#and jason thinks its too funny to do it for him

[inmyheaddd]

✦ the day that i met you i stared (day) dreaming ! - jason grace x reader

synopsis: you're there for tutoring, but the session has you realising the boy you had a little hallway crush on was so much more than you had thought as you both joke and banter— and by the end of it, you both have a little more heart eyes for each other wc: 1.2k masterlist

jason grace’s dorm was the first boy’s dorm you had ever entered.

you hadn’t expected your first conversation with the boy you’d silently been crushing on this whole semester to be about… physics, while sitting at his study desk.

you were here because it was around 2 weeks before your final, and your grades in this subject were… simply not where you’d like them to be. 

you asked your teacher what she thought you could do to improve— so here you were, getting tutored by her favourite student who always passes her subject with flying colours. 

it was about an hour since you'd arrived, so the awkwardness that comes with talking to someone new had dissipated.  

you had been stumped on a question for 5 minutes now— and with a large huff, you decided to scoot over to jason and show him the question to keep your sanity in tact. 

with a long glance at the question you handed him, he mumbled, “i see why one would find this difficult. it’s practically a trick question.“

your eyes shot up from the paper to his eyes, that were still looking at the paper in concentration. 

“why do they want to trick us?” you breathed out exasperatedly, shaking your head. ���thats so … evil,” you huffed, “seriously, this subject is hard enough as it is.”

“trust me, i know,” he spoke through a laugh as he met your eyes, readjusting his glasses slightly. “it is solvable though.” he said with an almost hesitant smile, wary of your hatred for physics. “i’m sure you can do it.” 

he then explained the steps to solve it, not giving away the full answer and smiling slightly when you cut him off with an understanding, “ohhh”. 

“you got it?” that little smile on his face, turned playful, instead of that polite one.  

“yeah,” you breathed out, a smile on your face, “i actually think i do!” you continued excitedly, scooting your chair back to your original place and working at the questions. 

after a few minutes of you flying through questions and small side conversations between you and jason, he was on to recapping the next topic you found difficult, scooting his chair closer to you this time. 

he was speaking, but unfortunately for your physics mark, you were not focused.

how could’ve you been, when he was so close? when you could smell the faint smell of soap on him, and an even fainter touch of cedar wood from his cologne? 

nodding attentively with low hums and one word answers, your mind (frustratingly) decided to focus on jason instead. 

you surely couldn’t have imagined the way he began running his hands through his hair more — that blonde hair that seemed a little longer than usual, but somehow even more perfect. or the way his eyes lingered on yours just a second too long for it too be normal, before averting his gaze. 

he cleared his throat a little nervously, bringing you out of your little daze. once again, he ran his hand through his hair and then adjusted his glasses. “you know, its actually pretty late,” he began, tapping the pencil in his hand on the desk absentmindedly “so i’d totally understand if you’d want to leave this topic for tomorrow, when we’re both a little more… energised.” 

he thought you couldn’t focus because you were tired? oh boy, he had it all wrong. 

you nodded regardlessly, muttering a small, “oh, yeah sure.” you made glanced at the clock on his wall, seeing that it was nearing 10pm. 

“jeez, I hadn’t even realised it got so late.” you said quietly, more to yourself than jason, but he heard anyway. 

you were both scooting out of your chairs, then standing behind them. 

jason laughed at your words response, “funny… you know what they say about time flying,” he muttered jokingly as he helped you pack your pencil case and books. 

he only locked eyes with you once he handed them to you, a little playful smile on his face. you scoffed a little in disbelief, shaking your head with a smile on your face nonetheless. 

he walked you to the door, and there you both stood, your books in hand, him standing in front of you with his forearm leaning on the wall beside him. 

“so…” you trailed off, leaning your head against the door, “same time tomorrow?” you suggested.

you watched confusion flash behind his eyes for a moment. 

then, a small laugh broke through in relief as he realised you were joking. “perhaps a little earlier,” he retorted. 

you had always thought jason was a pretty serious guy, but now, it seemed like he couldn’t stop smiling. 

however, you knew your expression around him wasn’t much different. your cheeks were already beginning to ache from the smiles. 

a small laugh fell past your lips, looking away before looking back up at him. “on a serious note, i have volleyball and you have swimming after school tomorrow…” you chewed on your bottom lip in thought, gaze on the floor. “is 5 alright with you?”

for some reason, jasons face seemed a little more flushed than it did just a moment a ago. how strange. 

he tilted his head to the side, and you could’ve sworn he was practically teasing you if you didn’t know any better. “how’d you know i have swimming after school?” 

now you were definitely the one looking flushed. you prayed your face wasn’t red as it felt. 

you cleared your throat, raising your chin. “i see you guys on your way back from the pool when we leave the court.” you told him. “don’t flatter yourself.” 

jason seemed to have found your words, or your expression, or the mix of them somewhat amusing. your eyes stayed locked for a moment before his flickered down and back up to your eyes. “you know, i actually do see you sometimes too.” 

“really?” you hummed, faking your enthusiasm. “why don’t you say hi next time?” 

“yeah? i was planning on it,” he responded back, his eyebrows raising for a second. and he smiled at you in a way that made you feel just a little dizzy. when did this boy get so… teasy?

you held eye contact for a second, before you heard a loud, muffled crash from the dorm next door which seemed to brought the both of you to your senses.

you both looked in its direction, before looking at each other and sharing a little laugh at the absurdity. 

“well i should probably go,” you cleared your throat again, standing up straight. “i’ll see you later, and thanks for the lesson, i really did learn a lot.”

“you already had it all in you, believe me.”  he countered, suddenly seeming a little shyer than he did a moment ago with the way he smiled. “but, sure, no problem.”

you laughed a little, and so did he. “goodnight, jason.”

“goodnight.” he smiled back down at you, before you turned around and he took a step back, watching you leave and closing the door behind you. 

just as you heard the door click behind you, you saw one of jasons friends next door stumbling out of the room dishevelled— the door slamming behind him. no wonder the crash came from this room. 

you both eyed each other. 

he raised a funky brow at you. then grinned slyly. 

it took you a moment, then you scoffed (while your heart beat fastened) at the insinuation, and went to hold your books out infront of you. “it’s physics tutoring, leo.” you rose your brows back at him. 

leo raised his hands in surrender, stepping back “hey, I didn’t even say anything!” 

taglist: @littlemissmentallyunstable @midiosaamor @maybxlle @imaseabear @sheisntyou @off-to-the-r4ces @anintellectualintellectual @wish-i-were-heather @hxress23 @hermesenthusiast a/n: hi guys 🥲 i havent written a fic in a hot minute,.. i know this probably isn't the best haha i do apologise buttt i hope as i get back in the groove of writing things flow a tad easier!! thank u for reading hehe

[ktkat99]

Roy- Listen to me. You're new, so you might not know this yet, but what's the worst thing about dating a Wayne?

Bernard- Uhh, Bruce's shovel talk?

Roy- No.

Bernard- The late hours they're always working?

Roy- No.

Roy- You'll never be able to steal their clothes.

Roy- They all steal each other's clothes and no one knows what belongs to who half the time.

Roy- I swiped Bruce's housecoat last Christmas because I thought it was Jason's and I still can't look him in the eye

[angstandhappiness]

LMAO YES

uhhh. bruce wayne modelling gig. have a good day 🥰

[prlssprfctn]

I awfully need a fic, where Jason gets drugged by a big dose of fear toxin and starts seeing Joker's hallucination around — kind of like Bruce in Arkham Knight game, you know — and everyone is just... confused what to do with all of it?

They can't really produce antidote because it would fuck up his mind more, so he is stuck in the cave for the next 24 hours, and no one is leaving, because they can't allow Jason to go through this alone. Again.

Jason tries to put a brave face of course (god, he is THE Red Hood, one of the most influential people in the Gotham, he can't be afraid of a stupid clown–) but the more hours pass, the less he can control his fear or anxiety. Instead of pacing around like a ghost — he did that in the first four hours — he sits down on the couch, hugs himself, and starts answering to Joker?

Yeah, he knows he is not real. He understands that feeding hallucination with conversations will not help — and Dick, the ultimate expert in handling hallucinations, really, gave him some tips on what to do — but he can't just ignore it now.

He is too scared.

He remembers what comes if he flips off Joker or stops playing by his rules, alright?

"Knock, knock!"

Joker's face is as pale and terrifying as Jason remembers it to be. And maybe it is hallucination, but he still can feel his panted, hot breath on his ear.

He is alone, of course. Or not entirely alone, but others would notice if Joker was really here, right?

"Who is this?" He whispers, sensing his family tensing a little, not being sure what to expect.

Jason either argues with his hallucination or asks to stop. Or maybe just wordlessly scraps on his temples or cheek, in the place the J scar used to be, before the Lazarus Pit erased it from his body completely, leaving no traces.

"The stray dog that can't bark! Do you know why it can not bark, Jayjay?"

"I don't fucking know," he murmurs, but the fiericness with which he screamed at this man for hours now is gone; he sounds tired even to his own ears, and it is embarrassing. "Tell me."

"Because I broke its bones with a crowbar, silly!~" Joker shakes his shoulders, and Jason can practically feel the familiar ache of shattered bones. "It– Ahahah, it is too hurt to bark! It can only whine!"

Jason laughs.

His facial expression doesn't really change — he is still frowning a little — but he laughs with a painful wheeze. Joker is pleased enough to sigh dreamily in his ear.

Good job, Jason.

"What so funny?" Dick asks carefully, a patient smile on his face — he has been trying to distract him with conversations the most; Bruce prefers to keep his silence, and Tim thinks accidental physical touches help more than talking.

"He just said a joke," Jason shrugs weakily.

"Tell it to them," Joker orders. "Let us all laugh."

He doesn't really want to. But he can't disobey. He can't allow himself to die again, and–

"Knock, knock," he clears up his throat.

"Who is this?" Tim echoes, turning his chair to him, smart eyes scanning him up and down.

"The stray dog that can't bark," Jason tugs the tips of his own hair. "Do you know why it can not bark?"

Bruce tenses in his chair. He tenses in a way, Jason thinks, he already knows this joke; he has already heard it before. He almost looks as if he wants to stop him, cut mid-sentence.

But for some reason, he doesn't.

"Uh, why?" Dick tilts his head.

"Because my– its bones are broken," Jason stutters. "You know, dogs can't really bark when they are hurt? Just whine."

He can't bring himself to laugh again, even though Joker keeps giggling over and over.

"That's not funny, Jay," Tim murmurs.

"Yeah. I guess it isn't. But if I don't laugh, he'll get the crowbar again, and I really, really want to keep barking," Jason smiles.

He tries to ignore pitful glances of his family members, and the torture continues. No one breaks his bones this time, but Jason still whines when Bruce hugs him by the end of the night, pressing to his chest.

Joker is not here anymore, but Jason still can hear his taunting whisper, somewhere in the back of his head.

You will die his son.

[fcthots]

You’re sitting on the couch of your shared apartment when Jason climbs in through the window, finally done with patrol. His entrance makes you look up from your phone. He reaches up and tugs his helmet off. His hair looks a little funny, but it also made him look good. He didn’t need the ego boost though. You can tell he had an eventful patrol by the smile on his face.

He walks towards you and drops his hand onto your arm. He lets it slide down until his hand rests on yours. He pulls your hand to his lips in greeting. “Hey, princess.” He squeezes your hand before giving it back to you.

“How was patrol?” You watch as he strips off his outer layers of gear. The display never gets old.

“Good.” He laughs. “But I have got to tell you what happened. Red Robin, Tim, smacked into Red Robin, the restaurant. It was completely by accident too. I begged Babs to get me the camera footage. She’s searching as we speak.”

You laugh at his enthusiasm and the way he laughed before he even finished the story. You ask him questions, he answers them. It continues until he goes to take his shower.

You turn back to your phone. This is where it all goes wrong, because you see a post that ruins your day. It reads, “the first time most men receive flowers is at their funeral.”

Evil. Illegal. Unacceptable. Had you really never given Jason flowers before? You swore you did but your memory came up empty. By the time you finished your existential flower crisis, Jason finished showering and called you to bed. He’s exhausted and falls asleep quickly. You, however, stay awake and plan. You will get the love of your life flowers. You will not let the first time he receives flowers to be at his funeral. You fall asleep trying to decide what flowers he would like best.

You wake up before him, getting up as gently as possible. If he wakes up with you, he’ll trap you for cuddles in his huge beefy inescapable arms, so you must be careful. You wouldn’t have been able to do it if you didn’t know Jason as well as you do.

You get ready as silently and as quickly as possible before sliding out the door. The nearest flower shop isn’t too far. You make it there and back in 30 minutes, and most of that time was spent deciding what flowers you wanted to get Jason.

You walk home with a bouquet of simple red roses with some baby’s breath sprinkled in. It’s wrapped in black paper with a read bow, a color combination you’re sure he’ll love.

You walk home a little slower, careful not to disturb the flowers cradled in your arms. The long walk leaves you to your thoughts. You wonder how Jason will react.

And then you get worried. What if he thinks it’s weird? Jason has never called you weird unaffectionately before, but what if this is what does it? Or, even worse, what if he pretends to like them but actually thinks it’s weird? You spiral a little and panic. You eventually walk head first into your door on muscle memory.

You make sure the flowers are okay before opening the door. You hide the bouquet behind your back. To your surprise, Jason is awake and in the kitchen. His morning voice greets you with a smile. “Did you just walk into the door?”

Your worry begins to fade and a smile crawls its way onto your face. “Shut up.”

He laughs and the sound makes you blush. You love him. “You did!”

“And to think I was out getting you a present.” You shake your head.

“You got me a present?” He looks a like an excited puppy.

“I got my loving boyfriend a present. Let me know if you see him.” You pretend as if you’re about to walk out.

Jason rushes over to you smiling. “Wait, no! He’s right here! Please! I want my present!”

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you thrust the flowers at him. He takes them from you, his smile softening. “Do you like them?”

He leans forward and presses a kiss to your forehead. “What are these for? They’re beautiful. I love them.” You watch him feel the petals with a gentle smile that he can’t seem to help.

You tell him about the post you saw, and how you couldn’t let the first time he got flowers be at his funeral. He pauses. “Babe. I really love the flowers. Seriously. Best gift ever. But um. The first time I got flowers was at my funeral.” He watches your face.

You lift a hand and cover your mouth. “Oh my god.” He laughs and uses one had to hug to you to his chest.

“I really love the sentiment! It means a lot! I love them so much!” He smiles into your hair as you wrap your arms around him.

“That’s why I remember buying you flowers before but couldn’t remember giving them to you. I feel terrible.”

“Don’t. This was so sweet, seriously. If it wasn’t the ass crack of dawn, I would cry.”

You laugh. “It’s past noon.”

He huffs. “Same thing. We were up until like 4.”

“This is true,” you say. “I still feel so bad though. I can’t believe I forgot you had a funeral already.”

He laughs and you can feel it in his chest. “The idea was really sweet, princess. I love the flowers. You just made my day. Nay, my week.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, you running into the door really sealed the deal.”

You push on his chest. “I hate you.”

[fromdove]

ㅤㅤㅤ ⁞ 𝓙ASON 𝓣ODD

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝓦HEN 𝓗E'S 𝓘N 𝓛OVE 𝓗EADCANONS !

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— jason todd when he's in love hcs ᵎᵎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

— jason todd x fem!reader ᵎᵎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

— count how many times I said "like"..... ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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⤷ like he doesn’t even KNOW he’s in love until someone (probably dick tbh) is like “you know you’re in love right?” and he’s like ????? no i’m not ??? i just care if they’ve eaten and sleep better when they’re around and want to hold their hand until my fingers fall off and think about them when i’m shot. normal

⤷ genuinely forgets to text back but also will fight god if you don’t text him back. but if he does end up texting back ....well. lmao. he texts like a dad. full stops. no emojis. except that one skull he keeps using wrong. he’ll go “that’s funny 💀” after telling you his ribs are broken.

⤷ he’s gruff. sarcastic. blunt. but like. his eyes go soft around you. you could say “i burnt the eggs again” and he’d be like “no u didn’t. they’re just crispy. rustic.” like yes king lie for me

⤷ he gets defensive. like. you mention someone flirting with you and he’s like “who? name? social security number?” and you’re like jason no. and he’s like jason yes

⤷ keeps so many pictures of you on his phone but they’re all like. blurry. low quality. you in his hoodie. your wrist holding a drink. the back of your head. a corner of your mouth. you're not even posing. you're just there

⤷ he doesn’t do pet names. not really. but you get "ma" or “sweetheart” when he’s worried. “doll” when he’s smug. “babe” when he’s teasing. and when he says “hey” in that soft voice when he’s holding you like you’ll disappear. god

⤷ jason’s idea of flirting is bullying. you’ll be like “do i look cute?” and he’s like “you look annoying.” but then he tucks your hair behind your ear with that look in his eyes...that makes u wanna have his babies.

⤷ he says “be safe” like a command (it lwk its..) it’s not “bye,” it’s “text me when you get home.” it’s “call me if anything happens.” if you forget?? he gets quiet. like “i wasn’t worried, i was just… gonna track your phone and kick someone’s ass. anyway.”

⤷ jason's way of saying “i miss you.” is: “you eat today?” he says “your hoodie still smells like you.” he says “my bed’s cold. you suck.” SAME THING.

⤷ won’t take medicine for a cold but will force you to drink electrolytes when you sneeze once. hypocrisy king.

⤷ you accidentally called him “baby” in front of bruce once and he almost died. like. turned into a sick victorian child and needed to lie down

⤷ he’s got a sixth sense for when you’re upset. even if you fake a smile. “you good?” “mhm.” grabs your hand “wanna talk or wanna sit in silence and I hold you?” jason todd you absolute angel beast

⤷ once you started staying over more often, he cleared out a drawer for you. then a shelf. then a toothbrush. he didn’t say anything. you just noticed. he’s making space for you in his life without words

⤷ forehead kisses. shoulder kisses. hand kisses. !!!!!!!!!!

⤷ you come home to him cooking shirtless in the kitchen. tragically dangerous. stupidly hot. there’s a gun next to the garlic bread and he doesn’t see the problem

⤷ sometimes when you laugh too hard, he just stares at you. like it physically hurts how much he loves you.

⤷and when you call him yours?? game over. he acts all cool but inside he’s doing emotional cartwheels. “my jason.” “say that again.” you say it again. he looks down and smiles like a boy who just found his first lucky penny

⤷ he hates when you walk behind him. like don’t do that. come here. he reaches for your hand. always. even if he won’t look at you while he does

⤷ gets a little grumpy when you’re too independent. like he respects it. but he also wants you to lean on him. so badly. so he just. stands there. awkward. “you sure you don’t need help?” and you’re like no and he’s like. ok. fine. and then helps anyway

⤷ if you’re cold he will hand you his jacket but make it weird. like “ugh. take it. before you get sick. not because i like you or anything. shut up.” ok tsundere

⤷ he leaves notes. like little ones. in your bag. on your mirror. “eat something.” “lock the door.” “i love you. don’t freak out.” what do you mean don’t freak out. HELLO??.

⤷ jasons love language: acts of "you'll never know i did it" service

⤷ he’s so soft in the morning. slow voice. messy hair. sleep-drunk and clingy. you try to get up and he wraps his whole body around you like a weighted blanket “5 more minutes.” it’s been 40. he’s not letting go.

⤷ once you called him "husband" as a joke. he choked on air. dropped the glass in his hand. “you can’t just—say things like that.” you’re like “it was a joke chill—” but now he’s looking at you very seriously ... like “...would you?” ;))))). bye.

⤷ reads your books. watches your shows. listens to your music. you ask “do you like it?” and he’s like “eh. it’s ok.” but he knows all the lyrics

⤷ he tries to act unimpressed when you dress up,, “not bad.” but he’s 100% staring like a man who just got punched in the soul. and when someone else notices? he’s right behind you like “they’re taken.” “jason they were just saying i looked nice—” “taken.”

⤷ if you ever hurt yourself, even by accident, even slightly, he looks like he’s gonna cry and fight someone. probably himself. probably the air. genuinely panics. doesn’t matter if it’s a paper cut or a concussion. he’s wrapping your finger like a medic in a war movie. muttering “you gotta be more careful” while pressing a kiss to your knuckles like it’ll keep you safe next time

⤷ when he misses you he gets weird. like “i don’t miss you i’m just in a weird mood.” bro you watched our favourite movie with the captions on while holding my shirt

⤷ he brings you a snack every time he sees you. always. even if it’s just gum or those little mini muffins. if you ask why he’s like “you get cranky” ok so you love me just say that

⤷ he will pretend to hate being called baby but you know the second you whisper it he goes all soft and quiet and he’s like “shut up” but he’s literally smiling into your shoulder

⤷ jason will do this thing where he pretends he’s chill about stuff but you can see his jaw tighten when someone flirts with you,,, “you should’ve seen that guy at the bar—he was totally checking you out” grits teeth “oh. cool.” 3 minutes later: “you know i’d kill for you right?” jason... no one asked dude u cant just say stuff like that outloud in public

⤷ if you fall asleep around him?? he turns into a statue. like he will not move a single muscle. not even to breathe properly. you are sacred. must not disturb

⤷ he’s so grumpy when he’s tired but the second you touch his hair he becomes a sleepy toddler. just melts. leans into you like a big heavy cat

⤷ he’d 100% wear a stupid little bracelet you made him. like with beads and charms and the string fraying. he complains about it constantly. “this is so dumb.” take it off then??? tf.. he never takes it off.

⤷ he buys two of everything you like. one for your place. one for his. “in case you stay over.” ok lover boy

⤷ he folds your laundry without being asked. but don’t expect neat folding. it’s “i threw it into a vague pile and prayed” energy. but he does it. because he saw you were tired.

⤷ he’s a “i made you coffee but don’t say anything about it or i’ll explode” kind of in love

⤷ silent love. loud actions. that’s him. he’ll kiss you on the head and then grunt when you say thank you. you’re welcome?? no. shut up. ok

⤷ he steals your shampoo. he uses your mug. he wears your hoodie and pretends it’s accidental. he wipes your lipstick from your mouth with his thumb and then stares at it like it’s a war wound. he kisses like he’s starving. like he’s trying to feel something through you. like he’s scared he’ll forget what it means to be alive if he doesn’t kiss you now, now, now.

⤷ he keeps a picture of you in his wallet. it's folded and bent and kinda stupid. you’re not even smiling in it. you’re mid-chew. mid-sentence. he says it’s his favorite. he doesn’t show it to anyone.

⤷ dates? ok. well. if you call it that. if you count 3AM diner runs and escaping cops and bleeding together in alleyways “dates.” (jason does. jason absolutely does.) he takes you to hole-in-the-wall places only he knows. he sits in the corner seat facing the door. he shares his fries. he gives you the pickle off his burger and grumbles when you make fun of his tragic bat appetite (black coffee. ketchup. protein bar. existential dread.)

⤷ sometimes he does try. flowers. dinner. something that vaguely resembles romance. but he’s awkward with it. like he’s waiting for a bomb to go off. like he doesn’t believe it’s his. like he thinks if he blinks you’ll vanish. and you’re like “jason. it’s just a tuesday.” and he’s like “yeah. i know. but i wanted to see you smile.”

⤷ walks on the outside of the sidewalk. every time. no comment. no discussion. you move there first? he moves you back. like a puzzle piece. like you belong in his blind spot

⤷ you once called him “jaybird” in front of the batfam and dick choked. jason threw a couch cushion at you. tim still brings it up. he secretly loved it

⤷ he wants to learn you. like. really learn. your moods. your opinions on olives. your sleep schedule. memorizes the way you hum when you're reading. stores it all like evidence of god

⤷ will literally look you in the eyes and say “you’re annoying” but then sit on your bed while you get ready like a very clingy cat. like. you are annoying. but also. please never leave

⤷ bites the inside of his cheek when you cry. wants to say the perfect thing. doesn’t know how. he ends up asking you “you okay?” once. then again. then again but quieter. then again while brushing your hair out of your face. he then offers you his hoodie and muttering “do you wanna hit something or do you wanna eat something” (he's trying <//33)

⤷ lets you play with his hair. but "not because he likes it" (he does he does he does). because you like it. sits still like a big grouchy cat

⤷ also: loves when you braid his hair. won’t admit it. says “i look stupid” but doesn’t take it out. sleeps with it in. you catch him in the mirror admiring it. he’s like “shut up.” ok jason

⤷ he will not tell you what he’s doing but he will do it for you. changed your headlight. restocked your fridge. paid your fine. “don’t worry about it” like ok mafia husband 🙄🙄

⤷ v protective. like obviously. but not in a “i own you” way. more like. “if anyone hurts you i will cease to exist and so will they. not necessarily in that order”

[iydiamartinx]

SAY YOU'RE SORRY

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader x Roy Harper

divider by: cafekitsune & omi-resources word count: 3.3k synopsis: In which Jason and Roy decide to fuck the bad attitude out of you.

a/n: Alrighty y'all, I haven't written smut in literal years, so try not to judge too harshly if its shitty and if you do, you can find me in a bath of holy water. To my Anon who requested this, I hope you liked it ♡ To my under 18 readers, sorry guys this one is not for you.

warnings: Dom Jason, kinda rough? Spit roast, Roy is low key a pillow princess in this, choking.

Nothing had gone right. Your alarm didn’t go off. You spilled coffee down your shirt. You were late to the meeting and got chewed out for something that wasn’t even your fault. By the time you got home, you were a live wire—buzzing with energy and on the verge of snapping.

So when Roy cheerfully called out, “Hey babe, you’re home—how was your day?” from the couch, your patience unraveled like a loose thread.

“Can you not?” you snapped, dropping your bag with a thud. “I’m not in the mood.”

Roy sat up straighter, his easy grin faltering at the mood you were in. “Okay,” he said slowly. “Didn’t mean to bug you.”

You knew he didn’t. You knew he was just being his usual, annoyingly charming self. But your temper flared again anyway.

“I’m not saying you’re bugging me,” you huffed, heading to the kitchen with a sharp clatter of cabinet doors. “I just don’t want to talk about it? Is that such a crime?”

Jason who had just come out of the shower, paused at the doorway. The towel he’d been using to dry his hair, stilling. He looked to Roy who only shrugged. 

“What was that, doll?” He asked. 

Not wanting to admit you were acting utterly shitty, you rolled your eyes. “Nothing,” you muttered.

“Doesn’t seem like nothing with that bratty attitude,” he said, his tone deceptively casual. He was giving you a chance—one last opportunity to check yourself and back down. But by now pride kept you from doing that and apologizing. 

You huffed, “I swear to God, you two are so annoying sometimes!”

The words were out before you could stop them—and you regretted them the second they hit the air. Especially, when you saw Jason’s eyes darken.

The towel slid from his shoulders, forgotten as he calmly began walking towards you. He tilted his head. “You sure you wanna keep talking like that, sweetheart?”

You blinked, your confidence faltering. “I—I… nothing,” you muttered, huffing as you narrowed your eyes. But the closer he came, the more your resolve crumbled.

“Look, I just had a long day—” you started to ramble, backing up instinctively, your voice losing its edge.

Your eyes darted toward Roy, hoping for a lifeline. But he only leaned back against the counter, arms crossed, watching with a smirk that told you he wasn’t going to lift a finger. He was enjoying the show. You were on your own.

“—I’m just tired,” you finished weakly, the words barely above a whisper as your back hit the wall.

“Mm.” Jason made a quiet sound of consideration. “Funny how tired always turns into mouthy with you.”

He was right in front of you now, closing the space with slow, unhurried steps and a confidence that made your breath catch. His thumb brushed the corner of your mouth, dragging lightly across your bottom lip. The touch deceptively gentle. 

You didn’t dare move. Didn’t dare breathe.

Jason’s eyes never left yours. “I think we need to give that little mouth something to occupy itself with,” he murmured. Then he glanced over his shoulder towards Roy, who had moved to the couch for a better view. “Don’t you agree, Roy?”

His thumb slipped into your mouth and you automatically sucked. 

“No more snapping,” he warned softly. “Unless you want us to really give you something to whine about.”

He pulled away abruptly before dragging you forward, guiding you until you were standing in front of Roy, who looked up at you with lazy interest, his arms spread comfortably along the back of the couch.

“How about you give him a kiss,” Jason said quietly, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “You were rude. Fix it.”

Your mouth opened, a protest forming—but it died in your throat when you looked at Roy again. He was watching you with that half-lidded gaze, equal parts amused and expectant.

A small pout curled your lips at the look he gave you. You fought the urge to huff as you stepped between his legs, only to gasp when Roy’s hands shot out and yanked you down onto his lap, your thighs straddling his hips with practiced ease.

“That’s better, sweetheart,” he drawled, grinning up at you. “Now weren’t we about to kiss and make up?”

You glared, refusing to let him see the way your heartbeat stuttered. In a final act of defiance, you leaned in and pressed the barest kiss to his lips—quick, dismissive.

“There,” you growled, turning your head toward Jason with narrowed eyes. “I did it.”

Jason snorted. “That wasn’t even close to sincere,” he said, crossing his arms. “Unless you want me to spend the entire night turning that pretty ass red, why don’t you try again?”

“C’mon, baby,” Roy drawled, grinning up at you. “You know you want to make it up to me.”

Jason’s voice dropped again, quiet and firm behind you when you hesitated. “Now.”

You hesitated for half a second, your pride clinging stubbornly to the remnants of your earlier mood—but it didn’t last. You leaned down and kissed Roy, intending for it to be quick, to maintain some illusion of control. But the moment he responded, deepening the kiss and easily taking control, your resolve crumbled.

You all but melted into him.

Your hands fisted in the fabric of his shirt, nails digging into his shoulders as your body shifted instinctively—grinding down against the hard bulge pressing against his jeans. You hadn’t even meant to, hadn’t even realized how that you were doing it until you’d started chasing the warmth blooming low in your belly.

Roy groaned against your mouth, hands sliding up the back of your thighs, gripping you hard enough to leave a mark. His lips were growing more insistent as the hunger between you two grew.

Your fingers slipped under the hem of his shirt, eager now. Nails gently traced the lines of his abs, teasing, light enough to make him shiver beneath you. He broke the kiss with a shaky breath, eyes glazed and lips parted as you pulled his shirt over his head.

God, he was unfair, with all those stupid golden muscles. And Jason—Jason was no better. Both of them were built like Greek gods. You glanced over your shoulder, to find that Jason was still watching you. Arms crossed, eyes dark with hunger. And when your eyes locked with his, you could practically see every lustful thought he was having and you didn’t have time to think before he moved.

He strode toward you in way that always made your heart race, one hand reached out to curl around your throat firmly. Your lashes fluttered at the touch before completely closing in bliss as his lips crashed into yours. A whimper fell past your mouth when his teeth bit down on your bottom lip hard enough to sting, the only thing keeping you upright was the grip on your throat.

Your lower half never stopped moving, instinctively grinding against Roy again, drawn helplessly toward the pleasure building fast and hot in your core. He groaned beneath you, his grip tightening on your hips—

Just as you neared your peak, both of them stopped.

Jason’s hand around your throat flexed, holding you still, and Roy’s hands locked you in place, freezing your hips before you could move another inch and denying you the friction you so desperately needed. 

You let out a loud, frustrated whine—your voice raw with desperation.

Jason chuckled darkly, eyes glittering as he and Roy shared an amused glance. “Did our little doll think she’d get to cum that easily?” 

“Sweet little dumb slut,” Roy sighed, voice full of faux sympathy, his hand brushing up your spine. “Only good girls get to cum.”

Jason hummed in agreement as he pulled away. “And you still haven’t apologized properly.”

Panic and frustration twisted together inside you. You scrambled off of Roy’s lap, reaching out to grab Jason’s arm with both hands, clinging as if you could anchor yourself to him. “I’m sorry, Jay,” you breathed, desperate, eyes wide as you looked up at him.

But he only raised a brow, expression unforgiving and far too entertained.

“Oh, no no no, doll,” he crooned, tilting your chin up with two fingers. “You wanna cum? You need to earn it. You’re going to make sure Roy gets the apology he deserves. And if I think, even for a second, that it’s not sincere enough? I’ll leave you messy and aching with no relief until you learned your lesson.”

A small, broken whimper left you as you turned to look at Roy—who was still lounging back, shirtless and smirking like the cat who caught the canary.

“You really did hurt my feelings, sweetheart,” he said with a mock pout, placing a hand dramatically over his heart. “And after I was just trying to greet my girlfriend—like the good boyfriend that I am.”

The brattiness burned at the back of your throat—you could feel it, the sarcastic little quip forming like second nature. But one glance back at Jason, still standing behind you with his arms crossed and that unreadable look on his face, and you swallowed it down.

Roy liked when you got bratty. Jason liked it too, but for different reasons—reasons that usually left you crying into the sheets with shaking thighs and a bright red ass.

Jason’s voice was smooth, commanding. “Well, doll?” he asked. “What are you waiting for?”

His hand came down gently to the top of your head, guiding you down. “On your knees.”

You obeyed, slowly sinking to the floor in front of Roy, every nerve in your body humming with tension. Your hands automatically reached for the buckle of his belt, shakily opening it before unzipping him and pulling him out. The tip was an angry red and leaking and you could practically feel your mouth watering as you licked your lips in anticipation.

Roy let out a low laugh as he noticed, his tone dripping with amusement. “Look at you,” he murmured, brushing a thumb over your cheek, his voice a teasing drawl. “all eager for my cock.”

Your cheeks flushed, but you didn’t look away—not when he was watching you so intently, not with Jason standing behind you, close enough that you could feel his heat. You shifted slightly, thighs pressing together instinctively, but Jason’s firm hand on your shoulder stilled the motion.

“Remember what I said,” he murmured, low in your ear. “You don’t get relief until you apologize.”

You swallowed hard and nodded, wrapping your hand around Roy’s length with delicate care, giving him a slow stroke as you leaned in. The tip brushed your lips, and you pressed a soft kiss to it. and another, trailing them down his shaft and back up.

Roy’s breath caught. “Mm, that’s a start,” he muttered, fingers brushing your hair back to watch more closely.

Jason crouched beside you. His fingers reaching for the hem of your shirt, helping you out of it before expertly unclasping your bra and doing the. The cool air kissed your skin, causing your nipples to harden as Jason dropped the fabric to the floor. His hand then reached down to grip your jaw, tilting your head just enough to make your eyes meet his.

“Make it sincere,” he said, in soft warningly. “Or it doesn’t count.”

You nodded, letting him guide you back to Roy’s weeping cock, lips parting as you took him into your mouth. Roy let out a deep groan at the way your mouth steadily bobbed up and down, sucking and licking his cock exactly the way that he liked with Jason’s fingers in your hair controlling the pace.

His other hand came down to tweak your nipple, pinching sharply—making you pull away from Roy with a small cry, only for Jason to shove your head back down.

“Keep sucking, doll,” Jason ordered as he shifted behind you, working your shorts and panties down.

He groaned when he caught sight of how soaked they were. “So ready for us, doll.”

A sharp smack echoed through the apartment as his hand came down hard on your ass. You yelped, body jolting from the sting on your cheek—but you knew better to stop and pull away again.

Roy let out a groan of his own as Jason tossed your wet panties to him. “You love this, don’t you, sweetheart?” he said, voice low and full of heat. “You love being used by us.”

His hand came down beside Jason’s to stroke your cheek, the contrast between Jason’s firm grip and Roy’s gentle caress sending you reeling.

Finally, Jason yanked your head back by your hair, forcing your eyes to meet his, making sure he had your full attention. “Alright doll, remember your safe word?” 

You nodded quickly, breath catching as you rasped it out. 

He nodded in approval, removing his towel to reveal his own hard cock, slightly thicker than Roy’s longer one. “Good. Two taps to slow down. Three to stop completely.”

Then he was forcing your head back toward Roy’s cock, holding you just above the glistening tip as he lined up behind you. In one smooth thrust, he entered you—just as he pushed your head down to take Roy back into your mouth. Jason timed your movements to his rhythm; when he pulled out, he pulled you up, only to thrust back in and force you back down, ensuring you were filled by both of them.

“Big breath,” was Jason’s only warning before he slammed into you and forced you to take the entire length of Roy’s cock.

Roy let out a string of curses, nearly arching off the couch. “Fuck, baby, I can feel that throat squeezing my cock,” he groaned.

You choked, eyes watering as Jason kept holding you down, his cock buried deep inside you. “Hold it… hold it…” Jason warned, though his own breath came out strained as he felt your pussy fluttering around him, as you struggled to obey.

Just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, Jason pulled your head back and pulled out, and you let out a rasping gasp—a trail of saliva connecting from your lips to Roy’s cock. 

“What do we say?” Jason crooned,

“I’m sorry!” you gasped, the words tumbling out in a desperate breath, as you still struggled to catch your breath.

Jason arched a brow, clearly unimpressed. “I don’t know if that felt sincere enough,” he murmured, glancing over at Roy. “What do you think?”

Roy’s smirk deepened, eyes gleaming with mischief as he leaned back, content to keep using her mouth. “I think she can do better.”

Before you even had a chance to protest, Jason was shoving you back down onto Roy’s cock, using your mouth like a fleshlight to work him over before holding you there once again. Your nose pressed against his pelvis, his length buried deep in your throat.

You moaned when Jason thrust back into you, his cock hitting all the right spots. His free hand snaked around to your front, fingers gathering your wetness before sliding over your clit in small, rough circles. The vibrations of your moans made Roy groan brokenly.

“Fucking hell, sweetheart,” he gasped, one hand gripping the couch as he gestured for Jason to pull you back—just enough for the tip to rest on your tongue. “I’m gonna cum in that pretty mouth. You gonna swallow it all for me? Show me how sorry you are, yeah?”

You nodded desperately.

“Then get to work.”

You didn’t hesitate. You went right back down, mouth working hungrily, doing everything you could to please him.

Both Roy and Jason groaned at the sight. Jason’s thrusts grew rougher, harder, and his fingers on your clit moved faster. You were close—so close—and Jason knew it.

“You don’t get to cum until he does,” he warned.

You nearly whined but swallowed the sound before it escaped, doubling your efforts to make Roy fall apart first. His breathing grew ragged, head tipping back against the couch as his hands tightened in your hair.

“Shit—just like that,” he groaned, voice low and unraveling. “Don’t stop, sweetheart.”

His thighs tensed beneath you, muscles straining as he fought to hold on, but your mouth was relentless, your tongue and lips working him desperate to get him to break before Jason got you too. His eyes fluttered shut, jaw clenching.

Then he broke.

A sharp gasp escaped him, hips stuttering as he came undone, fingers threading tighter in your hair as his voice cracked with a rough, “Fuck—baby, yes.”

You held him through it, never pulling away, your mouth obedient and soft as you swallowed everything he gave you, just like he asked. Only when he finally slumped back into the couch, chest heaving and hand loosening, did Jason speak again behind you.

“That’s more like it,” Jason murmured, his breath warm against your back. “Now let’s see if you’ve actually earned your reward.”

In one swift motion, he pulled you up, guiding your body forward until you were bent over Roy, who immediately latched onto your tit. Jason shoved back into you roughly, his pace brutal and relentless. Each thrust sent jolts of pleasure coursing through your body, pushing you closer to the edge with every movement.

Now that your mouth wasn’t occupied, there was nothing to muffle the sounds pouring from your lips—raw, breathless cries of pleasure that filled the room. Your eyes rolled back, body trembling as Jason’s hand tightened around your throat.

“What do you think? Was she a good enough girl with that apology?” Jason grunted, glancing down at Roy.

Roy moaned in approval, pulling away with a noisy suck, lips trailing wet across your skin. “Mmm, yeah… I’d say so.”

“I’m not so sure..” Jason groaned.

“Please, I’m sorry!” you cried, voice cracking as you squirmed beneath them. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

“For?” Jason prompted, tone still sharp, still testing.

“Being a brat… and mean to Roy—and you. Please, please, please,” you babbled, nearly sobbing now, the words tumbling over each other in a desperate plea for mercy, for release, for something.

“I think she’s learned her lesson,” Roy replied lazily, watching your blissed-out face with a satisfied smirk. “Look at her.”

“You want to cum, doll?” Jason asked, his voice low and teasing, though he too was at the edge of his control. 

You nodded rapidly, the desperation etched across your face. Words tumbled from your lips in a breathless rush, half-formed pleas and broken whimpers, barely coherent, barely registering what he asked.

Roy’s fingers barely brushed your clit, and you came undone with a loud, broken cry. Jason’s grip on your throat loosened, allowing you to collapse against Roy’s chest. He caught your trembling body easily, crooning soft words of encouragement in your ear as his fingers threaded gently through your sweaty hair.

Jason wasn’t far behind. With a low, strained groan, he followed you over the edge a second later, his hands gripping your hips as he buried himself one last time.

For a long moment, no one moved. The apartment was filled only with the sound of your heavy breathing as the three of you slowly came down from the high. Your body was still trembling, weightless and spent.

Then Jason moved, careful and slow as he pulled out. A quiet hiss slipped from his lips at the loss of warmth,

Meanwhile, Roy gathered your boneless body into his arms, cradling your smaller frame effortlessly as he rose to his feet.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he murmured against your hair, his voice warm and soothing.

You hummed sleepily, eyes barely open. “I really am sorry,” you whispered, words soft and sincere.

Jason leaned down, brushing a kiss to your forehead with a smirk still tugging at his lips. “We know, doll,” he said, tone laced with affection and amusement. “But if you ever forget… we don’t mind teaching you another lesson.”

[demonic0angel]

Hi. Uhhh I thought this ask was funny so…

At some sort of event where both the bat fam and the phantom siblings are there. (How they’d know each other is up to you) one of the phantom siblings drops a bombshell about their lore and they continue on like it didn’t happen. But the one to do it isn’t one of the Dannys or Dan it’s Jazz. Cause Jazz is just as feral as the other three and I need to see it. Cause she is Danny “I like to drop lore bombs on people over dinner.” Feton’s sister.

I thought this was funny so uh here. *Shoves ask on a silver platter at you and runs away.*

(*eats the ask so fast that I choke on the platter like a seagull that doesn't know its limits*)

They all congregated around the food table, chatting and gossiping.

"Did you see that fucking haircut?" Jason said with a snicker. "His parents don't give a fuck about him."

"Not a single goddamn bit," Steph said.

Bruce hummed. "That's not very nice," he said, though he looked like he agreed wholeheartedly.

Dani leaned in and asked, "Which one is the one who tried starting a gang in Crime Alley but couldn't because she was a nepo baby and everyone was too embarrassed to join her even though she had a lot of money?"

Tim chuckled and pointed. "That one."

Danny laughed. "Hah! I can't even imagine that! No one joined, even though she had money?"

Jason joined him, almost cackling. "Right?! She has a reputation of being bad luck in business too, it's literally a thing. She sank three different companies before no one bothered hiring her, so when she made a gang, no one joined."

"And in Crime Alley? It's literally a meme now," Stephanie said with a grin.

"Can't imagine starting something and failing because no one wanted to follow me," Jazz said then, an amused smile on her face.

"Yeah," Dani snorted. "Because you successfully created a cult in Danny's name."

It was like a record scratch as everyone paused, but none of the Nightingales noticed, continuing on.

Danny groaned. "Don't remind me! I can't believe it became so popular that it's the most practiced religion amongst the dead! Do you know how embarrassed I feel when one of my worshippers come up to me and start kissing my hands?!"

Jazz beamed. "I'm a very good cult leader."

"Until I had to overthrow you for it," Danny snarked back.

Jazz continued, "Still, I had a good run being Queen Regent of the Infinite Realms until that happened, right?"

"The second only human in a seat of power within the Ghost Zone and also the only human to have completely changed the laws of the Infinite Realms? I'd say it's pretty good," Dani mused.

The rest of the Waynes & Co. stared at them in shock and confusion. None of the Nightingales seemed to think it was strange that Jazz Fenton, one of the Arkham psychiatrist and sister of Phantom, was a cult leader. And a successful one too.

Stephanie looked around and then asked, "So I'm not hallucinating this conversation, right?"

[rose-writes-for-march]

March for More: Are you... stuck?

MASTERPOST

Danny giggles, feeling the sand scrape against his underbelly as he shifts his tail slightly. He’s cramped where he lays under a reef with his fins all bunched up on the rocks. Moving removes only a smidge of his discomfort, but Danny refuses to move, not until he’s won his game.

“DANNY!” The yell calls out again, closer than it’s been in hours, and Danny has to cover his mouth when he sees a black and blue tail dart by his hiding spot. “Where are you, little one? It’s late; please come out!”

Danny thinks Dick sounds too worried for what is just a simple game of hide n’ seek. Though, the older mer is always worried for the silliest things. Just remembering how frantically Dick swims after him whenever he gets too far brings another, louder giggle bubbling up his throat.

For his laughter, Danny is faced with the black and blue tail just outside the opening. “Danny? Baby, was that you? Are you here?” Dick’s tail jerks and sways wildly as he swims around the coral, trying to find Danny’s spot. Danny forgets everything about being quiet to laugh after the third time he sees Dick swim by without seeing him. “Danny, this isn’t funny, please. We have to go!”

Danny still laughs, but he slides every so slightly forward, wincing as his tail catches on the rock. “You’re so silly! I’m right here, see?” He sticks his hand out right as Dick passes by, waving it with a giggle.

“Oh, baby, there you are! You had me worried sick, do you even know how long its been? You missed lunch and everyone has been searching for hours! How did you even get out this far…” Dick grumbles and whines, tail flicking in idle worry as he peers into Danny’s hiding spot. He pauses as he sees the conditions Danny has found himself in. “Are you… stuck?”

Danny huffs, “Of course not! I could’ve left at any point.”

“Right, okay, prove it.”

Danny glares at Dick’s self-assured smile and wiggles his tail, pressing his hands against the rock to push himself forward. “Ouch!” He hisses, relaxing his body to stop the pain in his back. Looking back, he can see a sharp protrusion of rock pressed into his back and wrapped in his fin from all his shuffling.

He can feel the whine in his throat and the answering coo from Dick. “Oh, baby, its okay. Let me help.” He reaches in as Danny ducks his head, gently untangling his fin. “You’ve got to be more careful, Danny. Your fins are still growing, they need gentle care or you won’t be able to swim with all the big mers one day.”

“I know…” he pouts, purring softly as Dick easily slips him out of his hiding spot. “But I was being chased, I didnt know what else to do…”

“Chased? That damn shark again, right? I’ll tell Bruce to deal with it, though maybe Jason is a better option…” Dick hums and haws as he holds Danny to his underbelly, swimming gently forward. Danny knows they’re heading back to the den, can smell his family as they get deeper into their territory.

The little mer lets his eyes close, tired from the exertion and long day. “You’ve gotta stay awake, baby. You still need to eat, remember?” Dick laughs softly, running his claws through Danny’s hair. “Oh, whatever. Sleep, I’ll wake you up once we’re back home.”

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

MICHELLE PFEIFFER- J. TODD

day fourteen of the june bug masterlist

pairing: older! mechanic! jason x innocent! fem reader

word count: 1.6k

summary: your car starts acting funny in the middle of nowhere, with no cell service or tow trucks in sight. you do the only thing you can do- wave now the nearest truck and pray for the best. luckily, your prayers are answered, because the man helping you turns out to be jason todd, a mechanic whose pretty... good with his hands.

warnings: SMUT! smuttiest of the smut, heavy praise kink, pet names, not manipulation per say (maybe a little but its jason todd who cares he can do whatever he wants to me) - but a power imbalance? (reader really has to rely on jason), daddy kink, finger sucking, degration/ heavy dumbification, manhandling and huge size kink

i was rlly horny when i wrote this lol. but im proud and happy with it :)

 “and everythings easier way out west, wholly mad and half undressed, i love the way it always feels to miss you. i tell all my friends everything you do, a sick obsession that i still try to prove- and but it's no good, cause who am i without you?”- michelle pfeiffer, ethel cain 

This was probably one of the worst things that could be happening at this very moment.

And of course, it had happened to you.

Here, all alone- in the hot summer heat, your tire gone flat. On the hottest day of the year, barely a tree for shade and your car already low on gas- you realized you had hit a new all time low.

Tears spilled out from the corners of your eyes, the humid wind brushing them away as you stepped out of the car- pulled off on the side of the road.

You had a spare tire- but you didn't know how to put it back on.

Needless to say, you could try.

There was no cell service out here to call for any means of help, as you were in the deep country, surrounded by hay bales and brush.

Your lower lip quivered, and you braced a hand on the car, as if your touch could magically fix the issue. You had to be a big girl, and figure this out yourself, you told yourself- but god you just wanted to sob more than anything.

Then- as if God himself had heard your call- a truck came up over the bend- leaving a trail of dust in its wake. All you could think to do was stand on your tippy toes, trying to get the driver's attention as you waved.

Please. Please stop.

And he slowed.

You could just make out his figure, tall and large, built of solid muscle. He looked strong. He could lift the tire, knowing damn well you couldn't by yourself.

His truck engine sputtered to a halt as he parked behind you, and you were so relieved you started to cry again. He stepped out, streaks of grey in his darkened hair, tattoos snaking around biceps that were the size of your head.

He was old enough to be your father. But his eyes were so pretty, all warm and coaxing as he approached you, as if you were a startled dog.

“Hey sweetheart what's going on?”

His gaze instantly dropped when he got close enough to see the tears staining your cheeks, rushing to place a hand to your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Awh little fawn don't cry. Shh, shh it's alright. What's going on? Why are you here all by yourself?” he asked softly, as you tried to pull yourself together.

“I was just driving and I just- my car-”

”Hey, hey calm down. It's okay. I promise.” he smiled and you nodded, wiping your fresh tears.

“I got a flat tire and I don't know how to put on the new one. And it's too heavy for me to grab and I just-”

You sighed, trailing off, kicking the ground.

“Well you’re in luck, fawn, I happen to be a mechanic. M’ Jason. Jason Todd.” he rubbed your arms in a soothing motion, forcing you to look up at him, staring into his intoxicating blue eyes.

“I’m Y/N. Thank you, so, so much Mr. Todd.”

“Oh god don't call me that. You make me sound old. I don't need reminders.” he teased, making you giggle.

“There's that pretty smile. See? It's alright fawn. Let me just get your spare, okay?”

You nodded, stepping aside to let him do his thing. He was so large he seemed to tower over your little camino, lifting the tire with ease from the trunk. You watched in awe as he hoisted it up onto his shoulder as if it weighed nothing.

A drip of sweat trickled down his bicep, tracing the ink on his skin and you caught yourself ogling like a cartoon character. You wouldn't be surprised if little hearts fluttered around your head, and you trailed behind him as if he was a fresh pie through an open window.

Stranger danger was a foreign concept today, but honestly, you didn't like to think about that danger.

Everyone was nice, at least you liked to think so. And Jason was super nice.

Stopping to help you fix your car? He just seemed to be the nicest man in the whole wide world.

A cluck of his tongue and a sigh broke you from your lovesick trance, and you peered over his shoulder as he crouched, examining the tire with a shake of his head. “Is everything okay Jason?”

He sighed. “M’afraid not fawn. This tire is no good either.”

“Oh! Well…what's wrong with it?” you asked timidly, trying to get a better look. He blocked your view from the commotion though, sweeping you up with his syrupy voice and southern charm.

“Nothin you need to worry your pretty lil head about darlin. But, I dont think it's safe to drive on. Do you wanna come with me to my shop and we can grab a new one and come back?” he asked, empathy rolling off him in waves you were swept up in.

Why couldn't you trust him? He was nurturing, wanting only the best for you. Plus, wasn't it dangerous for a little girl like you to be out here all alone?

You would be safe with Jason, he was a nice old man who probably just wanted to keep you hydrated and out of the sun- and any bad onlookers who would lure you in their trap.

There was no question to be asked, no second guessing.

You felt yourself nodding, happy and eager for him to lead you, a large hand on your lower back, all warm through the thin fabric of your little white dress.

“Good girl. No more tears, okay? I got you sweetheart.”

·•—–٠✤٠—–•· ·•—–٠✤٠—–•·

“Look at you, pretty lil thing. All those pretty tears.” Jason cooed above you, pounding into your tight cunt so hard you started to see stars.

All that could be heard was his sweet praises and gentle coos, mixed with the sound of skin slapping and your short gasps, and gentle moans. You couldn't help the tears from falling again as he splayed you out on a workbench, dragging you to the edge and splitting you in two.

He was so big and thick you couldn't think straight, and with the pace he was setting- it was as if he had no sign of stopping. You felt his thumb brush away the salty tears as you hiccuped, moaning as he slipped his fingers in your mouth.

You instantly sucked them, pacifying yourself as a means of grounding.

“Atta girl. Daddys gotcha.”

You clenched around him at the name he gave himself, and he chuckled lowly. “Oh you like that, don't you fawn? You like when Daddy takes care of you? Makes things all better, cause you're too lil to figure it out yourself?”

You nodded, eyes fluttering closed as he thrusted even harder, balls slapping your ass as the bench banged against the wall, making the tools above you jolt.

He had you wrapped around his finger.

That was the plan all along of course. He was always keen to help a stranger, but you? He knew he couldn't leave you, just quite yet.

So yes, he had told you there was an issue when there truly wasn't- but could you blame him? How else was he supposed to take care of you the way you so desperately deserved?

Jason could tell as soon as he saw the quiver of your lip and the anxious fidgeting with the hem of your dress that you had needed this- needed him for a while. And he was more than happy to oblige to your needs.

He watched as your legs started to quiver from pleasure, like a little newborn fawns. His little deer.

A thin line of spit trailed his fingers as he pulled them away, letting your whines and moans get louder. You clawed at his biceps, gripping them tight as his pace refused to falter.

Daddy daddy ohhh- Was all you could muster out, and he wanted to keep it that way.

“Yeahhh sweetheart just like that. Grippin me so tight- s’like you were made for me hm? You needed someone to take care of you baby? To split this lil cunt in half like she deserves?”

You nodded absentmindedly as you let the pleasure wash over you- holding onto him as if he were your savour.

He was- your savior. And he’d be damned if he’d let you forget it.

“Gonna cum please daddy can I-”

“Can you? Oh look at you, using your manners without me even reminding you. You’re such a good girl baby, go ahead n cream around this cock lil fawn.”

You cried, wails bouncing off the walls- sounding like sweet music to his ears, as if it was coming from his old radio in the corner he’d whistle a tune to while he worked.

But your sounds were much, much better. So sweet and delicate- your face all contorted in pleasure, nose scrunched, eyes clenched shut as you let go around him.

All he could do was coo at you, his sweet little girl, planting soft kisses to your face. You were so soft and gentle to him on the ride over, thanking him endlessly, clenching your thighs as he dared to slip a hand down to rest on your thigh.

Swooning over him, like a love sick puppy.

He didn't miss the way you stared at him when you thought he wasn't looking. And maybe it was wrong, for him wanting to corrupt such a sweet angel like you, so innocent and eager to do right by him for a simple gesture of kindness.

But he couldn't help himself.

And this? Peering down at the bulge in your stomach from where his cock rearranged your insides?

This was payment, and then some. 

[ditzydoe444]

okay but im just thinking about perv!jay having to teach puppy!reader how to properly please him because she’s just so stupid and doesn’t know how to take a dick as big as his :(( and hes all mean about it too!! making her sputter and drool all over his dick when he teaches her how to take him or pinning her down with his weight as he literally splits her in half!!

— your (new) fav, 🍓 (if thats not taken!!)

MDNI 18+

pervet!jason x puppy!reader

jason todd smut

a/n: you’ve been added as 🍓 anon!! :))

“just gotta relax sweet thing,” jason cooed as he was in between your thighs, you laying on your back staring at him with your wide puppy eyes. “all you have to do is lay down and take it, don’t cry”, his hands rubbed against your thighs softly for reassurance despite his slightly mean tone.

“you’re gonna be fine,” he said lowly, as he nudged his fat tip towards your entrance. slowly, he sank an inch into you, your warm wet folds greeting him in. “so tight, not gonna be hard, just need you to be all dumb for me ok?” his hands gently squeezing your stomach. you were so goddamn right he could’ve came right there and then.

it was hard for jason to control himself, he was a big 6’5 man who was 250lbs, he could fuck you into oblivion if he wanted. though hearing your small pathetic whines broke him from his trance, remembering how you would struggle to take him in. “s-so big!” you whined, attempting to wiggle away, but jason had you pinned down.

“take it sweet thing, you’ve done it before,” it was true, you’ve taken him before, but that doesn’t make it any less harder. no matter the almost of foreplay could ever make you fully prepared for his sheer size. he was just too damn big. “j-jay!” you cried, the stretch was slightly painful, though the feeling of being filled by him was enough to make you roll your eyes back.

jason was not in the mood for your tears, all you had to do was lay there and take his cock like slut, clearly, you were too damn dumb and pathetic you couldn’t even do that. “you’re already halfway,” his voice sharp and deep. although, that wasn’t what you wanted to hear, “j-just halfway?” your eyes widen. your cunt was being stretched beyond possible, being split into half and he wasn’t even fully in?

jason let out a low chuckle, “i know, but you’re a big girl aren’t ya? you can take me.” jason knew how much you hated being looked down on, even though you struggled to take him in, you would never back down. “so damn dumb and can’t even take something as simple as dick,” jason grunted as he sank in, the remaining inches disappearing between your felt folds.

“j-jay!” you moaned pathetically, but jason didn’t care anymore, not when he could feel you clenching around him. “don’t ya dare fucking move, if you, i’ll pin you down and fuck you hard.” he warned, his tone was clearly not up for negotiation.

it wasn’t long before any type of self restraint was gone, jason balls deep in you, his thrusts hard and deep hitting all of your sweet spots. the room was filled with the bed creaking, your pathetic whines and skin slapping against each other. “such a dumb puppy aren’t ya?” he teased seeing how your eyes rolled, your mouth pathetically open in an ‘o’ shape. it was funny how dumb you could get just from his dick alone, and you were already so damn dumb to begin with.

“t-too big,” you whined as you started seeing stars from the sheer size of him. “and you are too damn dumb, shut up and take it,” he grunted, his thrusts harder as his balls hit your ass cheek.

“i love splitting this pretty little cunt open,” he groaned at the sight. “and i love its dumb owner.” you were his girl, his obedient sweetheart who would get fucked dumb beyond belief behind closed doors.

[ahqkas]

hey goergous!! I've been BINGING your writing on the batboys and I absolutely love them!! Is there a chance you can do Costco runs with the batboys? Weird idea but I was just at Costco and was thinking about it hahaha!! Thank you!!! ❤️🦇

♯HEAVEN IS A PLACE ON EARTH WITH YOU ( the batboys accompanying you to costco ! )

— gn!reader, bruce & dick & jason ( separated ), i had to google what costco is so i hope i got it right !! fluff, this is so short i’m sorry 😣

© ahqkas — all rights reserved. even when credited, these works are prohibited to be reposted, translated or modified

. . . BRUCE WAYNE !

THE MERE IDEA OF BRUCE WAYNE IN SUCH A SHOP WAS AS SURREAL AS ENDEARING. it happened during a simple saturday morning, still when many people were busy sleeping in, when you got to the task at your hand: grocery shopping.

you glanced over at your company, noting how his well tailored black sweater and dark jeans contrasted with the whole place and its contents. his classy clothing looked so out of place among the sea of puffy jackets, hoodies, and sneakers. yet, as always, he didn’t seem to mind. he almost looked comfortable ( if you could call the expression on his face by that word ) by your side, but you had your suspicions it was only because he was with you.

he pushed the cart with one hand, his other resting warmly on your lower back as he guided you through the place like he knew exactly where to go. you’d begged him to come with you—not because you couldn’t do it alone, but because you were curious about him in such a place. the idea of bruce wayne, a billionaire who owned sprawling estates and could have groceries delivered with a snap of his finger, was far too good to pass on.

bruce picked up a bulk-sized box of protein granola bars and studied it like he was deciphering a riddle from the riddler himself. “do we eat these?”

you tilted your head towards him, eyes flickering between his handsome face and the bars in his hands. he managed to look good even under those fluorescent lights. “i eat them. you inhale them after your patrols.

a flicker of smirk danced on his lips while his free arm tightened around your waist, tossing the box into the cart with a nod of his head. “point taken, sweetheart.”

. . . DICK GRAYSON !

the idea to shop at costco was his.

it was funny to watch him move through the shop, one hand pushing the cart while he held your hand with the other. ( “costco? are you kidding? i love costco,” he’d said with excitement filling his voice, practically dragging you out the door before you could protest. ) . now, you were strolling through various aisles with your boyfriend. dick was dressed in his usual hoodie and jeans, although you knew he was hiding his suit under the casual clothes. his blue eyes sparkled whenever he discovered something that was ‘essential’ for your home.

“do we really need a 10 pound tub of peanut butter?”

“we do now.”

it was nice seeing him like this, doing normal things like shopping for once. he scanned the rows of fresh fruit like a normal guy instead of the acrobatic vigilante who swung through blüdhaven’s skyline every night. dick picked up a bag of green apples and tossed it into the cart. they’d bruise, no doubt. “do you approve of these?”

“i approve of anything that gets you to eat actual food instead of protein bars and instant noodles,” you pinched his biceps, feeling the muscle flex under your touch.

he swatted your hand away. “hey, i make a mean bowl of mac and cheese.”

“you mean you open a mean box of mac and cheese.”

dick shrugged with an ashamed smile on his face, hand reaching out and picking up a tub of pre-cut pineapple. “there. that’s balance right here. carbs and fruit. meal prep done.”

. . . JASON TODD !

THE TRUNK OF YOUR CAR GROANED UNDER THE WEIGHT OF WHAT FELT LIKE AN ENTIRE GROCERY STORE as jason hefted yet another bag onto his shoulder, the plastic handles straining under the bulk of sparkling water. his leather jacket creaked with the movement, and a few stray strands of his dark hair fell across his forehead as he turned to you with a playful look on his face.

“explain to me again,” he drawled out lowly, “why two people need this much stuff?”

you shrugged your shoulders and leaned casually against the car while sipping your iced coffee, looking far too pleased with yourself ( which you kinda were ). “because it’s costco, jay. you don’t go in for just a few things. you go in, black out, and come out with a year’s supply of paper towels and enough food to survive the apocalypse.”

your boyfriend huffed a laugh at that, shaking his head as he grabbed another bag, this one balanced with a carton of eggs and a bag of frozen chicken nuggets. “pretty sure you’re prepping for more than just the apocalypse. you’ve got enough granola bars in here to feed an entire boy scout troop.”

“don’t act like you’re not going to eat half of those on your next patrol.”

jason ate like he was the entire boy scout troop.

“fair point,” he admitted and you watched as his lips twitched into a smirk. jason had this way of making even the most normal activities feel like they were charged with a kind of electricity. the way he moved, the way he joked — it all carried that signature side of him.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Batboys with reader who has a silly collection of stickers and puts them over their faces, their suits or their weapons (most of them with silly encouraging phrases to cheer them up lol)

Dick

He bought you a set of stickers once and ever since it’s been his ultimate downfall but in the most humorous way possible.

Dick has a sense of humour, he didn’t mind a couple of stickers here and there, even going so far as to keep the cute cartoon mushroom stickers that you’ve left on his escrema sticks as your personal touch on his belongings.

He even once woke up to a face full of them and when he asked your reasoning as to why, you only shrugged your shoulders and said ‘I thought it’d be funny to see how many stickers I can put on your face without waking you up.’

Dick takes the whole thing in stride and in good faith and loves the fact that you went out of your way to cheer him up through your cute but inspirational stickers. It was almost as though you knew that he needed a little pick me up that day and did so tenfold by coating his hands in stickers that reminded him of your deep care for him and his mental health.

So nowadays Dick doesn’t mind waking up just to see his face covered in stickers and instead smiles and goes about his daily routine as though nothing was out of the ordinary.

Jason removed his red helmet from his hand and could only stare at the stickers that littered across the sides and back either a blank stare as Roy practically pissed himself with laughter.

‘You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, how did I not see this?’ Jason muttered under his breath, scratching at sticker of a cartoon Robin holding a stick in its beak.

‘Oh there’s nothing to be ashamed of in a little self expression Jason,’ Roy snickered, ‘but I didn’t peg you as the type to collect stickers and cute ones at that.’ He then points to a particular sticker on his helmet of a cat hanging from a branch followed by the saying; just hang in there.

‘piss off.’ Jason told him. He knew something was a miss but didn’t know what it was and now that he knew, everything was starting to make a bit more sense. For starters you didn’t kiss his helmet like you usually did before he left of patrol, almost as though you didn’t want to ruin something on his helmet that he didn’t see, at least not at that point in time.

He should’ve known because you’ve pulled this stint with his guns before in the past but what you didn’t know was that he kept a few that were now a little worn and faded. So while he appear a little peeved that you have took it upon yourself to decorate his helmet, he was a sentimental guy deep down who loved anything and everything you’ve given him and treasures it with his entire heart.

Jason’s a secret sap when it comes to you and knows that he’ll come to laugh at all this at a later date as he recalls all of it to you when he comes home, already envisioning your reaction when he’d inevitably calls you out on it, knowing that he could never stay mad at you for very long. He physically couldn’t and refuses to when all you were trying to do was lift his spirits.

You were too sweet for him but he wouldn’t want it any other way.

Damian

Wants you to take them off at first, how was he meant to be taken seriously if he was covered head to toe in stickers, ridiculous.

He thinks them childish unfortunately

However when you do stop putting your stickers across every one of his belongings for a brief stint, he begins to realise the true intended purpose behind them, and would begin to leave subtle hints that he wanted you to go back to coating everything he owned in stickers in his own way of apologising.

He’s stubborn but he cares for you and what you meant to him and if planting stickers on the sheath of his sword on the premise to uplift his spirits, then who was he to stop you from doing so. He wasn’t use to someone going out of their way to try and cheer him up and was more use to isolating himself from everyone in his room and just draw out his innermost feelings.

So you covering his face, suit and or weapons with stickers with cute and uplifting words was something he needed time to get use to, but once he does he tries to keep the stickers that had long served their purpose within the pages of his sketch pad as a keepsake of your thoughtfulness towards him.

This portion of his sketch pad is kept under a lot of secrecy on his part but you find it eventually because of course you do.

Damian wasn’t use to someone caring about him as much as you did and in a more unique way than littering the hilt of his sword in stickers made to make his day just that a little better. Damian, much like Jason, keeps a sticker or two on his weapons but in places where it would be harder for others to spot and would run his thumb over it whenever he felt that he needed your presence.

Tim doesn’t mind you putting stickers on his stuff, he’s pretty much unbothered by it and would just accept the fact that this was your way of saying that you’re thinking of him and his well-being. Tim knew you well enough to understand what you were trying to say through your stickers from the stickers you used consistently.

However due to his egregious sleep schedule lead to many instances where he would wake up to his face covered entirely in stickers, and at first he thought it was the lack of sleep that was making him see things but soon realised that his face was indeed covered in stickers, and would silently stare at you through the mirror as you tried hard not to laugh.

He threatens to plaster your face with stickers next time, he does follow up on his promise but that’s a story for another time.

To Tim it was almost as if you had just made up an entirely new way of communication through stickers, he’s even got them categorised based on their subliminal messages and what you were trying to tell him through them.

He appreciates the stickers and would even find himself smiling at them on the odd occasion and run his fingers over them gingerly as to not accidentally peel one of them off. He loved your unique way of cheering him up and would get a little sad when he sees that someone them were starting to fade or become worn, only to feel a warmth spread throughout his chest when he saw new stickers next to the places of the old ones.

Each and every sticker had it’s sentimental significance to him and if Tim were to ever find out that you didn’t have anymore stickers to spare, he would buy you more sets and act like he didn’t have any part in this despite the parcel having his name on it.

[l0vergirls]

just a little something that's been on my mind for a while now, like it's actually rotting my brain.

cw: stalking, a bit nsfw near the end, just general yandere stuff, not proof-read!!!!! so sorry if its a bit messy !!!!

★ (romantic) yandere!batfam x reader

imagine being the shared darling of the batfam.

it only takes one of them for the rest to fall in love with you, too.

let's say you meet tim during one of the days he actually decides to go to class, and he's thanking the heavens he did.

slowly, he starts to integrate himself into your daily life, and into your friend group. they all love him, of course. who wouldn't love the kind, funny, and handsome tim drake?

during all of this, he'd already told his brothers about you, and because they can't hide anything from bruce, he finds out about you too. unsurprisingly, they come to appreciate you as much as tim has.

and suddenly, you get a particularly handsome new neighbour in the apartment across from you (which you didn't know was even up for rent) and somehow always seems to be in the middle of stripping when you're home. almost as if he can feel your eyes on him. of course, you make sure not to get caught, and avert your eyes as soon as the cloth leaves his waist.

later, you find out his name is jason, and make a good friend out of him. he smokes on his balcony, while you drink coffee on yours.

barely a week after that, you get a new regular at the café you work at. his name's dick grayson. he says it's probably best for you to yell out his last name for his orders too. he's a detective, which explains the late nights he comes into the café. he's always got a stupidly handsome smile on his face, which only adds onto his neverending charm.

and during the occasion that you're walking home alone, you always seem to run into one of the many vigilantes that guard gotham.

you meet both batman and robin during one of your walks home. you're not scared of them, as most people are; you're merely fascinated at the tall figure that towers over you, and his more colourful counterpart that is also taller than you. robin seems to be just a couple years younger than you. and batman... you can't seem to get a read on the man.

you greet them both as calmly as you can, a small smile on your lips. you get nods of acknowledgment from both of them, which you suppose is the most you're getting.

batman doesn't seem to like that you're walking alone, so he sends robin to walk you home. you don't understand why, and you tell them you've walked this route many times already, that they probably have worse things to take care of.

he tells you that you can never be too sure in gotham. with the way he says it, in that gravelly tone, you can't find yourself to disagree.

on your walk, now with robin's company, you feel safer. you also find out this robin is a man of few words, very unlike the last few robins yet much like batman.

the next night, you run into red robin, who has an air of familiarity around him. he's real friendly— in fact, it's almost like talking to a friend. you think you've seen his smile before.

the night after that, you meet nightwing in all of his spandex-clad glory. he's charming, almost flirty.

and for a week, you don't bump into any of the vigilantes, but you do feel watched. you should be frightened, by all means, but you have a feeling deep in your stomach that tells you they won't hurt you. whoever they are.

you see red hood after that week. he's the more intimidating one of the bunch, you reckon. you've nothing to be scared of, knowing he (along with all the others) only goes after the real awful people. you're not guilty of anything, as far as you know.

his voice is almost robotic, as if being run through a voice changer. it doesn't do much to help his image, though you suppose that's the point. he asks what a little thing like you is doing walking around these parts. you say you're just heading home, like all the times you've met one of them.

he lets you on his motorcycle. if you were paying enough attention, maybe you would've felt his heart beating a mile a minute.

your days go on like this for a while. class, work, walk home with one of gotham's protectors. rinse and repeat.

unbeknownst to you, cameras have been planted all around your apartment. in many angles of your bedroom too, save for your bathroom. they've decided to give you privacy in there. no matter how much dick begged.

though they do have clips saved of you walking around in just a towel, or your underwear. god knows what they're doing with those.

but truly, can you blame them? you've invaded the deepest crevices of their minds, your smell lingering on their noses, and the shape of your lips following them in their dreams.

oh, they can vividly see— almost feel your lips on theirs, and they wonder what you look like when your face is scrunched up from pleasure, as their fingers enter you.

but they'll have to wait a little longer. and they'll be damned if they lose you, when you're playing right into their hands.

this got so long !!!! i had to let this all out somewhere <//3 definitely gonna add more but i needed to cut it off at this 😭😭😭😭

[yourlocallgothamite]

The Demon Spawn Surveillance Strategy (The DSSS)

Chapter 1: The One In Which Jon Kent Fails to Lie

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AN: This is my first time writing soo... its not really the best but that's okay. Would love to hear you guys' thoughts!

next chapter ____________ It started with Jon Kent being suspicious.  Which—on its own—wasn’t groundbreaking. Jon was about as subtle as a traffic cone and folded under pressure like origami.

But this? This was different.

The man was fidgeting, avoiding eye contact, and nearly bolting out of every room he entered. Jon was nervous—that much was obvious... But why?

Dick, Jason, and Tim were going to get to the bottom of it. No matter what it took.

⸻

“Damian’s with you again today?” Dick asked casually one afternoon, glancing up from his phone as Jon fumbled with his hands. They were in one of Wayne Manor’s cozier living rooms when Jon walked in, supposedly looking for a charger.

Jon froze mid-step. “Uh. Yeah!” he chirped. Way too loud. Way too nervous. Way too suspicious. “Homework,” he continued quickly. “Group project. Big… uh… chemistry unit coming up. Molecules.”

Dick blinked. “Molecules.”

“Yup! Covalent bonds. Ionic. The works. Chemistry stuff. Hehehe..” He replied, scratching the back of his neck.

Jason squinted from his chair. “Didn’t you nearly set the lab on fire last semester?”

Jon’s face twitched. “That was… unrelated. Different topic. Totally fine now!”

Tim leaned forward slowly, fingers laced. “And this chemistry session is happening at the public library on Main Street?”

Jon swallowed. “Y-yeah. Totally.”

“Funny,” Tim said, eyes narrowing. “Because Damian said you’d be at the Gotham Academy 24/7 library for history.”

Jon froze.

Jason whistled. “Damn. You’re both terrible liars.”

Jon bolted.

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After superspeeding out of Wayne Manor like a man on fire, Jon realized—far too late—that he might’ve slightly overcorrected... and maybe he kinda didn't plan where he was going... and he definitely didn't account for his speed...

He found himself stranded in the streets of Paris.

“…Oh shit.”

As he made his way back home, Jon yanked out his phone and furiously started typing, trying to salvage the situation and alert Damian before the vicious Robin dismembered him.

This was going to be a long day.

But maybe the Batboys wouldn’t look too deep into it?

…Who was he kidding?

He was totally screwed.

⸻

Jonathan Samuel Kent [15:29]: I PANICKED I PANICKED AND I RAN I THINK I’M IN PARIS???

Brooding Batlord 🗡️ [15:31]: You think you’re in Paris? Can you see the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, or the Seine? Confirm your coordinates, imbecile.

Jonathan Samuel Kent [15:31]: I just wanted to get AWAY Now I’m next to a pastry cart and the air smells expensive I made it worse Dami They KNOW something is up

Brooding Batlord 🗡️ [15:32]: Define your intent when using the word “know.”

Jonathan Samuel Kent [15:32]: I said we were studying chemistry You told them it was history TIM CONNECTED THE DOTS IN REAL TIME Jason started whistling And Dick looked at me like I just confessed to murder

Brooding Batlord 🗡️ [15:33]: I should never have entrusted you with this responsibility.

Jonathan Samuel Kent [15:33]: EXCUSE ME I WAS DOING MY BEST

Brooding Batlord 🗡️ [15:33]: Your “best” nearly exposed a covert operation because you cannot lie under mild questioning.

Jonathan Samuel Kent [15:33]: Dick used the “I’m not mad, just disappointed” tone 😭 I almost cried bro And did you just refer to Y/N as a "covert operation" NOWAY 😭😭

Brooding Batlord 🗡️  [15:34]: That tone is a fabrication. He is always both. I shall ignore your commentaries. 

Jonathan Samuel Kent [15:34]: Okay that’s kinda fair but anyway I panicked I ran I’m overseas And your brothers are assembling a crime wall

Brooding Batlord 🗡️  [15:35]: They are not my brothers, merely imbeciles who think they came first. Of course they are "assembling a crime wall." They are hooligans who have no concept of boundaries.

Jonathan Samuel Kent [15:35]: They’re gonna FIND HER They’re gonna SURVEIL HER HOUSE They’re gonna SEE THE PINK FLUFFY BLANKET AND THE TEA AND THE—THE CUTENESS 😭

Brooding Batlord 🗡️  [15:35]: If they even approach her property, I will break their kneecaps. I don’t care how many of them there are. Let them come.

Jonathan Samuel Kent [15:36]: What do we DO??? This is like DEFCON 3 The next phase is PowerPoint presentations

Brooding Batlord 🗡️  [15:36]: Meet me at her residence at 1600 hours. Bring cookies. Do not burn them this time.

Jonathan Samuel Kent [15:36]: You’re being very demanding for someone who’s about to be exposed by a the devil's helpers

Brooding Batlord 🗡️  [15:36]: I will not be exposed. You will be publicly executed via my kryptonite stash.

Jonathan Samuel Kent [15:37]: Tell Y/N I love her Tell her I died protecting the fluffy pink rug 😭😭😭

Brooding Batlord 🗡️  [15:37]: Do not ever use such language regarding Y/N, I am the only one whom she harbours feelings of affection for, understood? If you die, I’ll allow her to sketch your gravestone. Make yourself useful and bring Earl Grey. Do not disgrace me again.

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Jon landed with a graceless thud on the L/N manor’s front lawn, breathless and wild-eyed, clutching a slightly crumpled bakery box so hard it bent at the edges, making him freak out even more. He stared in wonder at the large gates littered with guards. This wasn’t as big as Wayne Manor but still, it was huge. “Man I can’t believe I’ve never been to your girl’s house Dames,” Jon tried to ease his nerves, addressing the Arabian boy with wonder that barely covered his nervousness “I mean how long have you two been together? A year? And I’ve never seen her house? Woah.”

Damian was already waiting by the front gate, arms crossed, jaw clenched, and posture so stiff he looked ready to kill. His eyes took in Jon’s disheveled state with distaste.

“We’ve been together for 18 months and 2 days, and why would you see her house? She is my significant other. On another note, you’re late,” Damian said flatly, eyeing him with judgment people usually reserved for war criminals.

“I GOT LOST IN LUXEMBOURG,” Jon whisper-yelled, flinging the box into Damian’s hands. “Don’t start with me, man.”

“First of all, you have the ability to fly and you have superspeed, how could you get lost, you can literally travel the whole Earth in a matter of seconds.” Damian deadpanned as he opened the box with surgical precision, making note to try and fix its bent edges. “These are store-bought.”

“I didn’t have time to bake! You think I carry cookie dough through international time zones?!”

“You were supposed to bring earl grey tea as well you hoodlum.”

“Oh shit!  I completely forgot!”

“Fine. What have you brought along.”

“Well, I panicked and got—” Jon checked the label, “—chocolate chip… and, uh… something called ‘raspberry bubble-unicorn’?”

Damian gave him a look that could end lives. “You disgrace me.”

Jon clutched his temples. “Damian, please. I’m begging you. Focus. This is bigger than tea. Dick made direct eye contact with my soul. Tim’s probably already hacking my GPS. Jason basically called me a ‘liar.’ They know something is up!”

“They suspect. They do not know,” Damian corrected, tightening his grip on the pastry box. “There is still plausible deniability.”

Jon stared at him. “You lied to them. I lied to them. BADLY. You know Tim’s building a dossier right now. He’s probably typing ‘Y/N’ into ten government databases.”

Damian’s jaw ticked. “If they so much as run a background check—”

“What?” Jon interrupted. “You’ll kill them? Hack the FBI? Blow up a satellite? ‘Break their kneecaps?’”

Damian didn’t answer.

“…That wasn’t a no.”

Damian turned, stalking toward the mansion’s front door with obvious anger bubbling inside him. “They know nothing of Y/N. We stick to the plan. We act natural. You do not speak unless spoken to. And most importantly, stop dishonoring me and stop proving to be a liability.”

“Got it.”

“You do not mention molecules, chemistry, history, or Paris.”

“Right.”

“And if you value your kneecaps—do not say the words 'bubble-unicorn' ever again.”

Jon winced. “Understood.”

Damian raised a hand and rang the bell.

The door opened almost instantly.

There you were. In fuzzy socks, an oversized sweater, and with a warm smile that made Damian’s nerves calm and planted a slight smile on his face.

“Hey you guys!” you beamed. “Come in! I made brownies.”

Damian stepped in with perfect calm, voice smooth. “You look radiant as always, beloved.”

Jon followed behind him, smiling too wide. “Hiyeshello! I’mJonandIloveyourhouse.”

Damian subtly elbowed him in the ribs.

You giggled, holding a hand up to your mouth “I know who you are Jon why are you so nervous it’s just my house.”

The door closed behind them.

The war had begun.

Operation: protect the Dami/N initiative has begun.

The biggest challenge? Not letting Y/N feel like something is off… and of course stopping the three huge manchildren from discovering Dami/N.

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Damian’s head rested in your lap, unnaturally still for someone who claimed to be “relaxing.” His arms were crossed, jaw tight, but he let you run your fingers gently through his hair because how could he deny you? He knew you loved it. (No it’s not him who wants you to stroke his hair, you are the one who likes it.)

Across the room, Jon was sitting on your lounge chair tapping his foot like his life depended on it while desperately trying not to tap it in superspeed in front of you.

As soon as you left the room, with Damian begrudgingly letting you because you needed to use the restroom, Jon started pacing around in superspeed like a madman.

“No, seriously, we need a plan,” Jon muttered, practically vibrating. “They're probably already setting up surveillance. You know Tim has drones. Tiny drones. Owl-sized ones. Spy-level stuff.”

Damian didn’t even lift his head. “If Drake sends anything near this property, I will take joy in slicing his head off.”

“I’m not joking!” Jon whisper-shouted, throwing his hands in the air. “They’re probably building a murder board right now. Red string. Pins. Blueprints. Facial recognition software—”

“They know nothing about Y/N, they don’t even know she exists and it shall stay that way. Anything they ask? We deny deny deny. Now stop panicking or our plan will be compromised.”

“Okay. Okay. It’s Okay, I’ll just never come over to your place ever again. Easy.”

“Perfect.”

You entered the room again, bringing over the brownies and cookies, just barely missing the end of their conversation. “Hey guys! Who’s ready for the best evening of boardgames and cookies ever!”

Across from you Jon shifted in his seat, making an uncomfortable noise as he tried to sound excited, and Damian nearly facepalmed then and there.

“Jon?” You asked, “You sure you’re okay? You seem stressed.”

“Mhmm fine totally absolutely amazing YUP.” The blue-eyed boy said, all too fast.

You squinted at him, suspicious but too tired to press. “Fine. I’ll let you be but I’m your friend okay? You can tell me when you’re not okay. Is this about the school project?”

“WHAT!? NONO no worries! I’m okay!” He freaked out. “Anyway—gonna get a snack. Stress makes me hungry. Not that I’m stressed! Because I’m not. Haha.”

He disappeared down the hallway.

You turned back to Damian. “He’s definitely stressed.”

“Tt.” Damian closed his eyes. “He lacks subtlety.”

“Unlike you, Mr. Broody?”

He didn’t respond, but you saw the way his fingers twitched—just a little—against the pink blanket you kept on the couch. His other hand shifted to subtly clutch the hem of your shirt.

You leaned down and brushed a kiss to the top of his head.

“You sure everything’s okay?”

His lashes fluttered. “If it wasn’t, do you think I’d let Kent hyperventilate in your abode while I lay here with you?”

You laughed softly. “I mean... yeah.”

“…Then don’t worry. Everything is fine.”

From the kitchen, a scream rang out. Something crashed.

You stared toward the hallway.

“Should I be concerned?”

“No,” Damian said instantly. “That was… unrelated.”

Another crash. Then:

Jon Kent [from the kitchen, screaming]: “WHY IS THE KETTLE SPEAKING FRENCH??”

You raised an eyebrow, muffling your incoming laughter with your hand.

Damian sighed, eyes still closed. That man was Done With Jon's Shit. “I told you not to let him near your smart appliances.”

“Dully noted.”

You went back to stroking his hair. He melted just slightly into your touch, the only sign that—under all that calm composure—he was seconds from flipping a table.

As Jon came back, you pretended everything was fine and went to put on a movie.

As you settled back down on your couch, both boys met each other’s eyes behind your back and came to a silent agreement: Denial. Denial. Forever.

And you? You were non-the-wiser.

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“Okay,” Dick muttered later that afternoon, spinning slowly in the worn-out computer chair in the Batcave’s dim glow. His eyes flickered between multiple monitors, each streaming fragments of surveillance footage, social media posts, and cryptic messages. He tried to focus on the case open in front of him, but he just couldn't, finally giving up and swiveling in the chair to look at his brothers. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to steady his racing thoughts. “I don’t wanna be paranoid, but… something about this doesn’t sit right.”

Jason, lounging on the edge of the tech table with a flicker of reckless energy, continuously tossed a Batarang between his fingers. The metal gleamed cold under the cavern’s lights as he caught it again and again with a sharp grin. “No, Dick. Be paranoid. I support this paranoia,” he said, voice amused but certain. 

Tim, perched at the second chair next to dick, fingers flying across the keyboard of his personal computer with practiced ease, pulled up file after file regarding an unsolved murder case, but he, too, was tuned in on their conversation. “Let’s review the data,” he said, eyes narrowing as he sifted through the growing pile of information. “Every little detail, every anomaly. We’re missing something. Where are they now?” "No idea." Dick sighed.

With a determined frown, Tim tuned to the batcomputer, starting his stalking spree and hacking into cameras and enabling his facial recognition feature to try and locate the two liars teens. "Okay, they're not at the public library.." more clicking noises filled the cave "..and they're not at the Gotham Academy library."

Jason chuckled. "Well duh, thought that was obvious."

"Haha, so funny." Tim deadpanned as his clicking got faster "The last working street cams show them heading toward.. 17th St NW"

"Ooh," said Dick "rich neighbourhood~"

"Not too far from here actually," Jason added.

"What are they hiding?" wondered Tim, slowly sipping his coffee.

"Whatever it is, our location is compromised; we can't investigate in the Batcave, Damian has access to that, he can sabotage us." At Dick's words, the three men perked up, deciding the safest location would be one of Jason's unused safehouses.

And just like that—the late night, the murmured suspicions, the compulsive gathering of scraps—the three oldest Batboys’ descent into madness officially began.

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They started small.

Little notes. The facts.

3:01 PM – Damian comes back from school. 3:13 PM - Damian is having lunch with fam. says he is going to the GA library to study history with Jon 3:15 PM - Damian is seen leaving the manor in his personal car, not with Alfred. Weird but okay. 3:17 PM – Disappears off grid. Not on tracker. Sus? 3:26 PM - Jon enters Wayne Manor and goes to the living room looking for his charger... Wasn't he supposed to be with Damian? 3:26 PM - Jon acting super weird 8:59 PM - Damian returns. Ruffled hair?? Acts normal?? 

"Now, what happened between the times 3:17 PM and 8:59 PM? We need a location and we need events," said Tim, ever the detective.

Then came the theories.

“Maybe he’s meeting Ra’s and Talia in secret,” Dick said.

“Maybe he’s in a cult,” Jason offered.

“Maybe,” Tim said slowly, “he’s dating Jon.”

Stunned silence.

“…Oh my god,” Dick whispered.

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Somewhere in the safehouse, a dry erase board appeared overnight.

On it: (Note: Blue marker = Dick, Red marker = Jason, Black marker = Tim)

A yellow sticky-note in the center, "WHAT ARE THEY HIDING!?" written in blue ink and it is cicled intensely in red with black arrows pointing to it.

A blurry photo of Damian walking alone out of the Manor (captioned in blue: “Mid-mission or mid-date??”)

A printed screenshot of Jon nervously sweating, taken from the Wayne Manor security cameras (captioned in blue: "lying liar who lies")

A photo of the car Damian used to leave the manor, a black Rolls-Royce, very expensive (captioned in black: "license plate: GC-319DW - expensive sleek car.") (captioned in red: "Damijon date designated car?")

Blueprints of both the GA library and the public library with each of their addresses (captioned in red: "the crime scene") (captioned in black: "fake coordinates")

A printed photo of Titus, mid-jump, with red and pink ribbons tied around his neck (captioned in blue: “DAMIAN WOULD NEVER PUT THIS ON TITUS!”) (captioned in red: “WHY IS THE DOG IN ON IT!!??”) (captioned in black: “seems unrelated but could have hidden clues. Everything is evidence.”)

on the top right corner, Damian's picture with the printed letters: "MAIN SUSPECT: DAMIAN AL-GHUL WAYNE, ALIAS: DEMON SPAWN, DANGER LEVELS: INFINITE, CRIME: UNKOWN" (captioned in red: “DEMON BRAT UP TO SOMETHING”) (captioned in blue - crossed out in black: “He’s our baby brother 🥺”) (captioned in black: “A suspicious baby brother.”)

and on the bottom right corner, a list of theories:

- Secret boyfriend (in black)

- Secret training (in black)

- Secret assassin stuff (in red)

- Secret hobby? (in blue)

- Secret girlfriend??? (in blue and then striked out in red) Nah not possible (in red) 

- Hypnotized by alien seductress (in red)

- Witchery (in black)

- Gotham Academy has a secret society?? (in blue)

- Cult involvement?? (in red)

- The court of owls?? (in blue)

a sticky note stapled on that list labeled "FACTS:" in black

-- Titus knows (in red)

-- Jon knows, Jon =  weak link (in black)

-- Bruce doesn’t know. He never knows. Don't ask or involve him. (in red)

-- We are not overreacting. (in blue)

-- We are doing our duty as brothers. (in red)

-- ...we are totally overreacting. (in black)

-- Yup but it is fun. :) (in blue)

 Dick (and Jason) added glitter glue. “To make it festive.”

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(I used ChatGPT and Canva to kinda show you what the whiteboard looks like)

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This needs so much editing... but anyways.

[thewritingfairy]

This is so funny because just today I was hoping you would upload a new chapter and immediately when I check Tumblr you updated. I swear we share the same mind! Anyways u love chapter 12 pookie, Damian is very much self reflecting in his own way slowly but surely but I want to know, who is out off all the batfam the worst yandere because in my opinion I think its either Jason or Alfred.

Phone format, Chapter mentioned: 13. Damian attempts self-reflection

This is actually very funny, because I update whenever I have a random burst of inspiration for this story. (Its also why the chapters are often short or multiple after each other because I go from writing to no motivation to sudden motivation). And sometimes I just take days or weeks to write.

But the worst yandere...

Honestly? It depends from which angle you look at it.

When it comes to betrayal? Tim (also delusional). Especially since he knows what it's like to be neglected, he knows how much damage it brings and you thought you would have some solidarity with him. You don't care for his reasons, you simply care for his actions.

When it comes to possessiveness, Damian and Jason. For obvious reasons, Damian has an obsession with blood relations and Jason's possessiveness is actually a plot line so I can't spoil too much. But he basically sees you as a better version of his mother that he failed to protect and keep alive before, so now he wants to ensure you cannot leave them. Because if you leave you'll be like his mother. And you don't want that now do you?

When it comes to protectiveness, Cass, Bruce and Barbara. Cass feels immense guilt for ignoring your pain, so she'll attempt to shield you from more even if it means kidnapping you or locking you up. Barbara is in the same boat but also because she knows how hard it was at first to become disabled, so she feels guilt for not being there for you. And Bruce is Bruce, with his obsessive plans, his canon nature is already a bit shit, his yandere side just makes it all worse. And when it comes to protectiveness? Eventually you'll won't be able to breath without someone monitoring you if he had his way.

When it comes to delusional Alfred, Dick and Stephanie. We've all seen how Alfred acts, like a piece of shit and he honestly thinks your behaviour is just a fase. Dick feels the need to protect everyone and to be loved by everyone, so he's mainly delusional. He makes himself think that you do love them and still want to be with them (you don't). Stephanie doesn't really want to acknowledge how she has hurt you, so she pretends you guys are okay but she feels the need to keep you (in a sense) so that you'll no longer get hurt.

The easiest would be Duke.

Duke knows what you want, so he'll always take your side. Especially with your past and his own morals. Duke doesn't throw away what he stands for simply because he feels an obsessive need to protect you or to lock you up. No. But he might come with you to everything check if everything is safe and then pretend to leave but he's actually just stalking at a respectful distance and out of sight (from everyone !!!)

I also would like to note that there is no such thing as respectful stalking in real life. Fiction doesn't equate to what's healthy in real life. also you got happy because I updated? Pls, you've made my day, I needed that before my exam tomorrow.