of his feelings.

All Roy saw, was him kissing you, and saying he loved you.

All Roy felt, was the utter betrayal of his best friend trying to steal the love of his life away...

Jason didn’t understand everything that happened next, but he heard you call out to Roy. He felt you kneel beside him and tell him you’d be right back, but that you had to run after your boyfriend.

For some reason, Jason’s eyes filled with tears...He was half-unconscious because of the punch, and his brain didn’t want to work properly, but he understood one thing.

He just ruined the one good thing in his life. He just ruined his relationship with Roy, and with you.

And when you came back in your shared apartment, and you said : “He’s gone. I don’t know where he went...” and you went to lock yourself in your room, without even checking on Jason further than that, checking if he was alright...

Jason knew he fucked up.

Why didn’t he just followed his plan ? Why didn’t he just explained his feelings instead of kissing you in the spur of the moment, and blurting out he loved you ? Why didn’t he calmly explained everything instead of having such a poor self-control ? Why ?

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After that episode, you guys don’t see each other for months.

All too heartbroken to talk. All too angry to listen to an explanation.

After that episode, you all move out of that apartment you shared for years, and you don’t talk or see each other for months.

After that episode, you’re just a third of what you used to be...

To be continued...

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Hope you liked this. I can’t re-read it without cringing so...yeah. Hope it was alright, and it’s just my insecurities kicking in. Thanks very much for reading, as usual, feedbacks = life. And...Yup, see you soon with part two of this, with even more filth. Like an actual full on sex scene, not just what was above. I had to reserve some extra dirtiness for later ya know.

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ellana-ravenwood · 6 years ago

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“Go away, you’re confusing my baby” - Bruce Wayne x Reader (x Clark Kent)

First, here are the fic where Thomas appears or is mentioned (just so you know who we are talking about : The Great Mall adventure, Master of Diaper, Shaky steps and bad teaching and Polichinelle, you can find all those pics on my master list blog : ella-ravenwood-archives, I can unfortunately not link them anymore because of Tumblr who now makes posts with links not appear whenever you search the tags in the search bar. Second, this fic was inspired by an ask I received that said : “Because of their blue eyes and black hair Bruce and Clark could be mistaken for brothers maybe even twins if no one knew. Has Thomas ever been not sure which one was his dad and cries in frustration.”. I loved the idea so much I ended up writing this so..hope you’ll like it, and as usual, feedbacks are MORE than welcome :

You can find my masterlist here : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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There was a time, years and years ago, when you first started to date Bruce, where you occasionally used to be a tiny bit confused about something.

Nowadays of course, it seemed ridiculous to you, but in the past...It was a genuine mistake.

After all, they look so much like each others ! And the worst thing is ? They don’t seem to realize it at all...

And yet your now husband Bruce Wayne, and his best friend Clark Kent, shared crazy physical similarities. You weren’t the only one who got confused.

Lois admitted to you that she did too, the first time she met Bruce (she thought it was Clark without his glasses)...And oh the number of times there were pictures of Clark in the paper under the title “Billionaire Bruce Wayne dresses like a commoner and visits Metropolis” (how rude, by the way) was countless !

Of course, if you’d pay just a little bit attention, you’d realize very quickly that they are different men. Bruce’s hair were better kept, less disheveled. He didn’t wear glasses, and he was...half an inch smaller. Other than that, dark hair, blue eyes, well build, they really looked like twins at times.

But if you don’t know them and they’re next to each others, it’s genuinely difficult to know who’s who. Or at least, if you thought they were brothers, no one would think you were being stupid.

Yup, back in the days those similarities plunged you in a few awkward situations. Oh man. So awkward.

At the top of your head, you can think of that time, at the Kent farm (you and Bruce would often be invited over there...It was a nice change of pace from Gotham and though you had to drag your then boyfriend often, it always ended up being utterly relaxing and nice), you went to who you thought was Bruce, but in fact was Clark, and wrapped your arms around his torso lovingly...just for him to turn around, as red as a tomato, and being all like “I think you got the wrong person (Y/N)”.

Of course, you withdrew very quickly, and both of you swore to never talk about this to Bruce, or he would never let it go...He was already so jealous of Clark and the fact that you and him used to be a thing.

Nowadays, you knew how to differentiate them even if their back was in front of you...They looked the same like that, except for a tiny difference...Clark was half an inch taller. Oh and his hair were less tended to in the back.

Another awkward moment that came to your head was that time, when Bruce introduced you to Clark and Lois (or rather, to Lois as you already knew Clark from before), and you and Lois got incredibly drunk and kinda went to kiss the wrong man...

You both went to the bathroom and came back to your very sober boyfriends and...You went to Clark, and Lois went to Bruce, and kissed them passionately.

Bruce pushed Lois away in a matter of seconds, while Clark, too stunned to react, took a little bit longer...In fact, your lover had to take you away from his wide eyed stupid face for you to stop kissing him.

And oh, you were so near from a diplomatic incident when both you and Lois said Bruce kissed better, even though Bruce didn’t even reciprocate his kiss to Lois (though, just like you and Clark, Bruce and Lois used to have a small fling, long ago, so maybe she was talking about those occurrences...).

To this day, Clark is still a little vexed about the all ordeal. No matter how much Lois tells hims she was drunk and didn’t know any better...

Yes.

The fact that your husband and his best friend look like brothers confused you a few times.

Whenever you didn’t have a good look at them for example, not noticing the difference in clothes etc etc...If the place was a bit dark, if you weren’t in your normal state (aka drunk...or sad, or overly happy), if they had their back to you, if they looked away and you couldn’t see their faces etc etc...At the beginning of your relationship with Bruce, when you couldn’t quite yet do a difference immediately just by looking a fraction of a second at them, and if they weren’t directly facing you etc etc...you used to mix the two quite a lot.

So when your son, Thomas, started to get a bit confused about who exactly his dada was...You really couldn’t blame him.

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It all started when he was about six months old, and was starting to recognize people for how they looked, and not just with their voice (when he was a tiny infant and couldn’t properly see yet, he used to smile by just hearing yours or Bruce’s voice, it was so cute).

For some reason, the baby always smiled to Clark, even though his smiles would usually be reserved for his family members.

Like, Damian thought instantly that it was suspicious, and bothered Superman so much to know what he was doing to his little brother, what was his trick to make him smile !?

Of course, Clark just said that Thomas probably just liked his face, recognized him as a friendly figure, that is all...Damian wasn’t buying it at all, and whenever the superhero was around his precious baby brother, he wouldn’t leave him out of his sight. Just in case.

And you understood because even you thought it was a little odd.

So far, whenever Thomas saw someone he didn’t know, he just kind of looked at them curiously, as if he was studying them, and his lips never twitched up a tiny bit. Not even when Jon tried to make silly faces at him, or when Lois sung him a lullaby. Not when Diana rocked him in her arms, or when Oliver tried to tickle him (Green Arrow took it very personally that the baby didn’t even flinch from his merciless tickling...but then he remembered he was the Batman’s son and everything was good again).

Nope.

He was only giving smiles to his dad, his mom, the one he would called “grandpa” (Alfred of course), and his brothers and sister.

They didn’t even need to do anything, as soon as he recognized them, Thomas would just smile widely.

Dick was peering his face above his crib ? He would smile and more often than not burst into cute laughter. And if his oldest brother would pick him up and do acrobatics with him (loving how his father would freak out), he wouldn’t be able to stop laughing !

Tim would come into his bedroom, late at night or very early in the morning, after patrol, when he couldn’t sleep and clearly his baby brother couldn’t either as he cried, and even though he was hungry or had a dirty diaper, Thomas would smile at his sibling while Tim would take care of him.

Jason would put some music on (often classic rock...Thomas was VERY fond of Led Zeppelin and Queen apparently) and would slowly rock with him in his arms, and the baby would just keep smiling and cooing at his older brother happily.

Damian would come to talk to him about anything (he read somewhere that treating a child “like an adult” or something, would help him develop better), and Thomas, though of course he wouldn’t understand much of what was going on, would just smile whenever his brother looked at him while talking, and would hold onto his pinky (his all hand wrapping around it because he was really tiny) thoughtfully (making Damian think his brother was a genius and could understand him ! Though most likely, there was something on his face that fascinated the baby).

Thomas would just hear his father’s voice, and would instantly be happier, laughing and smiling...one of his favorite place was in dada’s arms, because he always felt safe and warm, and dada’s voice was so soothing, and his smiles were the best.

And mama ? Oh, you just had to look in his general direction for him to excitedly move his arms and feet around and smile at you in a very charming way (surely his father’s son), begging for you to pick him up and cuddle.

One of his favorite thing to do was to go around the mansion with Alfred, while the butler would clean the place, sometimes turning to his young master, who was calmly laying in a portable crib, telling him that he hoped later he would “clean after himself more than the rest of the family”, and wishing very hard that the smile that the baby was giving him meant that yes, he will.

And oh Cass ? His only sister was crazy about him, and it was reciprocal. If Thomas was crying for seemingly no reasons, out of frustration or anything like that, only Cassandra could cheer him up in a matter of seconds, by making silly faces at him. His laughter would always be so loud...

So it genuinely came as a surprise to all of you that Thomas would smile like that to Clark, even though he wasn’t that often around and such.

That day, when your baby son started to smile widely at one of your best friend, your suspicions about why started to arise. Of course, you didn’t have enough proof yet, except maybe the fact that before he could see properly Thomas never smiled to Clark, but...You were pretty sure of your gut’s feeling.

You didn’t tell Bruce though, because there was no need to “hurt” his feelings, or to make him jealous (in that way at least)...But you knew there would be a day where he’ll realize too that, the reason why his son smiles so much at his “Uncle Clark”, is because he thinks it’s his dad (which is also why whenever Clark starts to speak, the boy look a bit confused and scared, not recognizing his dada’s voice).

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The day Bruce understood what was going on was when Thomas was about nine/ten months old.

Clark came to pick Jon up after the boy slept over the Manor, having a “pyjama party” with Damian and a few other friends.

And the man just couldn’t resist to go see his little “nephew”. That baby was just so damn cute, and so happy all the time, it was hard to think it was really Bruce’s kid...Well, come to think of it, he took after your smile so ya know.

Thomas was happily crawling around on the floor, a pacifier in his mouth, sometimes stopping to look at something that intrigued him (like that part of the ground that was soft and not the same color of the rest of the ground...later on, he learned that it was called a “carpet”, and man he loved carpets ! So comfy and funny !), when suddenly, he felt someone picking him up.

The baby thought about protesting for a few seconds, as he was having so much fun exploring the living room ! But then his eyes met his father’s and Thomas instantly forgot about his fun being cut short to smile widely at his dada ! So wide in fact, that his beloved pacifier fell on the floor.

But he didn’t care, because dada was there ! No need for a soothing pacifier when you can get the real deal of your father’s safe and warm arms, and great voice !

-I think he really likes you Clark, you’re the only one aside from Bruce and I, his siblings and Alfred, that he smiles like that to.

Thomas giggles as he looks towards where his mom’s voice come from, and coo at her happily. She smiles back at him, and as usual, the baby boy just feel a swarm of calmness and happiness.

That was cut short by an awful discovery. Something that shook his entire world ! What was that sorcery ?!

From the living room’s door, his father came in.

He knew it was dada because of the kiss he laid on his mommy’s forehead.

But how could he be in his arms, if he was over there ! There was only one explanation possible...Thomas turned to face the man that was holding him, and confusion swarmed him. It was the same guy, right ? It was...dada ?

But dada was over there !

There’s a few seconds of silence where Thomas is looking between Clark and his dad, beyond confused, getting more and more frustrated because he couldn’t understand what was going on...And then.

Then he realizes he’s not in daddy’s arms.

Daddy is the one kissing mommy.

And so his mouth slowly, oh so slowly, turns into a frown...And he starts crying like crazy. Scared.

Bruce rushes towards his son and takes him from his friend’s arms, glaring at him as if he was the cause of his precious baby’s distress (and in a way, he was).

Thomas instantly stops crying as he hears his dada’s voice. The real voice, the soothing and warm one. He grabs Bruce’s cheeks and...yes, that’s definitely dada. He smiles widely again, even laughing, out of relief.

You just witnessed all that and an idea you had walking in your head for a while now comes out of your mouth before you can think :

-I think he got confused and thought Clark was you, my heart. I mean, this would explain a lot.

Superman, who felt so bad because he doesn’t even know what he did to make the baby cry, says :

-Oh you think ? Haha, that’s so cute.

That would indeed explain a lot. Why the kid was always comfortable around him, but seemed to flinch a bit whenever he spoke, and such things.

Bruce, holding his son tightly against his heart, stared daggers at Clark and said, trying to brush those allegations off as if nothing, but talking too fast so that you and Clark know he’s jealous :

-Nonsense ! He knows who his father is !

You give your husband a mischievous smile he doesn’t like and say :

-Let’s do a test. Tommy, is this dada ?

Thomas turns to the direction you show and...He sees Clark.

Just like before, there’s a few floating seconds where he just stares at both men and...

In an instant, the little frown is back on his face, and he’s about to cry again, thinking he got somehow tricked once more and still isn’t in his dada’s arms, but Bruce’s voice resonates in the room.

-Hey hey hey, everything is alright little one, Dada is here.

Thomas turns to his father’s face, it still looks eerily similar to the other one over there but...maybe if he stops looking he’ll disappear ? Besides, this one has dada’s voice.

It is dada. He’s sure of it, as Bruce speaks soothings words into his ear and softly stroke his back, kissing his forehead softly.

Only dada did that.

Thomas knows now he’s in the “right” dad’s arms and calms down, to the point that he falls asleep, his head resting on his father’s shoulder.

Bruce gives a look to Clark that clearly means “MY son”, but doesn’t dare to speak in fear of waking up his boy.

Both you and Superman are utterly amused at his reaction, as it’s clear he freaked out that his own child was not recognizing him...It was quite cute really. You exchange a look with Clark that shows all the friendship shared between the two of you, and shake your head slowly.

Ah what a silly man you fell in love with.

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By the time Thomas knows how to walk, you are sure that whenever Clark is around, he’s very confused as to who his father actually is. Every time, Bruce just starts to speak hurriedly and the boy realizes he’s the real dada, but still...it’s odd for him.

It always makes you chuckle, same for your sons. But if there’s one that is not amused at all, it’s Bruce.

He hates it, in fact. Thanks God Clark doesn’t come every day to the mansion.

Today however, Bruce doesn’t think about that at all, as he’s spending some quality times with you and his youngest son. Lately, he has been very busy with some cases and barely saw you two...so he took a day off to enjoy your company. And oh it was well deserved.

You were all chilling in one of the living room, when you decided to play hide and seek. You were helping Thomas find his father back.

-Where’s dada Tommy ? Where'd he go ?

Thomas, now almost two years old, looks at you with sparkles of intelligence in his eyes. Proudly he exclaims :

-Dada ? ‘E sky ! Sky !

You can feel the smile crouching on your face as you realize what is about to happen, and even more when you hear, from behind the couch, your husband saying : “In...in the sky ?”.

Bruce, crouching in a very un-Batman way behind the piece of furniture, also knows what’s going to happen, and he doesn’t like it one bit. You ask :

-What is dada doing in the sky ?

Thomas, sure of himself, answers :

-Is ‘Uper’man !

You instantly start laughing way too loudly, as Bruce jumps out from behind the couch in one swift motion, and says, outraged :

-Dada is NOT Superman !!

This startles Thomas a bit because, where the Hell did Dada came from ?!

But then he quickly smiles, as always when he sees his dad, and reaches his arms to him to get picked up. Bruce does so and then says :

-Dada can’t go in the sky.

Thomas is confused. He thinks for a few seconds and then thoughtfully asks :

-Dada ‘owers b’oken ?

Bruce vehemently talks back :

-No ! Dada doesn’t have powers !

Thomas is more confused than ever, while you’re still laughing and Bruce is vexed.

Since when did Dada not have powers ? The boy is pretty sure he saw him on TV, flying ! And he also saw him with a different costume in Gotham, jumping from building to building, flying too with wings this time !

But the little one quickly forgets his troubles as he realizes his father is pouting, and seems unhappy. Thomas hates when his dada isn’t feeling well, and so he reaches for his cheeks, stroking it and smiling widely (it usually works to cheer dada up !).

Bruce can’t resist and smiles back, of course. But it quickly turns back to a frown as you say to your son :

-I understand your confusion baby, mama too had troubles differentiating them at first ! But let me tell you something, they don’t kiss the same.

Bruce narrows his eyes at you, knowing exactly what you’re trying to do and yet still falling right into your trap, and says :

-What was that ?!

You smile innocently at him and say, falsely surprised :

-What ? I didn’t say anything.

Bruce gives you a look full of fiery passion that sends heat low in your body as he says :

-Ooooh my love, when Thomas will go to bed, I’ll show you how better of a kisser I am. And I won’t kiss just your mouth.

You blush slightly, even if you’re used to him telling you things like that. You’re almost waiting for your boy to say “eww”, but he’s too young yet to know what it means, and none of your other children are currently around.

You laugh to hide your want, and kisses him fondly...

-Bah baaah, ewww !

A little voice exclaims, in between your bodies.

Thomas. He’s not old enough to know about everything, to understands the words, but his siblings’ reaction to his parents kissing taught him that it wasn’t something nice and so he protests.

You laugh some more and Bruce looks down to his son fondly. Damn he loved you and him so much.

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Thomas is four years old and it’s his birthday party.

The entire league is invited of course, and they all bring great presents (you take away the bow and arrow Oliver gave him though...at four years old, Thomas was already showing great abilities with those things and you didn’t want him to hurt himself or his brothers and sister).

Your youngest son, as all of your other children really, is well beloved by your friends. Because he smiles so much, because he knows what he wants and doesn’t let people walk on his feet even though he’s still young (Barry still remembers when he teased him and took his action figure away, and how tiny Thomas tackled him, or tried to, and then proceeded to climb on him to get it back...).

He was a good mix of you and Bruce. Physically, he really looked like his father at his age, except for the eyes, that were yours. Mentally ? He was a bit of both of you. A perfect mix. The best of both sides. Though he unfortunately inherited your stubbornness...It meant that he was double stubborn. Oh boy.

But for now, he was just happily prancing around, playing with his siblings and his siblings’ friends (he was home schooled for now as his first day in kindergarten was awful...papparazis wouldn’t leave him alone, and one of the teacher even planned a “candid” photoshoot, letting them in the classroom...Thomas was quite a shy boy in environment he didn’t know, just like you, and he panicked and cried...When you saw the articles in the journal the next day, talking about how much of a brat he was with pictures of him terrified and crying because they were too many people around him, both you and Bruce decided to wait for him to be older to go back to school...therefor, his only friends were his siblings and his siblings’ friends, which was enough for him really, he loved them !).

At some point during the day though, the boy ran to Clark.

You saw him in the corner of your eyes. Bruce was in the kitchen, helping Alfred setting candles up and such, and you knew what was going to happen...

Once again, and for the hundredth time, your son was mixing up his father and “uncle”.

A little ritual of his and your husband, was for Thomas to run and jump on his dad’s back. Bruce would then proceed to run around the house, being the perfect “horse”, and your son would laugh his ass off. So much that sometimes, he’d choke on his laugh (which usually meant the end of the game)

And you saw, as your son was gathering some speed to be able to jump on his “father”. Only, it wasn’t his daddy. And when he jumped on him, Clark just jump in the air a bit and was surprised.

Until he realized it was Thomas and just picked him up properly, not understanding why the boy was pouting.

-Daddy, you’re suppose to be a horse.

Lois was next to Clark and turned to you, nodding, telling you that yes...Yes you were right, once again, your son got confused. She was holding her laugh.

Bruce chose that moment to come back, and when he saw his son in his best friend’s arms, he understood too. He trotted towards them and called for his boy :

-Thomas, come, it’s almost time for your cake.

Thomas jumped a little bit, startled. Why was his father’s voice coming from behind ?! But he wasn’t a small baby anymore, and he understood instantly what was happening.

This wasn’t daddy, he realized that now, as he spotted the classes and the messy hair. It was uncle Clark ! And so the boy made a face that made you burst into laughter (like a mix of “oops” and “gotta go”, sprinkled with a bit of “this is embarrassing”), and wiggled his way out of his uncle’s arms (his dad taught him how to escape someone holding him against his will, and Clark was super surprised when one second the kid was in his arms, the other he was running towards his father...he didn’t even feel him slip away !).

Thomas jumped in his daddy’s arms and gave him an apologetic look, knowing now how it kinda hurt him that he mixed him up with Clark...but they looked so much alike ! When he got excited, he couldn’t do a difference !

-Daddy isn’t Superman. You’re better than Superman. And you kiss better. Mommy said that.

Bruce narrows his eyes at you as you choke because of how much you laugh, but you can’t help it. It’s just so cute. And so funny. And oh that kid was such a parrot ! He continued, because he wanted to make sure his daddy knew that he loved him more than he loved uncle Clark :

-You’re also better at making lo...

-CAKE ! IT’S TIME FOR CAKE !

You yell, as you guessed what he was about to say. You swore to yourself to be more careful about what you say when your little one is around. He is truly a parrot ! Like a lot of four years old really...

Bruce gives you an amused smile, utterly satisfied with your tinted cheeks. Karma. You hit his shoulder lightly as your son’s attention is drawn to the cake that Alfred and Damian are bringing in, and your husband smiles fondly at you, giving you a quick peck.

Everyone comes closer to celebrate your boy’s fourth birthday.

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By the time Thomas reaches the age of eight, he finally almost never does a mistake anymore. Sometimes it happens.

Either by genuine mistake, or just to piss his father off.

Like that time, when he was almost twenty, and for some reasons his dad exchanged his costume with Clark...Thomas could clearly recognize his father nowadays, and yet, insisted on calling Superman “dad” all day, no matter how much both men corrected him.

It made everyone laugh. Everyone, but Bruce.

But it was a rare occasion nowadays.

It took him a few years to not be confused anymore, but it finally happened.

And oh the memories of baby him crying because he was frustrated because he just couldn’t recognize who his dada was, or of toddler him being so sure that Superman was his daddy, or even of young child him, always jumping on Clark thinking it was his dad, or calling out for him from afar only to realize it’s not Bruce...It always made you all laugh.

Even Bruce, too be honest.

He had to admit, he does look like Clark.

And oh the souvenir of his baby’s face whenever he was utterly confused, the look of question in his eyes, and that cute little slowly building frown...it just made him feel warm and fuzzy.

Damn he loved that boy. And he loved you too much for really taking to heart your teasing...besides, you never teased him to the point of actually hurting his feelings.

In fact, it was you, who reassured him when he was freaking out about his son not even recognizing him. It was you rationalizing things and telling him that to his toddler’s eyes, you just looked the same. But hey, whenever he started to speak, didn’t Thomas instantly recognize who his father was, and always jumped to him ?

Oh you. What would Bruce do, without you in his life ?

The End.

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This was supposed to be a mini-fic, but I got carried away, as usual. I feel like it’s boring...did you find it boring ? Or like messy ? I don’t know. I wrote this very fast in a spur of inspiration so...Eh. Anyway.

As usual, feedbacks are more than welcomed. See you soon with another story. Blah blah blah. Blah. The End.

Just in case some of you don’t feel like they look a lot like each others (though I agree they have differences...Like their hair is different, and Clark is like, half of an inch taller..AHEM) : as kids, they looked like they could be brothers, for real. Same facial structures and such, again, the only difference is their clothes and their hair :

Even people in their World confuse them. Here’s Clark, who “impersonates” Bruce (plus a sweet facepalm from Clarkie) :

And here’s just a good ol’ Clark Kent ya know...Oh wait no, it’s Bruce, wearing glasses because why not :

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ellana-ravenwood · 7 years ago

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The many times Alfred Pennyworth walked in on his master and his wife making love, and that one time his young masters wished they were blind - Bruce Wayne x Reader (Erotica)

...I don’t know what ups with me and long ass title lately. Inspired by an anon’ asking me how many times Alfred accidentally walked in on Bruce and Batmom making love...Yeah, just another silly thing really, I seem to write a lot about Bruce and Batmom’s “love problem” haha (breaking furnitures, being walked on in, blahblahblah). Anyway, hope you’ll like it :

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It’s funny, how sometimes, when someone is drunk, they ask very personal questions to people, that they would never ask when sober.

As if their hazy mind thinks it’s perfectly acceptable, not inappropriate, to talk freely and honestly about everything. As if drunk them forgets all social boundaries and just jump right into it.

Well...it’s not like that for everyone of course. Like you.

You’ve always been able to hold your liquor. You don’t do too silly things, you don’t get into people’s faces, you don’t hurt yourself by accident (well, that’s not really true, you’re clumsy by nature), you don’t act too drunk out of your mind...you’re pretty responsible really.

Once you start to feel happily tipsy, you stop drinking. And you have a great night, without the awful hangover the next day, that you surely would have had if you abused alcohol ! It has never really been your thing anyway, to drink yourself stupid.

Not that it never happened, oh no, you recall a few times when you were younger when you spend the rest of your night out throwing up in your toilets...but it really wasn’t your thing. And nowadays ? It would just never happen.

Your friend Dinah though ? Oh she was that kind of drunk person who would suddenly ask you random personal questions. She was quite like you, in a way that she would very rarely drink...Only when you’d stop after a few beers, feeling the fogginess of being drunk come over you, she wouldn’t.

And tonight, for “girls night out”, she definitely took too many shots. Too quickly as well. Alcohol suddenly hit her like a tsunami and in a matter of seconds she blabbers about things and can’t stand straight.

You, Diana, Zatanna and Shayerah roll your eyes, bracing yourselves for the very personal question that is about to come, as you can see Dinah thinking a bit, her head on her hand, elbows on the bar.

You gesture to the bartender to not give her more alcohol, and you know she’s past her drinking point when she doesn’t resist much...Only, you also know that she’s about to target your or one of your friends for her usual personal questions.

The last few girls night out you had (you try to get together at least every two months, away from work and your regular...Superheroins activities), she asked Diana if she ever banged Superman, and Zatanna if she ever used her magic wands for...other things than magic. Hell, last time you all got out she got so drunk she asked herself how Oliver was in bed (apparently, pretty good aim) !

And as you could see she was thinking, you tried to avoid her gaze...because it was a sure way for her to target you. Only tonight, you could feel her stare at you, burning holes into you, and it was against your own advice that you turned your head towards her, not even realizing you were doing it.

Too late. Her eyes locked on yours. And as you hear the rest of your friends sighing, you know you’re in for a trip...

-Say, (Y/N)...

She starts, looking at you intently. Once she’s sure she has your (unwilling) attention, she continues :

-You guys at Wayne Manor...You have a butler right ? Alfred ? I think I met him a few times...

Oh ? Oh. That’s not too bad is it ? It’s not one of her overly embarrassing personal questions for once ! You nod and smile before saying, with a voice that isn’t totally yours because you’re also rather drunk :

-Yes. Yes we do. Alfred indeed, and you definitely met him a few times, while coming over for dinner or to see us.

-And he’s always around ?

-Almost always yes. We do give him times off, and he’s really more like family than our “butler”...But yeah, he doesn’t really like to be away from us. He says without him, the Manor will fall in ruin...he’s not too wrong really...The kids would burn the place down...I have no idea why I’m saying all this, I think I’m a little bit drunk. Yes. Alfie is always around ! He’s great.

Yes. You’re definitely a bit drunk...Dinah smiles at you, and you smile back. Ah ! You’re safe aren’t you ? She’s not going to...but...oh you jinxed yourself didn’t you ? Yes. Yes, given the way she smiles more and more by the second, and clearly holds herself from giggling, she’s definitely about to ask you one of her trademark drunk questions.

-So, if he’s always around...how many times has Alfred accidentally walked in on you and Bruce making love ?

You freeze, and glare at Diana after she says “ooops, there it is”. The amazon holds your glare and...oh you’re too drunk to be able to give her a proper one. You’re also too drunk to ignore Dinah’s questions, and she knows it (really, that’s why she always ask all of that while it’s girls night out. You guys might not be drunk enough to ask embarrassingly personal question, but you can never stop from answering them, too drunk to think better !).

You’re a pretty responsible woman, even when drunk. But...It would be very rude not to answer your friend, and you hate rude people. And so you start telling the story...The story of the many times Alfred walked in on you and Bruce having sex, and that one time your children wished they were blind.

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So far, the most embarrassing moment in your life was that time you created your own charity and, in front of all the rich people in Gotham, you, a poor girl from the Narrows, tripped and fell face first on Bruce Wayne’s crotch...

oh God it was awful how everyone stared at you with wide eyes, mouth opened, and how you felt like Bruce’s date was going to kill you...But then he helped you back on your feet and your eyes finally met his, the star of the night, the man who helped you reach the goal of your charity times a thousand.

He smiled at you that night, and the very next day, he was calling you to ask you out on a date...You that never believed in love at first sight, it was pretty funny that the love of your life ended up being exactly that...And though you met your Broosh that night, the way the room went silent while your nose was in billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne’s crotch (for way too long as well, you kinda froze and was too scared to move..) was pretty mortifying. Still very embarrassing...

Yes. You’d qualify that event as the most embarrassing moment in your life.

Until now. Right now. Today. Yup. This definitely topped them all.

The worst thing was that you falling on Bruce wasn’t even that long ago, barely eight months ! And here you were, in yet another absolutely embarrassing.

You and Bruce had been dating seriously and exclusively for almost six months by now, and because you weren’t an idiot, you had discovered pretty rapidly that he was the Batman...But so far, because of his nightly activities, he would always come join you in your apartment, which was just way more convenient for you than going all the way up Wayne Manor !

But tonight...Tonight was different. Bruce picked you up after his night patrol, every early in the morning, in the fucking bat mobile, and brought you to his cave...Because he wanted to share that with you.

Because he wanted to show you how much you started to really mean to him. And showing you his lair, his “Batcave” ? It was the perfect way of doing just that.

One thing lead to another and you ended up in his bedroom, making wild love to each others.

Come to think of it, maybe he should have told Alfred that this night, he didn’t came home alone, it would have avoided this...This all thing.

The most embarrassing moment in your life (at least, at that time...since then, you had plenty of other very awkward moments).

Here’s how it happened : It was well in the afternoon and Bruce and you were still going at it because...well, he had a very calm night and the stamina of a goddamn horse.

You were on all four, your back arched and your face in his silk sheets because of how good everything felt, as he was thrusting in and out of you with expert movement and rolls of his hips.

That’s when the door opened.

It was on the bed’s right side and oh you knew you should have had locked it ! But when Bruce kicked it in, devouring your mouth, you didn’t really think much of it...And here you were, with one of Bruce’s hand holding your waist firmly while the other one was tangled in your hair, keeping your cheek in the pillows, your ass in the air, your face squished against the mattress because of Bruce’s hand (and motion), his dick half inside of you, looking up to an absolutely mortified Alfred.

He was holding a tray of food, and clearly wasn’t expecting to witness...that.

There was a few seconds of things kinda floating all around you. Absolute silence. The three of you frozen in your positions (you ass up, Bruce leaning on you and holding you firmly, mid-thrust, and Alfred, his tray in his hands, shaking slightly as you could see the tea almost falling out of the cup).

And then, after these fleeting moments of all your brains trying to process what just happened, came the realization.

Bruce threw you under the blankets to hide your naked body (but somehow also kept you close to him...like you could still feel his erection on your thighs) and hid himself as well, while Alfred tried to back out of the room, bumping the tray of food and beverages on the side of the door...everything fell.

-I’m so sorry Master Bruce I thought you were alone, I’m so sorry Lady (Y/N), I’m so so so so sorry oh...

-It’s ok Alfred, I’m sorry, I should have told you oh my god, sorry I, sorry, no leave the food on the floor it’s fine we’ll clean it later sorry...

It was just a lot of “sorry”, of “I apologies”, of images printed forever in your minds, of awkwardness and embarrassment.

You couldn't utter a word, blushing more than ever, hiding under the covers, while Bruce was apologizing profusely, and Alfred was apologizing profusely and OH MY GOD IT WAS SO AWKWARD.

Most embarrassing moment of your life for sure.

-Are you ok ?

Bruce asked you, once Alfred finally managed to go out of the room (funny how he lost all of his British class and perfectness in a matter of seconds..) and things were “calm” again.

-Please kill me.

You answered, hiding under the covers. Your mouth was so muffled that he couldn’t hear you and, with a sweet smile on his face (you were very cute, hiding like that), he pulled the covers off of your face and said :

-I’m sorry what ?

-I said : please, kill me.

Bruce chuckles, and it’s the sweetest sound you ever heard. It’s a genuine laugh as well, not one of the fake one he always gives when in public. He lays down next to you and pulls you against him, kissing the crown of your head he says :

-Oh I couldn’t. The thought of it makes my heart ache...

-Uh ?

You’re a bit confused for a second, until his next words completely stun you, and almost make you forget the debacle from a second ago :

-You see, I couldn’t kill you, no matter what. And just the thought of loosing you...I...I love you (Y/N).

So sure, it was a bit of a weird moment to decide to tell you for the first time that he loved you but...Well, it was also the perfect moment. You smiled and snuggled closer to him.

-I love you too Bruce.

There was a few minutes of pure bliss, of comfortable silence, until, a mischievous smile on your face, you say, running a finger along his still erect penis :

-So...should I take care of that or ?

Needless to say, the next morning, you, Alfred and Bruce acted as if the event of the night before NEVER happened.

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The second time it happened, was a few months later.

Alfred made sure that he would never again walk in in his master’s bedroom without knocking first, and listening (you guys were quite loud, so loud even, that Wayne Manor’s thick walls couldn’t always hold your moans).

But...What could have prepared him to that ?

Bruce. The man he saw grow up, and took care of. The man he raised as his own son...In his Batman’s costume. So far so good. Only...What was he doing against the Batmobile ? Why was he...Oh dear God !

It took only Alfred one more step on the Batcave’s stairs to realize that his beloved master was fucking you on the Batmobile’s hood, still wearing his Bat costume !

You were completely naked under him, as he was thrusting rather fast in and out of you, the sound of suction his mouth made on your nipples making Alfred shiver in disgust. Thanks God Bruce’s cape was hiding almost everything !

You spotted the butler first, and the way your eyes widened alerted Bruce. At first, he thought he had hurt you, after all, he was going rather hard on you and he was wearing his gear and...He followed your look and...OH DEAR GOD !

His first reflex was to wrap you in his cape, and hide behind the car.

From there, you could hear Alfred’s faint voice saying :

-I’ll...I’ll come back later, Master Bruce. Do have a lovely evening please. Hum...You...You too Lady (Y/N).

Awkwaaaaaaaard.

Sitting on the cold stone floor, behind the car, you were as mortified as last time...only you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling lightly, at how Alfred, this time, stayed calmed and collected. Impressive really...

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The third time it happened, it was in the veranda.

Alfred was sure Bruce was out on patrol, after all, it was that time of the day (or rather, night). And since more often than not lately, you’d take the butler’s place in front of the bat computer, to give him some rest, he thought you were down there...monitoring the computer !

And yet here he found the both of you. Bruce was laying on his back, on the wooden floor, facing the sky, and you were moving above him. Oh the sweet feeling of him filling you so perfectly.

You guys were made for each others, and there wasn’t a time where you knew this for sure as when he was stretching you to the fullest like so. A millimeters more and he’d never fit fully inside you and you knew...Alfred.

Oh God.

The poor butler was taking one of his plants from his bedroom to his veranda and here you guys were, you riding the man he came to call “son”...

Alfred had a weird flashback of six years old Bruce riding a wooden horse with wheels around this very veranda...Oh how time had changed, how the “riding” was of a different kind...

Bruce sat up, still inside you, wrapping you in the robe you were wearing before you guys started, and before he could apologies or explain, Alfred just went to lay his plants by the window, and left.

Best reaction ever. Act as if it never happened...Still awkward though.

It was the third damn time he had walked in on you guys, but this time, for some reason, it wasn’t that weird. It was still weird, of course, but...if you were both here, it meant that his Master Bruce had skipped patrol, for the first time in over ten years, just to be with you.

And this...This made Alfred Pennyworth incredibly happy.

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The sixth time it happened, it was in Wayne Manor’s kitchen.

Your legs were on Bruce’s shoulders and there was whip cream all over the both of you, covering your bodies, with markings of tongues and hands in it...

Alfred just opened the kitchen’s door, looked at the two of you, slightly exasperated, while you both froze right in the action, and he just kinda casually closed the door back.

Not a second later, he heard the two of you moaning again.

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The twelfth time it happened, Bruce had bend you over the washing machine and was buried deep inside you. He would have hide you and him, as usual, probably ducking behind the washing machine, but he had a finger sticked in your ass and kinda...got stuck, afraid to hurt you.

That time, Alfred closed the door as fast as he opened it, throwing all the dirty laundries he had in his arms, screaming that you guys could handle that on your own ! ...You realized almost an entire minute later what just happened, as when Alfred came in, you were on the verge of ecstasy and could barely register your own body.

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The Twenty eighth time it happened, you and Bruce were rather tired and he was taking you in the missionary position, wrapped in warm blankets. It was winter, early in the morning, and oh you loved lazy morning sex.

Alfred opened the door, and walked in, beyond exasperated.

-Hey Alfred.

You said.

-Hey, Lady (Y/N).

He answered. Bruce stopped moving and turned his head toward him, narrowing his eyes at the butler, before saying :

-What did Jason do that time ?

-I believe he got kicked out of yet another school, master Wayne.

Bruce growled and rolled his eyes to the ceiling, before saying :

-I’ll be there in ten - he looked at you quickly - thirty minutes.

-Very well master Bruce. Do enjoy yourselves please.

And just like that, he left, and you resumed what you were doing for thirty minutes.

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The ninety fives time Alfred walked in on you and Bruce making love, he had already lost count of how many times it had happened.

By then, it had become such a regular occurence that it just went the same way each time.

He would catch them in the third bathroom on the top floor, in the living room, in the drawing room, in the pool, ON the pool table, in the sauna, in the movie room, in the garden (he had to admit it was fun to activate the sprinklers on them), in the goddamn corridors ! Every where in the house really, and it would always end up the same way.

He would come into the room, there would be a short pause before all of your brains would process what happens, and then he would leave with a graceful :

-Ah. I’ll come back later. Enjoy yourselves.

With enough sass and sarcasm in his voice to signify how tired he was of this really...You’d pause a bit after his departure, laugh, and then...Well, I mean, why stop right ?

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Yes. Every time it would happen, it was the same, until one day...Alfred wasn’t alone.

It was a miracle, really, that this event occurred so late in your relationship, almost fifteen years after you adopted Dick.

Fifteen years of kids living under your roof and it never happened once (maybe Alfred was the reason, maybe that’s why he walked in on you so often, because he was “checking first” ?). So of course, the day it happened...Well, it was all in or nothing wasn’t it ?

In the very same fashion than the day Alfred, for the first time, found you and Bruce having sex, it happened.

It was in your bedroom. You were biting down on the silk sheets because the feeling of him slipping in and out of you was just too damn much, and oh it was even worst once he started playing with your clit.

He was so big (in every way) compared to you, that his hand could wrap around your waist, holding you firmly, while one of his finger would tease your clit as he made love to you.

You were on all four, and his free hand was wrapped in your hair, pulling a little bit, as he discovered you like. With each thrust, he would burry himself deep within you, moans were escaping both your lips, sweet words of nothing, of praise, of love and...Well, it was all an awful timing really.

As your damn kids, all of them, bursted into the room screaming : “HAPPY BIRTHDAY FATHER !”, you and Bruce were coming in perfect sync (which rarely happens ! Usually you’d come first, and then he’d follow...) and...

Blank.

A deathly and mortified blank.

You fell limp on your bed, not able to enjoy your recent orgasm as your gaze crossed your children’s. Horrified.

You were all properly horrified.

Bruce went down with you, as to not pull out of you and...traumatize them even further. It was impressive really, how he even thought about this, and how he always managed to wrap your naked forms so quickly in blankets !

There was a silence. An awful one, only disturbed by the shifting of your blankets. A pause that was lasting too damn long, as you all just stared at each others. And then...Chaos.

Screams.

Wishes to become blind.

“MY EEEEYES, MY EEEYYYYYEEEES” yelled at top of lungs, in a great impersonation of Phoebe in F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

Oh the drama.

You couldn’t blame them really, they just had witnessed their parents having sex. Hell, even worst, having an orgasm ! (cut short by them though).

Damian’s face was whiter than snow, which said a lot given his rather dark skin complexion. And for the first time in his life, he was speechless.

Tim threw up all the coffee he drunk that day. It was a damn mess.

Jason and Dick held onto each others for dear life, telling each other it’ll be ok, making gagging sounds and...Alfred.

Their savior.

The butler walked in, gave a quick glance to you and Bruce in bed, apparently naked, and to the children, and understood immediately. Oh. Dear. Lord.

He clicked his tongued, rolled his eyes, and took your sons away one by one, muttering incomprehensible things in his breath.

He glared at you two, and that was the end of the matter. Or...almost the end. For the next three days, neither you nor Bruce saw your boys, as they were avoiding you, trying to cleanse themselves of what they had just witnessed !

Oh...Oh the drama.

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-...And that’s how many times Alfred walked in on us, and that one and only time the kids actually walked in too. Like they hear us usually, and avoid the places we’re in like the plague. But I guess that morning they were too excited about wishing their father’s a happy birthday and...Are you listening to me Dinah ?

A deep chuckle next to you snaps you out of the sort of haze you were (damn alcohol, you didn’t even drink that much, you were a responsible woman !), and you turn your head on the side only to discover that...You’re in one of the Wayne car. The black lambo you like so much. And Bruce is next to you, not Dinah. Uh ?

-That was a nice story. I believe though, that Dinah passed out when you were talking about the seventieth one. Oliver came to get her, Diana called. Of course as usual, she was the only one that wasn’t drunk. Zatanna was doing some magic tricks...And Shayerah...Oh let’s not talk about that. Anyway, I came to fetch you as soon as Oliver called. He heard number seventy two to ninety four before I arrived and let me tell you (Y/N), my love, we won’t ever hear the end of it...But oh well. Those were rather fun stories...and fun times.

He turns away from the road for a quick second, just to take a loving glimpse at you, and is met with one of those candid smiles you have when drunk. Oh he loves them so much. Damn cute.

You put your hand on his thigh, and squeeze it.

-Yes. Fun times. I love you Bruce...

-I love you too (Y/N). Always.

-...I’ll love you even more if more fun times are ahead of us right now.

Bruce chuckles and, taking your hand in his says, winking at you :

-Let’s just not get caught this time, ok ?

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...Yeah. Voilà. I wrote this in eight minutes and seventeen seconds exactly. It’s stupid. Also, too much ? I feel I overdid it if that makes sense. Sorry...

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