#cassandra cain smut

[acourtofidiots]

reader getting punished in unholy!verse bcos she touched herself w/out their permissions🥺i can imagine jason being the roughest while duke is such a softy

are you...are you trying to kill me?? cause you certainly have 😩

cw: smut, dom/sub dynamics, sir kink (briefly mentioned), use of sex toys, bondage, squirting, begging, punishment, this is absolute filth i'm so sorry.

Jason: Jason is pretty rough with the reader, especially if she's broken a rule. But she loves it and would constantly try and push his buttons to keep being rough with her (not always, though, she's an angle for the most part!) I think Jason's go-to punishment for when the reader touches herself w/o permission is having both of them sit in front of a floor-length mirror, her back to his chest, and making her watch him deny so many orgasms that she's a blubbering messy and stuttering out apologies. He's just shaking his head and continuing to do it until he feels like she's earned her reward.

Duke: I agree that Duke would be a softy. I think he's not really into the whole BDSM thing, but he would be great at teasing you. Slowly kissing down your body, teasingly eating you out, and having you beg and whine for his cock. And when he would eventually fuck you, it would still be slow, and you would have tears streaming down your face when Duke decides to have mercy on you and let you come as many times as possible.

Bruce: He would tie you to a chair in the cave with a gag in your mouth and have you come over and over again with a vibe against your pussy as he finishes up cases for the night. You would be trying so hard to get his attention, but everything comes out muffled thanks to the gag, and he pays you no mind until he decides to give you a break and treat his princess to a nice hot bubble bath (cause we all know a brooding man like Bruce would secretly like having a bubble bath)

Dick: A combo of Jason and Bruce. He definitely wouldn't be as forgiving as Bruce, but he would definitely punish you for acting out of line. I could see him fucking you and acting like everything was normal but he wouldn't let you cum. And the next time he fucks you, he still wouldn't fuck you. And this continues on for a week until you're practically on your knees, begging for sir to let you cum and saying that you're very sorry for disobeying him. And oh boy, does he make it worthwhile. He makes you come so hard that your release squirts out of you, and he would be fascinated by it that he would make you do it several more times until the surface underneath you is slick with your juices.

Tim, Steph, and Cass: They would all love ganging up on you and do your punishment together. Have Tim fuck your ass while Steph fucks your cunt and Cass is riding Steph's face. Or tying you up and making you come in whatever way they find suiting. On their fingers, tongues, cocks. You would be exhausted by the time they would be finished with you, but they would treat you like a princess afterward. Rubbing you down, giving you snacks and water, and lots and lots of snuggles.

[girlkisser13]

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cassandra cain x queen fem!reader

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drabbles

[fluffy-anna]

Made another one. All hail the Richard Grayson aka Nightwing wallpaper.

He may be a man but he's the best eldest daughter I know.

I literally love this man but he gets screwed over so many times that I kind of find it funny.

I will make more.

[fantasy-cursedkrystal]

jason and Tim write batman fanfiction or batman ship fanfiction (maybe duke also writes fanfics of batman or he reads them)

Dick and steph read batman fanfiction damian and cass would just be confused

bruce finds out and is traumatized for life

[robinsfilm]

Peccatores

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Summary: In which two confused individuals try to pick up the pieces of themselves slowly, but together.

Pairing: Jason Todd x GN!Reader

Warnings: Gore, blood, description of harm and injury, panic attacks, manipulative behaviour, angst, fighting, explosions, don't worry theres fluff, reader has a life outside of jason, paramedic!reader, imposter syndrome, complicated family dynamics (not only the bat fam).

Notes: Hello to all of you lovely people! Again, thank you for your support for giving me the final push to finally post this. I am looking for advice to improve my writing so I would appreciate your feedback. This first post includes the prologue and chapter 01. In this first part you'll see about four original characters and reader: The unknown man in the prologue, Eden, Chief Rösli and Lorian. In two or three days I will post chapter 02 (you'll be seeing Jason in chapter 02). Chaper 03 was just written. (Meet cute! As cute as him bleeding out in your apartment is). Have fun reading!

Word count: 3.5k.

Dark blue sky, no stars, dark red blood turning bright. A quiet night, only the sound of squelching flesh and blood echoes. Does blood always stain this much? Last time it was already hard to clean out. It doesn't matter anymore. He directs his attention to something else.

Actually, someone else. Their cries go deaf on his ears. It's a job, a dirty one, yes, but a job. Something about a leak. Someone wavering in their loyalty. He just needs to tie the loose ends.

There was no loyalty here, anyway.

He hears a whisper, "P—please, I made a mistake!" They grab at his feet, "a mistake... a stupid, stupid mistake!" They look up at him, face scratched, eyes red, fingers bleeding, nails gone.

He looks down, thinking how feeble life is. How unfortunate.

But this is just a job.

He pulls the trigger.

The silence that follows is thick, almost tangible, a stark contrast to the earlier desperate pleas. The dark alley, hidden away from the bustling city, absorbs the last echoes of life. He watches for a moment, making sure there’s no movement, no final breath escaping. Satisfied, he holsters his weapon, his mind already moving on to the next task.

The city lights flicker in the distance, a reminder of the world that continues on, oblivious to the darkness that festers in its hidden corners. He walks away, blending into the shadows, just another faceless figure in the labyrinth of Gotham.

The night is still young, and the list of tasks is long. As he moves through the deserted streets, the weight of his actions settles in, not as guilt, but as a reminder of the grim reality he has chosen. This life, this path, is not for the faint of heart.

In the back of his mind, a thought lingers. It’s not about loyalty or betrayal. It’s about survival. And in Gotham, survival often comes at the cost of one's humanity.

He heads toward the dilapidated building that has served as his temporary headquarters. It stands as a relic of a bygone era, once majestic but now crumbling under the weight of neglect and time. The windows, shattered and covered in grime, offer no glimpse of the inside. The door, barely hanging on its hinges, creaks ominously as he pushes it open.

Inside, the air is cold, a biting chill that seeps into his bones. The walls are adorned with peeling paint, revealing layers of forgotten history. Dust hangs heavy in the air, disturbed only by his presence. He takes a deep breath, the musty scent filling his lungs, grounding him in the stark reality of his surroundings.

The building’s interior is a maze of rooms and corridors, each more decrepit than the last. Faded photographs and torn posters cling to the walls, remnants of lives once lived. The floorboards creak under his weight, threatening to give way with each step. He moves cautiously, the dim light from his flashlight casting eerie shadows that dance along the walls.

In one of the rooms, he finds a broken mirror, its fractured surface reflecting a distorted version of himself. He stares at the reflection, seeing not just his physical appearance but the person he has become. The coldness in his eyes, the hardness etched into his features. He barely recognizes the man staring back at him.

The sound of distant sirens pierces the silence, a reminder of the world outside. He turns away from the mirror, refocusing on the task at hand. He needs to gather his thoughts, plan his next move. The job is far from over, and any lapse in concentration could be fatal.

As he navigates through the building, he thinks about the person he just left behind. The panic in their eyes, the desperation in their voice. He had seen it all before, countless times. Each encounter blending into the next, a never-ending cycle of fear and resignation. It was always the same, yet somehow, it never got any easier.

He enters a room that appears to have once been an office. An old desk, covered in dust and cobwebs, sits in the center. Papers are strewn across the floor, their contents long faded and illegible. He pulls out a chair and sits down, the wood groaning in protest. For a moment, he allows himself to relax, to let the tension drain from his body.

The cold seeps deeper into his bones, and he wraps his coat tighter around himself. He thinks about the warmth of a fire, the comfort of a safe home. Luxuries he can no longer afford. His life is one of constant motion, never staying in one place for too long. Always looking over his shoulder, always ready to move at a moment’s notice.

His thoughts drift back to the cries he had heard earlier. The sheer panic in their voice. The way they had clung to his feet, begging for mercy. He knows he should feel something–remorse, guilt, maybe even pity. But there’s nothing. Just a hollow emptiness, a void where emotions used to be.

The job has changed him. Hardened him. He’s seen too much, done too much. There’s no going back now. He has accepted his fate, embraced the darkness that has become his life. And yet, a small part of him still yearns for something more. A glimmer of hope in the midst of the chaos.

But hope is a dangerous thing in his line of work. It makes you vulnerable, weak. And weakness is something he cannot afford. Not in Gotham.

He pushes the thoughts aside, forcing himself to focus. There are more tasks to complete, more loose ends to tie up. He cannot afford to dwell on what-ifs and maybes. His survival depends on his ability to stay sharp, to remain detached.

The wind howls outside, rattling the broken windows. He glances toward the sound, seeing the darkness beyond. The night is unforgiving, much like the city itself. A constant battle for control, for power. And he is just a pawn in a much larger game.

He rises from the chair, the cold air biting at his exposed skin. He needs to move, to stay active. The building offers little in the way of comfort, but it provides shelter, a temporary reprieve from the harsh realities outside.

As he makes his way through the corridors, he hears a faint noise. A soft, almost imperceptible sound. He stops, listening intently. The sound grows louder, more distinct. Footsteps. Someone else is here.

His hand moves instinctively to his weapon, his body tensing. He presses himself against the wall, blending into the shadows. The footsteps draw nearer, echoing through the empty halls. He waits, his breath shallow, every sense on high alert.

The figure comes into view, a silhouette against the dim light. They move cautiously, their head turning from side to side as if searching for something—or someone. He watches, waiting for the right moment to reveal himself.

As they draw closer, he steps out from the shadows, his weapon aimed. “Stop right there,” he commands, his voice low and steady. The figure freezes, their hands raised in a gesture of surrender.

They're a child. Blonde hair a mess on his head, clothes dirty and layered on him to keep out the cold.

“I’m not 'ere to cause trouble,” he says, his voice trembling. “I 'ust... I need help.”

He studies the kid, taking in his appearance. Disheveled, their clothes torn and dirty. There’s a look of desperation in the kids eyes, a familiar sight. He lowers his weapon slightly, still wary but willing to listen.

“What do you want?” he asks, keeping his tone neutral.

“Shelter,” The kid replies, his voice cracking. “'ust for the night. Please.” The accent seeps out of his voice. The childs green eyes dart around the room, ready to run if that's what it takes to keep himself alive.

He considers the request, weighing the risks. The building is a temporary refuge, not a safe haven. Allowing someone else in could compromise his own safety. But there’s something in their eyes, a flicker of vulnerability that tugs at a long-buried part of him. The child reminds him of someone.

“Fine,” he says finally. “You can stay. But don’t try anything. Understand?”

The child nods quickly, relief washing over his freckled face. “Thank you,” they whisper.

He gestures for them to follow, leading them to a small, relatively intact room. “You can stay here,” he says. “But remember, I’m watching you.”

He doesn't know if he should laugh or curse himself. There should be no mercy in this job. But he keeps contradicting himself. Every step, he holds out that feeble hope.

They nod again, settling down on the floor, grateful for the small mercy. He watches them for a moment longer, then turns away, his mind already shifting back to the tasks at hand.

The night is long, and there is much to do. But for now, in this cold, abandoned building, there is a brief moment of respite. A small spark of humanity in a world consumed by darkness.

*****

The alarm stopped ringing about an hour ago. It was a cloudy day with no sun—typical for Gotham. You opened the window to let some fresh air in as you leaned against the kitchen counter. The coffee grew colder with every passing second.

You couldn't help but feel anxious about today. You should be excited. You scored this job. You earned it. Yet the feelings of unease clung to you, tasting like rot in your mouth and taking root on your tongue.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the television. It was the news, Gotham News Channel - 08:00 AM Edition. A woman in her thirties looked over the paper in front of her before she gathered the courage to speak.

"Good morning. I'm Eliza Vádas, and this is Gotham News. Our top story today involves a chilling discovery in an abandoned building in the heart of the city." She tore her gaze away from the papers.

She took a breath before continuing, "Authorities are currently investigating the scene of a brutal crime at an old, dilapidated warehouse on the outskirts of downtown. The building, long known for its derelict state, became the focal point of a shocking police investigation early this morning."

"Reports indicate that the victim, whose identity has not yet been released, was found under disturbing circumstances. Sources close to the investigation confirm that the scene was one of extreme violence, with signs of a struggle and evidence suggesting a prolonged and harrowing ordeal. Victim was found with torn fingernails and broken rips among other injuries." My god.

You could say typical Gotham, but that never succeeded in pushing down the uncomfortable feeling in your stomach every time you heard news like this. It traveled up, reaching your throat and gripping it tightly. You felt like you were going to throw up.

"Police are tight-lipped about the details of the investigation," Of course they are. "–but have assured the public that they are pursuing all leads." Of course they have. "They are urging anyone with information to come forward as they work to piece together the events leading up to this incident."

"This tragic event adds to Gotham's growing list of unsolved mysteries and raises concerns about safety in our city's neglected corners. We'll keep you updated as more information becomes available."

You could see it in her eyes. She was used to this. Gore, murder, death, missing people, and never-ending bodies to add to the list of other horrid things taking place in this godforsaken city.

The coffee had gone cold. Good job, you thought to yourself. What a way to start the morning. You should be getting to work. That shift isn't going to cover itself.

As you wallowed in your thoughts, you spotted vibrant colors in the corner of your eyes. Tango squawks, and Mango follows suit. They are loud, but what did you expect? The vet did say sun conures are quite vocal and come with colorful personalities. Right now, they were eating. Cute.

You gathered your things. Hair first, jacket next, then onto the shoes and grabbing the bag. A well-practiced routine. Never changing. You were used to it.

Stepping out of the apartment building, you felt the chilly air hit your face. Thank God for the jacket, you thought, making a mental note. You got into your car and started heading for the fire station. Working as a part-time paramedic was no easy job, but you enjoyed it. The people, the environment—it was good. As good as it could be.

As you approached the fire station, the building loomed ahead, a sturdy relic of Gotham's past. The red brick facade, though weathered by time, stood strong and unyielding. Large, arched garage doors, painted a vibrant red, contrasted sharply against the gray sky. The station's name, "Fire Station 21," was emblazoned in bold, white letters above the doors, a beacon of safety and service.

To the side, a tall, narrow tower rose, used for training and drying hoses, its silhouette cutting through the overcast sky. The building's windows, framed in dark metal, were clean but hinted at the wear and tear of years of service. A small, neatly kept lawn with a few hardy shrubs and flowers added a touch of color to the otherwise utilitarian structure.

You pulled into the small parking lot, the gravel crunching under your tires. As you stepped out of the car, the chill in the air made you pull your jacket tighter around you. The familiar scent of smoke and faint traces of engine oil filled your nostrils, mixing with the crisp morning air.

Taking a deep breath, you walked towards the entrance, your footsteps echoing softly against the concrete path. As you reached for the door handle, you couldn't help but feel a mix of nerves and anticipation. The building, solid and dependable, seemed to mirror your resolve. You were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, or that's what you told yourself.

First, check in. As you step in, you can already hear Eden's voice, elegant but firm. You look around before you spot her curly brown hair.

"Eden, what's got you so worked up?" you questioned, hearing people getting out of briefings, talking, and catching up.

She turned to you, her face softening before she continued. "We unfortunately have a few problems with the paperwork. Documents got mixed up and now they've ended up here." She gestured to the small pile of paper she was holding.

Her brown eyes found the archive room, gesturing to it. "There's even more to organize. It's medical records, so we are the only ones on the job." Being the only two paramedics on the job, there was alot of work on both of your shoulders.

You couldn't figure out how to react to that. Happy because that is all you have to do, or disappointed because there's nothing else to do. You sighed before replying.

"I'll get to it. You go take a break. You're always early," you said with a small grin. Eden's always working. Her sienna-colored fingers crossed over her stack of papers before giving you a thankful nod.

Eden sighs, looking at you. "Do not hesitate to ask me to join you. I am more than ready to help. It is my job after all." she answered, giving you a rare smile.

"No, no. Absolutely not! You always do this. Work and work and no breaks." You narrow your eyes at her. "C'mon, leave this to me. I'm grown, I can handle it."

She chuckles, "Of course, so mature and grown. What would I do without you?" She teases. "I'll get going then. Chief Rösli needs me."

You give her a wave and turn towards the archives room.

The archives room was a hidden gem within the fire station, tucked away at the end of a dimly lit hallway. As you pushed open the heavy wooden door, a faint creak echoed in the quiet space. The air inside was cool and slightly musty, filled with the scent of old paper and leather bindings.

Rows of tall, metal shelving units stretched from floor to ceiling, each shelf packed with meticulously organized boxes, binders, and folders. The shelves were labeled with faded, handwritten tags, indicating the years and types of records stored within. Some shelves held large, leather-bound logbooks, their spines cracked and worn from years of handling. Others were filled with neatly stacked boxes, each containing a treasure trove of documents.

At the far end of the room, a long wooden table stood under a single overhead light, casting a warm, yellow glow. The table was cluttered with various files, maps, and old photographs, remnants of past research projects and investigations. A few chairs, their cushions faded and threadbare, surrounded the table, inviting anyone who needed to delve into the past.

Against one wall, a row of filing cabinets stood sentinel, their metal surfaces cool to the touch. Each drawer was labeled with precise detail, cataloging the contents within. The cabinets contained a mix of official reports, personnel records, and incident logs, all carefully preserved for future reference.

In one corner of the room, a small desk with an old computer and a vintage typewriter sat side by side, bridging the gap between the past and present. The computer was used for digital records, while the typewriter bore the weight of history, a reminder of how things were once documented.

Soft light filtered through a single, narrow window high on the wall, casting long shadows across the room. The window, partially obscured by dust and cobwebs, provided a view of the outside world—a stark contrast to the timeless atmosphere within the archives.

The walls were lined with framed photographs and newspaper clippings, each telling a story of the station’s history. Faces of firefighters from decades past stared out from sepia-toned images, their expressions stoic and proud. Yellowed newspaper articles recounted heroic rescues, devastating fires, and moments of triumph and tragedy.

As you moved through the room, the faint rustle of paper and the occasional squeak of a drawer were the only sounds. The papers that needed to be looked through were on the table.

Time to get to work.

The medical files were... well, just medical files.

Patient: Ravi Patel

Incident Date: June 14, 2023

Description: Patient was involved in a multi-vehicle collision on the Gotham Parkway. Sustained a broken left femur, multiple lacerations, and a concussion. Initial treatment included stabilizing the leg with a splint, controlling bleeding, and administering pain relief. Patient was transported to Gotham General Hospital for further treatment and surgery.

Patient: Jody Chastain

Incident Date: July 5, 2023

Description: Patient suffered from severe anaphylactic shock after exposure to peanuts at a local restaurant. Immediate administration of epinephrine and oxygen therapy provided on-site. Patient’s condition stabilized before being transported to Gotham Medical Center for observation and further care.

One file did catch your eye.

Patient Name: ///////////////

Incident Date: July 24, 2022

Location: Abandoned Warehouse, East Gotham

Description: Patient found with severe injuries consistent with violent assault. Evidence of a prolonged struggle.

Injuries:

Lacerations: Deep cuts on torso and limbs.

Facial Trauma: Bruising, swelling, cuts on face.

Fingernail Damage: Torn fingernails.

Fractures: Broken fingers, possible rib fractures.

Contusions: Bruises on chest, abdomen, back.

Shock: Rapid heartbeat, low blood.

Initial Treatment:

Stabilization: Secured airway, administered oxygen, started IV fluids.

Wound Care: Applied sterile dressings.

Pain Management: Administered analgesics.

Immobilization: Splinted fractures.

Transport: Taken to Gotham General Hospital for emergency treatment.

Notes: Patient regained consciousness en route. Showed signs of distress and disorientation. Immediate surgery required.

Follow-Up: Admitted to ICU for monitoring and recovery. Further imaging scheduled. Psychological evaluation recommended.

Talk about déjà vu. Isn't this just like that crime from the news? What is something like this doing here? Shouldn't this be with the police? Similar place, similar injuries..

As you ponder over the file, the door opens. You tear your eyes away from it to look at the intruder. One of your colleagues, obviously. Who else would it be?

"Lorian, there's a thing called knocking, you know. You scared me," you say, giving him a light chuckle. Lorian runs his hand through his blonde locks, his green eyes darting around the room before landing on you, and then the record in your hands. His freckled face filled with unease.

He straightens his posture, his voice soft and low. "The chief needs that," he says, gesturing to the paper.

You look at him, confusion furrowing your brow. "Why does Chief Rösli want this? It’s just a medical record.

Lorian hesitates for a moment, his gaze shifting uncomfortably. "I'm not sure. I was just asked to retrieve it. It’s not really my place to question, you know? But it seems urgent."

You nod, a bit reluctant. "Alright, I'll hand it over." Chief Rösli is his father. Alot of people say that's the only reason Lorian got the job. Your opinion is a bit different. Yes, he's a bit aloof and distant, but he does his job brilliantly.

You carefully place the file into his hands. Lorian gives you a quick, appreciative nod before turning and leaving the room.

As the door closes behind him, the room is swallowed by a heavy silence. You stand there, the dim light casting long shadows on the walls, your mind racing with questions. Why would the chief need this particular record? What connection does it have to the crime from the news? Why send his son to retrieve it? Maybe you're overthinking it.

It's just a medical record.

You shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts. The archive room, once a comforting haven, now feels oppressive, filled with unanswered questions and unsettling parallels. You take a deep breath and gather yourself, preparing to face whatever comes next.

With a final glance at the room’s cluttered serenity, you turn off the light and make your way out, leaving behind the mysteries of the archives room and the unsettling echoes of the morning’s news.

© ROBINSFILM ﹕ I do not give consent for my writing to be posted or used on any other platforms without my permission and proper credit.

[spectr3inl0ve]

craddle robber!bruce when your parents knew you date him they thought he's just another older white guy that'll take advantage of you but you're actually love everything about him (even if you're the same age as his adopted siblings) (especially cassandra as i am also asian i probably befriend my same age future daughter-in-law)

FORREAL LIKE THE PARENTS SUSPECTING THAT CRADLE ROBBER!BRUCE WAYNE IS GONNA TAKE ADVANTAGE??? But they don't realise how much he truly cares about and loves reader until they see it for themselves jdjrkeifj!!! and the thing abt cass AAAAH yesyes I think in general reader would try to have a good relationship w bruces army of children. since cass is more of a quiet person (from what I've seen so far I could be wrong 🤷‍♀️) ur relationship w her would be more of a presence thing ykwim???? like u guys could just be sitting on the couch together, saying only a few words while doing ur own thing and it'd count as quality time

[nenehyuuchiha]

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Red Hood: Lost Days Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Batfamily Members & Jason Todd Characters: Jason Todd, Talia al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain, Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Jason Todd, Good Parent Talia al Ghul, Beta Talia al Ghul, pup Damian wayne, Alpha Bruce Wayne, Alpha Dick Grayson, Beta Tim Drake, Beta Cassandra Cain, Jason Todd and Damian Wayne Meet in the League of Assassins, Okay Talia Al Ghul, Damian is OOC, Relationship Reveal, 5+1 Things, Mild Angst, More fluff than angst, It's JASON, Of course there was going to be angst, Cuddling & Snuggling, Platonic Cuddling, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Cuddle Pollen, Miscommunication, Bruce is OOC, of course he is, He actually talks about his emotions Summary:

Being a vigilante and an omega presents some interesting challenges for Jason. And he definitely doesn't appreciate his family butting in at the wrong moments.

OR

Five times a packmate finds Jason in heat, and one time they were all there

[rorywritesalot]

Batfamily Fanfic

Hello Y'all! Happy Pride Month.

To start this, I want to let everyone know that I have started the Batfamily fanfic and it should either get posted on Wednesday this week or Wednesday next week. Regardless, you will be fed and I will post a chapter of something.

Anyways, here's what the Batfamily fanfic is gonna happen as of now. Daphne Abbott is going to be kind of a scarlet witch/black widow variant in this story. Her parents are scientist and during an experiment gone wrong, she was "gifted" with telekinesis powers. Daphne's parents couldn't handle the fact that she had powers and basically cast her out and she's homeless.

The way I see this story working is we'll see a bit of Daphne's background and then the first half of this story will be sort of based off of the TV show Gotham. Daphne's story in my head at this point is messy. I see her going from an anti-hero to a villain and then a hero? I don't know. we'll see lol. She'll get taken in by Oswald Cobblepott and work for him. In her time as a villain, she becomes good friends with Selina Kyle and meets Bruce Wayne. Bruce kind of likes her, she can't stand him. So yea, Daphne will go through all of her teen years as a villain but also she was secretly going to school undercover (how ever that is going to work). She's always known that she didn't want to be in the slums or whatever her entire life and she wanted to clean up her act and go to school. Her dream is to be an interior designer.

While Bruce is away doing his stuff with Ra's al Ghul, Daphne quickly works her way through the interior designer world and becomes one of the top designers in the city.

Note: This is all I have brain stormed so far but it should all come together in the end. The batkids will all be involved in the story at one time or another. Bruce and Daphne will be together and get married, Daphne is gonna be the greatest batmom ever and the story is gonna be fluffy, smutty, and angsty because these are my favorite trio.

That's all!

[kat-the-sapphic-loser]

Shameless self promo, but i care not. This is like the first fan fic i’ve ever written so idk. Chapter 2 will release itself from my mind in the oncoming days though.

[ravenclawshermione]

DC Fanfic - Barbs and Briars

Since I'll be posting a new Calla-centric fic on Thursday 9/3, I wanted to share my existing works for her leading up to then! ^-^

“I’d tell you that Bat-fam dinners aren’t usually this awkward, but this was honestly one of the better ones,” Barbs said finally with a heavy sigh, “I vote next one, we sit on the far end and let Damian sit up by Bruce and them instead.”

“Next one?” I asked, incredulous.

“Oh… I mean, if you’d rather not…” she said softly, her face falling, like the colors draining out of a sunset.

I reached out to take her face in my hands, tilting her head slightly to kiss her forehead, “Barbs, I’d go anywhere for you. But do you want me to? I mean, I honestly thought…”

“What?”

“I thought you’d be reconsidering whether or not you want to be with me,” I admitted. 

She gave an amused smile, kissing me quickly, “Calla, I went into this eyes wide open. I know that your day job is going to lead to some interesting overlaps with our work. This one was a little unexpected, mostly because I thought with Selina’s history… It is what it is, though.”

“If it helps at all, I didn’t sleep with her,” I explained, “It was three scenes, one for a course and the other two for events.”

“I mean, it does help a little with the insecurity, but even if you had slept with her, we’ve all got a past. What matters to me is the future. Our future.”

Her ocean eyes held every reassurance that I needed, promising me that this was real, that this incredible, strong, sexy, confident, brilliant woman really wanted me. Her lips found mine as she pulled me close, her hand on the small of my back. I melted into her, savoring the taste of sunshine and honey, my fingers twisting up into her hair. I was fairly certain that I could spend my whole life kissing this woman and never get enough. 

“You are so incredible, Barbs,” I murmured, “Brilliant, breathtakingly beautiful, a total badass… How did I ever get so lucky?”

“I'm the lucky one,” she said, shaking her head, “I know that tonight was a bit… weird… But I’m so glad that you came with me.”

“This is a very sweet and adorable moment, so I’m going to refrain from making the obvious joke,” I said with a grin.

She burst into laughter, loud and carefree, the sound so perfect. It was scary, how much I wanted to spend the rest of my life making her laugh like that. I’d seen how love could destroy you when it ended, whether from the normal strain of life or the cruel sting of death. In our line of work, that last one wasn’t exactly a minimal risk. Some small part of me was screaming to run, as fast and as far as I could. But standing here, her hand on my shoulder, watching her bent over laughing, seeing her look up at me with those ocean eyes sparkling… Running wasn’t an option. Not anymore.

Barbara Gordon has never considered polyamory, has never been in a relationship with another woman, but after finally letting herself acknowledge her feelings for Calla, she's ready to try both.

Calla Carr has avoided relationships like the plague, they've only ever led to heartache. Getting feelings for two of her best friends had seemed like a big mistake. But after a game of truth or dare led to the revelation that Barbara felt the same, and that Dick was happy for the two of them, well... She's ready to be brave.

While the two of them are trying to figure out exactly how their relationship is going to work, Burnside College students start going missing. Something sinister is at work, and Barbara and Calla will both have to face down more than just relationship fears.

[acourtofidiots]

He's sat back while she's droppin' it She be poppin' it Yeah, she put it down slowly

A universe where Y/N is there to serve the Batclan’s more...sensual needs. 

CW: daddy kink, sir kink, dom/sub dynamics, BDSM, pain play, bondage, use of sex toys, spanking, dirty talk, use of paddles/whips, blowjobs, multiple partners, unprotected sex (some), cum eating, pussy eating, anal, ass play, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, voyerism, rough sex, but there’s also gonna be softer sex dw, orgasm denial, overstimulation...and a whole bunch more

(specific warnings will be given at the beginning of each chapter)

most of the drabbles aren’t connected but a few might be in the future!

featuring: Bruce Wayne (Batfleck), Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Barbara Gordon, and more ;)

this verse is OPEN for ideas/concepts!

power [bruce wayne & dick grayson]

disobey [jason todd]

sharing [jason todd & stephanie brown]

reader having an oral fixation [duke thomas & tim drake]

overstimulation w/ the batboys [jason todd, dick grayson, duke thomas, & tim drake]

reader touching herself without permission [all]

barbara punishing you for touching yourself without permission [barbara gordon ft. kon-el & tim drake]

[girlkisser13]

dating cassandra cain would include

• you always go to her ballet recitals and give her a big bouquet of flowers after every show.

• once you find out about her secret identity, she would make it a priority to teach you basic self defense (unless you’re also a vigilante).

• if you’re a vigilante like her, the two of you can predict each others moves.

• the two of you SOO in sync it’s crazy.

• you’re her regular sparring partner.

•she’s really good at picking up on your moods and helping you through any panic or anxiety attacks.

• she’s also very quick to recognize any potential triggers based upon changes in your behavior.

• she isn’t too big on pda but will definitely hold your hand if you initiate it.

• the two of you like to meditate together and do crazy couples yoga poses that end in both of you sprawled on the floor, laughing hysterically.

• she likes to take you to the tops of different buildings in the city to watch the sunset with you. she’s in love with the way the pink and orange hues frame your face. <33

• she’s very big on cuddling, and you often wake up with both of her arms wrapped around your waist as if you were a teddy bear.

• she likes to copy and memorize your movements. she’ll often catching herself even try to talk like you, or just her mouth moving when you’re talking, trying to stay in sync with you. it makes her feel closer to you.

• if you like to dance, she would love to dance with you. it doesn’t matter if it’s an actual choreographed routine or if it’s just for fun.

• you would have to invite her to dance with you though, otherwise she’ll just watch you and copy your moves.

• she sneaks up on you ALL THE TIME. every chance she gets she pulls a bruce on you.

• one second you're just changing, and the next she's smiling at you from the mirror. you don't know if it's creepy or cute. maybe a little bit of both.

• she would 100% steal food off of your plate.

• the two of you love that you can communicate with each other without talking.

• you’d know what the other is thinking based on each other’s body language and facial expressions.

• she always gives you the BIGGEST smile whenever she sees you, and sometimes she'll put her hand on your heart and sign "hi". <33

[fluffy-anna]

Stephanie brown, aka Batgirl aka spoiler, aka my favorite girl. Wallpaper. Hope you like it <3

@forestwanderingsapphic hope you like it (I remembered 🏌🏼)

And

Cassandra Wayne (Cain) wallpaper.

Aka Batgirl, aka orphan, aka PLEASE BE REAL I WANNA BE FRIENDS SO BAD WITH HER

[spectresbase]

Spectre's Holiday Advent Calendar, Day 11

As a thank you to my followers, I've thrown together a bunch of short stories with their OCs and requested characters and will be posting them 1 per day as Holiday gifts. Hope you enjoy! Today's Character: Cassandra Cain for @thegoodarsonist

Cass set up the camera, fussing over its position for a moment. Once she had it right where she wanted it she stepped back, and settled herself on your cock. A tap on the remote set the camera to recording, and without a word, Cass started to bounce, breasts and belly swaying a little as she did. Breasts and a belly that hadn’t been nearly this big when she’d started this video log.

Seven months ago, your hookups had been a casual thing between friends. Quick fucks here or there after a mission or when she needed to get away from the rest of the Bat Brats. But quick fucks or not. Casual or not. There’d been consequences, and those consequences had required conversation. She told you she was keeping it. You told her you’d be there the whole time. Where she’d gotten the idea for a video log of her body changing over time you didn’t know. Nor did you mind. Her body blocked your face, keeping you simply an anonymous dick in each video. The videos framed her, showing off her slow transformation from the compact, ripped young woman she’d been when it started to where she was now. Her breasts had been the first thing you’d noticed growing. Perhaps unsurprisingly given your infatuation with them. And for the first three months of video, that was all you really saw change. Around month 4 though you really started to notice the belly. And now, filming for month seven, you felt a need to be extra careful, assisting her a little in keeping herself up as she bounced atop your dick. You let her set the pace, knowing this was more for record keeping than truly about the sex.

Not that the sex wasn’t still great. If anything, pregnancy had only increased Cass’s sex drive. As soon as she got the video she wanted, you knew she’d change it up. Maybe hunch forward a bit so she could slap her hips against yours, or roll onto the bed and let you take the top. Whatever she picked, you’d follow her lead, just the way you had in every other part of it because, let’s face it, you just felt lucky to be involved at all. 

Reaching the top of one bounce, Cass held it long enough to find the camera remote and kill the recording. Then, looking at you in the mirror she’d set up to help her frame the camera,, she winked and dropped her entire weight onto your cock.

Before you could recover your breath, she was riding you at a gallop!

[swamiiyasssss]

Dragonfly In Red

Jason Todd + Vigilante!OfficeSiren!Reader

This Hood would never have thought he'd fell in love with a goddamn suit. Tall, dark and gorgeous, she was the wildest of his dreams. A dragonfly amongst the birds, the bats, standing out too much for his own liking.

The suit's got secrets; He intends to take it all for his own.

Dragonfly In Red by yasswami Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Batman: Arkham - All Media Types, Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010), DCU, DCU (Comics), Red Hood/Arsenal (Comics), Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Batman: Arkham (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Jason Todd/Reader, Jason Todd/Original Female Character(s), Jason Todd/Original Character(s), minor Luke Fox/Reader Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Titus | Damian Wayne's Dog, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Stephanie Brown, Joker (DCU), Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Lucius Fox, Luke Fox, Arkham Asylum Inmates, Arkham Asylum Staff (DCU), Riddler (Batman 1966), Jim Gordon Additional Tags: Slow To Update, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Episode: s01e09 Enemies and Lovers, Lazy Sex, Hate Sex, NSFW, Smut, Angst, Heavy Angst, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Character Death, Canonical Character Death, Vigilantism, Vigilante Reader, Blood and Violence, Psychological Horror, Psychological Torture, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Sex, Emotional Manipulation, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Blood and Injury, Blood Kink, Blood As Lube, Recreational Drug Use, Bondage and Discipline, Chair Bondage, Non-Sexual Bondage, Body Horror, Body Worship, Corporate core, Office Sex, Police Officer Dick Grayson, Restraints, Angry Sex, Angry Kissing, Fake Character Death, Survivor Guilt, Power Imbalance, Power Play, Office SIREN reader, suits & bandages, whump, can u notice i got a thing for blood aha

Jason bares his teeth. “ I find a dragonfly, ensnared in my trap.”

Red Hood/You. Dark & Explicit Themes. Mind the Tags.

[marcyvampire]

𝟬𝟭 ▎MASTERLIST . . . 🜲 ⺌

This vessel,

this vessel is a lie,

a shapeshifting beast,

a lesson in fluidity.

꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚︶꒷꒥꒷ ‧₊˚ ꒰ฅ˘ω˘ฅ꒱ ˚₊ ‧ ꒷︶꒷꒥꒷˚‧₊꒷꒥꒷

COMICS,

SERIES

& MOVIES

(HEROES) . . . ✦

DC. . . !

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

KAL-EL | CLARK KENT | SUPERMAN.

Its Evolution, Baby! Pt.1 Pt.2 (Yandere! Justice League x Inmortal! Reader)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

BRUCE WAYNE | BATMAN.

Silly Little Bat Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 (Yandere! Batfamily x Anti-hero! Fem! Reader. Platonic Fic)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

DIANA PRINCE | WONDER WOMAN.

BARRY ALLEN | FLASH.

JOHN STEWART | GREEN LANTERN.

ARTHUR CURRY | AQUAMAN.

J'ONM J'ONZZ | MARTIAN MANHUNTER.

MARI MCCABE | VIXEN.

JON SAMUEL KENT | SUPERBOY/SUPERMAN.

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

DAMIAN WAYNE | ROBIN.

Silly Little Bat Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 (Yandere! Batfamily x Anti-hero! Fem! Reader. Platonic Fic)

The Wildcard Pt.1 Pt.2 (Mother! Harley Quinn x Child/Teen! Reader. Platonic Fic)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

TIM DRAKE | RED ROBIN.

Silly Little Bat Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.t (Yandere! Batfamily x Anti-hero! Fem! Reader. Platonic Fic)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

JASON TODD | RED HOOD.

Silly Little Bat Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 (Yandere! Batfamily x Anti-hero! Fem! Reader. Platonic Fic)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

DICK GRAYSON | NIGHTWING.

Pierrot, the Sad Clown (Yandere! Dick Grayson x Villain! Reader tw.noncon)

Silly Little Bat Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 (Yandere! Batfamily x Anti-hero! Fem! Reader. Platonic Fic)

At the wheel (Yandere! Dick Grayson x Ex! Fem! Reader)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

BARBARA GORDON | ORACLE.

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

Silly Little Bat Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 (Yandere! Batfamily x Anti-hero! Fem! Reader. Platonic Fic)

CASSANDRA CAIN | ORPHAN/BATGIRL.

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

Silly Little Bat Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 (Yandere! Batfamily x Anti-hero! Fem! Reader. Platonic Fic)

STEPHANIE BROWN | SPOILER.

Silly Little Little Bat Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 (Yandere! Batfamily x Anti-hero! Fem! Reader. Platonic Fic)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

DUKE THOMAS | THE SIGNAL.

CONNER KENT | SUPERBOY.

LEX LUTHOR.

WALLY WEST | KID FLASH.

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

HARLEEN QUINZEL | HARLEY QUINN.

The Wildcard Pt.1 Pt.2 (Mother! Harley Quinn x Child/Teen! Reader. Platonic Fic)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

SELINA KYLE | CATWOMAN.

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

PAMELA ISLEY | POISON IVY.

Silly Little Bat Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 (Yandere! Batfamily x Anti-hero! Fem! Reader. Platonic Fic)

But, I love Ivy (Pamela Isley x Fem! Reader/Silly Little Bat. Tw. Smut)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

LADY SHIVA | DAVID NICOLE

TALIA AL GHUL

KILLAWOG | BONDAGE

ENCHANTRESS | JUNE MOONE

VULCANA | VULCA

LIVEWIRE | LESLIE L. WILLEM

MERCY GRAVES

KARA ZOR-EL | SUPERGIRL.

GARFIELD LOGAN | BEASTBOY.

JAIME REYES | BLUEBEETLE.

RACHEL ROTH | RAVEN.

KORIAND'R | STARFIRE.

DINAH LANCE | BLACK CANARY.

OLIVER QUEEN | GREEN ARROW.

ROY HARPER | RED ARROW.

And more..!

MARVEL. . . !

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

BUCKY BARNES | WINTER SOLIDER.

STEVE ROGERS | CAPTAIN AMERICA.

TONY STARK | IRON MAN.

PETER PARKER | SPIDER MAN

NATASHA ROMANOFF | BLACK WIDOW

THOR

BRUCE BANNER / HULK

CLINT BARTON / HAWKEYE

VISION

LOGAN | WOLVERINE

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

SCOTT SUMMERS | CYCLOPS

Devil in Paradise (Yandere! Scott Summers x Mutant! Reader)

Little Pebble (Yandere! Scott Summers x Mutant! Reader. Platonic fic)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

KURT WAGNER | NIGHTCRAWLER

Lurks Within Walls (Yandere! Kurt Wagner x Mutant! Reader)

Nocturnal Animals (Yandere Kurt Wagner x Mutant! Reader. Tw.Nsfw)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

PETER MAXIMOFF | QUICKSILVER

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

ERIK LEHNSHERR | MAGNETO

The song of the raven (Yandere Erik Lehnsherr x Raven! Reader x Yandere Charles Xavier. Platonic Fic)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

REMY LEBEAU | GAMBIT

Black Sheep (Yandere! Remy LeBeau x Mutant! Reader. Platonic Fic)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

HANK MCCOY | BEAST

Savior Complex (Yandere Hank McCoy x Mutant! Reader. Tw. Slight smut)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

CHARLES XAVIER | PROFESSOR X

The song of the raven (Yandere Erik Lehnsherr x Raven! Reader x Yandere Charles Xavier. Platonic Fic)

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

ALEX SUMMERS | HAVOK

WARREN WORTHINGTON III | ANGEL

MILES MORALES | SPIDER MAN/PROWLER

MIGUEO O' HARA | SPIDER MAN 2099

GWEN STACY | SPIDER WOMAN/ SPIDER GWEN/ GWEN POOL

HOBIE BROWN | SPIDER PUNK

PETER B. PARKER | SPIDER MAN

SPIDER MAN NOIR

WANDA MAXIMOFF | SCARLET WITCH

CAROL DANVERS | CAPTAIN MARVEL

JANE FOSTER | THOR

PEPPERS POTTS | RESCUE

ORORO MINROE | STORM

JEAN GREY | PHOENIX

ANNA MARIE | ROGUE

KITTY PRYDE | SHADOWCAT

LAURA KINNEY | X-23

GAMORA | Deadliest Woman in the Galaxy

NEBULA

MANTIS

DAISY JOHNSON | QUAKE

MEDUSA

YELENA BELOVA | BLACK WIDOW

JESSICA JONES

MICHELLE JONES | MJ

SHURI

AMERICA CHAVEZ

LOKI | GOD OF MISCHIEF

THANOS | THE MAD TITAN

APOCALYPSE | THE FIRST MUTANT

DOCTOR OCTOPUS | OTTO OCTAVIUS

MYSTERIO | QUINTON BECK

MYSTIQUE | RAVEN DARKHOLME

SABER-TOOTH | VICTOR CREED

And more..!

INVINCIBLE. . . !

⊹ ・・───・・✦・・───・・⊹

MARK GRAYSON | INVINCIBLE

OMNI-MAN | NOLAN GRAYSON

REX SPLODE | REX SLOAN

ROBOT | RUDOLPH CONNERS

ATOM EVE | SAMANTHA EVE WILKINS

DUPLI-KATE | KATE CHA

THE IMMORTAL | IMMORTAL

ANISSA

THRAGG

And More..!

⊹ ・・───・・♧・・───・・⊹

You can add more characters and hero comics/series/movies by asking in the comments and/or by placing orders. Send me a private message preferably to ask me for things, although you can also do it in the comments. Take a bath!