#batfam valentine's special

[flwrkid14]

Valentine’s Day in Gotham

The thing about Valentine’s Day in Gotham is that it’s never normal.

There are no quiet, peaceful date nights. No simple dinners by candlelight. No perfect, romantic moments uninterrupted by sirens, crime, or the occasional villain trying to make a statement with heart-shaped explosives.

No, Valentine’s Day in Gotham is chaos. It’s stolen moments, fleeting kisses, and love tucked into the spaces between sirens and shadows.

Still, the Batfamily makes do.

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The museum alarms are already blaring when Bruce arrives, dropping soundlessly through the skylight.

Selina is standing in front of a glass case, admiring the diamond necklace inside.

“B, you always know how to surprise me,” she purrs, not even turning around. “Did you come to stop me or join me?”

Bruce sighs. “It’s Valentine’s Day.”

Selina smirks. “So it is.” She turns, stepping into his space. “What do you say? Let me have this one, and I’ll let you catch me next time?”

Bruce shakes his head, but his lips twitch. “You already stole my wallet.”

Selina grins, holding up his credit card. “And your heart.”

She’s gone before he can respond.

–––

At a tiny diner in Blüdhaven, Dick grins across the table at Rory, their fingers tangled together between plates of half-eaten pancakes.

“Did you know,” Dick says, eyes twinkling, “that Valentine’s Day originally started as a Roman festival where people ran around naked and hit each other with goat hides?”

Rory stares at him for a long moment. “You tell me the most romantic things, babe.”

Dick winks. “I try.”

Rory laughs and throws a crumpled napkin at him.

–––

The gunfire has barely died down when Jason drops onto the fire escape beside Roy, pulling his mask off with a sigh.

“Well,” Roy says, stretching his arms behind his head. “That was a hell of a date.”

Jason snorts. “Better than last year.”

“Last year, I got shot,” Roy reminds him.

“Exactly.”

Roy groans and tilts his head back. “We are the worst couple ever.”

Jason glances at him, then, after a moment, leans in and kisses him—slow, deep, lingering.

Roy blinks at him when he pulls away.

Jason smirks. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Roy swears under his breath, then yanks Jason back in for another kiss.

–––

Cass does not see the point of Valentine’s Day.

Steph, on the other hand, loves it.

Which is why, somehow, Cass finds herself standing in front of a heart-shaped piñata, blindfolded, while Steph cheers her on.

“C’mon, babe! You got this!”

Cass sighs, gripping the bat. Then, without hesitation, she swings.

The piñata explodes, showering them both in candy.

Steph gasps. “You broke it in one hit! You are so hot.”

Cass smirks, pulling off the blindfold. “Kiss?”

Steph grabs her face and kisses her breathless.

–––

Duke and Izzy are caught in the middle of a convenience store robbery.

“You couldn’t have waited until we checked out?” Izzy complains, holding up their bag of snacks. “We were literally paying.”

The masked robber looks nervous, but before he can respond, Duke casually disarms him and zip-ties his hands together.

Izzy sighs. “I just wanted to watch a movie and eat junk food. Is that too much to ask?”

Duke kisses her forehead. “I’ll make it up to you.”

She huffs. “You better.”

–––

Tim wakes up to find a Post-it note stuck to his forehead.

Good morning, love of my life. Check the kitchen. <3

Tim blinks, groggy, and stumbles out of bed.

In the kitchen, Danny is standing at the stove, flipping pancakes. There are sticky notes everywhere, covering every surface.

I love you is scribbled across the fridge. Your coffee is ready sits beside his favorite mug. You are the best thing that ever happened to me is stuck to the sugar jar.

Tim stops in the doorway, staring.

Danny turns and beams at him. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Tim swallows past the lump in his throat. “You’re ridiculous.”

Danny kisses him. “And you love it.”

Tim does.

–––

Damian does not believe in Valentine’s Day. It’s a frivolous holiday designed to pressure people into excessive displays of affection.

Jon, however, is determined to change that.

Which is why Damian comes home to find a very large, very poorly painted banner hanging in the Batcave that reads: DAMIAN, WILL YOU BE MY VALENTINE?

Jon grins at him from behind it. “Well?”

Damian crosses his arms. “You defaced the Batcave.”

“Technically, I decorated it.”

Damian sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You are an idiot.”

Jon grins. “But am I your idiot?”

Damian glares at him. Then, after a moment, he sighs and mutters, “Yes.”

–––

Valentine’s Day in Gotham is never normal.

But somehow, it’s always perfect.

Happy Valentine's Day !! <3

[jjenthusee]

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[the-bat-bros]

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[yall-batman-fanfic]

Happy Valentine's Day, Bruce | Bruce Wayne/Batman x Reader!Magician

Synopsis: Vivian and Bruce celebrates Valentine's Day. 

Note: Me Before You by Jojo Moyes reference here.

His day started waking from a refreshing sleep. A rare thing for him to have – a refreshing start of the morning and almost six-full hours of sleep. No intervals of him waking, and no calls from the Justice League, or Robin who he let lead the patrol tonight, nor Alfred telling him the Bat symbol lit up. Turning to the space beside him, Bruce smiled at the sight of Vivian still asleep, lying on her belly, her arms under her pillow, hair messy, and the shirt she wore had hiked up to the middle of her back, showing the underwear that emphasized her bottom. A thought came to Bruce that he reached out to caress her ass, making Vivian hum in her sleep.

“If you want it go ahead,” she murmured in her sleep. “I give,” a yawn, “full consent.”

Bruce chuckled. “Appreciated but that’s not really what I was thinking of.”

“The hand on my ass says otherwise,” she finally faced him, her still sleepy eyes slowly waking up. A smile crept to her lips as she said, “Good morning, Bruce.”

“Good morning. How was your sleep?”

“Great. No dreams tonight, just a peaceful sleep… I was about to ask how it was yours but then,” she reached under the covers and palmed his erected cock through his underwear.

“Morning wood,” he told her.

“Uh-huh,” Vivian chuckled. “So, what did you dream of, Bruce?” she kept rubbing him.

This time, he was sure it wasn’t morning wood that made him hard. He let out a breath through his nose, focusing on the feeling of her hand. “I was dreaming about waking up in bed.”

“You better be careful with what you say next, Wayne,” she teased him.

“With my beautiful girlfriend,” he pulled her close to him. “Greeting me a very good morning.”

“Is that right?” She smirked.

He shrugged.

“What if I told you it wasn’t a dream?” She got up, sat on his legs and continued the motion with her hands.

“Then I am a lucky man, but that's not how my dream went,” he was surprised when he flipped them over, his thigh against her crotch, and his hands holding her wrist. 

“Ah, that good morning,” Vivian giggled. “Starting on your cardio?”

“This is my cardio for the day, Viv,” he kissed her cheek and reached in her underwear where he felt the dampness between her legs. “Already?”

“Shut up,” she muttered and kissed his lips. Not the best kiss they shared, but she couldn't complain, not when he was dipping his fingers between her folds, brushing over her clit, and teasing her hole. “Shit.”

Bruce smirked. “Happy Valentines Day,” he whispered to her ear, earning an eye-roll from Vivian. He laughed, knowing she rolled her eyes at that. One of the amusing things about dating people in academia. Sometimes they're too smart for the simple things. “Humor me.”

“Fine,” Vivian laughed. “But can't complain, I do like the endless chocolate I get during this day.”

Bruce stopped in his movements and turned to her, making Vivian frown and give him a knowing look, “What?” She asked.

“Someone is giving you chocolates?”

“Bruce, we've only celebrated Valentine's Day twice---the first one we're not so official yet—and yeah, people give me chocolate.”

“Who is people?”

She raised a brow at him. “You really should have preferred the morning blow job, bud.”

“Fine, forgetting about it.”

“Don't, the mood is gone.”

“Then I'll get you back in the mood,” he went down on her, kissing her neck, her chest---nothing---then he came to her navel and then he pulled down her underwear and he kissed her directly between her folds, brushing his nose against her clit. “I'm sorry,” he said while he continued to kiss her down there.

Vivian tried to fight it and act like the mood was gone, but fuck–

How was she not when he was eating her out and apologizing to her like he was worshipping her. Vivian bit her lip to stop herself from making a sound, but then he prod his tongue inside her.

“Shit!” She gasped. She felt him smirk down there and she hit his arm. Bruce took her hand and held it against her thigh, where he held her down, then his other hand reached up under her shirt to play with her breast. He played with her breast, cupping it in his palm, and then squeezed her nipple between his fingers making her moan his name.

Good.

He wanted her to moan his name.

He wanted his name to be the only thing that came out of her mouth, especially now.

“Master Bruce?” A knock at the door. “Sir?”

When Bruce showed no response to the call, Vivian, against her wishes, tapped on his hand to tell him about Alfred waiting for him. He held her hand in reassurance as he called out to the old butler, “A moment!”

A moment? Vivian wasn't sure a moment is enough. But then Bruce increased his movements, like a hungry animal having his meal. Vivian was sure she felt his tongue slip in and out of her.

Fuck!

“Sir?”

He pulled away this time and said, “Come back later, Alfred, I'm a little busy!” Bruce went back to kissing her sex, he hooked his arm around her thighs to lock her in. Vivian couldn't do anything about it but bring him close with her legs squeezing him. When she tried to get away, to get him to answer Alfred's calls, Bruce only pulled her back and sent a pointed look at her direction. 

He wasn't finished. 

“Bruce,” she tried to reason with him.

“It can wait,” said Bruce and ran his tongue her folds.

“Oh, god,” Vivian moaned and out of instinct, she had them flipped over so she was riding his face. She would always feel bad when Bruce would have her do this, but now… now she wanted release and she needed it before Alfred would burst through that door. She held on the headboard for leverage as she moved her hips, helping him to get her reach her climax.

“Fuck, Vivian,” Bruce groaned as he held her tight.

“I think… I think I'm coming,” she whispered.

Bruce slipped a finger inside her, then another, helping her reach the climax she is so desperately trying to get. 

“Bruce!” Vivian bit her hand to hide her moan as the knot in her belly finally unleashed,  a wave of pleasure came through, and her vision turned white for a second. Hot white, as she came. And she came hard. 

Bruce finally released her, letting Vivian fall to the bed, he followed her, though, to kiss her body that slowly trailed up to her lips.

“I'll be right back, don't move,” he told her.

“Wash your face, Wayne,” Vivian teased him as he got up and walked to the bathroom to do as she said, and brush his teeth first before walking out, wearing a robe, to answer Alfred's knocks. Alfred only came to remind him of his meetings today and some gifts from old acquaintances of playboy-Bruce Wayne. As soon as they finished with the list—he was particular with something he had arranged in Wayne Enterprise—Bruce told the old butler that he'll be down later and that he might start the day a bit late. 

Hearing that made Vivian smile like a teenager.

“I shall inform Master Richard about the change of plans then, and Mr. Lucius Fox. I'll be the one to drive him to school,” said Alfred.

“Yes. Thank you, Alfred.”

“Very well, Master Bruce. And good morning, Ms. Vivian.”

Vivian, blushing in embarrassment, called out, “Morning, Alfred!”

With that he left and Bruce closed the door, locking it too. He returned to their bed, discarding the robe, showing her his erection under the boxers he wore. Vivian welcomed him as he caged her in their bed and kissed her deeply. 

“You have any meetings today? Class?”

“The university has this campus event. Classes are cancelled, they just want us to chaperone or something, but I can make up an excuse,” she replied between kisses. 

“Good, that means we can take our time. Earlier was just the first of many, Pryor.”

Vivian laughed. “If you say so, Wayne.”

“You doubt me.”

She reached down, slipping her hand in his underwear, and squeezed him softly as she rubbed his cock. “With this? It feels like you’re going to come in my hand now.”

He hummed and settled himself between her legs, let Vivian pull down his underwear, and thrusted in. She was right, he was almost close to coming the moment he was inside her, but he took a breath and focused on her and only her.

~ * ~

“Professor!” A student approached Vivian with a box of chocolates and a rose. He was with a bunch of Gotham University Football team players, all also holding roses and chocolates. 

“Jordan,” Vivian greeted. “And everyone. Good to see that you’re having fun.”

“You weren’t there this morning, Professor,” said Jordan. “We had something for every Professor on campus. Here, to GU’s coolest and prettiest Professor in the CLASP building,” he handed her a rose and the box of chocolates. Following his gesture were the other members of the team who gave her a rose stem and more sweets. 

“Jordan, this is really, really sweet—and it’s plastic roses! You remember!” Vivian laughed. “Thank you guys. Go and have fun!”

“See you around, Professor Pryor!”

Vivian’s walk to the faculty office was filled with students and colleagues greeting her good morning and a Happy Valentine’s Day. Though she didn’t really celebrate it, she didn’t want to spoil their fun and got along with it. It was only with Bruce she let know about her “not celebrating” Valentine’s. Entering the office, Vivian was greeted by the walls filled with hearts, flowers, and cupid, and then the other staffs’ desks with flowers. 

“Via, hi!” Justin greeted her first. “I see the football team got to you first.”

She wanted to say it was Bruce who greeted her first with a very memorable Valentine, but she kept that information to herself.  

“Hello to you too, Justin,” Vivian said.

“Here, I got you something,” Justin showed her a cute box with doughnuts. Behind him, a couple of their colleagues shared a glance, knowing his game. Justin isn't really subtle with how he felt towards Vivian, and he became more “showy” when she started dating Bruce. “Your favorite.”

“Justin, you shouldn’t have,”  Vivian told him. “This is really nice. We could share it while we have coffee. It's not like we have anything for today, right?”

“Yeah, that would be nice.”

“Hey, Via, look at this!” Katherine called her. Bringing the roses and the chocolates with her, Vivian went to her desk where the others gathered, smiling giddily as a present sat there waiting for her. It was a red box wrapped with a gold ribbon, and on it was a cheesy Valentine's Day card with inside was a note written in Bruce’s handwriting. 

Valentine's Day became associated with romantic love in the 14th century---having something to do with spring and lovebirds. So, no reason to hate it now.

Vivian chuckled after reading the note, then she opened the box. She gasped at what she saw inside. It was a replica of the old stuffed bunny she lost and a pair of —

“Tights?” Justine raised a brow when he saw the pair of tights inside.

“Gosh!” Vivian blushed deep red at the sight of the bumblebee tights she remembered telling him she liked when she was a girl. Her mother got them for her from a thrift store and she loved it so much that she wore it almost everyday. She was picked on for it because of the odd taste, but Vivian loved them so much. When they finally worn-out, she tried to look for another pair but they stopped producing them in their little town.  “I can't believe he remembered.” 

Picking up the tights, Vivian held it over her legs to see how it would look with her shirt and skirt for the day. She can't wear it now, not on campus, but she will later to show Bruce. 

“He's a keeper, Via,” said Katherine.

“I know,” Vivian whispered and held the stuffed bunny. “He even got this right too… it's both sweet and creepy… but mostly sweet.”

“He's like a stalker--ow!” Justine winced after George and Margarete hit him with a roll of test papers. 

The ring of her phone had Vivian take it instantly, knowing who it was. She smiled when she saw his name on the caller ID. Excusing herself, Vivian left the office, bringing with her the tights and the bunny, then went to answer the call outside.

“I can't believe you!” Vivian greeted him.

Bruce chuckled. “I guess you finally saw the gift. Do you like it?”

“I love it, and I love you, Wayne---how did you even—when did you get this here anyway?”

“Remember when Alfred was knocking on the door?”

“Now I feel bad for what I got you.”

“For someone who doesn't celebrate Valentine's Day, you know how to give a gift,” she could imagine him holding the gift she got him. It was an old time he had when he was a kid, along with photos from a photo booth she and Dick took when they went out together. “I love it, Viv.”

“Well, just because I don't celebrate it entirely, doesn't mean I get to be a spoilsport and ruin it for everyone, right? Hey Bruce.”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

A pause, then Bruce said back, “I love you too. I'll see you later, I'll pick you up after work so we could have dinner.”

“And where do you plan to take us both?”

“Somewhere special. I got to go. Bye, Viv. Love you.”

“Bye, love you too.”

The call ended, and all Vivian could do was hug her bunny and tights to hide the giddy smile that won't disappear. 

~ * ~

Bruce couldn't stop the smile to reach his ears when he saw Vivian walk out of campus wearing the bumblebee tights and the bunny tucked in her bag. Seeing her racing towards him with a smile had him forgetting about the sight of chocolates and roses she got with her, and welcomed her to an embrace then a kiss.

“I hope this changes your mind about Valentine's Day,” he told her.

“Not so much, I still think it's a commercialized holiday, but for you,” she kissed his cheek. “I'll celebrate it with you, and no one else.”

“The bag of chocolates and plastic flowers beg to differ.

“A gift from the football team and my other students.”

“How thoughtful of them,” he took the bag of chocolates and roses to place them in the back, then opened the door for her. 

“Where are we going tonight, Bruce?” She asked.

“Somewhere you'll like. I'm sure of it.”

He was right. Bruce took her to one of their favorite spots in Gotham where a picnic was set up for their dinner-date. The Batcave, and waiting there were Dick and Alfred right in front of the Bat Computer with the homemade meals, a bottle of wine, and non-alcoholic drinks.

As she got out, Dick surprised her with a gift---it was a Valentine's Day card and a pair of earrings he saw in a store—and Alfred got her a bottle of scotch. In return, she got Dick a basket of chocolates and Alfred she got him tickets to watch the Manchester United game this coming season. The old man was a huge fan, just like her.

“I told him we should head to a restaurant,” said Dick as they ate on the picnic blanket on the floor.

“Well, I don’t mind this at all. I find it romantic,” Vivian ate her pasta, then offered Bruce a bite too. “What better way than to celebrate this commercial holiday by not falling into those over-priced Valentine's Day specials. Besides, every restaurant is fully booked now.”

“I'm glad you're enjoying this,” said Bruce. 

“I wouldn't imagine celebrating this commercialized holiday of love with anyone else,” she kissed his cheek.

Bruce smiled and tried to kiss her lips when Alfred coughed to remind them that he and Dick were present.

“Sorry, Alfred,” Vivian laughed. “So, does this mean we get to watch a movie on the Bat-Computer?”

“Still a no.”

Vivian turned to Dick and shrugged. “Worth a shot.”

Dick laughed and continued to stuff his face with the chocolates Vivian got earlier. 

It wasn't a conventional Valentine's Day dinner but it's the one that Vivian and Bruce loved, and would always look back to whenever they celebrated the future ones they have with family. Dick ws lucky to be there for the many firsts of their little family of four.

[totallynotashieldagent]

Valentine's Day Special 💕

Send a prompt from this list for a little Valentine's Day Drabble. ❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️

"I didn’t get you flowers because they’d just wither. I’d rather give you something that lasts-"

"We really shouldn't be doing this-" "Mhmm we really shouldn't-"

"I told myself I wouldn’t fall for you… but here I am, buying roses like an idiot. So here-"

"Wait, so you’re telling me all these years I could’ve just bribed you with chocolate?"

"I got us matching pyjamas. No, you don't have a choice."

"They say food is the way to someone’s heart, so I made you dinner. Just don’t ask me if it’s edible."

"You’re the best Valentine’s gift I could ask for. But also, where’s my actual gift?"

"I swore I’d never fall in love, but you made me ruin that promise."

"You were my first love. And after all this time, I think you’re my last, too."

"We promised we’d spend every Valentine’s together… but this year, I’m alone."

"You’re the only human I’ve ever loved. And that terrifies me."

"Don't get blood on your suit, we have reservations at seven."

"Why are you kneeling?" "Can you focus?! I'm trying to ask you something!"

"If you two aren't together, can I ask her out then?"

"Be mine? I mean, you are. But I like it when you say it."

"I'm not blushing because of you! It's- It's- It's the vodka!"

"So I've got the perfect plan for today." "Really? What is it?"

"Are you seriously that blind?!"

"I don't want anything- No chocolates, no flowers- I just want you back."

"We promised always but I guess we ran out of time, huh?"

"You like her, don't you?" "What? No!!" "Then why do you have that scrunchie on your wrist?"

"You kissed me." "Yeah, is it okay?" "Can't say for sure. Do it again."

"What are we?" "Friends..." "Then why are you looking at me like that?"

"Sorry- I'm out of practice." "Yeah, I could tell."

"Oh- Oh you're wearing that?" "Why? What's wrong with it?" "No, no- Nothing. I just ... need a moment."

"Every timeline- We're meant to be in every verse of existence. I promise you."

"Your blood?" "No." "Good because we're running late."

"Just because I don't like you doesn't mean you can just like someone else!"

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Fandoms you can pick from:

DC (Batfam, Superfam, Hal Jordan, Barry Allen)

JJK (Gojo, Geto, Choso, Nanami)

Marvel (Bucky, Scott Summers, Alex Summers, Matt Murdock, Peter Parker,)

Teen Wolf (Stiles, Isaac, Theo)

Assorted (Anakin Skywalker, Mitch Rapp, Zuko, Roman Godfrey, Vincent de Gramont or basically anyone you've seen me write about.)

[arandomao3user]

"Obvious Jason only has one-night stands" So, this is all theory in Damian's mind, and evidently Jason is actually aroace! WE WON, AROACE NATION!

(I'm delusion, someone help fuel the delusion.)

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Dating advice

Damian actually asked Tim for dating advice

Theyve come so fsr

[littlepikmins]

You ever think about how:

Darla back from the dead with superpowers destroys Bernard's car, and instead of running away from her, he goes along with her to a restaurant and asks if she wants him to be her superhero manager.

Bernard joins a pain cult, nearly gets sacrificed and then helps Robin beat the Chaos Monsters who kidnapped him up.

Bernard's parents are attacked by Firefly and Phobia and instead of, again, just running off or waiting for Tim to handle it, he goes back into a burning building and crawls through fire to try and save them.

When Tim is taken by the Chaos Monsters, Bernard gathers members of the Bat family to help save him, including Batman. He uses a flashlight and his hands to make a batsignal and then when Batman shows up, he just starts yapping casually. Also he breaks a wall down with a sledgehammer.

Finally, in the Valentines special, Tim mentions Bernard fighting Teen Bats during one of their dates. Anyway, Bernard is perfect for Tim and the Batfam because he's a little freak who is just like "lol okay this is happening now" when crazy shit goes down.

He saw how brave Tim was during the Louis Grieve shooting and I truly believe it inspired him.

[hyuniemyunie]

Valentine's Day ⋆˚☆˖°

batfam x gn reader, what they do on valentines day

sfw

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(ФωФ): yes i know it's not valentines day anymore leave me alone😞

bruce wayne x gn!reader – established relationship, private romance. dick grayson x gn!reader – fluff and cuddles. jason todd x gn!reader – mutual pining, banter, secretly soft bbg jason. tim drake x gn!reader – overworked tim, sleepy cuddles. cassandra cain x gn!reader – quiet love, soft romance, slow dancing at midnight. duke thomas x gn!reader – playful, cozy, best friends to lovers ahh. damian wayne x gn!reader – first crush, flustered damian, he tries so hard plssss.

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A Billionaire, A Vigilante, and a Valentine Walk into a Batcave

Bruce Wayne had never been one for grand romantic gestures.

It wasn’t that he didn’t love you—if anything, he loved you too much. But after years of loss, of burying himself in duty, love was something he struggled to express. So, when Valentine’s Day rolled around, you didn’t expect much. Maybe a quiet dinner, maybe nothing at all.

What you didn’t expect was to walk into the Batcave and find Bruce sitting at the massive computer, looking incredibly out of place with a single red rose resting on the console beside him.

You blinked. “Uh. Bruce?”

He turned, and for a moment, he looked like he regretted this whole thing. “I—” He cleared his throat, glancing at the rose like it was something unfamiliar. “This is for you.”

You picked it up, feeling the soft petals beneath your fingers. “Are we having a Beauty and the Beast moment here, or…?”

His lips twitched, the barest hint of amusement. “You deserve more than this.”

You sighed, stepping closer. “Bruce. I don’t need fancy gifts. I just need you.”

Something in his shoulders eased. He reached for your hand, pressing your fingers between his own, rough and calloused. “Then that’s what you’ll have.”

You kissed him, slow and steady, grounding him in the moment. He wasn’t Batman right now. He wasn’t Gotham’s protector. He was just Bruce—yours.

And that was more than enough.

Sweeter Than Any Valentine

Valentine’s Day was Dick’s holiday. The man loved love.

Which was why you weren’t surprised when you woke up to the smell of something burning in the kitchen.

Groaning, you threw off the covers and stumbled toward the chaos. Dick stood at the stove, flipping a heart-shaped pancake that looked more like a crime scene than breakfast. His hair was an absolute mess, his apron was somehow inside out, and when he turned around, he had flour streaked across his cheek.

“Morning, babe!” he greeted, far too cheerful for a man currently destroying your kitchen. “Happy Valentine’s Day!”

You rubbed your eyes. “Do I even want to know what happened here?”

Dick glanced at the pancake. “Okay, so, in theory, this was supposed to be romantic.”

“In practice?”

“In practice, I may have set off the smoke alarm… twice.”

You snorted. “Dick, you could’ve just taken me out for breakfast.”

“But then it wouldn’t have been made with love!” He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around you, flour-covered hands resting on your waist. “I wanted to do something special for you.”

You softened, leaning into him. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love me for it.” He grinned, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Now sit tight—I promise at least one of these pancakes will be edible.”

Even if they weren’t, you couldn’t care less. Because Dick was the sweetest thing in the world, burnt pancakes or not.

Shot Through the Heart

Jason Todd didn’t do Valentine’s Day.

Or, at least, that’s what he claimed.

So when you found a box of chocolates and a book you had casually mentioned wanting last month sitting on your desk, you knew exactly who to blame.

You picked up the note taped to it, unfolding the messy, familiar handwriting:

This is stupid. You’re stupid. Enjoy your stupid gift. –J

You laughed. Classic Jason, you were going to strangle him to dea-

That night, when he showed up at your window—because of course he did—you leaned against the frame, holding up the note. “Real smooth, Casanova.”

Jason scowled. “Tch. You weren’t supposed to know it was from me.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Jason. It literally has your handwriting.”

“…Dammit.”

You grinned, stepping aside so he could climb in. “So, what, you just broke into my place to deny giving me a Valentine’s gift?”

He flopped onto your couch, crossing his arms. “No. I came to make sure you actually liked it.”

You sat beside him, smirking. “And?”

“…And I guess you do.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Look, I know I suck at this romance crap, but—”

You cut him off with a kiss. Just a quick one, just enough to make him go utterly still. When you pulled away, his face was bright red.

“…Huh.” He blinked. “That was. Uh.”

You laughed, resting your head on his shoulder. “You’re not as bad at romance as you think, Jay.”

His arm curled around you, squeezing lightly. “Don’t push it.”

But he was smiling.

Valentine’s Day: A Strategic Disaster

Tim Drake had forgotten it was Valentine’s Day.

Which was why, at 11:57 PM, you found him half-asleep at his desk, energy drink in one hand, typing furiously with the other. He didn’t even notice you standing there until you cleared your throat.

“Tim.”

No response.

You stepped closer. “Tim.”

Nothing.

With a sigh, you snatched the energy drink from his hand.

His head snapped up, blinking blearily. “Huh? Wha—?” His eyes focused on you, then the drink in your hand, then the date on his screen.

“Oh, crap.” His face went pale. “Wait. Did I—?”

“Forget Valentine’s Day?” You leaned against his desk, arms crossed. “Yep.”

Tim groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “I had a plan. I was gonna—ugh. This is a disaster.”

You shook your head, smiling. “Tim. I don’t care about all that. I care about you.”

He looked at you, exhausted and guilty. “But I wanted to do something nice.”

You grabbed his wrist, tugging him toward the couch. “Here’s something nice: You sleeping for at least six hours.”

“But—”

“Nope.” You pushed him down onto the cushions and flopped beside him. “You can make it up to me later. Right now, you’re getting some damn rest.”

He blinked, then, slowly, slowly, let himself sink against you, his head dropping onto your shoulder.

“…This is nice,” he mumbled, already half-asleep.

You chuckled, running your fingers through his hair. “Told you.”

Tim made a small, content noise, and within minutes, he was out cold.

And honestly? This was the best Valentine’s Day gift he could’ve given you.

A Blade Between the Ribs Would Be Less Painful

Damian Wayne did not get nervous.

Except, apparently, when it came to you.

He had researched Valentine’s Day. Studied it like a mission. Planned the perfect confession. And yet, here he was, standing in front of you, holding a gift behind his back, completely frozen.

You blinked at him. “Uh. Damian?”

He cleared his throat, straightening. “I have acquired a gift for you.”

You tilted your head. “Oh?”

With stiff movements, he thrust the box toward you. Inside was a single, perfectly crafted dagger, gleaming under the light.

You stared. “Damian.”

“…Yes?”

“This is a weapon.”

He frowned. “Obviously.”

You fought back a laugh. “Most people give chocolates.”

He scowled. “Chocolates are temporary. This will protect you.”

Your heart melted. He was so earnest, even if his idea of romance was giving you something sharp and deadly.

You stepped closer, standing on your toes to kiss his cheek. Damian went rigid.

“I love it,” you whispered. “Thank you, Damian.”

His face was bright red. “Tt.” He turned away, muttering something about how emotions were tedious, but you caught the tiny, satisfied smile on his lips.

Mission: Successful.

Dancing in the Dark

Cass wasn’t one for words, but she didn’t need them to tell you how much she loved you.

So when you found yourself on the rooftop of Wayne Manor on Valentine’s Night, with the city lights glittering below, you knew this was her way of celebrating.

She held out a hand, gaze steady. An invitation.

No music played, but when you took her hand, she led you into a slow, silent dance. The night air was cool, but Cass was warm, her touch firm but careful. Her fingers rested against your back, guiding you in a rhythm only she knew.

You didn’t need a grand speech or a bouquet of roses. This was love, raw and real. The way she held you like you were precious. The way she breathed in sync with you. The way she tilted her head, brushing her forehead against yours in a silent confession.

She didn’t need to say I love you.

You could feel it in the way she held you close.

Golden Hour

Duke had insisted he didn’t care about Valentine’s Day.

Which was why you found it hilarious when he showed up at your door with a box of your favorite snacks and a guilty expression.

“Look, I know I said it was dumb, but…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I kinda wanted to spend today with you.”

You grinned, stepping aside to let him in. “Duke Thomas, are you actually a romantic at heart?”

“Shut up,” he groaned, flopping onto your couch. “Do you wanna watch movies or what?”

You laughed but sat beside him, stealing a handful of popcorn from the bag he brought. He gasped, deeply betrayed.

“You did not just—”

You shoved another handful into your mouth. “What’re you gonna do about it?”

His eyes narrowed. “Oh, it’s on.”

Cue a full-blown popcorn war, both of you laughing until your stomachs hurt. Somewhere in the middle of it, Duke slung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer.

“You know,” he murmured, quieter now, “I think I just like having an excuse to hang out with you.”

Your heart skipped. “You don’t need an excuse.”

He squeezed your shoulder, a smile tugging at his lips. “Good. Because I’m never leaving.”

And honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.

[t4tails]

i've just finished reading that new valentines special you posted about and dc. can we just let ram v write those again. please?

i am fascinated by the way not a single one of the appearing characters was in character in this. why are scarecrow and freeze out of all rogues written to be flirts that date around a lot. why is riddler an awkward shy wallflower who never even flirted ever in his life. why would ivy consider dating eddie for even a moment. who are these people

no literally like. i feel kind of lame being such a stickler for characterization in a sex and the city parody valentines anthology but. ok i can get behind rogues getting along in more humorous settings but to work well then it has to actually be funny and i dont think scarecrow saying he wishes he had jokers luck with women counts at all. and if ed was having trouble with dating he would not fucking tell anybody least of all his villainous work colleagues. he is not letting them think they are better than him at anything. and of course the ivy part is so weird especially considering theres literally a harlivy story in the same book? IDK its just not working

on the bright side all of the batfam likers i follow are mad about the robins story for similar reasons so it seems like the entire thing was covered in flanderization particles

[asdfghjklartblog]

Valentine’s Special!

Trans masc x yandere batfam

(Present day! So reader is 22!)

Wanted to give you guys a little present! Happy Valentine’s day

You groan as you wake up, last night you were finishing up a commission, put up some limited edition valentines day merch, and had a little sale for regular merch. Like the little plush of your persona and enamel pins with your fave ships. So you’re pretty damn tired. You get out of bed and check your computer and see that there were a lot of sales. Which is both good and bad, good because well, money and bad because you’re gonna have to package and deliver every single order. Since you’re an independent business. You then get dressed, you assume that everyone’s out and about because it’s valentines day so you put on your favourite (fave anime) sweatshirt which kinda looks cringe but who cares, you love it. And sweatpants that had your logo on the side of your upper thigh. You then leave your room, put on your shoes and head to the kitchen.

You’re in the middle of rummaging around the kitchen you hear a little chuckle from behind you. You turn around slowly to see Roy, stifling a laugh at your getup and at what you’re doing. You roll your eyes and say. “Hey Roy, do me a favour and get out of the manor and then maybe go drown and Gotham Harbour for me?”

He smiles and approaches you. He puts his hands on your hips and presses his body against yours and purrs in your ear. “Yeah? And what do I get in return?”

Your face flushes and you start to feel hot, you chuckle nervously before trying to shake him off. You then grab the cookies and peanut butter and hurriedly move away from him. You put down your cookies and peanut butter then turn around and lean against the counter with your hands folded against your chest. “What is wrong with you, perv.”

He laughs and he cages you in as he replies. “You know you love me baby.”

You feel flushed again as he says that, but before you can say shit, you hear a coughing noise from the entrance of the kitchen. You and Roy look to see Clark there, standing there awkwardly with an even more awkward smile. You’re being cockblocked by Superman. The man is practically your uncle and he just saw two people who he has watched grow up, practically feel each other up.

You push Roy away from you and lets out a small ‘oof’ as he now stands apart from you. You’re cringing so bad, this feels so uncomfortable good god. Clark nods and starts to robotically go to the fridge and grab the orange juice from the fridge and hurriedly walks out of the kitchen, but he pauses. He then says with a little awkward smile. “Try not to… You know.. in the kitchen.” Then leaves.

Roy bursts out laughing while you bury your face in your hands in shame. You smack Roy’s shoulder and hiss. “IT’S NOT FUNNY! STOP LAUGHING.” Which only makes him laugh harder. You then go and grab the peanut butter and put some on a plate so you can warm it up in the microwave and dip the cookies in. Roy gets you the plate and watched you with a little smirk on his face as he leans his arms against the counter.

Then you hear Wally and Bart come in as they talked at super speed, you groan and say. “What the hell is going on today, why are you all here? I just wanted a fucking snack.”

Bart looks at you and smiles and says. “We wanted some snacks too, like you guys had the home made ones but right now I could really go for something unhealthy. Like those chips I know you hide in your little nest.”

Your eyes widen and you growl. “Bart Allen you better no have-“

You see him zoom back and forth with your (favourite chips) in hand popping one into his mouth. Then with a smug smile he says. “Just did. Thanks for the donation!”

You glare at him but then see Jon come in and ask. “Hey, why is everyone in here? We’re about to start the movie and stuff. Oh, hi y/n! How are you?”

He says as he flies into your chest to hug you. You kiss the top of his head and squish his cheeks before saying. “Hey Jon. How are ya cutie?”

His freckled cheeks turn pink and then starts to talk your ear off about everything that’s been going on but gets cut off by Roy grabbing the back of his shirt to get him off you, just how a cat would grab their kitten by the scruff. You chuckle at that as you go and grab your plate from the microwave and come back to the counter to eat your cookie dipped in the melted peanut butter. You then see Dick and Kori come in which makes you groan. Kori sees you and flies over to hug you and kiss your cheek before saying. “Oh! Y/n it is wonderful to see you! You have bags under your eyes! Why? Have you been staying up late at night again? That is not good-“

You smile at her a bit before saying. “Thanks Kori, but there’s no need to-“

Dick interrupts you as he goes over to cup your cheeks saying. “She’s right, you’re looking terrible! You need some rest, how about you-“

You remove Dick’s hands off you, trying not to growl at him as you say. “Hands off the face Dick. And thanks, that’s great to hear. Just instills so much confidence inside me.”

Dick tries to talk again but you interrupt as you grab your things. You politely try to excuse yourself. “I think I’m gonna go back to my room now I have a lot of things to do and-“

Dick then says. “Great! We can hang out in your room then-“

You try to immediately say no but Roy smirks and nonchalantly suggests. “Yeah we can help you with the stuff. You put out some new-“

You interject and borderline shout. “NO! I-I mean no. Just, I um. Oh, I don’t feel so good and I need time and space to get better-“

Dick’s smile widens at that however, Roy beats him to the chase and suggests. “How about I take care of you? I’m bot sure if I can compare to Alfred but I can make a mean soup.”

Dick shoots a glare at Roy before turning to you and smiling as he says. “Come on, y/n, would you really rather some guy take care of you instead or your reliable older brother-“

You immediately answer with. “Roy, I feel so cold. Can you take me to my bed please. I’m so weak and dainty right now, I need a big strong man to carry me back.”

Roy laughs at that and replies with. “If the prince desires it, what am I to do?”

He then goes to picks you up, you panic and try to go back but it’s too late. He’s princess carrying you. Everyone now just looks at you, who is taller than Roy, being carried by a Roy, and being held as if you were some dainty princess makes everyone except Dick laugh. You blush at both the humiliation and how Roy’s muscles feel against your body. Roy then fake drops you which makes you panic and wrap your arms around his neck which makes some of the people coo at you. You glare at everyone and just whisper to Roy. “This is your fault.”

He whispers back with. “So? You’re the only one embarrassed, I love having you in my arms, baby.”

Dick then laughs, a harsh one that you obviously know he doesn’t mean. He then approaches you two and helps you up out of Roy’s arms and then stands in front of you as if to block you from Roy as he says. “No, I’ll take care of him. I mean I am his older brother.”

Roy retaliates with. “I insist, you’re already hosting and stuff, you deserve to enjoy the party.”

Dick is about to say something before Wally interrupts and says. “Guys the movie is starting, come on. Just do rock paper scissors.”

Both Roy and Dick immediately start to play and at the end, Roy wins. Dick with a pout on his face goes back and so does everyone else. You and Roy go to your room and you flop onto the bed before groaning. “Ugh. I think I got a headache from that.”

Roy chuckles and takes off his hoodie to reveal is muscular body in a thin tank top. You feel your body going hot and you then tear your eyes off of him and bury your face into your pillow. You then hear him coming over to your bed, which makes your heart thump but you then feel a stinging pain on your ass, as Roy slaps it as hard as he can. You then look at him with wide eyes and he says nothing but. “What? I wanted to see it jiggle.”

You then drag him into your bed as you tickle his sides. He laughs as he tells you to stop. As you wrestle and tumble, you eventually pin his arms down with a wide smile. The two of you then realise the position the two of you are in. He smirks at you but as he’s about to say say something, someone slams your door open. You turn to see Damian standing there. His eyes practically popping out of his head, a few long seconds pass before Damian yells. “Get your hands off of him!”

A moment of silence passes before Roy, the smart ass he is says. “Actually he has his hands on me-“

Damian then grumbles and takes off his shoes before entering your room and running to the both of you. The little ankle biter proceeds to try and beat the shit out of Roy as you block every attempt you then pick him up by the armpits, just like how the monkey from the lion king does it. As he flails around he growls. “Unhand me! I must put Harper in his place!”

Roy chuckles at that and instead of just getting off your bed he makes himself even comfier. That slightly annoys you so you put Damien down before saying. “Get him out of my room and I’ll go to that art museum thing you wanted to go to.”

Damien smirks at that while Roy looks at you with betrayal in his eyes. You then watch as Damien chases out Roy, they made a mess of your bedroom but your bed was safe so, still worth it. You yawn when you see Damien come in with that (anime chara that reminds you of Damien) shirt and shorts and Jon coming in with more comfortable clothing that seemed a bit small on him. Jon then asks. “We wanna cuddle.”

Damien smacks Jon’s arm and then clears his throat before saying. “We wish to… Share warmth. It should be apart of your nature.”

You know what Damian means but the way he said it made you uncomfortable. You then nod as you motion for them to come in. They both take off their shoes and Jon zooms over to get into your bed. Damien walks over as normal as he can but you can tell he’s excited. You chuckle and hold them close to your chest as you all snuggle up. The three of you stay like that for hours, just talking and scrolling through your phones while being warm and toasty.

Until there’s a knock on the door, you see Clark poke his head in as he says. “We’re doing team games down at the family room, we’re playing mario party.”

Both of the boys perk up and they leave you to go play. You the sigh and relax, finally alone again. You scroll on your phone until you hear a knocking outside the window. You groan and open the window to see Conner floating outside your window. He smiles and says. “Can I come in?”

You smile as you roll your eyes at him. You let him in and he puts his shoes on the shoe rack before landing on the bean bag chair with a small ‘oof’. You chuckle as you lie next to him. As you lie down on your back, he curls up against you as he mumbles. “You’re always so warm.”

You chuckle and pull him onto you, like he was some weighted blanket. His face flushes and he smiles widely before pressing kisses onto your face which you laugh at. He stops and then looks into your eyes, he then pushes himself up and then nuzzles your neck. He goes back to pressing gentle kisses on the column of your throat. You let out a little groan before pushing him off and then biting all over the base of his neck. You then hear a knock on the door, you grumble against Conner’s neck and press another kiss to the then move around to go get the door.

You open it to see Roy at the door. He’s about to say something but Conner pops out from behind you and Roy sees the marks on his neck. He stays quiet before he smirks and asks. “You got room for one more?”

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Hope you guys like this treat! It is not proofread…. This isn’t canon, it’s more like a one shot.

[jjenthusee]

Pink Paint

idk if u guys realize but i REALLY like valentine’s day lol HAPPY VALENTINES WEEK Day 3!! ✨ so many drawings 😮‍💨 i hope this makes up for the many breaks i took HAHA

This drawing is part of my Valentines Event! Please check it out 💐

[momo-minomo]

Fic Fairy Friday: Batfam Valentines Special

Happy Valentines Day everyone! I wanted to post this earlier today but I'm sick and now it's the very END of Valentines Day but it's the thought that counts, right? Here are a nice handful of ships for Tim, Jason, and Bruce. Enjoy!

Tim Ships

(TimKon) under the small fire of winter stars by merils

Summary:

In winter, Metropolis gets an average of nine hours of sunlight daily. In the aftermath of a fight with Metallo, Kon is so exhausted he forgets about date night. Tim doesn't seem particularly upset about it, though. OR: "Why Doting On Your Solar-Powered Boyfriend Who Needs To Photosynthesize More Is A Totally Acceptable Date Night Activity": a treatise by Tim Drake.

(TimKon) all the quiet nights you bear by merils

Summary:

Kon has a rough day. Tim is determined to take care of him. After all, he didn't memorize all the variations of Kon's curl routine for nothing, now, did he?

Momo's Notes: This two fics by merils are an indulgence I couldn't resist including. I have a huge weak spot for lovers just taking care of each other on a hard day and they are adorable.

(TimKon) midnight sun by merils

Summary: Who would win: four men with guns who just happened to get Red Robin to walk into a trap, or one royally-pissed Kryptonian juggernaut? Yeah, it's not even a contest.

Momo's Notes: Yep! Another one by merils! I couldn't help myself! Tim is a certified badass who's absolutely terrifying and all of the bats are the most dangerous mofos in the room on any hero team but they aren't invincible. Sometimes they get in over the heads or just get unlucky. So having a bat in trouble and it making one of the Supers go absolutely feral? Swoonworthy!

(TimKon) Nicknames by MieczyslawS

Summary:

He scrubbed at his face, letting the soft wool pull him out of his brain funk, he sighed and mentally prepared himself to stare at the stalagmites until Bart and Superboy woke up. “Rob?” Tim spun around to see Superboy standing in the doorway, “ya alright?” he mumbled, blinking sluggishly. Tim, Kon and their nicknames over the years.

Momo's Notes: I'm a comics nerd so seeing little snapshots of Tim and Kon's relationship over the years from early Young Justice onward as they slowly grow closer? Love it!

(TimKon) daylight by dreamrecurrentdreams

Summary:

Seeing Tim again was confirmation of how much he’d liked hearing his name in Tim’s mouth, the way Tim’s pretty, pink lips shape around Kon, how he imbues it with so much emotion each time. Kon’s heard him say it every which way. At the start, when things were rocky, it was Superboy laced with frustration, ground under Tim’s gritted teeth, seconds from snapping because he had Tim at his wits’ end. Then, over time, it became Conner , falling out of Tim’s mouth naturally, seamless like their teamwork as they fought side by side through thick and thin. Kon, rounded with unshakable trust from the third Robin, a cynic trained to never let down his guard by Batman himself. Kon , impossibly soft with fondness from a boy with sharp eyes and pointy elbows. Kon wants Tim to keep calling his name, in other ways too. He wants.

Momo's Notes: Daylight feels like the perfect companion piece to Nicknames. And this one has a little spiciness at the end lol

(TimBerKon) a study by bernard dowd by cv_angels

Summary: Bernard opens the laptop, spinning it to face Tim with a flourish. It’s a powerpoint with a truly hideous red background, and Tim feels a moment of relief that Bernard isn’t breaking up with him before he registers the words on the slide.REASONS WHY TIMOTHY DRAKE-WAYNE IS A SUPERHERO, A STUDY BY BERNARD DOWD. - Based on my post on tumblr: "I’m obsessed with the idea that Bernard like. Figures out that Tim is a superhero but guesses the wrong one. Like he compiles all this evidence and makes a PowerPoint and presents it to Tim and is like “Tim. I figured it out. You’re Impulse.”"

Momo's Notes: I had to add a TimBerKon fic on here! There's just something adorable about Kon lamenting he missed his chance for the love of his life and Bernard being quick to jump on the "Tim has two hands" bandwagon!

Jason Ships

(Jason Todd/Tonystark/Bucky Barnes) Do Every Stupid Thing by thepartyresponsible Summary:

Jason doesn’t mean for the Winter Soldier to be a present for Tony Stark. The youngest Stark isn’t supposed to be involved at all. The plan is simple: intervene before the Winter Soldier can murder Howard and Maria, tranq the Winter Soldier until he’s sufficiently incapacitated, and then drag him off for further study and let the Starks carry on with their fraught, bourgeoisie bullshit.

Momo's Notes: This is a crossover but it's so damn good I had to include it. Basically while seeking answers about his own resurrection, Jason ends up accidentally falling in love with a feisty young Tony Stark and the Winter fucking Soldier. The series follows their relationship as Jason accidentally adopts first them, then Coulson and a teenaged Clint Barton, and later a teenaged Natasha as well. The alternating camaraderie and friction between The Batfamily and Jason's SHIELD team/found family is interesting and the side pairing of Clint and Tim being awkward flirty teenagers at each other while Jason is disgusted by how sweet they are is adorable.

(JayRoy) If your real dad isn't present store bought is fine by Here_we_go

Summary:

“Daddy!” the voice screams and suddenly something collides with Jason’s legs. He looks down, it’s a child, black hair, brown eyes, tiny little overalls and a tiny little backpack. She’s clinging to his legs and she’s definitely talking to him. What the shit? “See?" She shouts pointing, "My daddy's here now and he's going to fuck you up!" Jason looks up and sees a grown man, now stopped in his tracks, clearly having been following the girl. Jason doesn’t know what the fuck is going on here, but he doesn’t like it one fucking bit. - Jason goes to Star City to rub out a gang that's been getting too cocky back in Gotham. Things don't quite go according to plan. For JayRoy week day 2: Fatherhood/Family Dinner

Momo's Notes: This is a short little meet cute without a lot of romance but I'm including it because all love starts somewhere and these three are such an adorable family unit. I plan to do a full rec list for them of some point. Lian is so clever and feisty she runs circles around everyone. I love her. That goon better thank his lucky stars that Jason won't kill in front of a kid because he 100% he had it coming.

Bruce Ships

(BatCat) We, So Much Older by LemonadeGarden

Summary:

Selina Kyle doesn't particularly like children. They're too noisy and stupid and they cry way too much. Bruce's kids though, they're something else altogether.

Momo's Notes: This one is really cute. Despite her protests about not being mother material, Selena only ever falls in love with Bruce in this fic because he's a good dad. Bruce's emotional walls and facades are good enough that, at first, she can only see the best parts of Bruce when he's with his kids. And as time goes on, they bring out the best in her for Bruce to marvel at, as well.

(SuperBat) On the Way Down by TimmyJaybird

Summary:

A series of uninvited guests finally get Clark to confront Bruce about all the feelings he's harbored for years.

Momo's Notes: This fic and the Selena one both show my weakness for Bruce's kids interfering in their dad's love life because he's too emotionally stunted to do it himself lol. Poor Clark is doomed to have spooky ninja kids show up to fix things when Bruce is too busy wallowing in his own man-pain to be a functional adult about his relationships. I also love the respectful way fandom treats Lois in SuperBat fics.

(SuperBat) Loading and Aspect Ratio by JUBE514

Summary:

So, it didn’t start out like this. Alfred would scoff at the statement, about how Bruce was trying to justify the whole situation to himself. It had started out as a simple design, black everything with black outlines and black hood. It got a little more intense as the world went on, got wind of his ghost on the streets, and became scared of The Bat . So Bruce got a little more creative with it, Alfred and him had a good laugh over the name, the scare, and Alfred had a vicious streak of humor that he had passed onto his ward- So now the suit had a visible bat-theme, an insignia to drape in the shadows and to paint across the streets of Gotham. It only took a year into the whole charade of heroism for Bruce to overhear a conversation between some goons- some low level thug hired by the Riddler this week- about nothing at all pertaining to what the hell the Riddler was doing in the sewers but instead: “ The Batman can fly, you know, I’ve seen his wings.” -- A world where nobody has wings, but people think they do, and that changes everything.

Momo's Notes: There are no words for how much I love this fic. I've re-read it dozens of times. In year one of being Batman he gets the idea from some goons' chatter to add wings to the Batsuit but it's only when Dick joins him that he makes them fully functional AS wings rather than an Bruce being unable to help himself from being as dramatic as possible while committing to the bit. The SuperBat content is slowburn and I freaking love how into Bruce Clark is. It's like Bruce is a walking, talking kink button specifically built for Clark and his pov has these delicious little inhuman things sprinkled in like he can smell the leather of the suits and the dye on their wings from across the room. There's also a lot of amazing Batfam stuff with good dad!Bruce and Dick, Jason, and Tim being thick as thieves. Just as a warning, though, there is one pet peeve about this fic and it's that the author misspells Lois' name as Louis every time and never fixed it. It's minor, tho, and Lois isn't on screen very often.

(SuperBat) Clark Kent and his Robins (and his favorite Bat) by Zell_Hatoule

Summary:

Due to shenanigans that Clark cannot possibly comprehend, let alone understand, Bruce has somehow talked him into being Batman for a week. And then it keeps happening. Or. How Clark Kent and Batman choose to protect what they love.

Momo's Notes: Bruce and Clark balance each other out beautifully in this. They keep each other honest, remind each other to keep being men under the symbols, master tag team parenting, and there's playfulness between them that you don't often get to see in a Bruce pairing. This is a softer universe than our regular canon since here Bruce and Clark don't allow the job to take over their lives. They're heroes but they're fathers and lovers first and that makes all the difference to each other, to the Robins, and to certain multi-verse refugees who deserved better than what they got in their own elseworld AU.

[niightcravvler]

Hearing that the new DC valentines special about all the robins is reaching levels of “they would not fucking say this” that have never been seen before lmao. I don’t really go there but this is all because of tiktok batfam fans i just know it

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Ocean View

Fandom: Superfam, Batfam, DC Comics

Summary: A pair of shoes, a fragmented memory, and a collection of newspaper clippings.

An empty box of cigarettes, a second phone, and a beach house with locked rooms.

Chapters: 6/?

Characters: Laney Kent, Jason Todd, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Chris Kent, Tim Drake

Relationship(s): JayLaney, Clois

Additional Tags: No Powers AU, No Capes AU, Secret Identity, Social Media, Romance, Angst

Chapter Six: Valentine's Day

Jason woke me up to breakfast in bed, and he'd washed my clothes. "Did you sleep at all?" I mumbled. He nodded.

"I fell asleep right after you. You went to sleep at seven o'clock, almost eight," Jason replied. He sat next to me in bed, and he ate some of my strawberries. "Eat your breakfast. You can wear whatever you want in the house." I ate my pancakes and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

I showered and picked out one of the outfits he left lying around. I got dressed, and Jason met me near the front door. "Saturday?" Jason asked. I grinned.

I said goodbye to him and drove straight to work. I ran into my parents in the parking lot. "Morning, Mom and Dad," I smiled.

"I can't wait to hear all about your second date," Mom grinned. I never dated, so this was special for my mom.

Dad pushed up his glasses and looked over at me. "He made dinner, and we talked. Then he woke me up for work with breakfast," I whispered. Dad held the door for us as we all went into work. Mom sat down at my desk and fixed her makeup. Dad stood close by.

"How many more dates until you start calling him your boyfriend?" Dad asked. I grew quiet as I thought about his question.

"Ten. Let's make it a nice even ten dates before we start using that word. We're going out again on Saturday. So that'll make it our third date," I whispered. Dad looked at Mom, and she gave me a kiss on the cheek before going straight to her desk. "What's wrong?"

"And Christopher's birthday?" Dad asked.

"I never miss Kit's birthday. I was actually hoping I could talk to you about that," I smiled awkwardly, "Can we have his party at my place?" Birthdays were a big deal in the Kent family. They came second only to gotcha days. Hosting a birthday party was an even bigger deal.

I think it surprised Dad to see me taking that responsibility. "Do you want my help?" Dad asked. I nodded.

"I already have ideas," I whispered. Dad beamed. "Listen, I'm not going to mess this up. I promise."

"Lane, I love you so much," Dad whispered. I wanted to hug him. I really did, but I was afraid he wouldn't hug back. I chewed my lip and almost bit down out of shock when he embraced me. "I love you so much, and I see that you're trying." I held onto him and tried not to cry, but I couldn't hold back the few tears that forced their way down my cheeks.

I finally felt like I could breathe. "Can I stay the night?" I asked. He nodded.

"I'd like that... And I'm so happy that you're dating someone," Dad whispered, "Shame for some of the kids in the mailroom, though." I knew he was joking, but I couldn't help but be a little puzzled as I watched him walk back to his desk.

I thought it'd be a slow Friday, but Uncle Jimmy came back from his trip, and he was immediately called away to take pictures of a beached whale. Then, the new girl asked me to go with her to do a story about an older couple that was born on Valentine's Day. The car ride there was unbearably quiet. "So... Where are you from?" I asked. I really hate small talk.

"Muskogee, Oklahoma," she answered.

"Oh nice, I'm from Smallville, Kansas... We left when I was thirteen, but I was living there with my grandparents up until a week or two ago," I explained, "I lived with them for five or six months."

"I figured you were from somewhere else. You like it here?" the girl asked. I nodded. "I got here just a month or so before you came back. I'm just now getting used to it."

"It can be a lot on the senses... Sometimes I have to go back home just to get some quiet, so that doesn't ever really go away," I whispered.

"You date in the city?" she asked.

"Well, I date this guy who visits the city a lot. We just started going out, but I don't know if it's-. I used to live in this building," I whispered. We got out of the car, and the older couple buzzed us up. When we got up there, I recognized them both, and they recognized me.

I raised my shoulders out of discomfort. "How're you doin', kid?" asked the older man. I nodded. "We thought something happened to you. Maggie made me talk to the landlord, but he said you'd moved out."

"Yeah, I stayed with my grandparents for a little while. I'm back for now, but I live somewhere else," I explained, "I figured nobody would want me back in the building." I tried to laugh it off.

I was a horrible neighbor. Between the noise and the stray cats, I was surprised that they'd reacted kindly to seeing me. I let them do their interview while I took pictures. After the interview was over and I got in the car with my coworker again, she looked at me. "Why'd you move?" she questioned.

"Know how I said I go to Kansas to get away from the noise?" I asked. She nodded. "I'm the noise." We didn't say anything else for the rest of the ride back to work.

When I got back, my mom pointed to my desk. I saw a little heart-shaped arrangement of succulents and a note sitting on my desk. I sat down and read the poem attached to it. "I look for you in dreams/ In daylight's hours/ I fear I will never find you/ As you are in moonlit nights/ I only hope that when night's hour returns/ You'll bring sunlight back into my life." I touched the letter to my lips and smiled.

Mom came by and sat across from me. "What'd the note say?" Mom asked.

"He wrote me a poem," I whispered, "Mom, do you still love Dad the way you did when you first started dating?"

She gestured for me to lean in close, and she whispered, "No one starts out in love when they're dating. I wasn't in love at first, but I am now." I grinned. That was what I needed to hear. She patted me on my cheek. "Ten dates is quite a number. Eight more to go, right?"

"Right," I whispered.

[pinkipeachiikeen]

Maeve’s Masterlist

Created: 6/8/23

HAIKYUU!!!

Kuroo: Feline Antics ( fluffy Drabble) (GN! reader)

Kuroo tries.... and fails to convince y/n that he is a dog person with his cat like antics

Yamaguchi: Galaxy Boy ( Hurt/comfort oneshot) (f! reader)

Yamaguchi overhears Y/n talking about how much she hates her *‘freckles’ so Yamaguchi wants her to give him a makeover- but gets a whole lot more than he bargained for

*Also even though it says reader has freckles- reader is not of specific race and their was no skin tone set in mind and does not have to have freckles (it makes sense once you read it lol)

Bokuto: Knight in shining Under Armour ( fluffy one shot) (GN! reader) 

The last year in middle school trouble-bound Y/n was assigned a partner in gym to protect them from from getting injured in PE again. Neither of them know how close they would get and neither of them thought they would see each other again in high school after a unexpected circumstance pulled them apart. 

Sakusa: Mint Chocolate Curse (Mini series) (Soulmate! F! Reader!) 

Mint chocolate chip is a commonly discussed flavor, some swearing that it tastes like toothpaste, others swearing that anyone who believes that has obviously never brushed their teeth before because no mint toothpaste tastes like that. Sakusa never cared much for ice cream in general, he doesn’t like things that are prone to mess, after all  but he didn’t necessarily dislike mint chocolate or anything.

That was until it was marked on his body for all eternity at the ripe age of twelve.

Here, it’s mint chocolate chip! Was tattooed in what could best be described as a fun, cheery, font, which was ironic because those  two words were rarely, if ever used to describe Sakusa.

It was also ironic because he seemed to be the only person in the universe who didn’t want a soulmate.

Part One

Osamu: The Intruder (F! reader) (Crack/fluff)

What do you get when you have a heavy sleeper, a twin brother with boundary issues and a sleep deprived, caffine high college student with a broom?

Chaos.

Complete and utter chaos.

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Toge: Signs of Love (F! HOH Reader fluffy VALENTINES SPECIAL)

BUNGO STRAY DOGS:

Dazai: And The Stars Will Guide Us Home (BSD x Batfam! Crossover fic!) (F! Reader)

FIC RECS 

My Hero Academia 

Haikyuu!

[aspiratinganxiety]

Birthentine’s Day

@rock-x-kpop-fangirl:

Hey 💜🖤, first of all, I hope you are having a good day/night :) Secondly, could I please make a request for a fic/imagine with Jason Todd where the reader (his ‘partner’ in vigilantism and life 😂) dislikes Valentine’s Day because it’s also her birthday and she’s always found that awkward. Plus she claims to hate all the cliche lovey things because she tries to be dark but in reality has a soft spot for some things? I am so sorry if this is weirdly explained, I wasn’t really sure how to put it into words 😂😬 Thanks anyway 💜🖤❤️

 I got this fic done the night before so that I could be sure to get it up for you this Valentine’s!!! Have a good one, babe. I hope that this fic makes you feel the love.

Tag List:  @possiblyelven, @thepuckishrogue, @jinkies-its-a-writer, @queeniepearls (If you want to be tagged, let me know! For more fics, check out my masterlist.)

“I don’t like this,” you mumble again, squeezing your eyes shut too tightly in an effort to ignore the sticky sensation of Jason’s sweaty palms on your face.

He chuffs behind you, eager like a schoolboy and unperturbed by your repetitive negative comments. “You said the same thing last year, and we had a great time.”

“No,” you correct him. “You had a great time. I had an allergic reaction to the dehydrated strawberry powder that some asshole decided to sneak into hot cocoa mix.”

“Oh, right. I forgot that happened.”

“Yup, the same way you forgot that I was allergic to strawberries.”

Jason shrugs in response to your petulance. He directs you out of the elevator and down the familiar hall of your apartment complex with his hands still covering your eyes.

“Don’t be dramatic,” he says. “You get some itchy hives; it’s not like your throat closes up or anything. Also, I will remind you for the millionth time that I didn’t know the hot cocoa was actually chocolate-covered-strawberry cocoa. It wasn’t written anywhere on the packaging. I picked that basket for the flowers, not the other junk that came with them.”

You scoff, unsoothed. Not being one for overt gestures of affection, the contrariety of falling for someone like Jay isn’t lost on you. Jason Peter Todd remains the sappiest grown man you’ve ever met, even after years of being brutally teased by both Roy and yourself. Managing to tread water as the sole target of all his intense romantic focus is a wonder. That your sweet boyfriend never lets your mopey cynicism thwart his elaborate conglomeration of birthday and Valentine’s plans is nothing short of an incomprehensible act of God.

Back before you were dating he’d bypass all of the lovey-dovey pink shit and make sure February 14th was about nothing more than you racking up another year. It was nice to have a buddy willing to ditch girlfriends and ignore the pleas of other single friends not wanting to slog through an awkward evening of mockery and embarrassment alone. The memories of those previous birthdays are treasured far above any of the attempts Jason’s made to mix the two celebrations thus far.  

You genuinely appreciate Jason’s dedication to making your birthday special without overlooking the couples’ holiday of the year. However, you just aren’t in the mood to welcome any of his efforts this evening. The best shots he gets at sweeping you off your feet fall on anniversaries or during unexpected moments of spontaneity, not in observance of poorly-timed cesareans and crappy Hallmark holidays. Jason knows these to be your preferences, even if he doesn’t know your food allergies.

Your sense of dread deepens as the door to your apartment gets unlocked. Jason pushes you into the warm interior, and you half expect a repeat of the surprise birthday party he’d thrown for you almost five years before. When no one vaults from behind your furniture shouting, you take in the smells around you. No baking smell or tacos. Homemade dinner of champions had been a part of your birthday requests last year.

Upon reflection, last year was a pretty great time. Strawberry debacle aside. Not that you’re willing to admit that to your boyfriend until he recognizes the danger of feeding you anything to do with those dastardly little fruits that are so popular this time of year.

Your jitters get the better of you, and you stop trying to guess. “Jason, lemme’ see.”

“You sure?” he teases, setting his chin on your head and weaseling up close behind you.

An impatient huff escapes your throat as you go about tugging his hands off of your face. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust, having been covered for quite some time. The scene that greets you melts your heart along with your reservations about celebrating Valentine’s Day. Your couch is covered in a brand new plush throw blanket. Though it is pink, it looks soft enough to be worth the eyesore. Snacks are piled on the coffee table, a wide selection of everything from luxury chocolates to your favorite flavor of potato chip. The TV is paused over the opening titles of the Netflix original you’ve been trying to make Jason binge with you for nearly six months.

You are so touched trying to take it all in that you almost miss what Jason’s saying: “-so I figured, why not both? You told me that time we watched a ton of stupid 90s movies and ate garbage was your favorite birthday.”

“All of the snacks and colors are from Valentine’s day,” you observe, tilting your head back into Jason’s chest.

“Well, accept your cake. And the chips and popcorn. And those nasty frozen pizza things you like.”

“You got me the bagel pizzas?” Your eyes practically have stars in them at this point. This revelation, by far, is the most heartwarming part of the night. Jason loathes the quick frozen foods you’d been living off of before the two of you moved in together and he took initiative in the kitchen.  

Jason grumbles, pretending to be put upon where he’s victorious. “Yeah, I got you your damn gross bagel pizzas.”

“And you baked them in the oven?”

He speaks as though resigned to the childish back and forth, but he loves it. You know he does. “And I baked them in the oven.”

You swoon theatrically while Jason pouts in a good-natured fashion. He catches your weight easily, scooping you up and plopping you on the couch on top of a mountain of heart-related plush items and a bag of those chalky heart candies with corny sayings that nobody likes, but everyone remembers eating.  

You beam at him and snuggle close when he settles in beside you.

This is perfect. Low-key, just the two of you at home, good-bad food, and an awesome show.

How could you have ever doubted him? Jason Peter Todd is a genius, and he’s the best boyfriend with whom you could spend Birthentine’s Day.