#as soon as Dick said Jason had no choice... i knew...

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The final scene with Jason was fun, poor Dick never did properly teach him how to train surf 😔

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Another Red - post Toxin snippet

“We could find out who he is,” Tim said. He twirled a pen between his fingers, back and forth and back and forth over his knuckles.

Dick had seen Jason to the same thing with a knife a thousand times.

“We’re not gathering any biometrics.” Bruce sounded tired. He sounded worn down and tired like he did whenever one of his kids were in the medby. Dick didn’t think that tonight the tone of voice was just about Jason.

“I’m not saying—“

“If we do, if we take that choice from him, he will never trust us again.”

“I know, B,” Tim snapped and threw the pen. It stuck perfectly in the chest of a training dummy. “I’m pissed off because we won’t, alright? I know we wont and I know why we can’t and I hate it! He needs help.”

“I know, chum,” Bruce said, voice soft. He brushed his knuckles against Tim’s shoulder blade.

Tim sucked in a breath at the silent command, held it, and let it out slowly.

“He very well may not trust us already,” Damian said. He had flung himself into one of the chairs as soon as he had come back from changing like he was in a sulk, but there was a focused alertness in his watch on the medbay. “We brought him here without permission. That is a violation already.”

“He used the panic button,” Dick pointed out. Even if he knew that Damian might be right, Dick didn’t want him to be. “He had to know that something like this could happen when he pressed it. He has to trust us at least a little.”

“He trusts Red Hood,” Damian bit. “Do not be so naive as to believe that trust extends to the rest of us.”

“Hood’s Alley,” Tim said and flopped down into the chair next to Damian.

Damian who nooded Tim’s way. “Hood is Alley. We are… other.”

Oh, Baby Bat was upset about that.

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First ofi love your Jason fic's, they are really great and they made me think could you write for Damian as well?

What about Damian x reader (gn or male pls) where they are really great friends but the family thinks they are in a relationship? You know the typical teasing girls usually experience as soon as she talks about a boy "oh is that you boyfriend" the same thing happens too Damian, and now he dreads bringing the reader to his house because his family always had something to say (except Alfred he's cool like that) and it also makes the reader uncomfortable. And one day Damian snaps at them for their weird behavior, telling them that they are the reason why the reader won't visit anymore

I hope this makes sense, if you don't like this, just ignore it.

Have a great day

Damian hated when he brought you over to the Manor and it’s not for the reasons many might expect. It was more so to do with how Dick, Tim and Jason seemed to always have something to say whenever you two were in a room together, only ever doing mundane activities but to Dick, Tim and Jason, it was viewed under an annoyingly unnecessary romantic context.

They firmly believed that in due to you being able to withstand Damian’s presence for as long as you have, that there must be romantic undertones integrated in every interaction between the two of you. The classic trope of friends being in love with each other but not knowing how to cross that line without ruining everything that was pre established from your longstanding friendship; Which was factually incorrect for so many reasons.

You and Damian weren’t anything more than friends and you both were content with that conclusion. However that didn’t stop you from feeling uncomfortable whenever Dick, Tim or Jason said anything about your suspected secret relationship that you’ve been poorly keeping from them. Damian hated that you couldn’t come to the manor without wanting to leave within the first five minutes of being there, he didn’t want to either but knew that you needed him for support whenever it does happen; and it was unfortunately an reoccurring theme within the Wayne manor.

The first time this happened you and Damian were in the library, reading. Your head was innocently resting against his shoulder and all because of the lack of sleep you had from binge watching the midnight release of the latest season for your favourite show. Had you been anyone else Damian would’ve laid you out flat but since it was you, Damian didn’t seem to mind but he then choice to chastise you for your lack to keep to a healthy sleep schedule.

‘You’re helpless.’ He stats and you pouted at him. ‘But Damian it was the last season! I had to binge watch it before people start spoiling it all over social media!’ You defended yourself but it was obvious that your friend wasn’t buying it for a second. ‘Tch. So was our test today but due to your habit of binge watching, and yet you just barely managed to somewhat passable score.’ He replied, not once looking up from his book as you leaned more into him. ‘Rude.’

‘I’m merely stating the-‘

‘Spare some room for Jesus there lovebirds.’ Both you and Damian looked over to see that Jason had entered the library when you were unawares and had a wolfish grin spread across his face. You tensed up at the implication, wordlessly removed your head from Damian’s shoulder and shuffled to the far side of the couch that you were both sitting on. All the while avoiding eye contact either him or Jason.

The latter (Jason) believed that this was done out of the fact that you had gotten caught but to the former (Damian) it was because you had grown uncomfortable with the comment made towards the nature of your assumed relationship to him. So all he could do without making the situation worse for you was to glare daggers into Jason, who only took this as Damian being mad that he interrupted his quality time with you.

The second time this mistake happened was when you and Damian were in the kitchen taking a much needed break from constant studying for the upcoming test at school, replenishing your hunger by wolfing down on some snacks. ‘You’ll choke if you keep that up.’ Damian said between bites of his own snack.

‘No I won’t.’ You rebutted, swallowing down the remains before shoving another bit of food into your mouth hastily and allowing for some crumbs to cling onto you in the strangest places, though mainly your cheek. Damian sighs and reaches across the table to rub the crumbs off with a handkerchief, muttering about how much of a messy eater you are. ‘Can’t even eat properly, never less sleep the required amount needed for proper functionality.’ He mutters under his breath.

‘Will you never left me live that down?’ You asked.

‘No.’ Damian replied without hesitation and you wondered if the question was even worth asking when he answered them in such a confident and sure fire way. Before you could get a chance to speak, Dick’s voice from the doorway butted in. ‘Do my eyes deceive me or is Damian being a gentleman for his lovely partner? Has hell truly frozen over?’ Damian was quick to retract his hand but it was too late, Dick saw everything and much like Jason, took it out of complete context.

‘We should get back to studying now.’ You said uncharacteristically stiff as you pushed yourself out of your chair and walked out of the room without so much of a word, shoulders hunched and head down when you passed by Dick, who watched in slight confusion as to what just happened. Damian on the other hand was starting to reach his limit with his brothers constant teasing, for how could they not see that it was clearly making you uncomfortable even if some of the teasing wasn’t aimed at you directly.

You took it personally on his behalf and he hates that in due to this it made your eagerness to spend time at to the Wayne manor dwindle. You were his first true friend and he didn’t want his brothers to be the reason you decided that you didn’t want to be his friend anymore. Damian wouldn’t admit it but deep down he was scared that he’ll loose you because of it, and that the only way to save your friendship would one day be reliant on your interactions during school hours. Damian knew he wasn’t the easiest to get along but he had to applause your persistence in wanting to befriend him, so much so that he didn’t want you ever thinking that he didn’t bother fighting for your friendship, because he would fight for your friendship with everything he had and then some.

For you’ve become a large part of him that he doesn’t think he could ever imagine living without now that you were so deeply integrated into his very being.

The third and last time you visited the manor was what made Damian snap. All you were doing was have a slow day with the added company of Titus, who was resting his head in your lap as you petted him; The poor dog missed you and it showed with how he whined whenever you dared to stop the pets, it would be made even more difficult not to as he would then paw at you persistently on top of all that.

‘I swear one of these days Titus will follow me home.’ You joked as you reminisced about the times when Titus would try and follow after you as pup and always disregarding Damian in favour for you and your cuddles. ‘He almost did once when you had to go home after our sleepover.’ Even Damian smiled softly at the memory of seeing Titus’ little head pop out of your bag after almost tearing apart the manor for the little mischief maker. He reached over to scratch the dog behind the ear -just how he liked to be scratched- and watched as Titus kicked his back leg in response.

‘He obviously still loves me a lot to be using my lap like this despite being too big to doing it anymore.’ You chuckled, looking down at the big dog with so much love and affection. Damian scoffed. ‘Don’t flatter yourself, Titus only likes you because you pamper and baby him.’ You gasped, covering Titus ears. ‘Don’t say that! Titus is still a baby in my heart!’ You exclaimed. The fully grown Great Dane then sneezed in his sleep and you acted as though he said something meaningful before looking back towards Damian ‘see, Titus agrees.’

‘Tch. You’re such a pain.’ Was Damian’s response as he looked away from you, only to see Tim stood a few feet away, watching you both much like how Dick and Jason did and Damian knew what was about to come out of his mouth before he even said it.

And apparently so did you as you managed to stand up, waking Titus up in the process, who was trying to get his bearings back as you said sombrely to Damian. ‘I’ll see you at school tomorrow, yeah.’ Before walking back towards the manor with Titus at your heels.

Before Tim could ask Damian shot him a murderous glare. ‘Batcave. Two days from now. Make yourself useful and bring Todd and Grayson with you.’ Was all he said before storming off towards the manor himself, leaving an taken aback Tim. His limit has officially been reached.

‘Why are we here Damian? Are you going to tell us that you need help with your partner-‘

‘Stop. Just stop with this nonsense you, Drake and Todd seemed to be hung up on because this false narrative you’ve created about myself and y/n is entirely make belief. And we’re suffering from it.’ Damian cuts Dick off but Jason was quick to speak next.

‘Why? Are you lovebirds not together anymore?’

Damian clenched his jaw but couldn’t contain his anger and annoyance towards this entire situation, wanting nothing more than for it to come to an end. ‘WE NEVER WERE TOGETHER TODD!’ Damian exploded. ‘WE WERE ONLY EVER JUST FRIENDS BUT DUE TO YOURS, GRAYSON AND DRAKES’ SHARED STUPIDITY, YOU’RE MAKING THEM UNCOMFORTABLE INTO EVER VISITING ANYMORE!’

‘Why didn’t either of you say anything-‘ Tim tried to talk but was quickly silenced by Damian who still had a lot more to get off of his chest. ‘WE TRIED BUT YOU WE ALL TOO BUSY TEASING US FOR BEING SOMETHING WE NEVER WERE!’ Damian liked to think he wasn’t the type to be quick to anger and how it was such a foolish thing to do. However Dick, Tim and Jason overstepped one too many times for Damian not to speak up about it, making sure it gets into their thick skulls that their weird behaviour almost cost him his friendship with you.

Jason, Dick and Tim felt stupid now and a little ashamed that their teasing could’ve quite possibly drove you away. It wasn’t their intention to do so, but they guessed that they admittedly got slightly ahead of themselves that they didn’t take into consideration of how you felt about all this. Now they felt like right dickheads.

‘I believe they’ve got the message master Damian.’ Alfred said as he looked at Dick, Tim and Jason who looked like a bunch of kicked puppies. ‘How about we invite master Damian’s friend for dinner so that you may tell them you’re sorry for your recent transgressions?’

Dick smiled softly at the butler whom had became another father figure to them. ‘That’s sounds perfect Alfred but only if y/n is comfortable to come.’ He, Jason, Tim and Alfred then all looked towards Damian who had calmed down significantly from his earlier outburst. ‘Tch. I’ll ask but I’m not guaranteeing anything.’ He says to them as he took out his phone to text you, adding a picture of an impatient Titus sitting at the front door waiting for you to come back for added effect, knowing how you couldn’t resist him.

It didn’t take long for you to reply with; ‘fine. I’m willing to bury the hatchet but as long as Titus gets to lay in my lap. That’s my only condition.’

Yep everything was going to be alright.

[workingbynyx]

hello baby I love your theme !! i saw you were doing jason todd x readers so i’m gonna shoot my shot OFC NO PRESSURE

so we all know bruce is rich so jason must be as well but WHAT IF reader also came from a rich powerful family of Gotham, I think they would maybe meet through a gala or something and Dick would joke to Jason about how he is drooling at the sight of reader IDK BABES IT’S UP TO YOU, i hope it inspires you <3

City of Stars — Jason Todd x F!Reader

↷ summary — what happens if one of the bat sons meet the striking heiress of another powerful family? ˎˊ˗

↷ pairing — jason todd x f!reader ˎˊ˗

↷ genre — romance, fluff, slight comedy and eventual angst ˎˊ˗

↷ warning/s — a few curse words here and there ˎˊ˗

↷ a/n — hey!! tysm for this prompt oml its the cutest, and ik its a bit of a cliché but reader is an heiress to stark industries here 😭 i figured it would be interesting since, contrary to popular belief, tony and bruce wouldn't get along so it offers the question what would happen if their children got together (tea 👀🍵) this isn't based on anything btw! so there might be some ooc instances. OH AND I'll probably make a part 2 of this soon if i get motivationekehwjd soooo i hope you enjoy reading! ˎˊ˗

— wayne manor, present day

bruce fixed yet another gala for the year, inviting multiple billionare ceos and business owners to the humble party. gotham city strived under the great care of his trusted partners even when crime and corruption still runs in the city. the bat took care of that of course, with the help of his sons and daughters who also attended the event in simple dresses and suits and ties tailored to their liking.

the gala had been going on for a few hours or so which eventually became boring enough for jason to take a few shots and drinks by the bar as he scanned the crowd with people in bejeweled clothes and shimmering jewelry that blinded him as the chandelier shined on them. "is all that really neccessary.." he mumbled to himself, taking a sip of his 3rd drink of the night. "yes it is, would you rather people come into sweats like you would?" dick suddenly chimed in as he walked up towards jason and leaned against the counter of the bar, asking for a drink of his choice.

"It wouldn't hurt to try next year" jason said with a stern look on his face, occassionally shooting up a short smile to people walking by. "if bruce allows it, i doubt he would. the man practically lives in a suit and tie" dick replied, "well, tough shit grayson. you might be forgetting being the rebel is sort of my thing" jason shot back with a smirk. "ah, my bad" grayson said with a chuckle as he sipped on champagne. "so, anyone caught your eye yet?" "If you mean spoiled little kids running around with chocolate smeared on their faces then yeah" jason sighed while dick suppressed a laugh. "c'mon man, there's at least gotta be someone" "dick, i didn't come here to look for 'someone' nor do i ever plan to"

and right when jason uttered those words with no remorse, he immediately swallowed them right back when he caught a glimpse of you in the crowd. the dark yellow dress you wore complimenting the red of his suit, its like a match made in gotham, as one would say. the man had to double take in your way when you slowly walked through the room with your father, tony stark. the man behind stark industries, one of the richest companies based in new york. jason knew they recently opened a branch within the city to make way for new advanced technology and scientific engineering. that was probably the reason why you're here from jason's assumption.

"i'd say otherwise" dick snuck up beside jason and whispered to taunt him, his eyes following the lady that caught his brother's attention. "..what?" the other finally said, snapping out of it. "you should go up to her instead of drooling over here, you look like a total loser dude" dick patted his shoulder which annoyed jason. "cut it out dick, i'm not going up to her" "why not?" "i have other things to tend to" "like?" "...shut up" "jason, this is your only shot. are you gonna waste it on brooding the whole night?" "i'm NOT taking any of your dating advice" "i didn't say you have to date her dipshit, what could a friendly conversation lead to?" "a can of worms, go figure" jason then started walking away from dick as soon as he sets the glass down on the counter.

"jay c'mon," dick caught up to him which released a frustrated groan from jason. "she seems like a nice woman" "you're really living up to your name right now, stop it" jason said through gritted teeth.

in other people's point of view, it looks like two grown men are silently arguing in the corner of the big hall which then caught your attention soon after. you wanted to get to know bruce's children after he warmly welcomed you and your family to gotham before they got down to talking business, it obviously lost your interest so you quietly excused yourself from the conversation to wander the mansion.

you stumbled upon one of his daughters and had a nice conversation, they didn't seem intimidating as they said they'd be— not until you went up to his sons. you mentally prepared yourself as you slowly walked over to the duo, straightening the slight wrinkles on your dress and patting down your necklace.

"uhm, hello there. i hope i'm not interrupting" you called out to them which caught their attention. dick and jason quickly arranged themselves to look presentable, even if they were just arguing seconds ago. "hey" jason said as he cleared his throat, to which you replied with a smile. "its a wonderful party, i see mr. wayne has good taste" you tried to sound polite as possible...was it even worth trying?

"yeah, definitely" dick nodded his head. "i'm richard by the way, richard grayson. but you can call me dick" "oh uhm, pardon?" "it's unusual, i know. but trust me its fine" you couldn't help but slightly giggle at his statement, he was quite the charm. jason, on the other hand, couldn't stand seeing the two of you almost get along. he had to do something if he wanted to win you over.

you then looked over to him in anticipation, "jason" he says. "jason todd" he added. "it's nice meeting you, i've heard..interesting things about you" you said as you reached out your hand for a shake as he returned the gesture. "mhm, that's..great i guess" he nodded. "well uhm, i just wanted to come over and say hi. if our dads are gonna work together i should probably get to know his children too as a courtesy" you said with a smile, talking to bruce's oldest sons was quite nerve wrecking to say the least. they were tall, fit, sharp and certainly attractive, they're also intelligent one might add.

"huh" jason blurted out. "i didn't know bruce and mr. stark had to work together" he said. "oh, mr. wayne didn't mention anything?" "he never does" he replied. "hmm, that's a bit odd.." "trust me, everything's odd when you're around him" you couldn't help but chuckle which took jason back a bit, seeing you find his 'joke' funny enough. it was...adorable.

"i'll take your word for it, jason" hearing you say his name was like hearing angels sing to him. he didn't even realize he was developing a crush on someone he just met at a random gala, that never happened before. it must be something about you that attracted jason a lot.

"oh and, do you know where to get some fresh air? all this business talk has been making me ill for the past hour" you asked, a bit embarrassed to say it in front of them. but they seem to get your pain. "I'll let my brother show you, he knows this place a lot more than i do" "wh— you literally live here" jason whispered loudly. "i'll see you around ms. stark, i look forward to working with you soon" and just like that, dick had left you and jason alone.

your eyes followed dick as he walked back into the crowd until he was no longer seen, your gaze returning back to jason who was just staring at you unconsciously. at some point, you found yourself admiring his features for a moment. his eyes that shined against the light, his ruffled hair that sat prettily on his forehead, and his prominent jawline. 'he's cute...i guess' you thought to yourself, not until he cleared his throat when the silence got too loud.

"sooo, shall i show you around or are you gonna keep staring at me?" he said which made you lift a brow. "staring at yo— weren't you the one staring at me first?" you argued, making jason laugh at your protest. "relax, i was kidding" he added, flicking his head towards the staircase for you to follow him. "y'know, for a sec i thought you were a royal of some sort" jason started as the both of you went up. "how so?" you asked. "i don't know, you look all elegant and..the way you speak" you chuckled at his remark. "should i be flattered or is that a bad thing?" "not at all" jason said, a short smile forming. "well, that's what my mother taught me. she didn't want me to be a 'smartmouth' like my dad. he's probably annoying mr. wayne by now because of it" "bruce has already been around smartmouths enough," he turned towards you, "exhibit a" then gestures to himself.

you couldn't help but chuckle at jason. "is that so?" you asked with an exaggerated tone. "i didn't take you for a smartmouth if i'm being honest, more quite the opposite really" "well you might've if we met under different circumstances" "maybe, maybe not" you looked up to him with a mischievous glint in your eyes, a slight smirk forming on his face.

as the two of you walk through the empty halls of the mansion, you both reach the huge balcony where the doors are wide open. the cold breeze seeping through the curtains which sent shivers down your spine. you tried to fight the chills around your skin, but it was evident to jason you were clearly freezing. he unbuttoned his blazer and wrapped it around your shoulders, giving them a quick squeeze when you thanked him. "ahh, this is nice" you exhaled, relief washing over you when the distinct conversations are finally blocked. you stared into the dimmed city lights of gotham, poorly glistening from where you stood.

"it kinda is" jason added, his hands now both in his pockets as he admired the view...and you.

the longer you stared, the longer a thought began lingering. you cracked your head to the side to look at jason standing behind you, ushering him to come forward. "so uh, how long have you been here?" you started. "since birth, i'm pretty much stuck here" jason answered as he leaned against the railings. "but either way, gotham is my home afterall. i don't think i'll ever have the chance to leave this behind, even if i wanted to" there was a bit of sentiment behind his words, but you understood him. you were also pretty much stuck in one place before your father finally agreed to take you elsewhere, to finally let you handle things your own way when you came of age.

he was always protective over you which partially hindered you from living up to your true potential, but now that he's giving you a part of his legacy you have the chance to prove yourself.

"how was it like? y'know, growing up in a city like this" you followed up. "nothing to sugarcoat i'll tell you that, but uh...that's probably a story for another day" jason says, a quick glance to your direction. "another day?" "yeah another day" he said, studying your reaction. his eyes gleamed with hope, hoping that you'd understand where he's getting at. "are– are you saying—" "yes, ms. stark. i, jason todd, am hoping to see you another day"

your cheeks flushed pink, the heartfelt conversation suddenly turning into whatever this was. it was a pleasant surprise. "i— well, i don't see why i'd say no to that offer" you said with the brightest smile on your face. jason contained a smile however, letting his head fall down between his arms while he sighed in relief. that could've gone the wrong way. he tapped against the stone railing and brought his head back up, his cheeks also dusted pink. "a'ight so, when can i see you then?" he raised a brow.

"i'm in the city for the next few weeks, come visit at the flat two blocks away from the stark industries site. i'm at the third floor, second door to your right" jason took note of that mentally, making sure he got every detail down. "right," he nodded. "uhhh, how do they say this— so it's..a date?"

"it's a date, mr. todd"

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ma’am, could we pretty please have some more gaslamp!au? 🥺🥺

"Wildflower," Jason said smirking, jumping over the railing, "don't tell me you're ready for bed?"

"Jason what-"

"Marry me?" he said pulling the ring out of his pocket and kneeling. His heart in his throat, "Run away with me. Tonight. We can be in New York before the morning-"

Lips collide with his and there's a soft warm body in his arms. Reflexively he pulls you closer and strokes your hair. He'd like to leave you breathless and reeling. To show you what's waiting for you- kisses that tempt. That promise. But when he can taste tears- it reminds him that he's still got to be gentle. He can teach you how to play those kinds of games later.

"Yes," you tell him, "But-"

"But nothing," he rumbled, claiming one of your left hand to press a kiss against your palm before siding the ring onto your finger. Relieved that the fit is perfect. "Whatever happened to you-" he broke off and shook his head, "it didn't change my feelings for you. I thought I lost you. And when I found you- Alive- and that man was dead my only regret was that you had to be the one to do it." He wiped the tears off your cheeks with his thumbs and kissed your forehead. "But. I won't lose any sleep over what you did. And no- even if you weren't still a virgin, it wouldn't have changed anything."

"That's just all I had left to offer and I just-"

Jason kissed you quiet quickly and smiled a little, "A razor wit, medical knowledge, and the ability to appreciate the beauty of literature is infinitely more important," he said. "And that's just a short list of things that are more important to me than your virginity."

He can feel you heating with embarrassment and he snuggled you closer. "We'll wake up the whole house if we don't leave soon," he murmured. You wouldn't. Half of them were in Bruce's study waiting and holding their breath he'd swear to it. The other half were keeping watch out a window or from a rooftop to see the lamps on the carriage race down the drive. Champagne would be had. And, if he knew Stephanie and Dick, bets would be made about the birthdate of your first child.

"How will we get out I mean- I can't climb down in a dress."

Jason grinned, "What kind of prince charming would I be if I didn't rescue my princess from her tower?" he teased.

"I'm not exactly a captive in rags," you snort, "Everyone's been very sweet-"

"Just put your arms around my neck and hold on," he chuckled. "Mind, don't look down-"

"It's four stories!"

"And I've been sneaking out the 5th since I was 10," he said grinning, "Just hold on. And please don't slap me. Or faint."

"I don't want to spend my wedding night with a broken neck," you squeak.

"Don't tell me my fearless, tree-climbing, horse-riding wildflower is afraid I'll drop her," he taunted, chucking you under the chin.

"I'm heavy," you remind.

"Hardly," Jason snorted. That he'd address later. He'd write sonnets about your breasts, hips, and belly. Spend hours lavishing kisses on every inch of you he could reach. But now- as he pulled you into his arms and got to his feet; leaving you no choice but to put your arms around his neck. As he savored your little yelp of surprise when he grabbed your bottom to support you against his side- all he wanted was to be well underway. To have you to himself. And for the rattle of the carriage to drown out the sound of all the rakish things he was going to do to you on the way to the wedding.

[lazycats-stuff]

Hi! So I’ve had this idea for a while and idk why but I thought I would go ahead and request it. Batfam x Batbro reader who’s the 2nd oldest (maybe their ages range from like 25-18) and is really close with all his brothers. One night after some encouraging from Dick he decides to go out with some friends. While he is gone this villain who he’s been fighting for a while breaks into the mansion and uses his powers of mind control on the family. (the boys and Bruce, Alfred has the night off so he isn’t here) He uses them as leverage over batbro when he gets back from his night out. (Could you focus more on the scene where they break in and mind control happens? I’ve been picturing we see that part happen and then batbro gets home. Kinda like you would see on a tv show) The villain tries to bargain with batbro (maybe he has powers that villain wants?) for his family but because batbro is a smart badass he finds a way to project villain’s own powers back onto himself so batbro is able to command him to release him family and then he gets sent to jail. The brothers are very impressed with his quick thinking skills and they end up having a “sleepover” in one of their room (because let’s be honest, those beds could probably hold like 15 people) and they all fight over who gets to lay next to batbro and Dick and Jason end up winning that fight. It ends with the brothers being like “hope you enjoyed your once chance at protecting us because it will never happen again!” To batbro because they (even the once younger than him) and very protective of him.

If not it’s totally ok!!! Thank! Love your work!!

Okay, this is good! All of you are so creative. Lets go!

Summary: (Y/N) has to save his family from mind control. It goes somewhat good.

Warnings: mind control, original enemy, OC flirting with (Y/N), introvert reader, (Y/N) is a badass.

(Y/N) looked himself over in the mirror once more. Dick has been telling him for the last week that he should go out. Not alone, but with his friends. (Y/N) preferred his own company over anyone else. Sure, it may sound like he is some sort of antisocial person, but he is just an introvert.

Dick managed to convince him after making a compromise. He wouldn't really go out for the next month and Dick wouldn't nag him about going out at all. Dick happily accepted and made sure to help (Y/N) get dressed.

It was obvious that he is going to go in black, since black is his color and he loved to wear it. Of course, Tim and Alfred would make sure that he wore some color sometimes, but not today. Alfred has a night off and Tim is in his room.

And that's why he looked himself in the mirror once more. A black turtleneck, black pants and on top of that black shoes. Dick wanted to comment on the color choice, but choose not to. If (Y/N) is going out, then Dick won't comment on anything.

Dick and (Y/N) made their way to the kitchen. (Y/N) didn't know if he is going to drink yet or not, but it's better to have a full stomach when drinking. (Y/N) glanced at his rings and his necklace.

His beloved protective amulets.

(Y/N) is a special batkid too. He has powers and sometimes he loved them and sometimes he hated them more than life. He has telepathy and is able to read minds and other things with telepathy that made Bruce pale when he explained it. Second power was pre cognition. Sometimes it turned into full on nightmares and calling out for the person in question.

That was something that he hated, but it was helpful on the field and it was great for avoiding near death situations. Of course, at first nobody knew how to react to the news on the field, but soon they agreed that when (Y/N) said get out or don't do it, they would comply.

And he didn't use telepathy on his brothers and father. He tried not to at least, he couldn't help if he heard a snippet of their thinking process. Sometimes he was freaked out with the way they were thinking.

And sometimes it was just an empty head, no thoughts. That's something that he likes and something that freaks him out too.

Another thing that made Bruce worry is the fact that he is friends with a lot of magical people as Bruce would say. One person was Lord Morpheus, the Dream of the Endless, whatever that meant.

Bruce knew that there was nothing he could do. (Y/N) is an adult and you know, he is responsible for his own choices and actions. Dick knew that too, but he was always worried for his brother.

" Dick, will you stop pestering me? " (Y/N) asked as Alfred gave him leftovers from dinner. " Thanks Alfred. "

" No problem. I'm off, try not to burn the manor down and maybe keep the kitchen intact. " Alfred said and said goodbye afterwards. Dick and (Y/N) said their byes too.

(Y/N) ate the pasta that Alfred has made.

" I'm not pestering you. You are my younger brother and I worry about all of you. Don't drink too much. " Dick said and (Y/N) chuckled as he continued eating.

" Please. You keep forgetting I can read minds. In your mind, you think I'm going to drink beyond belief. " (Y/N) said and Dick started whining at the fact that (Y/N) read his mind.

" Hey! No mind reading! " Dick said and (Y/N) just clicked his tongue.

" That's what happens when you annoy me. " (Y/N) said, putting the Tupperware container in the sink, soaking it in warm water. Dick shook his head as he threw (Y/N) his car keys.

" Now, I want you to go out and have fun. Try not drink too much. " Dick said as he walked (Y/N) out the door. (Y/N) flipped him off and Dick cackled.

" I know you love me! "

(Y/N) gave him another bird and Dick closed the door. Damian walked in, going straight for the fridge.

" Did he leave? " Damian asked as he took a bottle of water out of the fridge. Dick noticed he was slightly sweaty.

" He did. Were you in the gym? " Dick asked and then Tim walked in looking for water too. He was slightly sweaty too.

" I see. A spar? " Dick asked and the two boys nodded.

" Who left? " Tim asked as he opened his water bottle.

" (Y/N). "

" When? " Tim asked, confused. Why did he go? Where did he go?

" Just a few seconds ago. " Dick explained.

" Where? " Tim asked. (Y/N) never really liked to go out.

" He is going out with a couple of friends. Probably to a bar. " Dick said and Tim just nodded, still confused as to why would (Y/N) go out.

" Hey, do we know where (Y/N) is? " Jason asked as he also walked into the kitchen. " I need to talk to him. "

" He went out. " Dick said and Jason has never turned around to quickly.

" No. " Jason said and Dick nodded. " The gremlin finally left his room. Who would have thought? " Jason mused to himself. Dick shook his head in amusement.

" Well, at least someone will have fun tonight. " Jason commented and Dick shook his head once more.

" Wow Jay. I have fun all the time. " Dick said and Tim snorted and Damian had to look away.

" No you don't. Liar, liar pants on fire. " Jason said and Bruce stepped in the kitchen now, looking for his coffee.

" What is going on? " Bruce asked, seeing the way they got along.

" We are talking about the fact that (Y/N) went out with his friends. " Jason said and Bruce raised his brow.

" He did? " Bruce asked, as if the world's greatest detective couldn't believe that his second oldest son was able to go out of the house out for fun and not because he had to.

" Is that really hard to believe? " Dick asked and everyone nodded. Dick just sighed quietly as he looked to the living room. He had to do a double take when he saw Black Seer, just seeing the bastard sitting on the couch.

What the fuck?

Everyone turned to look at the place where Dick looked. Everyone was frozen when they saw Black Seer. He is (Y/N)'s biggest enemy and he wanted (Y/N)'s powers for as long as Bruce could remember.

" Now, where is (Y/N)? " Black Seer asked as he stood up.

" Not here! " Jason said, reaching for a knife to throw. Black Seer tutted as his eyes turned black completely. The knife clattered down on the floor as Jason gripped his head tightly.

Everyone gripped their heads tightly, pain shooting through their heads. Bruce grunted as he felt something heavy in his mind. The others did too. Bruce felt something penetrating the defenses of his mind. He tried to fight it as his knees gave out. He held on the counter tightly as he tried to stand up, but with the headache that's the size of America that was rather difficult.

Bruce kept on grunting. Black Seer watched in amusement as the vigilante family fought the mind control. But alas, there was nothing they could do. It was only a matter of time before they succumbed. Jason didn't want to go down quietly as he grabbed the knife from the floor.

Black Seer tutted as he pushed further in Jason's mind. Jason screamed as he felt the last defenses were breached. He fell down unconscious and the others were not far behind. Damian and Bruce were fighting the most.

" Come on, let go of the control. The sooner you let go, the less painful it will be. " Black Seer prompted, watching in amusement as everyone lost control. Jason was the first to break. He stopped grunting and just looked blankly ahead. His eyes turned black and he knelt in front of Black Seer.

Damian was the next who followed. He fought long and hard, but in the end he succumbed too. He cursed in Arabic before and just stopped resisting. He knelt to in front off Black Seer, just like Jason.

Dick and Tim were the next ones. They put up a big fight, but in the end it was all the same. The two knelt down in front of Black Seer, with the signature black eyes.

Before Bruce lost control, he thought about (Y/N). When is he going to find? Will he have a vision and come and save them? Maybe he will, maybe he won't. Bruce could only hope that (Y/N) would come soon.

(Y/N) sat alone in the bar. His friends had left a few minutes earlier, but he just wanted to sip his drink a bit longer. He found this bar to be cozy and nice and the service was actually really great. And they had great burgers.

He nurtured his cup of Jack and Cola, a nice drink that he has just discovered. He is going to drink all of this and probably one more before going back home, you know, one for the road.

" Anything else I can get you? " A bartender asked, walking up to (Y/N) from the bar, wiping down the counter next to (Y/N) left.

" No, thank you. " (Y/N) said, sipping more of this drink.

" A loner night then? " The bartender asked and (Y/N) shrugged.

" Not really. I was out with friends and they had to leave. I decided to stay alone here. I said why not. " (Y/N) answered and the bartender nodded his head.

" I know that feeling. "

" Thank you... " (Y/N) said, trailing off to get a name.

" Chris. " Bartender filled in the blank with a smile. (Y/N) smiled back shyly before sipping on his drink to avoid talking. Chris took a hint and moved to the right, going to serve another guest.

Oh my God. Was there something more? Is (Y/N) reading more into this? Is he underreading into this?

(Y/N) cursed quietly as he looked up. Son of a bitch. Damn his introvert nature and his awkwardness. He took his phone from his pocket to check the time.

He sighed as it was time to go home. He finished his drink in one go and took his wallet out to pay his tab and tip. He put some cash into a tip jar and he called Chris over.

" Ready to pay? " Chris asked with a smile and (Y/N) gave him his credit card. " Yup. " (Y/N) said, saying to himself that he is going to come back to this bar.

Maybe it wasn't a bad idea to go out tonight. Just maybe. But he would never tell Dick that. He would kill himself before doing that.

Now, this would be good if he wasn't put in a trance by his vision. Black Seer?! In his manor?! (Y/N) was more alert now, waiting for Chris to come by with his card.

" Here you go. " Chris said with a smile and (Y/N) had to force a smile on his face.

" Thank you Chris. " (Y/N) said, standing up. His legs felt like jelly as he stood up.

" I hope you come back. "

" We will see. " (Y/N) said with a forced coy smile on his face. He is going to come back, that's for sure, but after he gets Black Seer out of his house and away from his family.

Like now.

He practically ran to his car, hands shakingly unlocking the car. He turned on the car, driving to the manor as fast as he could. He could only hope that he is not too late.

Oh God...

(Y/N) parked the car before slowly entering the manor. He walked to the kitchen first and seeing a knife on the floor didn't give him any hope. He walked further into the house, shocked when he saw Black Seer.

(Y/N) felt shaky when he saw his brothers and dad under mind control. But now wasn't the time for fear. He had to think quickly on his feet.

He knew what Black Seer wanted. He wanted (Y/N)'s telepathy and pre cognition. He knew it all too well. He still remembers when he saw Black Seer for the first time. He was scared, but he was stronger now.

Bruce trained him mentally and (Y/N) had many fortifications. Not to mention, (Y/N) has been trained in martial arts, just in case according to Bruce. Just in case.

" Hey asshole. " (Y/N) said as he walked closer slowly to Black Seer. He didn't want to scare him and do something to his family's minds.

" That's no way to talk to your enemy who controls the minds of your family. " Black Seer said in his silky voice and (Y/N) knew he had to breach Seer's mind in order to do this.

That is not an easy feet, considering the fact that just tapping into the mind and not reading it are two different things. He knew that he had to thread carefully now. More so when the source of his powers in the mind are very protected.

" I mean, you come into my home, threaten my family and me. Am I supposed to roll the red carpet? " (Y/N) asked, tilting his head with a sarcastic smile. He started tapping into his mind, looking for a way in.

" I mean, that would be nice. It would fit the theme of the manor too. " Seer said, looking around. (Y/N) took a deep breath as he found a week spot.

Now he just had to maneuver his way through the maze and reflect the power back. It's a ballsy move, but hey, sometimes you need to have balls in order to do stuff.

" Sure. Should I serve you caviar too? " (Y/N) asked, allowing sarcasm to seep through.

He is just there. A few more moments.

" That would be nice. " Seer responded and (Y/N) saw it. He just saw the opening and he took it. It took everything in him to not start smirking.

He took a deep breath as he mirrored the power. It took everything in him, this type of reflection is really difficult to pull off. He still needs to learn how to reflect such powers and it takes a lot of mental stamina.

He sighed in relief as his family members were released from their mental shackles. Bruce was taking deep breaths and (Y/N) said that they need to call the Justice League now.

Everyone scrambled to call them and (Y/N) still waited. Once the power damper was put around his neck, (Y/N) relaxed and Bruce caught him before fell down completely.

" Good job son. " Bruce praised as he picked him up like a toddler. He saw the exhaustion in his eyes and waited for the bastard to be taken to jail.

Somewhere far away from them. In another dimension maybe.

The brothers slowly made their way to their brother in Bruce's arms. Bruce allowed (Y/N) to stand and the brothers hugged each other tightly. Bruce joined in, happy to have his sons back.

" I have to say, this was badass. " Jason said, squished in the hug.

" I have to agree Todd, it was smart. " Damian added and Tim and Dick just hummed, too tired to talk.

" Now we need to have a sleepover. " Dick said and everyone had to agree with that.

Bruce picked (Y/N) up and everyone moved to the rooms. More specifically, to (Y/N)'s room. (Y/N) was left in his room to change and that's what he did. The others came by not even 20 seconds later. They were arguing about something while (Y/N) was laying down on the center of bed.

He didn't expect Jason and Dick to jump on either side of him and he didn't expect to see Tim and Damian sulking. After some grumbling they all laid down, Dick and Jason on either sides of him.

" You know, you will never protect us again. I hope that you enjoyed it, because it will never happen again. " Damian said and (Y/N) shook his head, chuckling quietly.

" Sure, sure. "

The others agreed with Damian, even Jason.

" Now that you said it, can we just sleep? I'm tired. " (Y/N) mumbled, closing his eyes.

There were mumbles of agreement and the brothers fell asleep quickly. Bruce joined them a few minutes later. He just wanted to hold his sons for the night.

[to-the-stars8]

Reviving Love

Jason Todd x Reader Chapters AO3

Chapter 9

Jason found Roy on his couch when he entered his apartment. The redhead was laid back watching some Friends re-run and perked up upon Jason’s entering. Almost immediately he asked how it went with you the day before, and Jason, almost excitedly, rehashed all that had happened. 

“So, where are you two going,” Roy asked as soon as his friend was done. 

Jason shrugged, flipping through a sudoku book he had picked up before throwing it onto the table. “She kind of left it open-ended. I think she wants me to decide.”

“You should take her to that play they’re putting on at the park. I think it’s, uh…some Shakespeare one, I don’t know,” Roy said, picking up the disregarded book, looking at it, and then throwing it back down. “Didn’t you say your first date with her in high school was at a play?”

“Something like that,” Jason said. 

He remembered your first date, he was a sweaty mess and stuttered from how nervous he was for half the night. You, on the other hand, seemed so relaxed. Jason had wondered if that was you just being you, or if you had accepted the date out of kindness instead of liking him. It wasn’t until the end of the night, when the two of you had snuck out to the football field, that you finally let your guard down enough to nervously ask Jason for a kiss. It was then that he realized that maybe you had internally freaked out the entire time while he did so outwardly. The two of you had knocked your teeth together when going in, awkwardly pressing your lips together since neither knew fully what to do. The memory was sweet. 

He wondered if you had the same fond memory of that night. The thought was cut short when Roy threw a pillow at him, pointing down to Jason’s phone on the table, before demanding that he text you now. 

Almost instantly, he did, and Roy was enthralled. “Honestly, I think I could be a matchmaker.”

Jason snickered, “No, for all our sakes, stick to your day job. Also, technically, Dick is the matchmaker.”

“Oh? Should we call him then?” Roy started to take out his phone. Jason could not have gotten up fast enough to snatch it from his friend’s hand. “Guess that decided that, then.” 

Jason rolled his eyes, slightly annoyed, but didn’t say anything. He was too focused on asking you about the play. As soon as the text was sent, Jason looked up to see Roy staring at him excitedly. 

“So, should we go buy condoms now or…”

“Roy,” Jason sternly said, trying to hide his embarrassment. 

“Hey, don’t worry, I’m sure she won’t mind that you're a virgin.”

“Roy!” Jason swung the pillow full force at his friend, who managed to miss it by mere inches. The redhead rolled over laughing, remarking how he shouldn't be so nervous for his first time. Maybe Dick would have been a better choice to go to for advice, Jason thought. 

Jason wondered how he would tell Dick about you—If he would in the first place. In a way, he felt that his brother needed to know. After all, it was Dick who got him thinking about you again. Not only that, it wasn’t outright planned, but they were slowly drifting closer to having the relationship they should have before he died. Jason loved it, though would not say it aloud. Things were still rough with the rest of the family, but he knew that, at the end of the day, he could rely on Dick. 

Just as he thought about calling his brother, Jason’s phone rang. Looking down, he noticed that it was your face on the screen. Before he left yesterday, you had given him your number and took a quick snapshot for a contact photo. Quickly, he answered it. 

“H-hello?” Jason’s stutter caught Roy’s attention, making the man break out into a wide grin. Silently, the redhead inched over to try and hear what you were saying, though Jason tried his best to distance himself without making it obvious. 

“Hey, I just got your text, but I’m walking right now,” You said, breathing heavily into the phone. You must have been returning home from work. “I would love to go to that play. I think it’s Much Ado About Nothing, right?”

“Oh, um, maybe—A friend recommended it,” He said quickly. Roy smirked, leaning closer, managing to miss Jason’s attempt to swat at him. 

You hummed, thinking, before going on. “How about this weekend?”

“Yeah, yeah, that sounds great.” Jason didn’t know if he had any plans for the weekend, but he’d clear anything for you. 

“Fantastic,” You said, and he thought that was the end of the call. Just as Jason was about to say goodbye you started to talk again. “Oh, um, Jason?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you…This might be a little forward—I’m sorry, it seems like it’s becoming a habit,” You laughed nervously. “Do you want to come over tonight for dinner? I’m making some type of pasta I saw on TV and need someone to try it.”

Roy nodded excitedly, making gestures of kissing and some other much more obscene ones that Jason turned his back to. Jason’s heart felt like it was fluttering in his chest, so he quickly said yes. Unbeknownst to you, he heard you sigh in relief before telling him the time to come over and hang up. 

“So, about those condoms.” Roy didn’t move in time and felt Jason’s hand lightly hit him on the side of the head.

[luizd3ad]

Their Light | Bucky x reader x Jason

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN!Reader X Jason Todd WC: 1,294 CW: Fluff, kinda angsty, slight talks of anxiety, no use of Y/N, Poly relationship Authors Note: I had this idea the other day and I loved it but I couldn't find anything on this. I never wrote a fic before so this is my first one so im sorry if you hate it

Summary: Just you loving Bucky and Jason

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“Buckyyyy.." Bucky couldn't help but smile a little at hearing you whine.

"Yes doll?" Bucky said, looking up at you.

"What time did Jay say he was coming home?" You asked with a slight pout. Bucky chuckled and smiled softly at your pouting and at the mention of Jason.

When Bucky came back to himself, when he could finally be done being The Winter Soldier, he felt that he was unworthy of love from anyone so he pushed the idea away. Then reluctantly became a member of The earth's mightiest heroes.

Then Bucky made a choice to leave the Avenger to leave New York for Gotham to retire and finally just be James Buchanan Barnes he didn't think that he'd fall for anyone. He wasn’t supposed to fall for anyone.

After everything he did, all the people he hurt, people he killed, the lives he forever altered he thought love would never be in the cards for a guy like him, so it wasn't in the plan to fall for anyone. Especially someone who was a vigilante.

A person who helped keep the citizens of Gotham safe. He didn't think he'd fall for someone let alone Jason, let alone The Red Hood. But he did.

He got lucky with not only finding someone as loving and caring as you but also someone like Jason.

Jason and Bucky understood one another better than he thought two people could ever understand each other. They could walk hand in hand through the darkness in a way no one ever could for either of them, they both had done things that they've grown to regret, things that made them hate themselves, that have made them feel undeserving of love from anyone, undeserving of anyone caring for them.

But then they found each other, then they found you.

You brought them out of the dark, you were a light, their light. You help remind them that there's more to them than the darkness that they carry, that they deserved light despite everything that happened, everything that they had done or whatever they went through.

"He didn't say doll. He should be back any minute, he's usually done around this time." Bucky said while grabbing your hand and giving it a light squeeze to try and help reassure you.

You sighed and closed your eyes, trying to ground yourself for a moment, to lessen the anxiety and the stress you felt. You knew Jason would be home soon. You knew that. You only asked to get some kind of reassurance.

Jason had been a vigilante for years, he knew what he was doing, but accidents happen. Accidents have happened to Jason. But that was before you and Bucky.

The three of you didn't know each other before Jason died you never knew Jason as the trouble making kid that tried to steal tires off the Batmobile in Crime Alley. The kid that got taken away from Bruce, Dick and Alfred too soon. You both got there after. After Red Hood first came (or came back) to Gotham after the fighting, the pushing and pulling between The Batman and Red Hood.

You open your eyes when you hear the window in the kitchen that leads to the fire escape open. You get up from where you and Bucky were sitting in the living room to walk to the kitchen to see someone crawling through the window. That person was your other boyfriend, the infamous Jason Peter Todd. You can't help the smile that spreads across your face when you see him in the kitchen still in his gear from his patrol.

You always felt better when both of your boys were home, where you knew they were safe.

Jason takes off his helmet and looks at you with a smile as you walk up to him to wrap yourself around him. He holds you, his arms wrapped around your back while your arms are around his back, while your head goes on his chest.

"Hi sweets." Jason says softly after kissing the top of your head.

He knows how anxious you can get when he's on patrol so he always gives you a second when he gets back to help reassure you that he's really there. That he's home, he's safe. It only takes a few more seconds before you feel another large body pressed into your back, its Bucky, now you're squished between two of your favorite people.

You treasure moments like this.

While Bucky and Jason greet each other and talk, you sit there and just soak up the moment. You can hear them talk but nothing is really registering to you at the moment. After a little while Bucky pulls away and then Jason grabs your chin with his thumb and pointer finger making you look up at him.

"I'm gonna go shower, alright sweets?" Jason said with a small smile then kisses your head softly as you give a small nod and then he goes off to your shared bedroom.

"Are you okay doll?" Bucky asks after a second.

"Yeah I'm fine, just you know my anxiety can get the best of me sometimes." You say with a small shrug, bucky looks at you with a small smile and wraps his arms around you.

"It's okay I know your mind can get the best of you sometimes but he's safe and he's home okay?" you nod and just lean into bucky for a minute.

"Let's get dinner warmed up doll." Bucky says after a few minutes and you nod at him with a smile.

You and Bucky start to warm up the pasta and chicken that was made earlier. You like eating with all three of you together as much as possible so on nights when you knew Jason or Bucky wouldn't be home till kinda late you'd make dinner so that it can be warmer up later so all of you could eat together.

It was important to you to spend that time together, that was one of the things both men loved about you how you always valued the small moments.

After a few minutes of you and Bucky warming up food, laughing and talking, Jason comes out with black sweats on and towel draped over his wet hair.

He smiles at the sight of you and Bucky just laughing and smiling at each other, it's one of his favorite things to see. The two people he loves more than anything being happy and in love.

Jason walks up behind Bucky and wraps his arms around him and then smiles at you, Bucky smiles and looks over his shoulder at Jason and gives him a kiss after a few seconds they pull away and smile at each other. You can't help but let the sight warm your heart. Jason pulled away from Bucky to walk towards you and put his hands on the counter you were leaning on trapping you between the counter and him, he smiles down at you and gives you a kiss that shamelessly shakes you to your core.

When he pulls away from the kiss, you smile at him and he looks at you with those green eyes that you love so much, those eyes that make you melt in an instant.

"Dinner smells good sweets, Thanks for waiting for me, both of you." Jason says and at the end of his sentence he looks over his shoulder at Bucky while Bucky looks at you both with a smile on his face.

"We'll always wait for you Jay." You say hugging Jason while Bucky walks behind him to hug both of you sandwiching Jason in between you and Bucky.

"Always.” Bucky says without hesitation kissing Jason's head

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[brianwashere]

How do you feel about a bat family x male reader in which the reader (adopted or biologically Bruce’s, up to you) figures out for himself that he is trans and struggles with telling the family

*laughs maniacally* how do I feel? How do I FEEL???

I was very excited omg :333

I wrote this at 1:00 am so I’m so sorry if it’s not as good as my usual stuff

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from DC Comics**

Pairing: batfam x trans!brother!reader

Genre: slight hurt/comfort? There’s a happy ending

Summary: look at req

Tw: unintentional use of deadname, slight mention of skin picking

The Hardest Answer

You’d figured out you were trans a few months ago.

You didn’t wanna believe it at first. You didn’t wanna think about what being trans meant for you. For your family.

Eventually though, it became too much to bear. Weighing down on your chest and slowly suffocating you. You soon came to the horrifying realization you’d need to tell your family.

You knew at least three of your brothers wouldn’t have a problem with it. Hell, Tim had a boyfriend. But what about Damian and your dad?

Damian was obsessed with living up to the Wayne name, no matter how much he pretended he didn’t, and your father, he was always in the spotlight. Always pressured to be perfect, and by extension you were too.

The media was feral when they found out there was another biological child of The Prince of Gotham.

It was the Wayne’s monthly family dinner. It was awful, everyone kept calling you by that awful name. That name that just wasn’t you. It filled your ears and you had no choice but to respond to it.

“Hey ________ can you pass the salt?”

Or

“________ what do you think about doing our hair together tonight?”

You couldn’t handle it. So many people and none of them knew who you really were. You kept your eyes low and messed around with the various foods on your plate.

Tim was sitting next to you and seemed to catch onto you just picking at the food on your plate and not interacting with the people at the table.

“You good, _____?” He whispered to you.

You clenched your jaw and shrugged, forcing yourself not to scream about how you weren’t whoever the hell he thought he was talking to. How you weren’t a girl.

By now Damian’s attention has been caught and he was eyeing you up and down as well.

“_______, seriously if there’s anything you need to talk about I’m—“ Tim started.

“It’s nothing.” You deadpanned harshly.

Dick nudged Jason and they also looked at you with concern.

“If there’s something you’re not telling us, ______ you should really—“

Something in you snapped. You couldn’t handle it anymore.

“Oh my god! I’m not fucking _______! That’s not my name that’s not who I am!” You screamed.

You abruptly stood up and stomped off to your room. Leaving your family, their minds reeling and processing what you had said.

You slammed the door and locked it. You fell against the door and slid down burying your head in your knees. Tears welled in your eyes and you let out a gross sob.

You heard conversation downstairs but didn’t bother to listen. This was it. They were gunna kick you out or send you to conversion camp, or completely ignore it and act like everything was fine.

You heard steady unhurried footsteps echoing off the walls and approaching your room. You kept yourself quiet when they stopped in front of your door.

Two gentle knocks. Alfred. You stayed silent, picking at the carpet

“If there is something bothering you this badly I strongly suggest you talk about it.” He stated.

You noticed how he didn’t address you directly. You were grateful for such a small consideration.

“Did Master Tim say something to offend you?” He asked politely.

You sniffled, wiping your tear-stained cheeks and snotty nose. You slowly picked yourself up from the floor and unlocked the door, cracking it only enough to see Alfred.

“It wasn’t Tim.” You mumbled, looking at Alfred’s shoes.

“Mmm. I see. Something else then? Something deeper, maybe?” Alfred tried.

He caught on. He knew. You knew he knew. He’s observant like that. You pursed your lips, you felt tears full your eyes again but forced them down. You nodded.

“Well Young Master Wayne, how would you like to be referred to?”

You smiled and told him.

“An excellent name.” He complimented, a twinkle in his eye.

“Are…are you gunna tell the others?” You nervously asked.

“It is not my place. But if I were to give you advice, I would suggest you do tell them. They’re all quite worried, you know.” He rested a hand on your shoulder.

“They’ll accept you.” He reassured.

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You walked downstairs and pushed the large doors to the living room open; Alfred had gathered them all there.

Damian was on the floor, petting Titus. Tim was sitting in a small armchair, legs dangling off of one of the arms. Jason was lounging on the couch, feet kicked up on the coffee table. And Dick was sitting crisscrossed on the other couch. Bruce was in a large armchair watching you with knit eyebrows.

You gulped and stepped to where all of the could see you.

Picking your cuticles and watching the floor, you cleared your throat.

“I’m—“ your voice cracked. “I’m sorry for lashing out at dinner but there’s something that’s been bothering me for a while now.”

Everyone watched with anticipation. You took a deep breath.

“I’m trans. I use he/him pronouns. I am not a girl.” You say strongly.

There’s no response. You get nervous, your eyes start to water.

This was all a big mistake you should have never—

Arms were around you. You looked up to see your Jason hugging you. You sobbed into his chest.

“Hey hey, you don’t need to cry. I’m so fucking proud of you.” He assured and pat your back.

“What’s your name, kid?” He asked.

You told him and he smiled.

“That’s a damn good name.” He responded.

The rest of your family caught up quickly. Tim and Dick hugging you and apologizing profusely as well.

Damian walked up to you. You looked down on him. He had his arms crossed.

“I guess one more brother couldn’t do any harm.” He said passively.

You pulled him into a hug as well; he was confused at first but then hugged you back.

Then your father approached you. You held your breath. He embraced you then pulled back to smile at you.

“You make me so proud, son.” He remarked.

You grinned and hugged him again.

Yeah, you were gunna be just fine.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Lily of the Valley

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Jason Todd dies and comes back to life. As the League takes him in, he navigates his morality and family values over the years.

Chapters: 14/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Talia al Ghul, Ra’s al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Sheila Haywood

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Immortal Jason Todd, League of Assassins Jason Todd, Protective Talia al Ghul, Good Parent Talia al Ghul, Jason Todd Needs a Hug, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Hurt/Comfort, Adopted Children, Resurrected Jason Todd

Chapter Fourteen: Baby's Breath

His tenth nightmare or hallucination in three days. Ra's didn't allow anyone to see Jason during that time. The first two days, all Jason did was sleep and wake up screaming, but the third day was different. Jason sat up in a panic, but there was no screaming. Ra's waited for Jason to speak, but he didn't have anything to say. Instead, Jason broke down and wept. Ra's hesitated before wrapping his arms around Jason. "It's alright-."

"I'm sorry I failed you-."

"You wouldn't have fallen had you not been ill. In fact, I'm proud of how you carried yourself despite your attraction to Saru," Ra's grinned.

Jason blushed and pulled his shirt up over his mouth. "Is it obvious?" Jason asked. Ra's shook his head.

"But you are attracted to her?" Ra's questioned. Jason sank into his pillow as he nodded. It was just Jason's luck that Ra's decided to show his more casual side as soon as Jason developed his first crush. He wasn't sure if he preferred this side of Ra's or the cold and distant one. "Jason... I've been thinking. I was going to send you on another assignment straight away, but I've decided I'll give you a choice." Ra's was sincere, and Jason felt like he was being tested.

"Would you like me to go?" Jason asked.

"It's not a test. I'm asking you what you want," Ra's replied.

Jason answered without thinking and wasn't sure he said the right thing. He didn't get a chance to ask Ra's anything further before Ra's left him alone in the room. Jason climbed out of bed and tried to follow Ra's into the hallway, but it was empty. He awakened with a start and nearly screamed as he met eyes with the Ra's he knew. "I'm not dreaming, am I?" Jason questioned. Ra's felt Jason's forehead.

"What did you dream about?" Ra's asked. Jason bowed his head.

"You want to send me away again... Don't you?" Jason mumbled. He bowed his head and hid his face in his hands. Ra's took Jason's wrists and shook his head.

"No, that's not what I wanted to talk to you about," Ra's whispered as he felt the healed wound on the back of Jason's head. "Restored..."

"I'm ready to do whatever you ask," Jason replied.

"Good... Go see your mother and get some rest. There'll be no training for you today or tomorrow," Ra's commanded as he helped Jason out of bed. Jason looked into Ra's' eyes hoping for approval or forgiveness for his failure. "You're an al Ghul in every sense of the name. Now go to your mother."

Jason smiled and stepped forward until he mustered the courage to embrace Ra's. "Thank you for accepting me. You have my undying loyalty," Jason swore to him. Ra's wrapped his arms around Jason, and he let go. He seemed confused by the outward display of affection, but it didn't shake him the way it would've shaken Jason had the tables been turned.

Jason ran down the hall, searching for Talia, and she grabbed him, cradling his face in her palms. "You must be starving," Talia smiled. Jason nodded and embraced her. She kissed the top of his head and led him to the kitchen. "I worried you wouldn't be on your feet this early."

"Is Damian awake?" Jason asked.

Talia nodded. "He's in the kitchen. He's eating a snack before training," Talia replied as she wove her fingers through his curls. "It's midday... I'm sure something is cooking for lunch."

Jason took her hand and followed her to the kitchen, where Damian sat at the counter eating jicama. Jason snuck up on Damian and wrapped his arms around the child. "Could I sit on your training today?" Jason requested.

"Gē! Of course," Damian replied excitedly. Jason smiled and sat next to him as he grabbed a bite of Damian's raw vegetables. Talia looked fondly upon her sons as they ate and whispered for one of the cooks to serve Jason's dinner early.

Talia told him he wouldn't be training until the week's end as he gorged himself on his meal. "You've grown," Talia noted out loud.

"I have?" Jason asked. Damian nodded.

Talia nodded. Jason beamed and pulled his hair back into a bun before returning to his meal. Damian waited patiently for Jason to eat. Once Jason finished his meal, he picked Damian up and spun him around. "Di, you ready to go?" Jason asked. Damian nodded as Jason set him down. "Are you training with Saru again?"

Damian covered his mouth, and Talia shot him a glance. "Didi," Talia warned.

"But she told me," Damian whispered loudly.

Jason's eyes widened, and he crouched down to meet his eyes with Damian's. "Didi," Jason sternly whispered, "What did she tell you? Did Saru say something about me? Because I'm willing to fight her again. I'm not afraid of her." Jason's heart raced as he considered the prospect of seeing her again.

"Do you want me to tell her you'll fight her?" Damian asked.

"In four days... Ra's won't let me fight before then," Jason replied, "Will you go tell her for me?"

Damian nodded and pressed a kiss to Jason's cheek before running off. Talia smiled and shook her head. "Can we talk later?" Talia asked. Jason nodded. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm confused... I feel like things are different than before I left," Jason confessed as he followed her to the training room.

"Is it frightening for you?" Talia asked.

"Ra's said something kind to me," Jason replied. Talia stopped in her tracks.

"He did?" Talia questioned. She knew it wasn't in her father's nature to give a kind word without reason. It wasn't something that came easy for him.

"He said I was an al Ghul," Jason answered. She nodded.

"Never think otherwise," Talia grinned.

[15minlatewithbatbucks]

no choice but to love you pt. 9

FIRST | SECOND | THIRD | FOURTH | FIFTH | SIXTH | SEVENTH | EIGHTH

The hour that Bruce wiggled into his otherwise busy schedule seemed to fly by. He talked with Janet and Tim off and on and managed to hammer out some joint expectations for Tim’s future – private schools, not boarding schools and agreeing to let Tim continue to work with his tutors.

Personally, Bruce thought a five year old was a little young for private tutors, but Tim seemed generally positive about them and he could read and write very well for his age.

Just as Janet had predicted, Tim warmed up to Bruce after he selected a picture of a brontosaurus to color. To Janet’s surprise, he sat on the floor beside the table, uncaring of how it might ruin the lines of his suit. She didn’t partake but she did hand them both juice boxes when they took a short break to get to the really important topics, like favorite colors and favorite insects.

(Red and the Black Swallowtail, for future reference.)

(Seeing his subtle confusion over such an incredibly specific insect, especially after Tim hit him with a full infodump, Janet explained that Tim had only recently found out that New Jersey had a state butterfly. He took it to heart and repped it just as any Gothamite repped the Gotham Gaslamps. Otherwise, his favorite was the taxi cab beetle.)

It was hard not to be ridiculously charmed, Bruce found. Tim shared well, but as Bruce noted before, he was a very particular child. Polite, of course, but particular.

His crayons had to go back into the box just so, but anyone could use them as long as they didn’t break them or put them away. Tim explained that he could sharpen the crayons, so Bruce had to give them back if he wanted them sharpened. He had a system and that was understandable. Jason also had a system when it came to his books and his reading pile.

“Talia has dinner plans tonight,” Bruce mentioned as Janet gathered the coloring books back up and Tim slid the last of his crayons back into their box. He knew that he was rushing things a little bit here, but he’d honestly had fun and didn’t want this little delightful boy to leave.

If Lucius wouldn’t skin him for it, Bruce would have told his assistant to cancel the rest of his meetings for the day.

“Usually I would just throw some sandwiches together for Jason and I – Alfred has Wednesday evenings off – but maybe we can arrange something so the boys can meet,” he finished. Dick wouldn’t be visiting until the weekend, but he did speak with his first son this morning about Tim.

Bruce hadn’t appreciated the derisive laughter, but after all the safe sex talks he’d given Dick, he couldn’t really defend himself. He should have insisted on a condom although at the moment he would say otherwise.

Janet straightened, pulling the tote bag back over her shoulder. She looked surprised.

“Tonight?” she asked. “That’s pretty soon, but… Well, I guess there’s no use putting things off, I suppose. Do you have a place in mind?”

“Jason won’t go for anything fancy. There’s a diner on West 84th that he really likes. I could send you the directions?” he offered. He intentionally didn’t mention the threat of gossip rag reporters hanging around the higher end dining establishments of Gotham. He knew that this wasn’t Janet’s first rodeo, even if there was a baby on board this time.

And besides, Louie’s Diner was a great place to take kids.

“As long as they have chicken tenders or chicken nuggets,” Janet said. “Or fries. Tim isn’t usually picky, but sometimes…”

“It’ll be a lot going on for one day,” Bruce finished, correctly assuming the path of her thoughts. It was disheartening, but… “We don’t have to.”

“No, no,” she said thoughtfully, raising her arm to let Tim slide in under it. He plastered himself to her side and she looked down at him consideringly. “He’s in good spirits today. We can try for a nap at home and it’ll be fine. Will you nap for Mommy, Tim?”

Tim nodded against her hip and turned to bury his face against her. She pat his head consolingly.

“I’m not sleepy, but I’ll try,” Tim mumbled. “I want to meet Jason. And I want chicken nuggets.”

“They have chicken tenders,” Bruce said when Janet glanced at him in askance.

“Do they have honey mustard? It has to be the honey kind,” he dictated, peeking out a bit.

“I know they have mustard, but I don’t know if it’s the honey kind. Jason likes their barbecue sauce,” he offered. Tim’s face screwed up a little.

“That’ll do, I guess.”

Bruce mentally resolved to call ahead and ask. If they didn’t have honey mustard, he’d just text Janet and find out what Tim preferred and bring it himself.

Janet pursed her lips. It was a toss up whether she wanted to laugh or continue worrying. “We’ll plan on meeting tonight and I’ll let you know if anything changes, okay?”

“Sounds great,” Bruce agreed and reluctantly showed them out. Emma stopped the mother and son to ply Tim with more little candies. Feeling very normal, Bruce watched them as they departed.

[imaginingmarvelandeverything]

Late Night Check In

Pairing: Platonic Dick Grayson and Jason Todd with an appearance from Bruce

Warnings: mentions of death, weapons

Word Count: 2096

A/N: Here’s my first platonic batfam fic! I’m using Dick and Jason because they’re the characters I know best, but I’ll hopefully be able to start adding more characters the more of these I write. This doesn’t have anything to do with Titans, I just couldn’t find a better gif! Anyway, I hope you like it!

Ko-Fi

Masterlist

If there was one thing Dick Grayson hated more than anything, it was fear toxin. Nothing could prepare you for seeing your nightmares so clearly and the way it lingered afterwards was one of the worst feelings. This time Dick had managed to weather two nightmare before he felt the need to check on his family members.

Bruce, Alfred, Damian, Tim and Cass were all fast asleep in their bedrooms, none of them even stirring as he poked his head in to check. A quick call to Babs confirmed that she was okay and Steph was sleeping soundly at the clocktower, even if Babs did threaten to dye his suit bright pink if he called her that early again.

But it was worth it to know all his family members were safe. All of them apart from Jason.

Dick was mildly ashamed to admit that he knew Jason’s favoured safehouse because he’d followed his no-longer-so-little brother home at the end of patrol on more than one occasion. But it wasn’t like Jason had given him any other choice and he knew he wasn’t the only Bat to do so. He knew Jason was likely to have a better reaction to Dick knowing where he lived rather than Bruce.

So, Dick dressed in dark clothes and took one of the older bikes from the garage to make his way across the city to the end of crime alley. He stopped two blocks away from Jason’s building to reduce the chance of being spotted by any cameras that would alert Babs or Jason to what he was doing. He wasn’t planning on staying too long, he only needed to set eyes on Jason to make sure he was okay, but he still stashed his bike behind a dumpster and made sure it was hidden behind a pile of trash bags. Crime alley might have improved slightly since Bruce caught Jason trying to jack the tires off the Batmobile, but Dick wasn’t in a hurry to end up in a similar position.

He made sure no one was watching before he jumped up onto the dumpster and pulled himself up onto the fire escape. He tried to be as quiet as possible on the rusted metal as he climbed up onto the roof. From there it was no issue at all to jump across the roofs to Jason’s building.

It occurred to him halfway there that he had no idea what he was going to do if Jason had decided to crash in one of his other safe houses for the night. He supposed he could just check them all, but he really didn’t want it to come to that.

He was as quiet as possible again as he descended on the fire escape to Jason’s floor. But he didn’t need to be because as soon as he hit the bottom step of Jason’s floor, the window slid up and the man in question slid out onto the landing.

Blue-green eyes immediately locked onto Dick and Jason’s hand jerked down to what Dick assumed was a hidden weapon, only aborting as Jason recognised him.

“What the fuck, Dick?”

Dick honestly didn’t know how to respond.

Jason huffed and lit a cigarette before leaning against the railing directly across from the stairs. He looked annoyed and Dick would have believed it if he didn’t see the slightest shake in Jason’s hand as he raised the cigarette to his lips.

“You got hit.” Dick stated, finally stepping down onto the landing outside the window and checking Jason over in the light streaming through. “You didn’t tell anyone.”

Jason shrugged and took another drag. “I’m fine.”

“We have a protocol, Jaybird.” Dick said, flittering nervously; his body needing to move, to make sure his brother was okay, but being unable to touch Jason in case he bolted.

“There was a crack in my helmet. I barely breathed any in, definitely not enough for an antidote. I just feel jittery.” Jason narrowed his eyes at Dick’s movement. “Apparently exactly like you. Please tell me you don’t still feel the need to compulsively check each family member after getting dosed?”

Dick shrugged and buried his hands in his hoodie pocket. If anything his anxiety surrounding family had only got worse after Jason’s death because not only was he not there when his little brother needed him, coming back to a voicemail where Jason practically begged for his help, but no one told him his brother was dead for a month.

Jason sighed and stubbed out his cigarette on the wall before dropping the butt into a glass he kept for that purpose on his window ledge. “You hungry? I made cookies.”

“The peanut butter ones?” Dick asked hopefully. It had been one of the only recipes Jason could remember making with his mom because it had like four ingredients and took minimal effort. They’d made them together the first time Jason showed up at his front door after a fight with Bruce.

“Of course.” Jason scoffed and climbed back through his window.

Dick hesitated before following him and closing the window once he was through. One glance around the room confirmed that this was Jason’s favoured safehouse; the bookshelf in the corner was almost overflowing, there was a large, fluffy blanket draped over the back of the sofa, and there were a few framed photos dotted around. The photo on the side table drew his eye and he picked it up, finding the faces of the original titans staring back at him. Him and Jason were in the middle, his arm around the younger boy as he beamed at the camera and Jason gave a nervous smile. He’d spent the whole weekend practically glued to Dick’s side, still feeling out of place outside of Gotham.

(Dick told himself the tears in his eyes were an after effect of the fear toxin.)

He took a deep breath to centre himself and put the photo back before walking into the kitchen to find Jason using a spatula to transfer the cookies to a plate. Dick went to grab one and Jason smacked his hand away, muttering about letting them cool and Dick relented, watching Jason tidy the kitchen with a small smile on his face.

“So, everyone else get out unscathed?” Jason asked, shooting Dick a look out of the corner of his eye.

Dick nodded. “Everyone’s fine, sleeping soundly.”

“That’s good.” Jason said, finishing up before grabbing the plate of cookies and walking back into his living room.

Dick followed him and took the unspoken invitation to drop down next to Jason on the sofa. Jason put the cookies on the coffee table and started chewing on one as he started flicking through TV channels. Dick curled his legs up beneath him as he reached out and grabbed a cookie. They were just as good as he remembered and he wondered if he’d be able to convince Jason to start hanging out more if he reminded him what a terrible cook he was and asked for lessons.

Jason settled on a random cooking show, clearly avoiding anything with a laugh track. Dick buried further back into the sofa, content now he knew everyone was okay and he wasn’t alone. Jason pulled the blanket off the back of the sofa and wordlessly offered Dick half. Dick gladly swaddled himself as much as he could without ripping it away from Jason, and they both settled down to watch a woman show them how to joint a whole chicken.

***

“You know, at least Dickhead waited to be invited in.”

“I’m sorry, I just wanted-”

“To ruin my morning and make me burn another safehouse.”

“No, Jason-”

“I mean, you couldn’t have at least knocked before picking my lock?”

Dick groaned as the argument pulled him out of the best sleep he’d had in weeks. “’m trying to sleep.”

“This is your fault.” Jason said viciously to who Dick was assuming was Bruce.

Bruce sighed deeply, something he seemed to do every time he was around Jason these days. Dick finally forced his eyes open to see his adopted dad standing in front of Jason’s TV, which was still playing cooking shows, wearing non-descript dark clothes and pinching the bridge of his nose.

Dick it turned out had managed to fall asleep on a cushion in Jason’s lap, and he tried to push down the emotion threatening to swell in his chest. Instead, he turned onto his back and looked up at his brother. Jason looked more well rested than he had the night before as well, so Dick took that as a win. But he also looked extremely pissed about the fact that Bruce had apparently barged in without an invite.

“What’re you doing here?” He turned his attention back to Bruce. Jason snorted and shot Bruce a pointed look that clearly said, see he agrees with me.

“I- Well-” Bruce sighed again. “Every time you’ve been hit with fear toxin, you’ve always checked on each member of the family at least three times throughout the night. You only checked in once last night and then you were missing when we all got up.”

“So you decided to break into Jason’s apartment?” Dick asked, sitting up and cracking both of his shoulders before looking back at Bruce.

“I tried calling, you didn’t answer. So I called Babs and she said you’d checked in just after three AM but she hadn’t heard from you since. She tracked you here.” Bruce explained.

“Still doesn’t explain why you completely bypassed knocking on my door to breaking and entering.” Jason said, and for the first time Dick noticed the gun resting on the sofa on the other side of Jason.

Bruce ran a hand over his face. “I don’t have a good answer for you.”

Jason rolled his eyes and stood up from the sofa. “Right. Well, now we’ve established everyone is still alive,” Jason definitely missed the way both Dick and Bruce winced. “you can both leave me be so I can find somewhere else to live.”

Dick wasn’t ashamed of the look he sent Bruce because Jason had been opening up to him, he’d let him spend the night and hadn’t shoved him off when Dick had apparently decided to use him as a pillow. But now he was going to run again, and he was going to be even more guarded with his safe houses, and Dick didn’t want to lose the ground he’d managed to gain.

Bruce frowned and glanced between the two of them. “Jason, you don’t have to move. I won’t put this in the system, it will stay between me, Dick and Babs, the others won’t know. And I promise they’ll be no more unannounced visits.”

Jason froze halfway between the sofa and the kitchen and turned to look at Bruce like he was expecting the man to have grown two heads.

“I promise. This-this is clearly not just a safe house and you shouldn’t have to sacrifice that because of me.” Bruce said, more sincere than Dick had heard him sound in a long time.

Jason seemed to weigh the options. “Fine, still doesn’t mean I want you in my living room.”

Bruce nodded with a small smile before turning to Dick. “You coming home?”

“I’ll follow you in a bit, my bikes not far from here.” Dick stood and stretched out his sore muscles. Bruce nodded and looked at Jason again, who pointedly avoided his eyes, before turning and leaving out the front door. He turned back to Jason. “You okay?”

“You mean other than the fact that I nearly shot him when he came in through the door?” Jason snorted and continued into the kitchen.

Dick followed him, well aware that he needed to be careful with what he said next so Jason wouldn’t redirect his anger. “You know, Alfred still makes a full English after we have a run in with Scarecrow.”

Jason hummed as he pulled two mugs and tea bags out of his cupboards.

“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind fixing an extra plate. And if you didn’t want to see Bruce, I’m pretty sure Alfred would make him eat in his study if it meant being able to see you.” Dick tried.

Jason sighed. “If I come with you, will you leave me alone after?”

Dick couldn’t keep the smile off his face. “I’ll leave you alone for a week, but no promises after that.”

“Fine.”

Dick took the win and couldn’t help but hope things were starting to get better between them all.

[ajgrey9647]

reaching out, grabbing their hand + Boom! Comics; Tommy/Jason POST-introduction to the Coinless Arc but PRE-Shattered Grid (might as well make it a challenge)~

Tightening the Bond

He did not know whether to consider it a blessing or a curse, though he was heavily leading toward the latter. How many people have been ‘privileged’ enough to meet another version of themselves, one that had made vastly different choices and lived a life they’d never conceived of?

Tommy felt it was not what it was cracked up to be. He would not have recommended it to another, that’s for damn sure!

Following the surreal experience of meeting an older, eviler, more psychotic, power hungry asshole of a ‘Tommy Oliver’, the Green Ranger found that he frequently searched his friends’ faces as he chatted, joked, sparred, and fought beside them.

Did they look at him and see Lord Drakkon? Did they find that they were right in the beginning to have reservations about letting him join their team? In their heart of hearts, did they fear him, have nightmares that he’d one day turn on them?

Letting out a deep sigh, the teen pulled his knees to his chest, his forehead dropping to rest upon the green denim. His face flushed with embarrassment and shame and guilt though he’d done nothing wrong.

‘Drakkon is the tyrannical monster who tortured, maimed, traumatized, and murdered the Rangers of his world. Not me! I could never be so heinous!’

It didn’t help that immediately after tangling with the vicious dictator, Tommy had returned home to discover his ‘old man’ had been on a three day bender and was primed to insult, spit, and strike his ‘prissy’ adopted son. The earlier part of the evening had been spent listening the dick scream, yell, and degrade him up one side and down another. Nothing he said was new, it was all part and parcel of his usual vile diatribe.

But hearing how screwed up he was, how unwanted, how he was such an annoyance, a leech, a pain in the ass so soon after being confronted with the prima donna that was Lord Drakkon was vastly more painful. He was acutely aware that the other Rangers knew or suspected his home life sucked ass. Tommy took great pains to keep them from coming to his home or meeting his ‘folks.’

Jason already had a taste of the majesty that passed for Mr. Oliver, he knew and it still twisted his stomach in queasy knots when he thought back on the experience. For some reason, the Red Ranger had taken it in his head to swing up unannounced to pick Tommy up for school, once the weirdness between them in those early days had subsided. And par for the course, his ‘dad’ was still hung over when he yanked the door open and squinted out into the early morning light. 

“The fuck you want?” he slurred, gripping the tattered door frame for what tenuous support it could offer.

Jason’s dark eyes blinked rapidly as he took in the old drunk glaring at him suspiciously.

“Umm… I was coming to pick Tommy up for school, sir,” he tried, plastering a friendly smile across his face.

Abruptly, the scuffed door slammed shut and stupidly Jason continued to stand on the crumbled front stoop, waiting anxiously and shifting his weight from foot to foot. From the other side, he could hear angry yelling peppered with a variety of obscenities and slurs. He was getting ready to open the door when it opened and Tommy’s lanky frame was barrelling through, his face reddened and eyes moist.

Mr. Oliver’s voice bellowed out after him.

“I’m not fucking around with you, princess! Not under this motherfucking roof! I won’t tolerate that disgusting…”

Boldly, Jason leaned around and pulled the knob, cutting off whatever cruel insult was dripping from the old man’s lips. He’d returned to his car, where Tommy huddled in the passenger seat, chewing his inner cheek and picking at the hem of his t-shirt. A herd of oxen couldn’t drag anything from the teen and he was silent the entire ride to Angel Grove High.

Now, here he sat atop a picnic table in the park, alone, and ruminating on the exact point of divergence between himself and Drakkon. They shared this sad, abusive history, yet they branched off in differing directions at some juncture. What was it that persuaded them toward good or evil?

Stars twinkled over and the moon glowed like an otherworldly jewel. Was Rita staring down at him right now? If so, she should probably rethink fucking with him considering her fate at Drakkon’s hands. And if any of that wildness resided in Tommy, she’d be wise to give him a wide berth.

Faintly, the Green Ranger heard soft footsteps over his shoulder and he turned slightly to see Jason carefully approaching.

“Hey,” the Red Ranger called softly. “Room for one more up there?”

Tommy managed a small smile as he swung around to face his leader.

“You’re a long way from home, Jase. What brings you out this way?” he asked even as he patted the tabletop beside him.

Bounding up to take the place at Tommy’s side, the dark-haired teen sighed.

“I was worried about you… After everything that happened with Drakkon,” he responded. “Zordon told me you were out here. Alone.”

The Green Ranger’s hands fidgeted in his lap, self conscious at the news that Zordon had been watching him. Perhaps he was concerned about Tommy’s true nature as well?

“Well, I had to get out of the house. I couldn’t take the screaming and insults. My old man’s been on a bender and he’s a fight looking for a place to happen.”

Jason nodded in understanding and he slid a comforting hand on the other teen’s shoulder.

“Sorry, man. Isn’t there anything someone can do about what’s going on?”

“Nah… been there, done that. With my shiny track record, I get all the blame and nothing ever gets better, just worse. I’m biding my time until I can get the hell out of there on my own,” Tommy murmured, relishing the feeling of Jason’s warm, soothing touch.

The Red Ranger was silent a moment, unsure what he could even say that would mean anything right now. 

“Jason?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you trust me?” Tommy whispered, afraid to meet his best friend’s eyes. “I mean… after all this mess…”

Mouth agape, Jason was stunned at the teen’s question. His opinions on Tommy hadn’t changed despite being confronted with his darker self. Tommy wasn’t Drakkon. To him, it was that simple.

“What do you mean? Of course, I trust you, Tommy Oliver,” he said firmly. “Why would you think I wouldn’t?”

Tommy shrugged weakly and averted his face, licking his lips before giving voice to his darkest worries.

“Do you think it says something about me if I admit that I can see why Drakkon killed his old man? And that I sometimes wish I had the balls to do the same?” he blurted out. “Sometimes I worry that I don’t know where I end and he begins!”

Tugging on his shoulder, Jason forced Tommy to look at him.

“That monster was an anomaly! That’s not who you are, or you would have killed him a long time ago!”

“Is he though, Jason? Is he really the anomaly or am I? Drakkon makes sense, not me! What reasons do I have to be a good person? Because everything in my life has railroaded me to go down a bad path.”

He ran a shaky hand through his long tresses.

“You know I have a seedy past, Jase. Getting in trouble at school, getting expelled, going to juvenile hall. Picked up for fighting, drinking, smoking, vandalism, theft. I screamed, cursed, spit at, and fought almost every authority figure that came my way.”

Tommy swallowed, tears threatening. He hadn’t meant to go this deep into confession, but here he was and he might as well have out with it.

“Until you. Well, after I was freed from Rita’s spell,” he continued. “I mean, I know we’ve butted heads a time or two because we’re both stubborn as hell, but… I actually care what you think of me and I want you to be proud of me.”

Jason was dumbfounded. He had no idea Tommy felt this way and he struggled to come up with some sort of reply. When he didn’t speak, the Green Ranger went on, feeling more small and foolish and vulnerable. 

“I’ve never had a best friend before, any friends for that matter. Only acquaintances. And they weren’t anyone I’d trust or confide in or give two shits about.”

His shoulders hunched under Jason’s hand and the Red Ranger felt his frame shake slightly as the tears started to roll down his freckled cheeks.

“When the Coinless told me that Drakkon killed his Jason, I almost cried, right there in front of them and Billy. Because I couldn’t believe you didn’t exist in that world anymore, that that asshole could be such a fucking idiot to not see it…”

Hazel eyes flashed with intense passion before Tommy abruptly stopped speaking, his teeth biting harshly into his lip. He’d almost fucked up and said something that he couldn’t take back. His brain frantically tried to find a way to redirect the conversation before Jason could ask questions.

“I’m afraid that you will see Drakkon in me and turn your back, banish me from the Rangers, and I’ll be alone again.”

“Listen to me, Tommy! That will never happen, ok? I trust you with my life. We go into battle together and I know you’ve got my back, no questions. I wouldn’t hesitate to have you as my partner against Rita and her goons any day of the week!” Jason argued, taking both of the Green Ranger’s shoulders in his hands, fighting the urge to shake him soundly.

“I meant what I said that day on the beach when I asked you to join us. I offered you my hand and I’m still offering it to you, even after Drakkon and his bullshit. It changes nothing in my mind about whether or not I trust you or if you’ll turn on me.” 

Dropping one of his arms, Jason extended his hand towards Tommy. The teen gazed down at it through the haze of tears and sniffed. This meant more to him than the Red Ranger could fathom. 

“Say you’ll stay with me, Tommy, stay with the team… We need you. And we want you.”

A wobbly smile curved the boy’s lips and he gratefully reached out and grabbed Jason’s strong, steady hand.

“You have my word. As long as I’m breathing, I’m your Green Ranger, Jase…”

[stoptellinglieslois]

Principal of pleasure part 4

The continuation of part 3 the mission completed the city’s are safe from Killer crock and Penguin. Clark and Dick go home to their lives Clark get’s a phone calls and text’s. from all sorts. 

Superman x Nightwing pairing

Clark

I knew boomed everything my mind was going full on circuit and I malfunction I haven’t worked with Dick in long while but that was excuse.

And that’s what totally derailed me at that moment I never got that way ever that was very dangerous what I did wasted everyone time and lives were at stake.

As I sat in the kitchen well after midnight on a Sunday.

 I avoided Batman not wanting to hear how bad I failed at this mission letting people suffer as I think about Dick.

My cell phone didn’t stop ringing calls from Diana Bruce kept filling up my voice mail.

When I got a strange text I looked at the caller ID it was a private number.

{Hey big blue it’s Hood lol I’am hearing some crazy shit coming from Bats that shit was funny as hell. smoke and fumes came out of the bats ear just letting you know no one suspects anything from both of you.}

Red hood

I read it I didn’t want to him answer him back I didn’t know what to do so I let him go, I had nothing to say on my behalf how could I explain myself to anyone at least it was Jason and as far as I know he won’t say anything.

As Superman I felt like I didn’t want to explain myself as Clark I can’t say anything and as Kal-el l would betray all if I opened my mouth best kept him silence.

My phone buzzed again and it was Dick this time.

I walked to the balcony closed the screen door behind me and answer him.

“Hello” I gulped a little not sure how to explain to Dick on what I just did to the mission.

“Hey Clark are you ok ?”

“Yes I’m great Dick I know what I did was not the best choice at that moment, But it was the choice I made a very poor choice but still my choice.” I said looking at the sky it was frosty and cold and dark night sky. I was the only one on the balcony out here plus I was only wearing a t-shirt everyone was recovering from the flood no one would notice me.

I hope he didn’t ask me to talk about what just happened.

“Diana knew you we’re lying her lasso wasn’t even on you and it still picked up your lie, You said you just wanted to see me be near me but not when we are occupied Clark.” Dick said I’ve all way enjoyed listening to his voice it was interesting to me a combination of man and boy all in one it was cute. 

But he wouldn’t to hear that from me right now. “I’ did lie to Diana I banded the rules to cover a sin.” I said it came out of my mouth I didn’t have time to correct but it was to late.

“Oh.”

“Yes oh Dick that’s how I felt about you all along it’s hard not telling any of this not knowing if you had anything for me. So if Diana picked up my deceiving ways on why I lied then fine no one get’s hurt as long as she do’s not know the truth about us.” I said sitting on a small chair was frozen in place.

“.. Bruce is cursing you out he won’t forget this ever he quoted (Is he chasing some tail) and quote when he said that I wonder what he was thinking I know he do’s not know about us but Bruce is his own mystery on his own if we keep screwing up he will very well find out about us.” Dick says I knew he was right I didn’t want that.

“We could meet up sometime soon.”

“Ok why don’t we meet at the cafe when we first met.”

“Not that place Dick.”

“Where then ?”

“I was think a place where people aren’t around more private.”

“.....” Silence was thick in the air as I put that out there for him to process.

“If you come here Barbra comes here from time to time some of her stuff is here and I think your place is out of the question are you asking to go to some motel.” Oh god it sounded so crass it was not what I wanted it to be like that.

“It’s not what I was talking about we could go anywhere around the world  I’ll take you it could be my Valentine gift.” I said not wanting to sound so dirty.

“Actually a motel sounds nice like you said I could go anywhere we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to but it sounds good to me.” Dick said this conversation went from I hope I didn’t need to explain myself to do you want to make plans to meet up.

“If that’s what you want then that’s what you get.” 

“Which motel Metropolis or Bludhaven.”

End of part 4 next is part five 

Thank you for reading !

[thisismysecondrodeo]

"This Means the World to Me" Part 9

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AN: This one has a touch of angst, but you gotta believe in rom-communism to make it to the spice at the end marked with 🌶️

Tags: oral sex (female receiving), vaginal fingering, graphic descriptions of p-in-v sex

Willa did end up coming to New York to celebrate. You had meetings with Sasha and HBO about what’s next, Jason joining over Zoom. The two of you put on your professional hats and tried to keep the loving gazes to a minimum, not that it always worked. 

Sasha kept it real with you, as she always did. “You’re not going to be rich for the next few months, even the next year or two. But I think you should take the leap and quit the day job. You are so talented. This is the start, not the peak. Boring old accounting will always be there, and I’m sure you can thrive off you-know-who’s Ted Lasso money.” 

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not letting Jason bankroll me. Well, not directly. I’ve got savings and a writer’s room paycheck, I’m sure I can figure it out.”

“Selfishly,” Sasha started speaking slowly, sipping her latte. The two of you were in a coffee shop around the corner from her office, a mix of personal and professional. “I wouldn’t say no to another novel. We’ve talked about other ideas you’ve had and I know time is going to be tight, but now would be a great time, publicity-wise.” 

You hadn’t thought about a 3rd novel but you always have ideas floating, always have a notebook tossed in a bag for when something strikes you. Jason joked he felt like he was out with his therapist sometimes, but you often let him read your ideas. You enjoyed his feedback; he was a brilliant writer and he made your ideas stronger.

“What about short stories? I feel like I can totally squeeze in some ideas that won’t make full length novels.” 

“Girl, that’s a great idea,” Sasha accidentally got too loud and looked around, waving her hand dismissively, “I’m literally already too excited. Can you work on getting me some ideas soon? Something I can shop around?”

“I will get on that in London,” and you knew when you said it that it would set Sasha off on a girl talk tangent. You didn’t mind at all.

-

Because production for your show wouldn’t start until after Ted Lasso filming ended, you once again found yourself talking to Willa while buying a one way ticket, this time to London. The two of you would be heading to the airport together and she was uncharacteristically quiet. Willa lounged on the couch in Jason’s living room as you moved about the kitchen getting plates and forks for your takeout.

“Everything okay?”

Willa smiled softly at you. “Yeah, no, I’m just…so happy for you. You literally look so at home here. And I guess I’m just a little bummed that your family…” Willa trailed off. You hadn’t really spoken to your parents since the Emmys, not seriously anyway. They loved you, they checked in on you, but you hated the feeling like you needed to defend yourself and your choices, so the relationship was stilted.

You sighed. “I know. And I think you’re the best friend in the world that it’s bumming you out. I think we’ll get there you know? It’ll just… take some time.” 

“Are you going to take Jason to meet them?”

“Oh I guess I’ll have to eventually,” you waved your hand dismissively, “but god it feels like a dick move to subject him to that.” 

“You’re not subjecting him, he loves you. And I’m sure your brother is dying to meet him.” Willa was right, your older brother had been supportive from day one, had technically met Jason on FaceTime and asked after him everytime the two of you spoke, which wasn’t often but was always pleasant. “Just take everyone to an activity of some kind, a basketball game or a movie, literally just anything where you don’t have to entertain each other for 2 hours.” You laughed. Willa was right, as she tended to be. 

-

Your arrival in London was marked with the energy of a homecoming. You surprised Jason by coming straight to set, not wanting to waste a minute by waiting for him at his rental. You felt bad that you showing up was such a distraction, but Hannah and Juno especially greeted you like long lost friends. Brett grinned, with a “there she is,” and met you with open arms. And at the end of a long line of hello’s was Jason in one of his classic directing outfits, a Run the Jewels hoodie and baseball cap, smiling broadly at you and catching you in his arms, spinning you around with a chaste kiss. 

You joined the crew on their lunch break and caught everyone up on your good news, that you’d be writing your next book, or at least as much of it as you could, while you were still in London, and the cast invited you to hang out while you did it. You looked to Jason, not wanting to overstep but he just nodded enthusiastically, so you agreed. 

“Alright, more importantly,” Brett started, everyone turning to listen, “if you’re going to hang out with us, you have to take the quiz.”

“Oooo, yes,” Toheeb responded excitedly clapping his hands together. 

You laughed looking around the faces at the table, nervous but curious, “Oh jeez and if I fail?”

“Well its only one question and you’ll still be allowed back you’ll just never hear the end of it.” 

“Fair, hit me.”

“If you could choose any song for Rebecca to have karaoke’d in Season 1, what would you have picked?”

You put on your most serious face while you tried to think of a good answer, something that didn’t sound like you were sucking up to someone’s specific sensibilities. It suddenly hit you, a ridiculous answer that almost made you laugh out loud but you thought it would hit harder if you said it matter-of-factly. 

“American Boy by Estelle ft. Kanye West. Colin doing the Kanye verse of course.” 

You give it a beat, amused at how no one quite knows if they’re meant to laugh until you finally crack a smile. Brett laughed loudly and easily, hitting his hand on the table, Jason joining him with a giggle. Hannah didn’t know the song and everyone got a kick out of playing it for her. 

“You passed,” chuckled Brendan, “that’s certainly one we’ve never heard.” 

“So karaoke tonight then, yeah,” suggested Juno giddily.

“Oh I am NOT a performer,” you laughed. “But I will happily hang out and drunkenly support you.” You yawned at the end of your sentence, and Jason shook his head at you.

“After a nap maybe. Come on I’ll get you home. Be back in 30 y’all,” Jason directed towards the crew who all nodded, happy to get a little bit of extra lunch time. 

“Make that 45,” you suggested, and Hannah and Juno giggled knowingly. Jason laughed taking wrapping an arm around your waist, and tossing over his shoulder, “you heard the lady.”

Karaoke that evening was as raucous as you expected, more of a free-wheeling club. Having time with Jason earlier in the day, as quick as it was, helped you feel more settled, more free to party with his friends like they were yours. You danced with Juno in a way that in past relationships would have made your partner jealous but when you looked over at Jason he was watching with amusement, pressing a bottle of beer to his lips, dragging your eyes to his jawline. It was Juno’s small frame pressed against you at the moment, but when your eyes locked on him you could still feel the ghost of his presence, his touch. 

When the song ended you grabbed another drink, and as soon as you pressed the glass to your lips you could feel Jason come up behind you, his hands on your waist, leaning over you to order another beer. 

“You are incredibly sexy, you know that,” he whispered low in your ear, and you shuddered involuntarily. Just as he pressed his lips to your neck, you heard Brett calling your name and the opening notes of American Boy. You turned in Jason’s arms, “you didn’t!” Jason lifted his hands up defensively and laughed, “not me.”

And somehow you found yourself three sheets to the wind being the Kanye to Brett’s Estelle. There was more drinks and more laughter and at the end of the night you found yourself giving a drunk Juno a piggyback ride on the way to a chip shop. You were glad to be heading out because you weren’t sure how much longer you could look at Jason’s mouth around a beer bottle, or his tongue licking salt off the rim of a shot glass. You could tell he was feeling it too, when he kissed you more passionately than he normally would in public, Juno still wrapped around your back laughing at how closely she was involved. Hannah snapped a photo and the next morning when you managed to untangle yourself from the sheets you saw it on Juno’s instagram, and laughed when you realized she had used your caption, Paris looks nice this time of year. 

The time in London was flying by and you didn’t go to set everyday but you were there often. It was nice to have people around while you wrote, the hustle and bustle kept you focused. You and Jason fell into a routine similar to that in New York, but now with plans for his kids to come out for a while. You made plans with your family to visit New York, and by extension meet Jason,  when you were back in town. Now that the writers room for the show had a date, there were plans that needed to be made and as exciting as it was, it made you anxious. And being anxious made you grumpy, as much as you didn’t want to be grumpy around Jason. It was hard to not want to be perfect. But as much as Jason was surprised that you could read him like a book, he could do the same for you. 

“Alright,” he said, falling on to the couch next to you as he came in from shooting. “What has you all sunken in there?” He tapped your head gently, his tone light. 

“Nothing,” you responded quickly, still tapping away on your laptop. You knew if you turned to look at him he’d be able to see everything you didn’t want to tell him. You could work out your anxiety on your own, like you had for years. He had been nothing but accommodating, there was no reason to saddle him with your unfounded insecurities. 

“Uh huh,” he said slowly, clearly not believing you. “Is it the book?”

“Not the book.”

“Your family?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“My family?”

“Jason.” You said it sharply and Jason chuckled thinking that he was getting somewhere, until he looked at you and realized that you were serious. 

“Baby, can you close your laptop? Please?”

You did but you still didn’t look at him. “I just, I know we’ve talked about it, but everything is moving so fast and I just, I’m starting to feel like I’m drifting out to sea. Like where do I live anymore, what am I doing, is the book any good, is the show gonna—”

Jason sighed. You felt guilty for bringing up old conversations, but then you were mad that he was making you feel guilty. This was so hard, being an author and writing a show was so much harder than you’d thought. Dating a celebrity was harder than you thought it would be. You squared your shoulders and looked at him. 

“Jason, you… I mean..this is hard!”

“Us?”

“Everything. I just,” you sighed, “you’ve got all your shit together and, you know, you’re busy but you don’t seem stressed to the point of imploding and you’re the fucking executive producer.” 

Jason rubbed a hand over his face, fiddling with his mustache, “That’s what this is really about isn’t it, that I’m executive producer.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re finally mad at me for stealing your thunder. I knew it would come back around but I really wish we had hashed this out before—”

“Jason,” you can feel yourself getting louder, not quite yelling but certainly not the volume of polite conversation. “I meant what I said, I don’t HAVE thunder without you stepping in. I’m jealous, sure, but not about that. You’re show running and acting and launching a new show and writing and co-parenting and dating me and I can’t fucking do the one thing in my life I’ve always dreamed of doing without cracking into pieces. I’m jealous that its not too fucking much for you.”

Jason stood, putting distance between the two you and running his hands through his hair. He was silent for a few moments and you replayed what you said, because you could feel him oozing hurt. Finally, in a pained voice, he asked, “Are you breaking up with me? Am I...is this...too much for you because we can…I mean, I can—”

“No! Jason, stop. listen to me,” you were frustrated but apologetic and you could tell Jason was frustrated too. 

“So what are you saying? Huh?”

“I’m saying I love you! I’m just fucking overwhelmed even if it is in a positive way. Even if I’m overwhelmed with good things I’m still fucking overwhelmed.” 

The room was quiet in the aftermath of your outburst. You were so embarrassed it didn’t truly sink in what you’d said. 

“Did you…just tell me you love me for the first time in the middle of an argument?”

You look at him wide-eyed. “...Well it wasn’t meant to be an argument.��� You shrugged and he laughed. Jason moved your laptop onto the coffee table as he sat down and pulled you into his lap. When you finally met his gaze, what you saw there made you forget the feeling of drowning you’d been experiencing so recently lately.

“Y/N… I love you. So much. And if there’s anything I can do to help you feel less overwhelmed I want to do it. Okay? There’s no problem that’s too small to burden me with. Even if that problem is that you’re wayyyy too happy. I just need you to talk to me.” 

You laughed and dropped your head kissing up his neck, to his jaw, finally meeting his lips. It felt the same as it always did, except more than. Deeper. 

“You love me, huh?” He smiled and you pressed another small kiss to his lips. “I hear you. And I certainly am wayyyyy too happy,” you kissed him again. “But I can think of one thing you could do to help right now,” you said as you moved off his lap, pulling him down over you. Every part of your skin he revealed he pressed a whispered I love you into, until you were panting with desire. 

🌶️Spice🌶️

Jason leaned back from your naked form. He was still dressed in his trackpants and hoodie and you could feel his gaze over your body.

“Mmh,” he grunted with a smirk, and your cheeks flushed. “You know it’s been six months,” he said pressing kisses down your chest, “and every time I see you naked I go a little bit more insane.”

“Oh yeah?” You tried to keep your voice steady, but it came out as a moan, “so I’ve got about 6 more months before you’re just totally gone?”

Jason licked straight up your center and you gasped at the feel of his tongue. “Yeah, no, you’ve got maybe two weeks.” 

Emotions were so heightened it wasn’t going to take much for Jason to make you fall apart, especially not once he introduced two of his long fingers as his tongue continued swirling around your clit. You were already closer to orgasm than you thought you were, and as much as you appreciated Jason being a giver, you wanted him inside you immediately and you weren’t afraid to tell him so. 

Jason stripped down and you ran your hands lovingly over his neck, his chest, his thighs. Something about the way he waited patiently and just let you touch gave you the most powerful feeling of ownership. He was yours. You could take what you wanted from him. And you did, using one hand to tug his chin towards you for a kiss and the other to line him up with your center. He started to move slowly, reverently, but with a nod of encouragement from you, picked up the pace and fucked you with every praise he could think of falling off his tongue. He used his thumb to bring you over the edge with him, moaning your name as he did. He collapsed gently on top of you and you held him against your chest, pressing kisses to the crown of his head. 

❄️End of Spice❄️

“It doesn’t matter how hard it is, it doesn’t matter if the show works, it doesn’t matter where I live,” you realized softly, whispering more to yourself than him, “not when this feels like home.”

AN: Can't believe we're almost at the end! American Boy karaoke is one of the first ideas I had for this fic, and then I saw this wonderful fanvid and knew it had to happen. Also special thanks to everyone replying or reblogging and saying how much you enjoy the story in the tags, greatly appreciated!

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[theodorecanaryhood]

Bad guy Bat guys

One shot/HC, Bat bros as villains

Bat boys x female reader (individual)

Top left, Jason. Top right, Dick. Bottom left, Damian. Bottom right, Tim.

Dick:

The Gentle Villain, a villain that only hurts when needed

You were Dick’s, his Princess

After a long day he likes to watch you

You feel his eyes on you the whole time

Sex; that’s what he likes

He treats you like his Princess you really are, a woman of passion

A man who is romantic and gentle with you

A man who is cruel and violent with the rest of the City

He loves you, more than anything

Dick takes you on trips

His favourite thing with you; apart from bedroom is to eat what you cook for him

He wants a family with you, he wants to take you as his wife

You never thought a man with so much evil in him, could be so soft and gentle with you

You met when Nightwing killed an enemy, you were there with a gun ready to take him down instead, Nightwing beating you to it

Nightwing looked at you and smiled

‘See you soon’ was all he said

That is what he did, he was eager to have you as his

Laying in bed with him, laying your head in his chest. Smiling

This is a life you will always want

Jason:

The Red Devil of Gotham City, a villain that is evil and ruthless

However, every Devil needs an Angel

You were his Angel, his smile on a sad day. His light on a dark day. A life so precious to him

After his activities he would throw you on the bed, a bed you shared

His hands feeling like rose petals at all times

Fucking hard; that’s what he did, he was sweet and gentle with you but in the bedroom, you were his to do as he wanted

Don’t be fooled, he treated you like a Queen everywhere else

A gentleman on the streets and a beast in the sheets, that’s Jason Todd

A man who is always willing to push time to be with you, always made it to bed with you every night

He takes you out, buys you things and spoils you

His favourite thing to do with you; sex and anything that follows, he’s a man of passion after all

He wants to be with you forever, even in death

The Devil of Gotham and his sweet Angel, though no one dared mess with you or Red Hood would appear

You met Red Hood when you were coming out of a bar, him saving you from a sleazy scumbag that wanted to take advantage

‘No one will touch you, but me’ he said as he shot the man down. You never thought he meant it, he was the Devil after all

Alas, he did, never going a day without seeing you after that. He was having you and you had no choice but to smile as he crushed on you

Laying in bed, holding his hands as he slept deeply. You kissed his neck, loving the feel of his warm skin. His tattoos that filled his body, you ran your lips over them

‘I love you’ you smiled as Jason slept, you never wanting to leave nor trying to

Tim:

The Red Robin, a Robin who was called ‘Red’ for a reason

He was just as Red as his title, as his kill count was as high as his body count

You were his now, his Baby, his everything, his Life

He was your hero, even if everyone knew him as a villain. You were his world, an exception of a person he would never hurt

His lips like silk, his hands like Feathers, his body like a Greek God

Making love; that’s how he described it, for each time you two would be together, Tim fell deeper and deeper in love

He treated you as an equal, never making you feel you were weak or unable

A true God like man for you - A dreaded person for everyone else, a killer, a villain

You never made him feel a bad person, nor did you ever intend as he is your always

He books spontaneous flights to far away countries, trips to beaches or a little get away

Always ending in a trip of love making and romance

He would always take you as you come, whether you decide one day to get married. Whether one day you ask if you can start a family, Tim will take you how you are. Stay by your side forever

The Red Robin, the man dreaded as much as the rest of his family. If not a little more so.

You were safe and protected

He met you in a night club, his suit and expensive cologne took you in

His lips and hands, handsome face and eyes you never got sick of looking at

‘I’m bad news, but you seem to not care’ he smiled as he looked in your eyes, holding your face in his hands as he kissed you deeply

You never cared, never running scared

Laying on his lap while he sat on the couch with you, stroking your hair

Never wanting to imagine him not in your life

Damian:

The Heir to the Wayne fortune; the dreaded Robin; the Demon…there are too many nicknames for this young man

He turned 18 and was able to buy his way through life. Taking you with him wherever he went

You were his ‘Malaka’ (Queen)

He was a Man you never thought you would have, a man you never thought could make you feel good about yourself. Him never failing to do so

A Master of Sex; that’s what he is, Damian is a master of pleasure

He was generous and giving, receiving was just as good for him. But his pleasure was yours

A man with a big, kind heart for you - the younger version of the dreaded Dark Knight for everyone else

He spoils you, never a day went by where he wouldn’t compliment you or tell you he loves you

Holidays, drinking dates, cooking with each other - just a few things you did together

Love and passion filled the both of you

Nights when he was away, he would let his phone die while FaceTiming you, even when you fell asleep. Always wanting to hear your voice

Future wasn’t a talk you had with him, but you two were definitely going to be together for a long, long time - forever if Damian had his way

Robin and the Dark Knight roared through the streets of Gotham one night as you, also a villain, took down a Mob boss

Robin smitten instantly and not needing to save you, which he liked

‘We’ll be seeing each other a lot’ Robin smiled as you rolled your eyes at him, unbeknownst to you. Robin meant it

He surprised you the first time together, lips that were nothing you had experienced before and never wanted to go without ever again

Sitting on the bonnet of the Batmobile looking at the star lit sky, holding his hand

Life was going to be this way, always