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unmotivatedwrit3r · 3 years ago

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Birthdays at College

Jason Todd x reader

(A/N): This is dedicated to @citrinesparkles She is absolutely amazing and his inspired me so much with all of her writing. Citi, thank you for being a great friend and I hope you have a great birthday!

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You’re not exactly sure what you’re expecting from the knock at your door three minutes after you drag yourself out of bed. You’ve barely wiped the sleep from your eyes and grabbed your phone off the bedside table when you hear it, and you’re not thinking much of anything besides who on Earth is knocking on people’s doors this early and can they go away. In hindsight, you probably should have asked who was behind the door before you opened it —there are way too many creepy people in Gotham, even on college campuses —but it worked out fine enough for you because you know exactly who your morning visitor is.

“Jason?” you question, your hands going back up to rub your eyes again, the desire to go back to sleep still tugging at you. “What on Earth are you doing here?”

He smiles at you, and if you weren’t irritated about having to interact with people before you’d even brushed your teeth, you probably would have appreciated it more. Those smiles —the ones that say he’s in a good mood, head free from the clouds of thoughts that tell him he is unworthy of you, unworthy of happiness— those smiles are your favorite.

“Well, good morning to you too, sunshine!” You glare at him.

“Are you going to loiter outside my door all morning or did you need something?”

Undaunted, he takes his right hand out from behind his back. You didn’t even realize it was behind his back (but you’ll blame that on the fact that it’s barely 7:30 in the morning).

“I got you something.” He says, holding up a little paper bag and what you think is a cup of coffee. “I’ll heat up your muffin for you if you want to get ready.” You blink twice, a smile slowly making its way across your face.

“Yeah, okay, thank you,” you say, stepping back to let him into your apartment. He closes the door as he steps inside, placing a quick peck on your lips before he toes off his shoes.

When you get back into the tiny kitchen area, Jason is standing at your counter, a steaming cup of coffee next to a muffin with a candle in it resting in front of him.

“Happy birthday babe.”

The residual chill left over from changing out of your warm pjs into clean clothes in your empty room dissipates at his soft smile, your own making your way across your face. He’s looking at you with such an adoring expression, his eyes taking in the skinny jeans and large sweatshirt you’re wearing. It’s a low effort outfit, especially when paired with a hasty brush through your hair, but he’s looking at you like you hung the sun.

You walk over to him, threading your arms around his waist and resting your head on his chest. “Thank you.”

He chuckles, and you can feel the vibrations rumbling through his chest.

“You’re not surprised?”

You pull back, taking his hand in both of yours.

“Surprised that you showed up at my apartment before 8am? Yes. Surprised by you coming at all? No.” You smirk at him. “I always knew you were a romantic, Jason Todd.”

“You can't go saying things like that around out loud, Y/N, you’ll ruin my reputation.” You lean back into him.

“Well, someone has to. Now am I going to get to eat that muffin or is it going to get cold again?”

Jason pulls his hand out of yours, and reaches into his pocket for a lighter, then lights the candle. He picks it up with two hands, holding out in front of you in a way that makes you think you could be in the picture on a movie poster. “Make a wish.”

You look up at him and smile; his green eyes hold the flecks of blue you only ever see on really good days. You blow out the candle in the next breath.

It was rare Jason accompanied you to class; he usually sleeps later than 11am, especially after patrol, but that morning, your life is about as close to perfect as you think it ever has been. You split the muffin with him before grabbing your backpack and heading to class, and now, halfway through your walk, with one hand in his and the other holding your drink, backpack on your shoulders and fall breeze tugging at your hair, you’re having a pretty good morning.

“Not to sound like I’m making small talk, but the weather today is beautiful.” Jason laughs. He’s decked out in his own jeans, work boots, and a leather jacket over a long sleeved t-shirt. You know he has at least one knife on his person —you yourself have one in your backpack— but for now, the two of you look like two basic college students with no care in the world but getting to class on time.

“It is, you’re right.” It’s just about 50° outside, the perfect excuse to wear cozy sweaters and drink warm drinks and stay at home to rewatch your favorite movies in your pajamas.

“But, it does not stop you from having to go to class.”

The two of you come to a stop in front of your class building and you sigh. “It does not. I’ll see you later?” Jason takes your hand and pulls it up to his mouth, placing a light kiss on your knuckles, as if he was a prince in a fairytale.

“I’m picking you up after. We’ve got plans.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Oh do we?” He raises his right back.

“We do.”

You laugh, and he smiles at you. “Ok then, I’ll see you after class.” You tilt your head up, and Jason captures your lips in a kiss.

“Ok. I love you.” You lean up to give him a kiss on the cheek before heading into the building.

“I love you too.”

True enough to his word, Jason is standing right where you left him when you get out of class, but you know he stopped at the secondhand bookstore the two of you found months ago because he has a book in his hand, and he’s not very far into it. The bookstore is a couple blocks away from your apartment, in between there and campus, and Jason goes whenever he gets the chance.

You don’t even have to say anything before he’s looking up, tucking the book into his pocket and pulling you towards him.

“How was class?” You give him a quick squeeze before letting go of the hug and linking his hand with yours.

“Eh, it was kind of boring. But on the other hand, I am done for the day and for the weekend, so I am all yours.”

Jason twirls you right on the sidewalk, and you let out a little squeal at the unexpected gesture. “That’s good, because I’ve got plans.”

“Oh do you now? Do I get to know those plans?” you ask, swinging your entwined hand back and forth as you walk down the sidewalk.

“All you need to know is that they involve comfortable clothes, food, and presents.”

“I will accept that answer,” you say, “for now.”

“Well you’d better, because that’s all I’m telling you until we get back.”

It’s not a long trip back to your apartment, and when you open the door, you know Jason didn’t just stop at the bookstore when you were in class. The decorations aren’t crazy, but there are roughly ten or so balloons spread across the apartment, the TV is queued up with the Netflix waiting screen, there is a new fluffy blanket on the couch, a small stack of presents on the table (all wrapped in brown paper and tied with string), and the supplies for hot chocolate are sitting on the counter next to your tiny stove.

Your mouth drops open. “Jason…” you don’t even know what to say.

“How about you and I go get changed into something comfortable and then I go make hot chocolate and you pick a movie and then you can decide if you want to open your presents now or later.” His hands on your shoulders turn you lightly towards him. “I’m all yours today, okay?” you reach up to cup his face, your thumbs brushing his cheeks.

“Ok”

By the end of the day, warm and full from dinner and feeling oh so very loved, you’re wondering how on Earth you got so lucky (and what you could do for his birthday that would make him as happy as he made you).

#my writing #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #batboys x reader #jason todd headcanon #jason todd #emerson writes sometimes

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jvsons · 3 years ago

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Would u b able to do jason x autistic gender neutral reader, and they r celebrating the reader’s bday? its fine if u can’t do an autistic reader ❣️❣️❣️:)) thank you!!

RED MERINGUE

Jason Todd x autistic! reader

MASTERLIST

WORD COUNT • 1,210

WARNINGS • mentions of anxiety medication, mentions of food

CATEGORY • fluff

SUMMARY •

You looked up at him in a way he would never forget. The scrunch of your eyes were a silent thank you for the simplicity of what all he had done for you today. He wouldn’t trace the sight of you for the world, his gaze told you that and so much more.

AN • thank you for the request!! on a side note, i saw your other request that was similar to this one and was wondering if you still wanted me to do it? let me know!

Today was one of those days.

Over time, you’d grown to brush them off. Overreactions hadn’t come as easily the past few months, and you found yourself able to relax at such an extent it was practically unbelievable. Yet, the date of today and what it’s annual relevance meant had you starting it off downing your anxiety meds like you would die if you hadn’t.

Today was your birthday.

Today was a day just like all the others, waken to a bed with less strain and ruffled hair. You were harsh on getting into a set of clothes as usual, annoyed in the slightest at the struggle of squeezing toothpaste out of its case. Yet, all was normal, until your eyes traveled down, finding a beige note set neatly on the edge of your nightstand.

“Good morning, gorgeous. I’m sorry about being out so early, and I really hope you’ll forgive me. (I’ll be free later :)! ) Have a great day at work, I love you. -J”

Well, technically that was normal.

By the time you had shoved the note into the drawer, a grin had weaved itself amongst your reluctant features. Damn him and his adorable little smiley faces.

Several texts from your friends had popped up on your home screen, wishing you the best of birthdays. A small smile graced your mouth the best it could despite the slice of toast in your mouth, texting each sender back with an ecstatic message of thanks. You were out the door in span of five minutes, practically jumping into the car, cursing yourself just seconds later in forgetting to start it a few minutes before you left.

A few overplayed songs along with the drumming of your hands on the steering wheel and you were parked for the next few hours. Multiple blasts of heat dusted your topside as you entered the building of your occupation, at once earning waves from the people that knew you. A few greetings and more “thank you’s” later and you were officially to work, brushing off your co workers suggestions of taking the day less seriously since it was so special. They laughed at your stubbornness, you were never one to slack on the job.

The usual 9-5 had passed in what seemed like just an hour, and you were out the main doors to a setting sun before the thought really processed. Today had been so short, the worry of an eccentric birthday had lifted itself off your shoulders with grace. And now? A slight swell had taken place in your chest as you finally set off for home, singing quietly to the once more generic songs on the radio. A lasting smile was painted onto your features, and you would be dumb to even question why.

Going home to Jason Todd was easily your favorite thing in the world. So much that you almost slipped on your way to the main door, ensuring your keys jingled a few extra times than usual before taking them out.

“Home!”

Your call was extended, boots kicked off and placed neatly on the shoe mat. Your face scrunched as the kitchen grew near, the smell of something sweet overtaking the recent scent of outside. Rounding the corner, your eyes were met with a grinning Jason standing with a glass pan in hands clad with oven mitts.

“Happy birthday, gorgeous!”

It took everything in you not to burst into tears right there. Your hands immediately flew up to your mouth, the cool metal of your keys hitting every part of your face at the rate at which your hands shook. Jason set the pan down on one of his mitts before taking for you, enveloping your waist in one simple grab and spinning you around. You shut your eyes fiercely, letting out a small yelp at which he couldn’t help but laugh at.

Okay, now you were really about to cry.

A few more moments of spinning and Jason lowered you down, welcoming your hands to stay firmly wrapped around his neck. His smile was the sweetest sight you had seen all day, reveling in the way your hair had been tousled by the wind and the low flush of your cheeks. He loved every single thing about you, reminded by the delicate touch of your lips on his own. His eyes couldn’t help but shut at the rising warmth in his own face.

Jason eventually pulled away from you, stepping to the side and revealing you to the kitchen counter. One of his hands was set on your back as he led you forward, only stepping away when you grew as close as he wanted.

“One second, I need something.”

A lighter was fished out from one of the numerous cabinets in the kitchen, spun around his hands before being sparked to life and used to light the candles in the dish. Only after did he slide the glass plated dessert to you, taking in the gradual rise of excitement in your eyes as the sight.

A red cake, decorated in a rather messy fashion with the words “I LOVE YOU” written on it in a darker shade.

“I know red represents autism awareness, so I kinda just took that idea and ran with it.”

Yeah, you were definitely crying.

A slice of cake was slid over to you, following the arrival of Jason’s hand to wipe away your tears.

“I hope you like meringue.”

“It can’t be that bad.” You laughed, wiping the last course of tears from your face. Jason sent a shrug your way as you grabbed a fork, taking a small piece and trying it.

“Oh, wow.”

“I take that as a good thing.”

You nodded, sending him a wide smile as you chewed. He let out a sigh of relief before grabbing his own slice, sitting down next to you and welcoming calmness to the air once more.

“How was work?”

“Same as usual. Jerry tied a shit ton of balloons onto my desk.”

Jason snorted.

“Your boss? No way.”

“Way.”

Your conversation eventually simmered to a peaceful silence. Jason took your plate as you finished, discarding the forks to the sink with a small toss. His fingers drummed along the counter as he turned, facing you with a smile.

“So, what do you wanna do?”

You cocked your head to the side, turning to the living room, and back to him. He welcomed you to take his hand and flop the two of you onto the couch, breaking out into a fit of laughter when he seized your waist and flipped you over. You grabbed a blanket from the couch’s top and draped it over the entirety, accepting the remote from Jason right after.

“Can we order takeout?”

God, your smile was gorgeous. He could fall in love with it every single time like it was his first. Your question was answered by a nod, following the feathery sensation of Jason’s lips on your hair.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“Love you too, Jason.”

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 4 years ago

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Dating Todd and Neil would include~

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- There’s two meeting options for the boys that I see as being particularly plausible. 1) You’re dating one of them; most likely Neil, and they find out that the other likes you, or 2) you’re dating one of them and notice their obvious attraction to each other so you suggest that maybe they just want to be together and they both decide no<3.

- So, either way, you’ll be dating one of them and getting another one free of charge!

- Both of your boys love affection but Todd is definitely a bit uncomfortable with pda whereas Neil is almost always touching you; particularly when you’re in public since he likes keeping you close to him. So, to the untrained eye, Neil is going to be your boyfriend and Todd, just a close friend.

- Todd’s kisses tend to be softer than Neil’s. Neil is usually more enthusiastic and playful when he kisses you while Todd usually takes his time and gives you kisses that; oftentimes, make you want to smash your lips to his.

- Being moved from kiss to kiss during makeout sessions. Usually, Todd will be kissing you first and when the two of you part, Neil will be right there to tilt/move your face and kiss you himself.

- Neil’s arms are around both your shoulders; yours and Todd's, constantly. It looks platonic to people who don't know about the three of you but it isn’t.

- Todd usually holds your hands more than he wraps his arms around you. He’ll usually do it in private or when he can somewhat hide it but everyone knows that he’s a bit of a nervous wreck so they’re less likely to question the fact that you’re holding your “best friend”; and “your boyfriends best friend”s, hand in public.

- Todd blushes whenever one of you kisses him, particularly when you’re in front of the other as though they’re not used to seeing it happen. Neil tends to be the one that makes him the most flustered since he’ll just duck down and give him one when he’s all excited and won’t even notice the way the boy turns red and looks at him like he hung the moon.

- That being said, you’re a pretty girl kissing him so you’re bound to get some sort of flustered reaction; particularly when you kiss him for seemingly no reason at all.

- Neil definitely pulls you into a makeout session when Todd insists that he’s “too busy” to hang out because he “has to study” or something similar. He likes to mess with him and give him some incentive to “take a break”; especially since he knows his excuse is bullshit and that he’s just too shy. It was more common at the start of your relationship for obvious reasons.

- Both of these poor little fools are touch starved so please just show them love. Todd will literally act like a neglected puppy and lean into your hand with closed eyes whenever you touch his face and Neil will completely melt into your hugs 90% of the time.

- I mean, you’re sneaking into the room anyways, right? It’s only convenient to date the two of them.

- Squeezing to fit in their tiny dorm beds, or taking turns cuddling with each other every night.

- Neil is generally unbothered by the two of you hanging out without him but Todd doesn’t really like it unless your time is spent evenly between them. He doesn’t mind if you spend time with the boy alone; obviously you’re going to do that, but he does feel a bit neglected if you spend a lot more time with Neil.

- Going to the cave together. They might not tell you about the society but they’ll most likely bring you to the secret spot just to hang out.

- Sneaking out at night to go into town. I can picture it now, the three of you laughing, your breath foggy in the freezing night air and their cheeks and ears an adorable red from the cold.

- Diner dates.

- Going to book stores. It’s mainly for Todd but the atmosphere is nice so you and Neil don’t mind.

- All of you steal each others sweaters but Neil is the one who usually finds himself missing all of his.

- Todd raises his hands in surrender with a smile whenever Neil is teasing you and you look to him for help. He likes when you give him a cute little look or lightly shove him.

- Spending your holidays together.

- Making special birthdays for your boys because they certainly don’t get them from anyone or anywhere else. Neil and you try your best to make the day really special for Todd because you know what usually ends up happening.

- If you don’t go to Welton, they definitely sit together and craft up the perfect letter or peer edit their separate letters to you.

- Todd is definitely really embarrassed when showing Neil the poetry he’s written about you but Neil thinks it’s adorable, and you find the stuff he’s written about Neil adorable so you both always insist that he has to give it to the other person.

- Now Todd has someone to cling to in all stressful scenarios!

- Neil will go out and do his extrovert things and you’ll hang out with Todd. Don’t get him wrong, Todd loves your relationship and wouldn’t change it for the world but he definitely misses moments like those when you haven’t had them for a while.

- Don’t get me wrong, you love your boys, but Jesus Christ they need to get a room. They’re so in love that it makes you sick.

- Its the 60s so you certainly aren’t telling anyone about your relationship but the poets probably find out because they catch you and Todd kissing and immediately just assume you’re cheating on your boyfriend: Neil. So they tell “your real boyfriend” and Neil has to somewhat awkwardly explain. Charlie will probably ask to join in and Knox will smack his arm.

- Neil doesn’t get jealous very often but Todd does so you and Neil will comfort and assure him or deal with it for the boy when they notice he’s feeling bad and is too shy to go over and see things for himself.

- Whenever they get into an argument about something, Neil has a tendency to get you involved, like saying “Well fine. Come on y/n.”, expecting you to do whatever it is with him if Todd won’t, so you’ll be torn between the two. If you don’t choose him, Neil will get upset with you too and sort of spitefully say “Fine then, stay with him. What do I care?” with a poorly concealed betrayed smile/laugh.

- You try your best to smooth things over between them since they both sort of have a soft spot for you but Neil is pretty good at coming back in his own time. He’ll walk into the dorm as you’re sitting with Todd on the boys bed and pause before going over and leaning down to give you a kiss. Then, he’ll lean over you and give the other boy a kiss as well, basically saying no hard feelings.

- Neil says he loves you very easily while Todd is more reserved so while you enjoy hearing it from both, it’s definitely more of a treat when you hear Todd say it. They both love hearing you say it as well, though you’ll have to say it to both if you’re in the same room.

- The three of you just enjoy being kids and wandering around and doing as you please with each other without the fear of disappointing your parents.

#neil perry imagine #neil perry imagines #neil perry headcanon #neil perry headcanons #todd anderson imagine #todd anderson imagines #todd anderson headcanons #todd anderson headcanon #dead poets society imagine #dead poets society headcanon #dead poets society headcanons #dead poets society imagines

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meiparkers · 3 years ago

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◟♡ thrift.

in which neil and todd go clothes shopping together.

pairing: neil perry x todd anderson (modern!au)

warnings: none, just fluff and a lot of cute couple banter

a/n: it’s was storming really bad here when i wrote this so i threw this together bc i was trying to distract myself from it :,) i hope you guys enjoy this lil piece !! if you would like to request stuff please do <3 reblogs and feedback appreciated !!

“this sweater would look amazing on you, really brings out your eyes.”

“neil, you’ve said that about every sweater we’ve picked up.”

“but i mean it! can’t a man tell his lover his honest opinion?”

they’d been at this for /ages/ now. well, maybe ages was an overstatement.

it was a weekend at welton, in which teachers were less strict on outings and students were able to leave campus for the day, so long as the returned by curfew. despite the lengthy explanations given by staff, many of the students were already itching to leave.

during one of his many rehearsals, neil had stumbled upon a quaint little thrift shop, owned and operated by a sweet old lady who seemed to strike up a conversation every time he entered with his cast mates. the atmosphere was cozy — time and time again, neil found himself wandering in, gazing at the small racks of clothing. he learned that the shop consisted of clothes that were either handmade or donated, and to him, it made the shop all the more endearing. whether it was the kind company or the warm atmosphere, neil was hooked. they even had a quaint little nook for donated books and records.

though neither him or todd were too big on clothes shopping, neil was insistant on dragging his boyfriend to the shop. just for the fun of it. maybe they’d buy something — todd’s birthday had passed recently and he could do for something that wasn’t the shitty desk sets his parents always gifted him. neil was determined to find him the perfect sweater. not that todd was aware or anything. he was far too occupied by the various dusty records in the far left corner.

perusing the various racks of clothing, neil glanced at each and every sweater meticulously. pausing every so often to pick up a sweater he was certain todd would like. or love, even. each sweater he set his sights on was unique in some sort of way. whether it be the grey sweater with the one maroon patch right on the left chest side, or the itchy forest free one that matched his own. every single one had its own story to tell.

though, after what seemed like hours of searching, a piece of blue fabric had caught neil’s eye.

it was a simple navy jumper, much like the forest green one he owned. blue was always todd’s colour, neil remarked in his head, before tucking the cotton material over his forearm. it was perfect, and in his size too! it almost mirrored the sweater he had in their shared dorm, and he figured it would be a cute way to subtly match and coordinate.

checking to make sure todd was still distracted by whatever record he’d picked up, neil made his way to the cash register, where the owner — who he now knew by name — sat.

if only she was as sneaky as neil was attempting to be.

“oh, what a lovely sweater! i assume it’s for the boy over there? i couldn’t help but overhear your conversation earlier, it was quite adorable, really!” this statement alone seemed to grab todd’s attention, as he put the record he was looking at down before making his way towards the counter. neil sheepishly laughed before making his purchase without another word.

once the two had left, todd gave neil a slightly pointed look. he wasn’t mad, moreso amused if anything. “does this one bring out my eyes too?”

neil laughed, pressing a swift kiss to todd’s cheek. “they all do, my love.”

mei ?? posting ??? AHSHDHHDBF— anyways , finals are coming to an end , so i’ll finally have more time to post things and i’m very happy about it !! please expect more writing in the future LOL

#シ ; mei’s writing #anderperry #todd anderson #neil perry #todd anderson x neil perry #dead poets society #dead poets society fanfiction #dps

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chloe-skywalker · 4 years ago

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Breakfast in bed - Jason Todd

Jason x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 635

Requested: hi, can you write of jason todd is spending time with his daughter or son (her name will be whatever you want its going to be represented by D/N) and the reader begin secretly recording what she thinks is the cutest thing ever. Thank you for the reply! - @Anon

Authors Note: This is really cute, sweet request thank you for requesting it! Bat Fam stuff is under joker and harleys daughter masterlist

Masterlist

Joker & Harley’s Daughter Masterlist

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“Y/d/n, can you come here for a sec?” Jason called out from the living room softly enough to not wake his wife.

“Coming daddy!” Y/d/n called out in a happy tone. Running down the hallway from her bedroom. She jumped on her daddy’s lap, in a surprise attack. “What’s up daddy?”

Jason smiled and pretended to be surprised before answering her. “Princess, mommy’s birthday is today. An I was thinking that you and me could make her breakfast in bed. What’d you say?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes.” Y/d/n started clapping and nodding along.

Jason smiled adoring the love Y/d/n has for her mother. “OK, ok shhhhhh. We don’t want to wake her up now do we?”

“Shhhh” she copied her father putting a finger over her lips.

“Yeah, shhh. Now lets go to the kitchen and got started.” he laughed

^ ^ ^

When Y/n woke up and felt Jason’s side of the bed empty and cold, she popped open her eyes. Looking around and finding the bedroom empty, Y/n pulled on one of Jason’s nearby shirts and grabbed her phone.

Walking down the hallway she could hear some noise coming from the kitchen. Heading that way she stopped in the archway that leads to the living room and kitchen. When she stopped she saw a sight that made her heart melt. Jason and Y/d/n were covered in flour and batter. Y/n couldn’t help herself, she took a ton of photos of the scene between her husband and daughter.

“What’s going on in here?” Y/n asked with a smile as she watched the scene before her. So grateful that she took pictures of this moment between Jason and their daughter.

“MOMMY!” Y/d/n screamed out in joy, running over to her mom. Giving her a huge tight hug. She looked up to her and pouted. “You weren’t supposed to be up yet.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, crouching down so she was level with her daughter. She smiled before asking why. “Oh? Whys that munchkin?”

“We were making you breakfast in bed. Now your not in bed.” Y/d/n exaggerated, throwing her arms up.

“Well, how about we bring everything back to bed. Yeah? Then it’s still breakfast in bed.” y/n offered, hoping it would make Y/d/n still feel like she gets to have her surprise.

“Ok! Happy Birthday mommy.” Y/d/n perked up, getting all excited about the fact the surprise could still happen.

“Thank you, sweety. Why don’t you go get the room all ready?” Y/n smiled at Y/d/n as she nodded in excitement.

“Ok!” she agreed running off to go get her parent’s bedroom ready however she wants it.

“Happy birthday baby.” Jason leaned in to kiss her as she came back up to her normal height.

“Thank you, Jaybird.” Y/n smiled and leaned in for another kiss.

“This a good way to start off your birthday?” Jason asked with a smile, but it had hints of a smirk to it.

“Absolutely. Oh and by the way I recorded that.” Y/n smiled mischievously.

Jason furrowed his brow while wrapping his arms around her waist. Loving that she was dressed only in his shirt. “Recorded what?”

Y/n smiled in adoration, eyes sparkling. “You and Y/d/n cooking together, covered into food.”

“Oh is that right?” he smiled as he asked

“Hmmm hmmm. It was too cute not to film.” she nodded

“Well, I’m glad it brought you joy.” Jason tilted his head with a look that just was pure love.

“It did.” Y/n nodded, lifting her head up to get one last kiss before they head off to the room where their little one is waiting for them.

#kevin zegers #imagines #imagine #batfam #bat #fam #jason #todd #Jason Todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagines #jason todd imagine

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reaperintheroses · 4 years ago

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Jason Todd x pole dancing reader

a/n: So basically this was short and sweet because I’ve been swamped with work and what I’m currently working on wouldn’t be done by Friday so you guys get this instead. As always this is gender neutral so if there is any pronouns other than they/them let me know. Pleasers are the big platform shoes that pole dancers wear. and as always SUPPORT SEX WORKERS.

Also the fact that Jason is the red hood doesn’t really play in here it’s just more of how he would react relationship wise.

Warnings: not a ton, talk of sex workers and lingerie and pole dancing (duh)

Jasons had many a partner

Had it be in crime

Fighting against crime

Romantically

Etc. etc.

So he’s seen some stuff

But a partner who pole dances?

That’s a new one

When he first comes over to your place and sees a pole in your living room he’s….. confused, to say the least

It’s a pretty funny face if you’re not lying to yourself

His eyes quickly dart around your living room from the pole, to the rack of shoes, to the speaker you have on the other side of the room

And he just

Internalizes it

All of this happens in the span of like 3 seconds btw

After that he just kind of shrugs and walks further into your apartment

I feel like he’d be relatively chill with the whole thing

It’s a good full-body workout and it helps promote self-confidence

So in the end it barely crosses his mind

Until

A few weeks later the two of you are just sitting at your dining room table and he looks up from the text he was reading and just blurts out

“Wait are you a stripper?”

You don’t even look up from your laptop and just reply “Would you care if I was?”

He fully turns around in his chair and stares at the side of your head

You pause your typing and look at him

Rolling your eyes you answer his unspoken question

“No Jason, I’m not a stripper”

His face scrunches up all confused before letting his eyes dart to the silver pole reflecting sunlight into your living room and back at you

Sighing you turn back to your work and multitask

While you type you explain how not everyone who pole dances is a stripper and that you had just been taking classes for a while

His lips just form an O shape before he goes back to his text

I feel like he would be super involved in everything

He’s interested in the competing aspect

The different types

The different moves

And most of all the shoes

Oh my god is this boy into the shoes

He just fawns over them

He finds them so interesting

Especially the one pair of red leather thigh highs

One time he walked in and you were just practicing with those boots on and he almost lost his mind

On the outside, he looked fine

On the inside though

Dear reader, he felt like he was going to rip at the seams and die of your overwhelming hotness

Eventually, he does ask what the classes are like

And you explain

He's even more invested now

He finds it adorable how passionate you are about the whole thing

If you compete he is your biggest supporter

He’s one of the people who’s yelling whenever you do something impressive

Like seriously he's all over you

He asks you to teach him some basics at one point

Under the ruse that its good for your abs

He just wants to look like you

He gets pretty advanced

You get him a pair of his own pleasers for his birthday

And he wishes he would never have to take them off

He gets a pole for his own apartment and starts practicing on his own time

He low key wants to take a class with you

You guys show up everyone else there

Your hobby becomes Jason's hobby

You start buying each other heels and other stripper apparel

When he buys you lingerie it's actually for once a gift for you

Sometimes he buys red one pieces and those he will admire a little longer

You guys occasionally do routines together

You also make playlists for different type of routines

You have one that's entirely beyonce for when y’all really need to feel yourselves

You also occasionally come up with stripper names just for fun

He’s a huge supporter of sex workers

He always supported them before

But once he got into pole dancing it multiplies 10 fold

Realizing that it’s such a hard job

His respect for everyone in the sex worker industry is through the roof

Overall he’s very supportive of your hobby

#jason todd x y/n #jason todd x reader #bat boys x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x gn reader #bat boys x y/n #bat boys x you #pole dancing reader

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isthisthingeven0n · 4 years ago

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star shopping : j.w

brief summary: for your birthday, jeff got you something you always dreamed of, even if you’re not around to experience it.

word count: 1.3k requested: like kinda? but kinda not. so its from the anon ask thing of ‘give me a fic title and i’ll create an idea’ and the one i created for star shopping was too cute to not write warnings: kinda angsty, sad fluff

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“Go on, open it,” Jeff smiles as you sit upright in bed, taking the small bag from him as you happily remove the tissue paper.

“You’ve outdone yourself once again, babe.” You chuckle, motioning to the effort he has put into the packaging before you lift out a framed image.

Watching you closely, Jeff can see the light in your eyes twinkle, something he’s loved since the first time he ever met you. “What do you think?” Jeff speaks up after a long pause, seeing you take in what is in front of you.

Averting your gaze from the framed image, tears glisten in your eyes. “You really did this, for me?” Your voice cracks as Jeff quickly leans closer, resting his hand on your cheek as he softly chuckles.

“I know how much you love them, baby. I had to get you one.” He tells you before leaning in to kiss you, never wanting to let go.

Until he opened his eyes and the heavy breaths from Nerf were hitting his skin.

Slowly sitting upright, Jeff glances to the bare side of the bed, still untouched. “Just a dream.” He mumbles to himself, burying his head in his hands. “It was just a dream.” He repeats, despite the fact it felt so real. It felt like you were there with him, just how things used to be.

As his morning carries on, all Jeff can think about is your reaction. The dream he had didn’t do it justice, he couldn’t feel the warmth of your skin or the bitterness of your tears against his lips. All he wants is to hold you close, and never let you go.

“Hey, you ready to go?” Scott peers in through Jeff’s room where Jeff remains seated in front of your old dressing table.

Your makeup and perfume remain untouched as dust begins to collect on the items, but your scent still lingers.

“I, I’ll be a minute.” Jeff replies in a hushed tone, not even lifting his gaze from the framed photograph of you both from your third anniversary, unaware you wouldn’t make it to Christmas when he had planned to propose.

“Okay, just, we’re all here, you know.” Scott comments with a tight-lipped smile, watching as Jeff silently nods before the door closes, leaving Jeff with his thoughts once more.

“Thank you all for coming,” Jeff starts as all your friends stand with him on the beach as the waves crash in the distant. “this was Y/n’s favourite place to visit, even if she complained about the amount of sand that would end up in her clothes or shoes, or even in her boobs.” He chuckles, and a series of soft laughter follows suit.

Looking out, past everyone Jeff smiles as the moonlight reflects on the ripples of the ocean. It was nights like these that always felt special between you both, moments where no one else mattered, whatever was said was kept between you and the sea.

“But regardless, she loved it here.” Jeff smiles to himself, picturing you beside him, holding his hand. “On one of our first dates, Y/n told me about her love for the stars and the universe. How everything happened for a reason.” Jeff explains, looking at all the glossy eyes and sad smiles. “I told her about how I went to prison, and if that was part of this ‘plan.’“ Jeff chuckles, remembering how you weren’t phased by his past.

You sat with Jeff on the edge of the beach, just past the rock wall, telling him it made him who he is now. And without that, who knows what would’ve happened.

“Sometimes, only sometimes I questioned her logic. And now, I question it more than ever.” Jeff pauses, swallowing the lump in his throat as David steps forward, but Jeff raises his hand and nods, he’ll carry on for now.

Averting his gaze from everyone around him, Jeff focuses on the sky as all the stars are out to watch him, help him make it through this speech in honour of you.

“Today is Y/n’s birthday, and I wanted her to have something that would be unique. She was something else, unlike anyone I had ever met and brought so much light into my life. I wanted to find something to reflect that, and I got her a star.” Jeff’s voice trembles as he lifts his hand up, pointing up to the sky. “Just past the moon, three stars to the left, that’s Y/n.”

Whilst everyone focuses on the sky, trying to pinpoint said star, Jeff wipes his eyes.

“And she’s beautiful, just like she always was.” His voice cracks and Natalie rushes over, resting her hand on Jeff’s back as she passes him a tissue. “And will be.” Jeff whispers to himself, hoping somewhere you can hear him.

“You did great, Jeff.” Natalie mutters. “Y/n would be really proud of you.” She comments as tears fall from her eyes.

Taking a moment, Jeff inhales deeply before composing himself once more. “Y/n, she er, she’ll never be forgotten.” Jeff wants to finish his speech, for you, but his hands start to shake and everyone’s eyes on him feel like they’re piercing through his skin. “She, she’ll always be the light of my night, guiding me through.” He forces the words out as he falls to the ground, tears streaming down his cheeks as he bites his tongue, holding the sob back that wracks through his body.

Without glancing up, Jeff knows his friends are closer to him, standing guard. “It’s okay, Jeff,” Todd whispers as Jeff grips Todd’s shirt as his silent whimpers subside into quiet sobs. “you did her justice.”

“Come on, I’ll drive him home.” Natalie calls out as Todd helps Jeff across the beach, not daring to look back at the sky.

“You think he’ll be okay on his own?” Natalie frets as Todd closes the door to Jeff’s house, noting the withering flowers that once bloomed.

Todd sighs as he wraps his arm around Natalie, guiding her back to her car. “I hope so,” He answers truthfully. “I think it’ll just take time.”

Back inside of the house, Jeff sits in the kitchen, nursing a glass of scotch. Yet all he can see in the brown liquid is the moonlight pouring through the large windows.

When you both picked the house, you adored the big windows, allowing as much natural light to radiate through the floors. You hated feeling claustrophobic, and this eased that fear. But now it felt like a taunt as Jeff downed the last of the scotch before throwing the glass at the window, shattering the scotch glass into pieces.

The sound of Nerf barking alerts Jeff, snapping him out of his anger for what happened.

“Nerf? Shut the fuck up, bud.” Jeff grumbles, but Nerf persists from upstairs.

Sighing heavily, Jeff traipses up the stairs, finding Nerf looking out from the balcony in your shared bedroom.

“Nerf?” Jeff calls out, seeing his dog situated happily on the wooden panels as he looks up at the sky as the moonlight illuminates the grey fur on his chubby face. “Come on in, bud.” Jeff motions as he stands in the doorway of the balcony, but Nerf simply whines.

Admitting defeat, Jeff sits down beside his old dog, looking up at the sky and focuses on your star.

“I know, I miss her too.” Jeff speaks up as Nerf lowers his head, lying down next to Jeff as he rests his head on Jeff’s leg. “But she’s looking out for us, just up there.” Jeff smiles softly as he points up to the sky, but Nerf is out of it for the night.

Remaining in silence for a few minutes, Jeff takes everything in. He’s not been on the balcony since you passed, everything just hurt too much. But maybe this was part of the ‘plan’ you always talked about.

Maybe healing won’t be as painful as Jeff has pictured it being, but you’ll be there, whether he can see you or not.

“Happy birthday, Y/n.” Jeff mutters as a tear falls down his cheek as he focuses on your star, swearing he can see it twinkle like the light in your eyes, one last time.

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dahvangogh · 5 years ago

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and empty words are evil | Jason Todd

[ prologue | one | two | three ]

[ao3 link]

note: Another week, another new chapter. Unfortunately, I haven't gotten any comments yet (except one in tumblr) but I did get a few kudos and hits which made me incredibly happy. I hope I got the new characters' introduced in this chapter well... like I'm a bit scared that they sound OOC or not credible enough. What do you think? Leave a comment on AO3 or here, please!

Also, I apologize for any grammatical mistakes, I tried my best to correct it all but I might have missed some things (english is not my native language)

Take care, guys. xx

CHAPTER TWO

“Life is what happens to us while we are making other plans.”

― Allen Saunders

The art gallery this morning was emptier than a banker’s heart, which suits her best if she is being honest, with her current predicament and all. While she doesn't work at the art gallery per se, like showing the displayed artworks or buying imported ones, she does work at the back of the gallery in one of the many workshops. Hence, if the place is full or has a chatty crowd, the sound will still get to her and echo all over her workshop.

Thankfully, that isn't the case today.

Grace is sporting a hangover as big as the Empire State Building. Yesterday night, while checking pictures and maps of Black Mask’s warehouse surroundings, she had chugged down two expensive wine bottles as if they were water.

You reap what you sow, dumbass.

She didn’t even like wine, like at all.

Her boss Rose had gifted her the two bottles for her birthday very kindly and when yesterday night she had seen the bottles collect dust in her pantry, she had thought she either drunk them now or threw them to the nearest trash can.

A coughing, as if someone was throat cleaning, sounds from behind and startles her.

Grace stops her precise strokes with the cotton swab and throws it into a bowl with many others that have been used before. Then, as she turns around towards the workshop door, she lowers her face mask. Her boss, a beautiful mature woman sporting amazing pink hair up in a tight knot and matching it with multicolored eyeshadow, is standing at the threshold of the door, tapping away something on her phone.

“How is it going with the portrait?”

Her gaze is still on the phone.

“Great. Maximum two or three days outmost for me. Then Caesar can frame it again and we can return it to the owner.”

At that, her boss looks up at her and smiles as kindly as usual. Rose Whitehall was the type of boss many dreamed about having.

And Grace knew she was lucky to have her.

When she had come to Gotham City, the first day Grace had visited Gotham’s Art Palace and fallen completely in love. She had hunted down Rose Whiteman, resume in hand, and insisted for weeks to have her at least be an intern. Rose had taken her resume and scanned it from head to bottom, commenting on how lucky Grace had been to be doing her apprenticeship on Museum Island in Berlin. Then, she had agreed to take her as an intern for two months. If she was as good as it seemed from her resume, she would hire her.

And now here she is, working for Rose and getting paid every month doing what she loves most.

“The owner will be coming in fifteen minutes, Grace.” She says which instantly makes Grace gape at that, eyes wide in shock. Forget what I said, she is a fucking bitch… “Don’t worry! He just wants to see how the process of restoration is going.”

Thank God.

The raven-haired girl now raises one of her brows in question.

“It isn’t common, I know. But we needed to check some details for the Gotham Annual Gala Dinner he is hosting, the one where we will auction some artwork, and he asked if it was possible to see it.” Rose approaches her while explaining. Then, she stands beside her looking at the big white worktable where the painting is placed and being restored. “You see, this portrait is very important to him.”

Grace stares at the painted canvas too.

It is a huge family portrait, clearly of a wealthy family, and the members seem happy. The tall man has broad-shoulders, probably in his early thirties, and is wearing an expensive-looking suit with matching black tie. His combed dark hair contrasts quite a bit with his vibrant blue eyes. Besides the proud man stands a dashing woman, probably in her mid-twenties, with light brown hair up in a chignon and soft but plump pink lips. She is wearing a green strapless dress, those that you would only wear in formal events or at a Gala.

From the first moment Grace had seen the painting, the woman had taken her breath away, –despite how dirty and darkened the portrait is–. She still looked positively and extraordinarily beautiful. If Grace had ever seen her walking down the street, she would have immediately taken her small sketchpad out of her handbag and drawn her.

The painter clearly had done a remarkable job depicting them.

Though, as usual with any type of paints, the painting was forever condemned to be restored a few times and treated with preventive care until the owner decides to dispose of it.

Now, Grace follows with her eyesight the strong hand that the man has placed on a petite shoulder, and a smile immediately blooms on her face. It always happened these past days too. Whenever she looked at the third and last member of the painting she would inevitably smile.

A young boy.

He was probably six or seven years old when the portrait had been done. He looks like the spitting image of the older man, undoubtedly they were father and son, but has the same soft smile as the lovely woman.

“You have done a remarkable job, Grace.”

Her boss pats her on the shoulder, still looking at the couple depicted on the portrait.

“I never asked… do you know them? Personally, I mean… ”

Rose smiles sadly.

“My parents were friends with them, so I do remember meeting the family once or twice at dinner parties… sadly, the couple passed away due to very unfortunate circumstances.”

Grace now smiles saddened, trying not to imagine the sweet young boy crying in front of two stone gravels, utterly alone in the world.

A whistle-like sound, which Grace knows by now that it means a notification of Rose’s phone, echoes all over the workshop.

“And that must be him.”

Rose starts walking towards the door, the sound of her heels following her, but stops and then looks over her shoulder.

“Keep working on that! Now!”

And with a wink, she walks off towards the gallery section, disappearing from her sight.

“Aye, aye, captain!”

Grace pulls up her white face mask and rubs her gloved hands together, feeling a bit anxious about facing a client for the first time. She has never done so, an art restorer never meets her client unless she works at a museum –which means the museum is the owner, unless the piece was donated, that's another case altogether.

Though in this case... She did know that the restoration of this portrait was a special request to Rose, she said so, but now she understands why. The reason being that Rose knew the family sort of personally.

But she still never expected to meet the client.

She assesses that she mustn’t look that bad, thanking her morning-self for choosing an outfit that looks classy and professional on her.

Her hair is tied up with a ribbon in a high ponytail, very 60s with how her curls look, and her floral long skirt complements her white v-neck blouse. She had even gone as far as putting on some nude lipstick which looked great with her Bridget Bardot inspired eye look.

I hope my eye make up isn't ruined... Pandas don't look professional and efficient.

She sighs loudly.

Wait… Why in Hell am I worried about how I look? Pull yourself together!

She sighs again, which feels weird while wearing a face mask, and now picks up a new cotton swab, proceeding with socking it in a special liquid for cleaning. Before being interrupted, Grace was working on some details on the young boy’s suit and so now she goes back to working on that.

If everything goes according to her plan, she will finish today with the final touch-ups, and tomorrow she will varnish the whole thing.

Grace focuses on the section of the boy’s suit, who is placed at the bottom of the painting, and starts cleaning.

She has taken longer on this work because of how huge it was, plus she had two other more urgent works to do. Nevertheless, she feels confident that between today and tomorrow she can perfectly finish it.

Suddenly, the brunette sees a dark blurb move from the corner of her eye and so she stops her soft strokes to look beside her.

A child?

The young boy is attentively looking at her hand and analyzing its movements.

She raises an eyebrow in question.

The boy turns to look at her, his brows now furrowed and arms crossed, as if pissed that she has stopped doing her job.

They both stare at each other, no words spoken between them for a bit.

“You are surprisingly good for someone so young.” His child-like voice is a heavy contrast to how serious and formal his words are. “Though I assured father that I was more than capable of handling such an easy task.”

Grace blinks a few times, at first paying more attention to the pale scar at the tail of his right eyebrow that stands out against his tan skin, but then she registers what he has just said.

You little sh...

“Then your father was being smart, for such a delicate portrait deserves an experienced hand and....” She pulls her face mask down and smiles sweetly, all while looking down at him. “I highly doubt you would be up to that high standard.”

The boy, despite his sun-kissed skin, blushes notoriously. Yet, his brows are still furrowed, even more so now than before.

“I will have you know that… ”

He looks adorable, all angry while clenching his fists at his sides, and she can help but soften at the sight.

Grace quickly interrupts him.

“Though I’m sure that with proper study and practice, when you are older you might be able.”

He blinks a few times and then relaxes, though still sporting his adorable blush.

“Damian, don’t harass the lady while she is working.”

A deep and rich voice asks –probably to the boy, Damian is not her name– and both the kid and her turn their heads towards the threshold.

She holds a gasp.

Grace has just come across Bruce Wayne himself.

He is standing in the workshop threshold, all calm and poise. The man is surprisingly more handsome in real life than in the newspapers or tv. He is beautiful, yet I wouldn't paint him ever. Don't mistake her, he is handsome as hell. He looks extremely fit in his probably very expensive dark suit and as dashing as ever with his chiseled face, straight nose, and smiling soft lips. Yet something is amiss with him.

He doesn't look whole.

Too perfect.

“Father!”

She turns towards the young boy and sees it. The connection. They are identical, though Damian reaches her elbow, has a much darker complexion and his eyes are green instead of blue. Everything else is positively the same. As in the same well-kept haircut, long at the top and not too short at the sides –though the boy' is styled more child-friendly–, the same bone structure in the face and the same poise while standing.

Damian is a walking mini-Bruce.

The man walks towards them, still all calm and charm, and she can't help but search for any flaws. His blue eyes feel like they are analyzing her, which she quickly attributes to him being a worried father of finding alone his child with a total stranger, and so she tries to relax her and look non-threatening. After all, they were just talking.

“Bruce Wayne.” he introduces himself, offering his big hand. “Quite young for an art restorer, aren’t you?”

You just didn't...

She tries to smile and raises her hand, not shaking his but waving it.

“Grace Henderson, would shake your hand but I’m wearing protective gloves and they need to be as clean as possible,” she says nonchalantly, though she still wants to grunt out loud for his damn comment. “I’m 25 years old and was personally tasked to do this by Miss Whitehall, though I personally believe she knows what she is doing, you are more than free to go and request another restorer.”

She hears Damian laugh, but she holds Bruce's stare, not backing out.

He smiles charmingly, taking a step forward.

“I didn’t mean to… ”

Her smile enlarges.

“Yes, you did.” Grace waves her hand as if dismissing him. “I’m used to it, though. So no offense is taken.”

Liar... It stinks.

Bruce opens his mouth as if to reply with something, but then his eyes zoom on the portrait laying on the work table and he instantly closes it.

He stares at it, almost as if zooming out.

“Well... Now I can see why.” He smiles, not a charming one but a soft-looking one, his eyes shining a bit. “It looks just like the first time I saw it.”

Both Damian and her turn towards the portrait on the worktable.

She rubs her hands, a bit taken aback by the subtle compliment.

“It’s still not finished! I’m giving it the final touches now and tomorrow I will varnish it properly.”

She looks at him, expecting another smart comment, but he is still attentively looking at the canvas.

Oh my...

Grace holds the gasp in, realizing that the young boy in the portrait is none other than the man standing right beside her. Bruce Wayne, who had lost his parents tragically when he was a young boy, patron of the city and famous playboy. The sight of a young boy crying in front of two gray graves materializes in her mind again.

She gulps.

“Caesar who is a more experienced curator will frame it again and will also take care of the handling of the portrait until it is delivered safely to you.” She further explains, her voice shaking a bit. “It will be as good as new, I promise.”

The handsome man now turns to her and smiles kindly, placing a hand on her arm.

“Thank you for your hard work. Rose assured me that it was being handled by the best hands, but still… ” He moves his head to the side, presses his lips together for a moment and then smiles again. “I wanted to be sure.”

She nods reassuringly.

“I understand.”

Bruce takes his big hand off her arm and places his other atop Damian’s head.

“And again, I hope Damian wasn’t bothering you too much.”

The young boy huffs, crossing his arms and raising one of his eyebrows at his father’s words, either embarrassed or annoyed.

“Not at all.” She looks at both of them with a smirk on her lips. “He seemed to think the same as you.”

Bruce looks down at Damian, who raises his chin almost proudly while staring at the work table and the portrait.

“Though I believe that was just a misconception…” She lowers a bit her torso towards him and smiles truthfully at the young boy. “Right, Damian?”

Now the dark-haired boy turns to look at her, but just as suddenly as he does that, he blushes. Quickly, probably to hide it away, he turns his stare towards the workplace again while his hands move towards his back in a very regal pose.

Then he huffs.

Aw... Adorable.

Bruce looks at him, curiosity now shining in his blue eyes, and then laughs broadly. The man pats ruffles his son’s head.

“He is very much interested in the arts, Miss Henderson.”

Grace finally feels herself relax fully in their presence, her body completely viewing Bruce and Damian Wayne as nonthreatening.

He won't hurt me.

“I assumed as much.” She focuses on Damian, who is looking askance at her, and she smiles again. Grace sees a bit of her in him. “Well, if you ever want to talk about art... You will be more than welcome here.”

That seems to catch his attention. Damian now turns to look at her fully, curiosity shining in his green eyes, and raises his chin as if trying to seem taller.

“I might, though my schedule is usually very full.”

Bruce laughs again while Grace nods –trying very hard to hold a laugh in– at what Damian just said. He sounds like a tiny old man.

“Perfect. And with that settled… we will leave you to your work, miss Henderson.”

She nods again, turning towards Bruce.

“Pleasure to meet you both.”

He nods.

They both leisurely walk towards the exit of the workshop, but while Bruce doesn't look back, Damian looks over his shoulder at her.

Her smile is sweet, waving her hand to say goodbye.

“Bye, Damian.”

He answers with a humph, a pretty blush on his cheeks, and disappears from her sight together with his father.

– – –

The elevator of her apartment complex, one of the many skyscrapers in Gotham City, is probably slower than a snail. She leans back on the mirror, not wanting to see her reflection, and sighs loudly.

As if the elevator would notice her annoyance and decide to finally be quicker.

Her phone vibrates on her hand.

She unblocks it and laughs softly when she reads Harley’s message.

hey hey hey! tonight is the night, right?

I haven’t been this excited since x-mas.

Grace sends a reply as fast as lightning.

Chill, girl. I will be at your house around midnight or so.

A bubble with three periods appears, Harley writing an answer at the moment.

GREAT! I will make margaritas then, to celebrate, ya’ know?!

The dark-haired rolls her eyes, a smirk now plastered on her lips, and the doors of her elevator finally open on her floor. She sees the amazing views, even in the hallway, and her shoulders finally sink. Tonight Grace just wants to have a bubble bath and rewatch her favorite movie, Top Gun, while munching a few snacks.

She pouts while opening her apartment’s door.

But suddenly, when thinking about what she will actually do tonight, the butterflies appear and start flying like crazy in her stomach.

Grace’s mood changes.

She had really missed doing her thing and Harley’s offer was the perfect excuse to finally put on the suit and say goodbye to her boundaries.

Normal is overrated, girl.

The midnight-haired girl writes a quick reply while kicking her shoes off.

Can’t wait!

– – –

The night air is ice cold and furious, smacking on her cheeks nonstop and messing with the hair of her ponytail. Her domino mask is only protecting her eye area, so the other parts of her head are now being subjected to the icy harsh wind and she can’t do anything about it.

Perhaps I should invest in a full-face mask or a helmet…

Nevertheless, despite the cold, she had missed the feeling of her suit on her skin. It is a full-on one, completely black and its texture similar to shiny leather, with a thin Kevlar armor underneath it and a utility belt laying low around her hips. Her high heeled boots and pair of gloves are also the same material as her suit. Furthermore, to conceal her identity, not only does she wear her domino mask but she has also grown her hair to waist length, wearing it in a sleek high ponytail.

Her powers can do wonders.

Thank you, Sir meteorite. The powers you have given me will never cease to amaze me.

She sees a new white van coming, then parking in the big parking lot in front of the warehouse’s main door and four men get off from it.

Black Mask’s warehouse is at Miller Harbor, surrounded by many other storage facilities and storehouses, which makes it quite easy for her. The storage facility in front of the warehouse has four floors, the building a bit higher than other facilities around it, so she has the perfect view of the warehouse and surroundings.

She is sitting on the rooftop’ railing, childishly kicking her feet up and munching the leftovers of kebab, while observing a group of five Black Mask’s thugs unload the truck while two others guard the door.

Mr. Ahmed, I would marry you if I didn’t know you already had a wife; she can’t help but think about the sweet cook. Your kebabs are the reason why I still believe in humanity.

She finishes it and crumples the aluminum foil, making a ball out of it. Then throws it up in the air and waves her hand at it, making it disappear in thin air as if it had never even existed.

Where? It’s better if you don’t ask her.

“Time to play.”

She jumps off the railing and extends her arms, her body pose resembling a cross up in the air, and lets the restraint on her powers go. Grace knows that she won’t break her legs, also very sure that a soft green bluish glow surrounds her, and so she lands gracefully on the ground.

Her high-heeled black boots make its characteristic sound as she calmly walks towards the parking lot and the thugs.

All of these guys are big, as in they probably live in a gym by the day and work here by night type of big. They are all dressed in black, wearing bulletproof vests and military boots in said colors, some even wearing black beanies or gloves due to the cold of October.

However, both the four thugs keep unloading big boxes out of the truck’s onto the pavement and the pair at the main door don’t seem to even register her presence.

“Need a hand, boys?”

All of them look up towards her, two even pulling out handguns while the others pull out knives and where the heck did that guy put a baton off?

“Girl! Get the fuck out of here!”

“Where did she come from!?”

“Get lost or we will fuck you up!”

She laughs sweetly.

“Sorry, no can do.”

And she goes out to town.

Grace runs towards the one closest to her and jumps, her legs enclosing his thick neck, then pulls him towards the ground. She hears the loud sound his head makes when it hits the pavement, but without missing a bit she extends both her arms at her sides, palms up and glowing in her usual color. A wave of power flows through her hands and they fly across the parking lot.

Four down, two left.

“You!” One of the guys at the door says, running towards her with a shotgun in his hands.

She waves a hand, a motion of shooing away, and he collides against the main door.

One left.

Grace calmly walks towards the last one, who is shaking in fear or perhaps because of how cold it is, still guarding the main door despite his buddy being knocked out near it. His aura is shaking like jello. When she stands a few feet away from him, now trying not to laugh at the poor man trying to be brave, he directs the muzzle of his shotgun at her.

“Hello.”

“What… what are you!?”

The raven-haired merely smiles in answer and extends her left hand, the man floating at the speed of light towards her hand, like a magnet attracted to a metal piece.

Grace tightens her hold, now estrangling him while he still floats in the air.

“Where are the explosives?”

He croaks, opening his mouth like a fish a few times, emitting broken sounds.

The raven-haired scrunches her nose, then relaxes her hold on his neck just a bit, easing the flow of air to his lungs so he might talk more easily.

“Where is it?”

He opens and closes his mouth again and again, but no sound comes out from his thin and chapped lips.

“If I… If I tell you, he will kill me!” He cries out, his legs kicking the air uselessly, visibly shaking. “I can’t tell you! I can’t! He will kill me! He will kill my family!”

She grunts a bit, tightening her chokehold on his neck.

“Trust me… If you don’t tell me where it is right now, whatever I do to you will be ten times much worse than what he might do.” Her voice now raised an octave, pushing him through a burst of power to the hard metal doors. Next, she pushes him with each following word for emphasis.“So tell me. Now.”

His mouth keeps opening like a fish but still, no sound comes out of it.

“I see… ” she says, sighing dramatically.

Time to put on a good show.

She closes her eyes and tries to center her powers on only her vision, but her power is too unstable and takes much concentration than that. So she relaxes herself, takes a bit of time, and then the brightness of the glow that surrounds her whole body reaches sun-like-blaze levels. There. Next, while she bites her lips trying to focus much more, she visualizes what she wants to achieve. A few seconds pass and when she finally opens them, she has mastered the brightness and her eyes are now the only thing shinning.

As in shinning as bright as the sun.

But there it is, also that side of her powers that is too untameable or unstable to fully be mastered by her. Grace feels her hair float, almost like there is no gravity surrounding her, which she hadn't meant to do.

Nevertheless, it probably helps her look scary and powerful. So, she tights her choke on his neck.

“One last chance… ” her voice sounds modified, not human at all, which she hadn't meant to do either.

She sees him open his eyes –if it is even possible– much more open than before, sort of like a cartoon character would do. Grace now knows that she looks terrifying with her domino mask with glowing eyes, hair floating around, and a creepy voice.

“No! No! No!” he begs in a yell, still kicking his feet up, completely horrified. “Wait! Wait! Wait, please! I will tell… I will tell you!”

She relaxes a bit her hold.

“They are stored inside three wood boxes... and they have written fragile in red capital letters all over them.” he croaks, and Grace feels every word he says through the palm of her hand. “They are the only ones marked with those words, to differentiate them!”

She nods, registering the information.

“Thank you.”

And she smacks his head hard against the metallic door.

The raven-haired checks the auras of all the thugs scattered around her, to see if they are still unconscious or if there are more out there that she hasn't seen, but what she finds confuses her. There are seven more scattered inside and around the warehouse, but weirdly enough they feel like they are barely there.

Oh, oh. Not good.

This reminds her of the first time she killed someone. When she had her first run with the Serbian Mafia, one of the caporegimes had infuriated her so much that she had just killed him right then and there, on the spot. Despite instantly becoming a target for them. And the feeling… She had felt how the soldier’s aura slowly evaporated into nothingness. Similar to how the light of a bulb diminishes until it completely burns out.

Those auras sort of felt like that.

However, they could probably be saved if she called an ambulance or the police.

What do I do? Should I...?

She sighs, still debating about it, and while opening the door, searches for more auras. Trying to find either a perpetrator or another human being who would help them. However, there aren’t any on the warehouse or its premises.

Weird.

Grace scrunches her nose, overthinking for a few seconds until the thought of them working for Black Mask and probably having done bad things for him makes her decide to just leave their fate to luck.

Screw it.

The raven-haired girl lets her powers surround her, no longer focusing on her eyes, and starts walking inside confidently.

Whatever is inside, it should be scared of me.

The first thing she notices is how the lights are out, which she quickly remedies with a snap of her fingers, then how the whole warehouse is full of thousands of wooden boxes scattered around, though the pillars here and there obstruct her view a bit. The place reminds her of a hangar but without the airplanes and fighter planes.

She groans, cursing herself for not asking where exactly are the boxes placed, and so she starts walking around looking for something red.

No red.

A Subway's meal leftovers.

No red.

Is that a used condom? Ew. Also, no red.

No red.

A few minutes later, she ends up at the center of the warehouse. The three boxes are stacked up in pairs of two, so the odd one is pilled up with another one without a mark on it. She kneels in front of the regular box, now debating whether to take it with her too or to just do some heavy lifting and stack the odd one with the others, until she feels it.

So bright and warm.

Oh my…

Grace even gasps loudly.

An aura, five feet behind her, burning as bright and fiery as the blazing sun.

It could burn me alive if an aura was even tangible.

She had probably been too immersed in searching for the correct boxes that she hadn’t realized the moment the person had stepped in. Moreover, before going inside, she had checked if there was anyone else around and had come across no one on the premises. So, that person had probably entered when she was looking for her special cargo.

This is Black Mask's fault! Screw him for having his warehouse so disorganized! Didn't his mother ever teach him of keeping his things tidy?!

Grace tries to center herself, not wanting to appear scared or nervous. Then, rising up calmly from her kneeling position, she turns around and comments nonchalantly: “It is considered rude to stare at someone and not greet them.”

Red.

That’s what she first sees.

A man wearing a red helmet, no facial expression on it, with white slits in the form of eyes. He is standing five feet away from her, leaning nonchalantly against a pillar, his arms crossed against his ample chest and with his military tactical boots also crossed at the ankles.

Red?

She scans him while thinking of Gotham's vigilantes and criminals.

Red...

Red Robin? No, he isn't wearing that weird cape Lisa mentioned.

“Red Hood, I presume?”

He shrugs, all calm but fiery aura.

“In the flesh.”

His voice low and tinted with humor.

Red Hood looks like a brute, as in a big and quite muscular guy. He is wearing a brown leather jacket and underneath it, some sort of black-grey armored under-shirt with a red bat symbol Emblem in the middle of the pectoral area. His black-grey cargo pants are the same color as his undershirt, almost making it look like it's a whole bodysuit, plus also carrying two tactical holsters united in a utility black belt.

Damn, someone doesn’t skip leg day. Those are some big thighs.

His tighs are probably bigger than her head, though she tries not to stare too much.

She probably fails, but whatever.

“Thought you didn’t go around killing people anymore?” she tries to buy time, remembering what Lisa had told her about the vigilante.

She bobs her head to the left, assessing him.

Red Hood. Gun guy. Former Crime Lord, had painted Gotham City red until he had stopped killing and started using the same methods as Batman & Co. Still, too ruthless for my liking. You say his name and everyone shits their pants. A vigilante, but not one you want to meet, unlike Nightwing or Batgirl. From what I heard from one of the police guys at the clinic, he is good in a fight, quite at par with Batman.

He stands up from his position, and while he is looking calm and confident, she can clearly see the signs of him being ready for whatever she is about to do.

“Rough night. Bat can suck it.” his voice is low and clearly electronically modified. Then, he points at her with his black-gloved hand, like a child. “Now, time for you to introdu… ”

She holds her glowing left hand up, interrupting him midsentence.

Then, she runs towards him.

“And you talk about manners…” his annoying voice chastises her, which somehow irks her.

Grace knows she probably won't win against him like this, but he clearly has a big ego and his confidence can be used against him.

Men and their egos.

He effortlessly dodges her first punch, which she knew he would, and she throws another one towards his face. Red Hood merely captures her fist in his gloved hand, a tight hold that almost feels like he will break all her bones, and clucks humorously.

“You suck at fighting, so stick to magic.”

She wants to roll her eyes so badly.

They are pretty close, only a feet apart, and despite her high-heeled boots she still has to look up to see his masked face. It irks her even more, her height is something that has always bothered her.

“Oh… As you wish.”

She smiles prettily while shrugging her shoulders.

One of his feet steps back, his instinct probably screaming at him to pull back and so he tries to pull away, letting go of her fist, but it is already too late.

Got you.

Grace opens her fist up and he starts floating, a feet up in the air, his jacket opening a bit with how fast she elevated him. He has a green bluish glow around him, which is actually what is keeping him up, and she starts to smack the air.

His face turns left and right, clearly feeling her slaps, completely powerless to her ministrations.

“It’s fun, right?” she laughs, though she feels no joy or pleasure from what she is doing. “You should have shot me right when you saw me, Red.”

He grunts but gives no further reaction.

She stops slapping the air and his face stops moving, still motionless and floating in the air. She supposes he is looking at her, after all his red helmet is facing her.

“I heard so much about you.” She stares at those white slits, smiling sweetly at the man. “From what I heard, you painted Gotham City red for a few months. So many fear you… If only they saw you now. Completely powerless.”

The explosives, girl. Focus! she tries to focus on her “mission” and stops mocking him. Right, the explosives.

The raven-haired girl keeps her hand up, keeping him afloat, and turns to the side. She is still able to see him, but now can also clearly see the wooden boxes.

“Who are you?” he asks, humor no longer in his voice. He doesn’t seem scared, which sort of surprises her a bit. “What do you want with Black Mask? What are you doing in Gotham?”

“None of your business, Little Red Riding Hood.” she mocks him, scrunching her nose in annoyance. “Now shut it or I will gag you.”

She raises her other hand and with her open palm, draws an O near where the boxes are located, closing her eyes and furrowing her brows for further concentration. Grace pictures Harley’s house, not the inside of it, but the front door. Just the front door. She hears the wind howling and when she opens her eyes again, inside the perimeter of the O there is the view of Harley’s door.

Grace knows she has a few precious seconds before the portal closes –multitasking was never her forte– and so she quickly directs her palm’s towards the boxes, imagining them floating as if there was no gravity.

“His explosives?” Red Hood grumbles in a low whisper, probably a thought said out loud.

Suddenly, a surge of power in her characteristic color surrounds them and the boxes start floating as Red Hood currently is. Then, they start dancing through the air towards the portal until crossing it and gently settling in the doorstep.

Mission Accomplished.

She snaps her fingers and the portal closes, just as if she had just turned the TV off with a remote.

Now, let's get out of here.

Grace turns around and lowers her other hand. Red Hood slowly starts lowering towards the ground, still surrounded by her power and fully in her control.

The raven-haired girl purses her lips and then smiles, as if a great idea has just come to her.

“Now, would you please sit down like a good boy and let me leave unharmed?” she asks in a pleading mocking tone.

She can imagine him smirking under the helmet while huffing a laugh, despite being at her mercy, and she can feel danger oozing from him.

The man is clearly not scared of her.

And very confident in himself.

“No can do, sweetheart.” his raspy and modified voice almost shocks her.

She walks towards him with a pout on her lips, trying to appear confident when she actually isn’t feeling like that at all, and looks up at him. Grace hopes she looks sort of attractive, or at least cute enough to not make him kill her if she slips and lets him go.

“Pity.” she exaggerates her pout, totally mocking him. “I would have even invited you to a drink or something.”

Wait... why do I sound flirty?

He lowers his head a bit, which to say the least surprises her. He shouldn't be able to move at all, but he has just moved his head, and so she tries to not freak out in front of him. To keep calm and seem confident.

“Let me go.”

She laughs as if that comment is the funniest thing she has ever heard.

“As if I’m that stupid.” she pats his chest with her left hand, leaning into him. “You will turn me into a colander. So, no. Your guns stay where they are. Thank you.”

He lets out a laugh that rumbles through his chest, clearly amused. Grace can even feel it through her gloves and his armored under-shirt, and she tries not to laugh too.

“I could go slow… be gentle.”

She answers with a moan as if the mere idea excites her, and did he just take a small step forward?

He is starting to break through, shit. You should have mind-controlled him, idiot!

“As tempting as that sounds, I will have to pass on that… You see,” She pats his chest for emphasis one last time, nodding along to what she herself just said. Then, she shrugs her shoulders.“I’m an old-fashioned girl, so you would have to take me to dinner first. Perhaps even sweep me off my feet?”

The raven-haired girl turns around and when she is a few feet away, just where the wooden boxes were sitting before, she opens the portal again to Harley’s house. She crosses through it, her footsteps slow but surely, until she no longer is standing inside Black Mask's warehouse but in Harley's doorstep with the four boxes.

Grace proceeds to raise her left hand, as if throwing something over her shoulder, and she doesn't have to turn around to know that the walls close on the Red Hood.

Yet, she still turns around to see. She doesn't know why, but she views as the whole building crumbles in, no sight of Red Hood, who is probably dead or buried underneath all the rubble.

She doesn't feel good.

But she knew he wouldn't let her go, not before probably torturing her or giving her up to Batman or even to the police.

“Goodbye, Red.”

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thebluenebula · 4 years ago

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So todays my birthday so I figured I'd write a birthday fic for Ashleigh. I really enjoyed writing this. This take place about three to six months after she arrived, so she is much more comfortable around the Batfam.

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The Day After (Coming Soon)

Birthday

I sat at the breakfast table, reading todays paper. I never really read them. I just skimmed through them until some picture or crazy headline caught my eye. Bruce sat across from me.

"So." He loudly said.

I looked up from the paper. "So?"

"Sunday."

"What about Sunday?"

"It's your birthday."

"Oh." I was genuinely shocked. It didn't feel like a year had passed. I guess when a lot happens, you don't notice the time go by.

"I was just wondering what you wanted to do for it?"

"I don't really want to do anything." I explained.

"Really?"

"Yup."

"No party?"

"Yep."

"You're only eighteen once Ashleigh."

"And I'm quite content not to celebrate it."

"Alright." Bruce looked a little disappointed. "How about a gift, what kinda gift do you want?"

"Gift." I looked at Bruce with genuine shock. "Bruce you've literally given me everything I could have ever needed in the last six months."

He grinned. "Thats my job."

"I dont need anything else."

"I know you don't need anything, but so you WANT anything?"

"How about my own house?" I joked.

"If you want one." Bruce replied, deadly serious.

"No." I quickly responded. "I'm not going to get kicked out am I?"

"Of course not."

I sighed with relief. I may be about to be eighteen but I'm in no way prepared to be on my own.

"If I was going to kick out any of my kids, don't you think Dick and Jason would already be gone."

"What's this about me getting kicked out?" Jay asked as he walked in.

"Don't worry Jay, I'm not kicking you out. Yet." Bruce assured him. "Just making a point."

"Wait," Jay leaned against the table. "I understand why your using me as an example, but why would you want to kick out Dick?"

Bruce shivered. "I have heard him say things I never wanted to hear any of my kids say."

"God." Jay yelled and slammed his head into his hands. "I'd repressed that memory."

"What happened?" I cautiously asked.

"Well there was this one time Dick and Wally were fu-" Jay began to explain.

Bruce elbowed him. "She does not need to know. No one needs to know."

I looked at the two curiously. I wonder what Dick and Wally got up to.

That night before I lay into bed, I looked at the photograph on my locker. Siobhan, Sean, and I. We all looked so happy. It felt odd, this would be the first year I'd have a birthday without Sean, and the first in years without Siobhan. I grabbed the photo and lay into bed.

That Friday I was lying on my floor, texting Cassie. "Artemis seems crazy."

"She can be, thats why her and Jay get on so well. So it's your birthday Sunday. 🎉🎉🎉" She text me.

For a moment I wondered how she knew, then I remembered that it was on my Pixtagram account. "Yup."

"You doing anything for it?"

"Not a thing."

"No party?"

I wish. "Not much of a party person."

"Dick or Steph will through you one regardless."

"Bruce made Dick promise not to and I don't think Steph even knows."

"Wait you didnt tell them its your birthday?"

"Nope. Only Bruce, Alfred, and Kate knows and I'd rather keep it that way."

"Okay, mind if I come around tommorow? We can just hang out or something to not celebrate you're birthday."

I giggled. "That'd be awesome."

"How's 12 sound?"

I yawned. "That'd be awesome. If it's alright, I'm going to go to bed."

"Goodnight Ashleigh. I'll text you in the morning."

"Night."

I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. Cassie text me the next morning and we confirmed are meet up. A little after one Cassie arrived. We got to togetehr with a couple of the other kids and played video games and chatted for hours. Cassie had to leave in a bit so the two of us headed up to my room.

I sat down on my swivel chair and Cassie plopped onto the bed. "So any idea what Bruce is getting you for your birthday?"

"Nothing, I think."

"Nothing?"

"Well he asked me what I wanted but I couldn't think of anything else I could want"

"Maybe you could ask for a car and give it to me." She joked.

"You can fly though."

"It would be a tad questionable if I FLEW to school."

"Point taken."

"Speaking of gifts," Cassie pulled a wrapped box out of her bag. "Since I won't see you tomorrow."

"Cassie you didn't have to."

"I wanted to."

I took the box from her. "Thank you. Do I open it now?"

"I'd prefer if you did." Cassie said. "You can't imagine the amount of thought you have to put into getting a gift for the child of a billionaire."

"I'm not picky." I explained, then pulled off the wrapping paper. A photo frame. A blue frame surrounded by little clouds and bats. "Cassie, its adorable."

She smiled. "The clouds were already there but i stuck the bats on cause... you know."

"Yeah, I know." I smiled. "I love it."

"Well I seen that you had that photo by your bedside and thought you might use this frame for another. Maybe you could put like a picture of everyone in in it or something.

"I don't have a picture of everyone in the house together. That'd be nice."

"That's it!" She exclaimed.

I jumped. "That's what?"

"Your birthday gift. Ask Bruce for a picture of you all together."

"I'd love that but I'd have to blow on a hell of a lot of candles for that wish to come through."

Cassie laugh was interupted by a ding from her phone. She checked the phone. "Diana's outside, I've got to go."

"I'll walk you out."

We headed down to the entrance. Cassie opened the door and prepared to leave. "I guess I'll see you again Ashleigh." She said as she stepped out the door.

"Cassie."

She stopped and turned. "Yes?"

"If you aren't busy tommorow... maybe you like to come around."

She smiled. "I'd love to."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I'll remember to bring those extra candles for the wish."

I laughed. "I'll need them."

"I won't forget." She promised. "I'll see you tommorow then."

"One other thing, when is your birthday?"

"Why?"

"So I can remember to get you that car."

She giggled and walked down the steps. I wonder if Bruce would actually let me buy her a car.

I got up early the next day and to my delight. No big deal seemed to be made of my birthday. Dick, Bruce, and Alfred wished me a Happy Birthday but that was it. Everyone else seemed clueless to it.

Around eleven Cassie arrived and her, Carrie, Harper, and I ended up in the den playing video games again.

About one Bruce dragged me out of the den. "What's up?" I asked him.

"Someones here to see you."

"Who?" I asked as we stepped out into the hall.

"Hey Ashleigh." Kate stood just inside the door. Arms open.

"Kate!" I hugged her. "I didn't know you were coming today."

"Thought I'd surprise you, considering it's your birthday." She ruffled my hair. "Happy Birthday, by the way."

"Thank you." I smiled. "How'd you know?"

"I always know."

"Bruce told you?"

She nodded. "Bruce told me."

"I felt it was necessary." Bruce added.

Kate held a box. "A little something."

"Thanks but you didn't have to."

"I know, Bruce said that. Which is why I distinctively ignored it."

Bruce scoffed. "I shouldn't be surprised."

Kate looked to Bruce then back to me. "I'll hold on to it for a little while."

"Sure." I looked to Bruce skeptically.

"Follow me." He said.

I followed Kate and Bruce towards the Dining room. "Where are we going?"

"I just want to say, that this was primarily Dicks idea." Bruce said.

Oh no. I already knew what this is. I put on a smile as we walked through the doors into the dining room. It was decorated to the nines with birthday banners and other colorful decorations. Sometimes I hate Dicks insistent to go over the top with everything.

"Happy Birthday!" Everyone yelled as I entered. I smiled at the large gathering of people. To say I was uncomfortable was an understatement. But just for a second. Before, when I had parties, it fwlt like a lot of the smiling faces were just that, smiling face, no genuine emotion behind them but not this time. This time the smiles held happiness, love. I could feel it

All the nervousness I should feel, melted away. I don't know of it was Kate's hand on my shoulder or the smiles of my family and Cassie.

I was quickly tugged to the table by Steph. In front of me sat a large chocolate cake. On it, there had to be about fifty candles. "I told you I wouldn't forget." Cassie smiled.

"Come on!" Dick shouted excitedly.

"Can't we just skip that part?" Jay moaned.

Dick ignored Jay's remark and burst into song. "Happy birthday to you!"

Dick was quickly joined by the others, even Jay mumblwd along. After the song was over, I blew out my candles. Downside of so many candles, took quite a few blows.

"So what'd you wish for?" Steph asked.

"She can't tell you, that ruins the wish." Dick said.

"I didn't wish for anything." I said. "I have everything I could ever need."

Damien scoffed. "Corny. You sound like Grayson."

Cassie nudged me. "Do it."

"Fine." I sighed. "I did wish for something."

"Anything." Bruce said.

"I wish for... a photo. Of all of us. Together."

"That's all?"

"That's all."

"That's doable." Bruce turned to the kids. Jay and Damien in particular. "Isn't it."

Jay sighed. "Just this once."

Damien scoffed. ""Yes, as Todd said."

"I shall get the camera." Alfred stated.

"No need I have one here." Steph said, handing a camera to Alfred. "I have been capturing every moment of this."

"At this point, I'm surprised you don't take pictures of us sleeping." Tim remarked.

"Maybe I do."

"I'm double checking the locks in my door tonight." Duke commented.

"I'll always find another way in."

"You are the creepiest blonde I've ever met." Jay said. "And thats not a low bar."

"But you love me for it."

Jay sighed. I turned to Alfred. "You're not going to be in the photo?" I asked.

"Someone must take the photo."

"I can take it Alfie." Cassie said.

"I will allow you to take this photo, Miss Sandsmark, on one condition."

"What's that?"

"Never refer to me as Alfie ever again."

"Fiiine." Cassie snagged the camera. "Now go join them."

"Okay," Bruce said. "Tallest to the back."

Dick, Kate, Bruce, Alfred, and Jay stood at the back in that order. Damien, Babs, me, Harper, Carrie, Duke, Steph, and Cass stood in front.

Dick picked up Damien. "Let me go Grayson!"

"Chill out." Dick said as he placed Damien on his shoulders. "Don't want you cut out of the photo.

"This will suffice." Damien huffed, pretending to be upset.

Steph turned to Cass. "Pleaaase."

"Sure." Cass lifted Steph onto her shoulder.

Bruce smiled at his children and place an arm around Alfred. I felt Kate place her hand on my shoulder.

"Say cheese." Cassie said.

"Cheeese!" We all shouted as Cassie snapped the picture.

We all walked over to her. "How's it look?"

She through an arm around my neck. "Smile."

I looked at the camera in surprise as Cassie snapped a picture. "What was that about?" I asked as Cassie let go of me.

She shrugged. "You needed a photo of us."

She handed me the camera. I looked at the photo of us. Cassie looked perfect but I had a look of absolutely confusion plastered on my face. I smiled and looked at the family picture. Everyone looked perfect in it. Even Damien and Jay were smiling. The camera was quickly passed around everyone as they looked at the photo.

Afterwards we cut the cake. I could tell by the way that Cass and Steph watched me as I took the first slice, that they had baked it. "Best cake ever." I said after I took a bite. The two girls had huge grins plastered across their faces. The cake was quickly devoured by everyone.

A pile of gifts sat on the table from each of the Batfamily. I figured I'd open them later and we went to play party games. For a moment I thought they be boring but the look on Tim's face when the donkey tail ended up pinned to his back, courtesy of Steph, proved me wrong.

Eventually we all lay up and watched some movies. By eleven everyone was clearly knackered. I could barely even keep my eyes open. Carrie was sound asleep against Bruce and most of the others weren't far behind. I was almost asleep when I felt a small weight on my shoulder.

Cassie looked half asleep as she leaned against me. Maybe she was asleep, just with her eyes open. I couldn't tell.

"Is she asleep?" I heard a voice ask from behind me.

I looked over my shoudler. Diana stood in the open doorway. "Diana." Bruce slid out gently from under Carrie and stood up. "I didn't hear you come in."

"I knocked. I assure you." She said. "No one answered, so I let myself in."

"Sorry, Miss Prince, I was preoccupied." Alfred stated.

I hadn't even noticed Alfred in the armchair in the corner. Jay was curled up beside him and appeared to be sound asleep.

"No worries Alfred."

"You've come to pick up Carrie. I assume." Bruce said.

"Yes. I'd leave her here but I promised her mother I'd bring her home tonight."

"Of course."

I shook Cassie. "Wake up."

She looked up at me groggily. "Huh?"

"Diana."

She sat up straight and looked to Diana. "Oh hey."

"Time to go."

Cassie stood up and stretched. "Sure, I'll juat grab my bag, i think it's in the kitchen." She turned back to me. "See yah Ash, and Happy Birthday."

I smiled. "See yah."

Cassie and Diana left and I looked back at the TV. I didn't recognise the movie that was on. I didn't even know who picked it. Slowly I drifted off to sleep on the couch.

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knullanon · 4 years ago

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welcome to my masterlist! also, something to remeber:

please do not repost my work! I will make a corset out of your spine if you do! thank you and have fun!

also, there are warnings for these fics! if there needs to be ANY kind of warning, do not hesitate to tell me! also some of these are old so yeah. requests can be determined if theyre open or not from my bio.

Lex Luthor:

l.d #1 (after a gala, you're ready to go back home and rest, but circumstances say otherwise)

l.d fic #2 (where you befriend a batkid at the penthouse)

l.d fic #3 (that batkid you befriended becomes a better friend, also new family)

lex luthor with blind daughter part 1, part 2:

dad luthor finds out your dating someone

dad luthor reacting to you going off to college

lex luthor headcannons (platonic)

lex luthor spaghetti

Ra's Al Ghul:

ra's al ghul comforting you

the batman who laughs:

damian sneaks into a fortress and kicks down a door (really whats in the title)

damian sneaks into a fortress and kicks down a door #2 (2nd part of the previous one!)

batfam:

after kidnaping

reader being part of titans and joining the batfam:

reader being injured by villain:

reader going to a different country for a board meeting:

reader with a symbiote:

reader with a bird whos actually a human (platonic/romantic)

reader with an obssesion with true crime (platonic)

convincing reader to stay with the batfam (platonic)

future seeing reader (platonic)

weeb reader

shapeshifting reader (platonic)

reacting to reader pulling a weapon on them (platonic)

reader whos a youtuber

reader who has abusive parents (platonic)

reactions to readers hand being kissed (romantic)

Bruce Wayne:

reader being sick and calling them dad/mom (platonic)

Dick Grayson:

being turned into a kid (platonic)

dick being a manipulative bitch

Jason Todd:

reader with strong magic abilities (platonic):

being turned into a kid (platonic)

reader with a diary (general)

funny little blurb

sister reader getting a gun

Tim Drake:

planning for his birthday (along w some batfam but mostly tim)

being turned into a kid (platonic)

general headcannons

Damian Wayne:

being turned into a kid (platonic)

insecure reader (romantic)

reader reacting to animal abuse (romantic)

funny little blurb

Diana Prince:

reader being sick and calling them dad/mom (platonic)

Darkseid:

translator from another Dimension:

platonic headcannons

Vandal Savage:

innocent reader (platonic)

lizard reader, limb wise (platonic)

Anti-Moniter:

headcannons (platonic)

Joker:

reader who switches from affectionate to cold (platonic)

MARVEL

Symbiote Stuff:

(NEW) symbiotes being assholes #1 (new and improved version of the old series below)

(NEW) symbiotes being assholes #2

(OLD)how the symbiotes stole you from one another #1 (you start to grow bored in eddies apartment, so you leave)

(OLD)how the symbiotes stole you from one another #2 (cletus drags you outside of town in the middle of the night, away from your apartment. driving away, from something.)

(OLD)how the symbiotes stole you from one another #3 (adapting to the new life knull has given you, it doesn't take long for him to start pulling strings with your emotions)

that one fic where you play uno with toxin (its literally that)

that one fic where you play uno with toxin #2 (this one is a continuation!)

that one fic where you play uno with toxin #3 (a third part!)

loki:

loki and an adorable reader

natasha romanoff:

natasha being the mom of a hydra experiment toddler

Tony Stark:

reader who loved him but now hates him (platonic)

Steve Rogers:

steve makes some lunch and bucky takes it

Steve with #100

Bucky Barnes:

black! child reader

Doctor Octopus/Otto Octavious:

New Years Eve part 1, part 2, part 3 (after being invited to a new years eve party, you would expect it to be a lot less chaotic)

little mermaid au platonic

Frank Castle/Punisher:

platonic! frank castle headcannons

INVINCIBLE

Grayson Family (Mark Nolan, and Debbie):

Flying Lessons part 1 (after an accident leaving you with new abilities and no family, the graysons happily welcome you into their new family)

reader adopted in the family

viltrumite reader

reader who always tried to escape (platonic)

platonic headcannons

older sister reader whos hiding her abilities

Nolan Grayson:

romantic headcannons

gremlin villain reader (kinda dark, platonic)

hero reader (platonic)

reader being a villain (platonic)

Mark Grayson:

relashionsip headcannons

jeaslous mark with reader (platonic)

reader with wings

platonic headcannons

Invincible bs that I forgot about (platonic)

mark grayson with an s/o like starfire (romantic)

Cecil Stedman:

powerpuff power reader (platonic)

super hero reader (platonic)

Invincible bs that I forgot about (platonic)

Duplikate:

duplikate w/ a deaf reader (romantic)

STAR WARS

platonic obiwan headcannons

The Boys:

Billy Butcher with a chubby reader (romantic)

BHNA

Midoriya Izuku:

deku with a little sibling

Bakugo Katsuki:

little sister headcannons

ATTACK ON TITAN

Levi:

reader in the survey core (platonic)

Zeke:

finding out reader is dating Yelena

Yelena:

yelena dating Zekes sister

MULTIPLE

5 dads that will whoop your ass (basically how did they kidnap you, how are they like as a dad, normal shit)

5 dads and how they react to your culture

how the dads react to you coming out as bi

#for later #masterlist

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Meeting and Dating Steven Meeks

(Not my gif)(requested by a few lovely asks )

(Keeping up the au where the school isn’t just boys only)

- You met Steven when you needed a tutor. Stevens used to helping people with their homework and gets pretty good grades so when his teacher asks him to help another student he isn't really surprised.

- He is surprised when he shows up and sees you at the table, he doesn’t know what he should do or how he should introduce himself. He isn't good when it comes to female interaction so expect that hes going to be a little awkward.

- You end up spotting him and hes forced to approach and introduce himself. You think its a little cute how hes so shy and the little blush on his cheeks just adds to that.

- During your tutoring session he stumbles over his words especially when you lean in close to him to see what he’s doing.There’s a lot of throat clearing and pulling at collars.

- You meet with him a couple more times where you can easily tell he thinks you’re cute and that he definitely wont act on it so you take the initiative. So you leave your phone number in his textbook after one of your tutoring sessions.

- When he gets to his dorm room and opens his book he finds the little slip of paper and cant help but smile.

- He tells the guys about you and they force him to call you. They’re definitely beside him trying to tell him what to say and listening in on your conversation.

- For your first date he takes you to a museum. It’s most likely in winter or fall so the walk there is pretty cold. He keeps trying to warm up your hands and offers to give you his coat even though you have your own; he actually apologizes to you like he has some kind of control over the weather.

- Once you’ve gotten inside the museum you guys don’t want the date to end so when you’ve circled the museum a total of three times you finally agree to walk around town. He buys the two of you some hot chocolate and roasted nuts or something similar from a street vendor and the two of you sit in a park together.

- Your first kiss is at the end of the date; he takes your hands in his and leans down to kiss you as you stand on the steps of the school.

- It’s safe to say you guys are dating after that.

- As much as the school thinks that you two are cute together and that Steven is a nice guy nobody understands why you’re dating him or how your relationship came to be because even though he’s sweet, he’s kind of a loser (and also doesn’t seem to have much charm when it comes to girls).

- He goes to Charlie for dating advice whenever he’s at a loss. He rarely needs any nor does he ever actually use Charlie’s advice since he isn’t as good with the ladies as he likes to think and because Steven really is a romantic at heart (although he would rather die then have the boys find out).

- Basically all of the society were raised to be gentleman and Steven is definitely no different.

- Manners; he is so sweet and polite. Your parents can’t help but love him and neither can you.

- Has actually carried you across a muddy street so you don’t ruin your shoes and clothes.

- Hanging out on the roof of the school. He’s most likely surprised you at some point by setting up a picnic up there.

- Winking at each other in class, you definitely wink at him more especially when you catch him staring.

- Blowing him kisses whenever you see him and his friends aren’t looking.

- Slow makeout sessions; he’s a very soft kisser. It’s partly because of his glasses.

- He loves cuddling so much. You guys cuddle facing each other with his arms wrapped around your waist and your legs tangled together.

- Library and study dates

- Sweet lazy mornings when the two of you are able to get away from school (when you’re on break or visiting home, etc)

- Stealing his sweaters and playfully taking his glasses.

- Nose kisses.

- Dancing together, especially when you’re in a secluded area and he can get his radio to work.

- He kisses your hand/knuckles a lot; it’s basically a habit of his at this point.

- Reading over his shoulder in the study room, at lunch or on one of your more relaxing dates (a picnic or trip to the park; one where the two of you are more just enjoying each other’s company rather than interacting)

- Trying to count his freckles when he’s busy doing work.

- Listening to the radio with him.

- He tries to impress you with his intelligence; he thinks it’s one of the only things he’s got going for him.

- He’s probably finished your homework for you when he’s gotten really excited over something and is too impatient to wait for you to finish.

- His cheeks turn a glorious shade of pink when you compliment him.

- He gets flustered whenever he sees you, even months after dating he sometimes gets caught off guard by your beauty.

- He watches/stares at you a lot; he can’t help it, he just thinks you’re really pretty.

- Usually when you guys are in class, you’ll look over at him and he’ll already be looking at you.

- You probably like to play with his hair, he has no problems with it when no ones around.

- He loves when you wear his beanies, he thinks they look adorable on you.

- Soft kisses on your neck.

- He gets aroused when you rant about something you’re passionate about. You can tell he’s getting hot and bothered because he licks his lips a lot.

- He really likes intelligence so whenever you show your knowledge on a subject he cant help but get turned on.

- He’s pretty adventurous; he’s willing to try anything once so you guys go to a lot of weird places and try new things.

- Abrupt kisses.

- He’ll walk you to class or to your dorm and start to walk away before he turns back and gives you a goodbye kiss.

- Tight hugs where he buries his face in your hair.

- Probably writes you secret messages in Latin or just speaks Latin to impress you. He’ll sometimes say something to you in Latin and when you ask what it meant it’ll be something like “you’re beautiful”.

- Laying your head in his lap while he plays with your hair.

- Laughing as he makes up raps or puts a beat to an old poem.

- He kind of thinks it’s a miracle that you’re dating him especially since you were the one to try to initiate the relationship.

- Always notices when you change your hair or get your nails done.

“No, no I really like it! It looks great on you!”

- He lets you paint his nails but wants to take it off before he goes to class.

- He loves playing in the leaves and walking around when it’s fall time.

- You get a lot of flowers or pretty weeds, he picks them whenever you guys walk around campus. You’ll be walking across one of the fields and all of a sudden he’s not beside you, he’s five feet away picking a nice yellow dandelion to give to you.

- You usually end up with them in your hair or in your shirt pocket.

- For your birthday or Christmas/Hanukkah he bought you a gold necklace that has your name on it and a few real diamonds. It’s really expensive and you have trouble actually taking it but he says how it’s like a promise ring and your heart actually melts a little.

- You guys have to see each other everyday; you have such a puppy love type of relationship but at the same time you’re like an old married couple.

- Becoming good friends with Pitts and Dalton, well you become good friends with nearly the entire society but especially those two.

- Going on double dates with Todd and Neil (yes I went there)

- You guys go out late at night and walk around the town going into different random stores; just enjoying the time spent alone and away from the stresses of Hellton.

- His parents really like you, they think you’re wonderful and bring out the best in him.

- He asks if you’re willing to have a long distance relationship before he applies to college as if you’d ever stop him from pursuing his dreams.

- Going off to a prestigious college with him or trying to get into a college that’s close to his.

- You guys get an apartment together and a bunch of fish. He prefers to get fish because you guys don’t have the time to take care of a cat or dog.

- You have a really bright future with him and everyone can see it.

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