#damian wayne x Latina reader

[sofiafantasies]

“Tirame las aguas.”

You say, turning your head behind your shoulder before looking back at your hands. Your fingers working their magic on the keypad. You never really understood why Bruce locks his cookies like this. It's not like you guys were gonna steal it.

Damian nodded and turned around, crossing his arms and leaning on the wall. Jason turned around just to snap his head back at you. “What?” He asked, shaking his head like you just gave him an insult.

“If you can't understand simple instructions on a cookie heist—”

“I understood!” Jason whispered back from the crouched position he was in. You rolled your eyes and looked over your shoulder. “It just doesn't make sense.”

You raised your bottom lip and looked him up and down. You gave him clear instructions, and he made a big deal of them. “Work faster, would ya?” Tim rushed into your ear, the headpiece he had left for you beeping as it activated.

You hissed, rubbing your ear on your shoulder. “Can it, Tim!” You whispered harshly after you lifted your head up. You brought your hand up to your ear and tried to lower the volume. “What doesn't make sense about—?”

“Pennyworth's coming,” Damian informed you in a rush, pushing himself off of the wall. He narrowed his wide eyes at the butler before turning his head to you.

You shifted in the crouched position you were in, a hand to the floor to keep yourself steady. “Distráelo,” you whispered, nodding up at him. “ya casi termino.” He nodded before walking off.

“Jason, tirame las aguas,” you said to him, lifting your head up to look at him. He furrowed his brows at you, you thought it was because you said his name in a Spanish accent. You rolled your eyes, turning to the keypad and typing in other codes that Bruce would use.

“I don't-I don't know what that means.” He stuttered, leaning forward.

“Really, dude?” The voice of Tim came through the comms. You slapped your palm on your ear and took the piece out with a hiss. A chill running down your spine. He must have added volume right after you turned it down. He was a menace.

“Not gonna lie—same!” He chuckled. Jason groaned, reaching out to the headpiece. You sat on your bum and rubbed your ear, groaning. This better be where Bruce keeps his cookies.

“Same what?” Jason questioned, lowering the volume on the earpiece.

“That you don't know what it means.” Tim said with a mouthful. It gave you an idea he was finished patrol and stopped by for a snack.

“Jason, tirame las aguas!” You rushed him. You knew Damian could not keep Alfred away forever. And Bruce could come any minute from patrol.

“I don't know what that means!” He yelled.

You tsked and pulled at the lock. “Tim, si no te apuras te voy a matar!” You whispered harshly. You grunted, hitting the lock with your palm. You wanted those cookies, you were getting those cookies!

“But, Alfred!”

You inhaled, a sharp gasp as you turned your head behind yourself. “Jason!” You whispered, narrowing your eyes. “Tirame. Las. Aguas!” You said, emphasizing your words by widening and narrowing your eyes at him.

“I don't know what the fuck that means!” He whispered, glaring at you. “Do you really want me to throw you the waters? The waters! With an 's'?”

“What?” You furrowed your brows before grunting as you sucked in your bottom lip. You turned back to the keypad, why did Bruce decide to change the location to the floor at the pantry? You didn't think anyone but Jason was allowed in the kitchen.

“Jason, presta atención a la puerta.” You said, trying to clarify.

“They do look sick! I think it's a virus. We must give them medical attention at once.”

Jason peered over his shoulder before he turned back to her. “Why?”

“Code Black!” Tim's frantic voice came through the headpiece.

“What?” You said, turning your head to look behind you.

“Bats on the way home!” He informed, and you could tell he was running.

“Do you want them to die!?”

“Did he catch you?” Jason asked, raising a brow at the headpiece.

Tim scoffed, “Of course not. He got an alarm.”

“Who has an alarm on their cookie jar?”

“Bruce, apa—aparentemente,” you said, pulling at the lock. "y nos va a matar." You say in a whine before snapping your head behind you. “Después de que te mate yo!” You whispered at Jason.

“I am going to die!”

“I don't understand what that means.” He said once again with narrowed eyes.

“Mira, mocoso, hijo del Diablo,” you start, turning to him and abandoning the lock. "como que no sabes? Si te hablo en español todos los días."

“That specific phrase has never been muttered—” he pointed a finger at you making you gasp.

“Como te atreves!” You lean forward just to smack his hand away. “Tu me respetas—me importa un pepino si sos más grande que yo, jueputa!”

“Guys!” Damian said, peering over the door. “Alfred's on his way.”

You groaned and slapped the back of Jason's head which was open to the hit once he turned his head to the little demon brat. “Ow!”

“Que te dije que me tiren las aguas!”

“Why would I throw waters at you?” He yelled, rubbing the back of his head as he turned to look at you. “Waters!”

Damian sighed, shaking his head. “Being around you has made me lose brain cells and unable to make up a great excuse. But then again all your yelling didn't help.” He looked back at the two of you, narrowing his eyes—he hadn't realized until now the two of you were working in the dark and his older brother's eyes were glowing.

He paid no mind to that, the two of you were weird anyway. "I will be heading to the Batcave. I must check on Batcow and Alfred the Cat and make sure they have not fought a sickness. I will accept any punishment from Father once he finds out about this but I will not leave their side until further notice. Good night, and I love you—not you, Todd.”

“Adiós! Descansa! Dile a los bebés qué los quiero, te amo!” He took a step back and rushed out of the kitchen evading Alfred. He huffed and made his way to the kitchen pantry. “'Perate!” You yelled, realizing what that meant.

You quickly grabbed the doorknob and closed the door. “Esto es tu culpa!” You say, turning your head to Jason.

“My fault?” He yelled, a hand to his chest. “This is your fault!” He pointed his finger at you since he found that you took it as an insult

You gasped and stretched your foot out to hit him. He fell back and glared at you. Your foot only missed again. You decide to stand up and kick him but he just grabbed your ankle and tossed it aside. “Ey!”

You fall to your knee and glare at him. A knock at the pantry door makes you two freeze. You pull at the doorknob, putting all your weight into holding the door closed. “Mrs.—”

“It's okay, Alfred, I'm just very hungry.” You say before he could say anything. “You know, you buy the best snacks—healthy yet yummy!” You chuckle, tilting your head to your shoulder.

“We've been caught, kiddo.” Jason whispers next to you. He narrowed his eyes at you as you didn't reply.

“If you are as hungry as you say why don't I make you and master Jason something.” Alfred offered, his hands behind his back.

“You can take him,” you said loudly, turning your head to him, narrowing your eyes. “all yours.”

“What?” His eyes widened.

“You can call me when dinner is ready.” You nodded your head at the door, hoping—praying he would get it.

He rolled his eyes and stood up. You let go of the doorknob quietly and pushed yourself to the wall, tucking your knees close to you. He opened the door, his eyes stopped glowing. “Hey, Alfred.”

You tapped his shin, trying to get him to keep moving—the light was killing you. He rolled his eyes and stepped out, closing the door behind him. “Are they okay?” Alfred raised a brow.

“Eh, sort of.” He shrugged. You crawled to the door and pulled down at the doorknob. Jason crossed his arms with a bored expression—he really wanted those cookies. “S'just back to her old habits.”

Alfred narrowed his eyes. There was nothing to go back to if it was always there.

“He's here, he's—” Tim froze as he saw Alfred. “Alfred. Hey! Hi, Alfred. Hi, Alfred. Hi, Alfred.” His hands flew behind his back, smiling awkwardly at him.

Jason raised a brow, coughing in his fist. “Uh, right, where's—” a loud alarm rang through the house.

“I got it!” You yell, kicking the pantry door. Jason yelped and jumped out of the way as Alfred simply took a few steps back. “Te dije qué podría hacerlo, hijos de—” seeing Alfred you settled with a nicer insult. “de vuestro padre hermoso.”

You cleared your throat, hugging the jar of cookies close to your chest. Your irises flickered from Alfred to Jason to Tim as you side-stepped. “Haha!” You exclaimed before running past Tim, holding the jar above your head.

“Hey!” The two guys yelled before running after you. “We were supposed to share those!”Tim yelled after you.

“You were never gonna share those, were you?” Jason yelled.

You ran as fast as you could, not letting yourself get caught. You and your little gremlin laugh were caught off by dark green eyes glaring at you. You yelped before slowing your run. “Beloved, you will share those, won't you?”

“Nope!” You say, running around him. Damian scoffed, turning around to look behind his shoulder. “Ni lo pienses, amor mío!” You laugh before screaming as Batcow mooed at you. “Tramposo!” You yelled as you fell on your bum.

Damian walked to you, Alfred the cat in arms. “You will share.” He said firmly.

“'Ta bien!” You huffed, still holding the jar in your arms. “Pero vámonos qué ya viene el suegro.” You stood up, glaring at him. “Y tu sabes cómo se pone el viejo ese. Baba-in-law nos va a matar pero yo esperó qué te mate primero mientras yo me cómo las demás galletas.”

“Put those back.” The menacing voice of Bruce said behind the two. He ignored the cow inside the manor plus the insult and focused his eyes on the cookie jar.

“Give those back you—” Tim cut himself off and stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Bruce dressed in his suit standing menacingly behind the two of you.

“Move it, Replece—what the fuck?” Jason cut himself off as well. He did not flinch at the fact that his father was there. Mostly that Batcow was in the manor. He will fight his father if he has to and you know this.

You know this.

“Aguas!” You yelled, turning to face your brothers-in-law before throwing the jar of cookies. Jason was the first to respond to the call since he still wonders why the hell you are yelling out waters!

Bruce wasted no time in attacking. And Jason wasted no time in attacking back. Tim yelped, getting knocked down. He huffed, the air leaving his lungs. “Corre, hijo de puta!” You yelled before turning to run yourself.

All you knew was that it was chaos. You hid behind a wall, Alfred the cat joining you after getting knocked out of Damian's arms by Jason on accident—the man swears!—making the boy join the fight.

Tim was the only one who was not in the battle. You knew this, of course. He's tactical. Strategetic. And definitely won't share with his dear sibling-in-law. You grabbed Alfred the cat and made your way past their little cartoonish dust battle, passing Alfred who didn't look too happy about the fight.

You rounded the corner and started running, holding poor Alfred the cat in your arms like a little baby. You slowed down once you saw Tim holding the cookie jar. He was about to open it when Duke appeared from behind him with Steph. “Heeeyyy! Whatcha got there?”

You narrowed your eyes and placed little Alfred the cat down and dashed forward. “Uh, nothing?” Tim shrugged a shoulder as he closed the lid with an awkward smile. He gasped once the jar was snatched from his hands.

“Son mías!” You laughed, a little evil Stich laugh.

“Hey!”

You rounded the corner and pressed your palm to the wall. The wall parted and you dashed forward, bricks closing in and paint sealing the entrance. Tim grunted as he followed after you. “Oooh, a race?” Steph giggled and stretched her hand to her side, slapping Duke in the stomach, “Whoever finds the cookie jar first gets to eat it all!” She yelled before rushing after Tim.

Duke grunted, holding his middle. “I think the cookies will be long gone by then.”

The walls opened and you settled into the bed. The walls closed in, the paint re-sealing the secret passage. You laughed as you opened the cookie jar. You took one out and was about to take a bite when a little moo and meow was heard. You turned your head and smiled, lowering the cookie.

Still stuck in adrenaline you said, “Hola, bebés.”

“Share.” You gasped, clutching the cookie jar, wrapping your legs around it, and bringing your knees close. Damian stood at the other side of the bed. He either found a secret passage or he was that damn sneaky. You'll take the second one.

“Pero—”

“Hubi,” you pressed your lips into a thin line. You sighed and relaxed your legs and arms. You placed the cookie jar next to you as he climbed on. You turned to the two animals and gestured them over. They slowly made their way to you as you took a bite of the cookie.

“We should do this more often.” You say, petting Batcow as Alfred the cat jumps on Damian's bed.

“Agreed, habibti.” He smirked, he had definitely struck a few blows on his family. You shrugged, looking at the half biten cookie in your hands.

“I wonder if he has a tracker inside the cookies.”

“That's too extreme even for him.” He says, petting Alfred the cat who snuggled on his lap. He looks at you and rests his head on your shoulder.

“Eh, las cosas qué uno hace por la comida.” You said before biting the rest of your cookie. Damian smiled, wrapping his arm around your waist, caressing the extra fat there.

He lifted his head and you turned to look at him, grabbing another cookie from the jar. “True, you did marry me back at Nanda Parbat after my mother held a dinner for us.”

You scoffed, turning your head the other way. “That is absurd. Yo nunca me casé contigo solo por la comida.”

“Then why are you speaking Spanish, amada?” He teased, leaning in and kissing your cheek with a cheeky smile. You turned your head to him, licking your lips.

You pouted, “Porque yo puedo?”

“That sounded like a question.” He chuckled, kissing just beneath your eye. You smiled, scrunching your nose. “Go on, let's finish these before they come banging on our door.” He lightly squeezed the fat on your side and leaned to kiss the corner of your lips.

“They wouldn't dare.” You say, nuzzling your head against his. He chuckled, leaning against you.

You gasped as you felt the cookie in your hand disappear. “Batcow!” You snap your head to your right and gape at the cow eating your cookie. “No, eso puede ser malo para a tí, corazón!”

Damian panicked as well, getting out of the bed. “Drop it!" He told his pet, his eyes narrowing as he held the cow's muzzle.

“Give us the cookies!” Steph yelled as she slammed the door open.

“Not now!” Damian yelled back.

“Call Alfred, our babies are dying!” You yelled as you held Alfred the cat from biting the cookies that slipped out of the knocked-over cookie jar.

Damian groaned, glaring at you. Steph stepped back and dashed off. “Alfred!”

“You jinxed it, Damian!” You yell, kicking the jar off of the bed as you held Alfred the cat high above your head.

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Incorrect quotes aftermath.

Translations;

"Tirame las aguas." - "Throw me the waters." - Old Mexican slang for watching/looking out.

"Distráelo," - "Distract him,"

"ya casi termino." - "I'm almost done."

"Jason, tirame las aguas," - "Jason, throw me the waters." - Basically saying for him to keep an eye out.

"...si no te apuras te voy a matar!" - "..if you don't hurry I will kill you!"

"Tirame. Las. Aguas!" - "Throw me. The. Waters!"

"...presta atención a la puerta." - '...pay attention to the door."

"...apa—aparentemente," - "...ap-apparently,"

"y nos va a matar." - "and he's going to kill us."

"Después de que te mate yo!" - "After I kill you!"

"Mira, mocoso, hijo del Diablo," - "Look, you brat, son of the Devil," - It sounds better in Spanish, trust.

"como que no sabes? Si te hablo en español todos los días." - "What do you mean you don't know? If I speak to you in Spanish every day."

"Como te atreves!" - "How dare you!" - Pointing at someone is considered rude in some places.

"Tu me respetas—me importa un pepino si sos más grande que yo, jueputa!" - "You respect me—I don't give a damn if you're bigger than me, motherfucker! - Fits Jason, I guess.

"Que te dije que me tiren las aguas!" - "I told you to throw waters at me!" - "I told you to keep an eye out for me!"

"Adiós! Descansa! Dile a los bebés qué los quiero, te amo!" - "Goodbye! Rest! Tell the babies that I love them, I love you!"

"'Perate!" - "Stop!" - Full word for stop is "Esperate"

"Esto es tu culpa!" - "This is your fault!"

"Te dije qué podría hacerlo, hijos de—" - "I told you I could do it, sons of—"

"de vuestro padre hermoso." - "of your beautiful father."

"Ni lo pienses, amor mío!" - "Don't even think about it, my love!"

"Tramposo!" - "Cheater!"

"'Ta bien!" - "Fine!"/"Okay!"

"Pero vámonos qué ya viene el suegro." - "But let's go, that father-in-law is coming."

"Y tu sabes cómo se pone el viejo ese. Baba-in-law nos va a matar pero yo esperó qué te mate primero mientras yo me cómo las demás galletas." - "And you know how that old man gets. Baba-in-law is going to kill us but I'm waiting for him to kill you first while I eat the rest of the cookies." - "Baba" = "Father" in Arabic.

"Aguas!" - "Waters!" - "Watch out!"

"Corre, hijo de puta!" - "Run, son of a bitch!"

"Son mías!" - "They're mine!"

"Hola, bebés." - "Hi, babies."

"Pero—" - "But—"

"Hubi," - "My love," in Arabic gender-neutral version, I think.

"...habibti," - "My love," Female version in Arabic, 100% know. Gotta add the 't'!

"Eh, las cosas qué uno hace por la comida." - "Eh, the things one does for food."

"Yo nunca me casé contigo solo por la comida." - "I never married you just for the food."

"...amada." - "Beloved." - Female version - "Amado" for male

"Porque yo puedo?" - "Because I can?"

"No, eso puede ser malo para a tí, corazón!" - "No, that can be bad for you, sweetheart!"

Tell me if I missed any.

[luvly-writer]

ONE SHOT AND SERIES UPDATES

Hello my lovely readers!! I finally am on XMAS break and let me tell you it is relaxing....which means!!! FREE TIME TO WRITE!!!

Before everything, I wanted to give you updates on my series.

But Oh...Cara Mia: Dick Grayson x Reader

As of now, I think I finally have a good ending for the story. I had been on hiatus for a while due to the fact that my entire story board/draft was in my notes app in my old cellphone and when I changed into my new phone, it all got erased because I forgot to back it up, so I had been rereading my story and thinking of ways on how to officially end it.

XOXO: Tim Drake x Reader

This story is pretty much finished, I do want to make an epilogue of some sort to feel as if I gave it a full closing that feels complete. So heads up, that might be in store

Crimes of a Mother: Batfamily x Sibling! Reader

I am currently drafting the next two chapters of this series. It will probably end soon given that I had said it was not going to be a full blown long series. Probably, giving it two or three written chapters, with maybe one or two social media a chapters, and it will probably be over.

AS FOR THE NEXT TOPIC:

I have been getting the idea of starting to do request and one shots (because truly they are kind of easier for me to write and plan out) So yes! Merry Christmas, REQUEST ARE NOW OPEN! You can ask me anything, even if you'd like to see more from the existing universes in my series. Lots of love!!

[bomber-grl]

Damian Wayne x Mexican Reader

Pairing(s): Damian Wayne x Gn!Reader

Damian doesn’t care

As always, I mean he doesn’t pay attention to it until it becomes more apparent

And more in your lives

He always knew you were Latina/o but he’d never given it much thought

And if you speak Spanish? Cool he speaks like idk how many languages

But then he’d encounter some situations

Like while you two go on break after patrol you’d eat lunch

Usually he brought his own and this time, so did you

He peered over what you had packed and he saw dishes ranging from a classic bean burrito, or maybe empanadas, enchiladas ,- anything you like rlly

Your catch him staring, and he continued to stare because he doesn’t care that he was caught

But then you’d ask if he wanted to try and at first he was apprehensive but then agreed

And so began his love for Mexican food 👍

Like imagine if your mom or parents or guardians rlly didnt know you were a vigilante

After school Damian had time to kill and so you invited him to your house.

He was given a very warm welcome and proceeded to gain like 70 pounds

If it was a hot day you bet your guardian made Caldo-

I don’t make the rules 🤷

Also just imagine introducing Damian to snacks from your respective country 💀

He’s just mildly taken aback by the sweet and spicy combination in candy (yknow tamarindo and stuff)

Other than that he’s ready to munch away

Which leads to the next significant event

(as much as you loved him) for some reason you decided bring Damian along to a birthday party

Let’s just say he caused a lot of angry parents after the piñata was broken 💀

It’s not like he did it on purpose either

Pushing kids - that is

He literally accidently did it

Also you can’t tell me Damian wouldn’t be that one cousin that beats the living shit out of the piñata

Anyway, you two had to go home cuz there were a lot of complaints from not only the pushing but because he may have been too immersed in the bouncy house (you forced him in) and caused it to deflate

If you tried getting mad, he’d just blame you for forcing him to get in, in the first place

Anyway-

Atp you feel like Damian is gonna end up being more Mexican than you bro 💀

Honestly Damian is just chilling and that’s all I rlly gotta say

[rebelspacequeen]

I have too much time on my hands and this has been bugging my brain for weeks now. I’ve been waning to do these type of post for awhile now and finally sat down and did it. Might make more if/when I feel like it so enjoy.

[cas-backwards-tie]

Picnics and Threats

Dick Grayson x Reader

Request: Dick Grayson imagine where he is dating a Latina and deals with the other boys having a crush on the reader ? 

Warnings: Teasing words, sexual themes.

A/N: I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly what you were looking for, but I hope you enjoy <3

Translations:

- “Pero, todavia han pasado como... diez anos sin hablar con mi papa y abuela.” = “But, still it’s been like... ten years since I’ve talked with my Grandpa and Grandma.”

- “Sí, es muy difícil pero, por qué no hablaste con tus abuelos por tanto tiempo?” = “Yeah, it’s really hard but, why didn’t you talk with your grandparents for so long?”

“Dude, she’s....” Tim started to speak, but didn’t dare finish his thought.

“Hot.” Jason finished Tim’s thought for him though, all of the boys apparently thinking the same thing.

“How’d he get someone like that?” Damian’s question came out sounding much more disgusted and judgmental compared to his thoughts, which were the same as the others.

“Look at that as-”

“as if she really picked that out on her own! Dick probably helped her.” Tim finished Jason’s sentence having seen Dick approaching.

Dick glared daggers at Jason but didn’t say anything. “Can you just help me bring the table over there? Bruce wants it closer to the pond.” 

“Then why doesn’t he do it himself? tt.” Damian huffed before dragging himself to the picnic table his brothers were already gathering around. 

“Because he’s lazy.” Tim replies without thought.

Dick laughs at this, making everyone else laugh as they lift the table all together, despite the fact that really each of them could move it quite far by themselves, to fully get it to Bruce’s destination it’d take a few more hands. 

“Pero, todavia han pasado como... diez anos sin hablar con mi papa y abuela.” Bruce pats Y/N on the back before replying.

“Sí, es muy difícil pero, por qué no hablaste con tus abuelos por tanto tiempo?” 

“I didn’t know you could speak Spanish so well... I’m impressed.” Bruce laughs at her reaction, her eyes widened and eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Just because with everything going on with my parents and cousins I honestly didn’t want to get them involved. Unfortunately I had to be the one to get them out of there.” Y/N sighs but quickly smiles, brightening up the park as she sees Dick and his brothers look triumphant, having brought a huge picnic table over to where she, Bruce and Alfred waited. 

“Spanish sounds so sexy coming off her tong-” 

“Jason, stop it or I swear I’ll-”

“Dick!” Tim protested, trying to get his brothers to stop fighting so they could continue having a nice day. 

“Fine... but Jason if I hear one more thing from you about Y/N I swear tonight you’ll get it.”

“Ooh... so I’ll have to wait until tonight? Saving something special for me, Grayson?” Jason wiggles his eyebrows at Dick, causing Dick to clench and unclench his fists before feeling a hand on his shoulder. Looking down at Y/N his face softens, and he sits down.

“You’re doing something special for Jason?” Y/N asks so innocently that the boys have to try their hardest not to laugh. Tim covers up his laugh with a cough and Damian just grips the table harder.

“Uh, yeah... maybe tonight he’ll finally find out what surprises I had in store for him.”

“And you’re telling him?” Y/N quirks an eyebrow.

“Just so he’ll get antsy... not knowing what to expect.”

“Oh, we’ll see about that.”

“That’s enough... Who’s hungry?” Bruce manages to settle everyone down, using his Dad voice.

“Me! I am!” everyone’s attention taken away from the obvious tension which lied between the two older brothers.

[smokeybrand]

What Comes Next

My brother posted something about the new Wonder Woman from Didio’s failed 5G initiative, Yara Flor. New Wondy is, apparently, a literal Amazon; She’s from the Amazon in South America. I think she’s Brazilian, specifically. My brother, who doesn’t even give a sh*t about comics like that, had no kind words for this odious turn of events. Didio’s fever dream of a live wide reboot, the third one in a decade, was rightfully killed and he, himself, fired when the ATT buyout went through. Look, i love comics. I think they are one of the purest forms of storytelling outside of actual novels, that we have today. They’re an infinite well of creativity and inspiration so it boggles my mind why the two major comic houses can’t seem to write a compelling f*cking narrative to save their lives and always resort to this reboot bullsh*t. Marvel is much less guilty about this, the less said about All New-All Sh*t, the better, but three times in ten years? Really? What the f*ck was Didio doing?

I mention All New, All Different because DC’s Future State, the re-branded moniker of 5G, is exactly the same goddamn thing but with a DC twist. That means it’s going to be worse. We already see this sh*t happening. New Wondy. Johnathan is replacing Clark. Batman is presumed dead but is really on the run, like in the vastly superior Court of Owls arc, replaced by an unknown vigilante wearing his symbol. It’s Luke Fox. DC already spilled the beans about that sh*t. Force that diversity directly into your books because that sh*t worked SO well for Marvel, right? It’s not like that disaster didn’t take until now for them to get back to good, even if sales don’t reflect the good will because comics are a whole ass dying industry. It’s dying because no one tells great stories anymore and companies rely too heavily on desperate, ill conceived reboots like this or thousands of variant covers. Future state is doomed to fail. DC has no faith in it, no faith in the actual work, proven by the fact that Jim Lee announced the books will be returnable. Who the f*ck makes comics returnable?? When has that ever been a thing?

I give DC so much sh*t because their product is sh*t. It’s been terrible for a long while now, with the exception of a few Flash arcs, DCeased, most of Earth-2 before it got canned, and The White Knight run. I’ve written at length about my love for that sh*t. Hell, even Joker War turned out to get it’s sh*t together in a hurry and end on a ridiculously compelling note. I even found myself intrigued by where Punchline was left and i hate that b*tch. I also hate The Batman Who Laughs. This Gary Stu ass mass of originality is everything wrong with DC and comics as a whole. Dude is a try hard, edgelord, OC character getting an unearned push, forcing him down our throats as readers. It’s f*cking ridiculous. Marvel is dong this same sh*t with f*cking Knull but he’ll eventually be forgotten. TBWL is around to stay because casuals love this f*ck. We’re in the middle of another Crisis event that he orchestrated which is the lead-in to the entire Future State slate. The biggest boner in recent DC history is going to be the direct result of the worst character DC has pushed in twenty years. If that isn’t the most flaccid poetry, i don’t know what is.

I know I'm giving this Future State a lot of sh*t, and it might be fully warranted, but there aspects of this nonsense that i do, in fact, like. I like that Cassandra Cain is Batgirl again, even if that means the other one i don’t like, Stephanie Brown, gets the same treatment. I like the look of Latina Wondy and that Gotham City seems to be super Cyberpunk now. I don’t think I've ever seen that in the books before. Gothic Cyberpunk? Can it really be everything i dream of? Manta’s kid is, apparently, taking the Aquaman mantle with Curry’s daughter inheriting the Aquagirl title. Luke Fox shouldn’t be Batman, Damian Wayne should be. If Artemis can be Egyptian, then Latin Wondy is fine. I’m even borderline okay with John Kent being “Superman.” I like the fact that there is more diversity coming to DC’s books, overall, i just don’t think this is the way you go about doing it. Non of this feels organic or competently executed. This sh*t feels so goddamn miserable, it hurts. Everything i just said. I've seen before. Cass had an entire series to herself as Batgirl, same as Stephanie. Gordon was the first to don a high tech Batsuit when Bruce was missing, not Luke. F*cking Nubia is a thing. I watched Aqualad hit all of these same beats in the Young Justice show and Johnathan is literally Superman in DCeased. That book may or may not still be running alongside these Future State titles, man! That’s my biggest issue with all of this; It’s just more of the same, but worse. Even f*cking Red X, that asshole identity Robin took on when he worked for Slade in the old Teen Titans cartoon, has a part to play in these books. If that doesn't clarify my problems with this event, I don't know what can.

Future State is the most transparent, unoriginal, corporate pandering effort i have ever seen. It smacks of desperation. I know that because, aside from the return policy, instead of this being an entire line wide reboot like Didio wanted, it’s only supposed to be a two month run. Two months and then the status quo returns. This tells me that, the only reason we’re seeing any of these books, is because DC lacks content. The Wuha f*cked up A LOT of sh*t and it seems DC was wounded more than we thought. Before Didio's firing and the jumbling of the comic hierarchy, work was already complete on some of the 5G sh*t. I imagine, maybe, speculation on my part, about two months worth of content? Sub-par content at that? It’s insane to me that DC is floundering this much. Marvel is killing it with their X-Titles and Thor is gaining ground quickly but there is nothing currently being published but DC that even comes close to those books. Rehashing a failed idea that was already canceled once, ain’t the answer. As much as i what the comics industry to be okay, as much as i want DC to tell great stories, and as much as i want to see Cass back behind that symbol, this ain’t it, chief. I would love to go into this event with cheery optimism but, if DC’s recent history has proven anything, it’s that optimism in their content is for fools. This entire run seems like an obvious mistake.

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“But Oh…Cara Mia”

Ch. 20 : The one where they all found out

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Author’s note: I have some very exciting news for you all! But Oh Cara Mia is finally coming to an end soon. I have to admit this has been the most difficult to write out of all my stories but hey! I love a good challenge. On that note, My new series “XOXO” which is a Tim Drake x Reader is coming out. Check out the first two chapters of the story now on the link below! Finally, I leave you with a little reference to Friends in the title due to the recent news. Hope you enjoy this chapter!

XOXO CH. 1

XOXO CH. 2

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“You are my sunshine”

Jason Todd x Latina! Reader

Social Media Au

Summary: Whilst fighting a magical being, a vision of a girl, to be precise Jason’s soulmate, is shown to the batfamily.

Profiles

Status: Finished

Part 1: Introductions

Part 2: Galas and bets

Part 3: Meetings

Part 4: Dinners and numbers

Part 5: Flowers

Part 6: Siblings are annoying

Part 7: Masquerade Gala

Part 8: And so we meet again.

Part 9: Dancing with recognition

Part 10: Deals and Intimacy

Part 11: LETS DISCUSS

Part 12: Two girls can be a handful

Part 13: Batfam POV Aftermath

Part 14: Day with Damian

Part 15: She lives in daydreams with me

Part 16: Feelings bouta get complicated

Part 17: The art of alcohol and yearning for love

Part 18: we were too drunk

Part 19: Save me from this sorrow

Part 20: Sweet like honey

Part 21: Jason’s lover boy era

Part 22: Girlies and Clingy

Part 23: Jason Todd is a whore and Steph is a menace

Part 24: Grounded and missing home

Part 25: Salsa?

Part 26: Red Hood stan?

Part 27: I know what the chaos brings

Part 28: It chaos, we love

Part 29: You are my safe heaven

Part 30: Darkness, violence, and all

Part 31: Wayne’s Night In

Part 32: She is the moment!

Part 33: We slowly heal

Part 34: Halloween

Part 35: We give thanks

Part 36: Thanks indeed

Part 37: Nola Took it Personally

Part 38: Hello Caribbean!

Part 39: Meeting the Family

Part 40: This love of ours

Part 41: Welcome Back!

Part 42: A year of Preparations

Part 43: The Wedding Article

Part 44: Dear lovebirds,

Part 45: Happily ever after!

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Jason Todd:

-“You are my sunshine”

SMAU + Fic

Status: Finished

Summary: Whilst fighting a magical being, a vision of a girl, to be precise Jason’s soulmate, is shown to the batfamily.

Damian Wayne:

- “Lovely as you are”

SMAu

Status: Finished

Summary: The first time you meet your soulmates eyes, you see color. Damian and his soulmate have quite the story! <3

Dick Grayson

-“But oh…cara mía”

Series and SMAU

Status: HIATUS

Summary: It’s one year after Damian’s arrival, and Yn Ln just came back from her two year long trip. Constantly perplexed by her relationship with Dick, Damian sets out to dig down deeper on who she is, what went wrong, and what will become. With the help from the batfam, let’s find out what the hell happened to Dick Grayson and Yn Ln.

- His Solace

One Shot

Summary: Dick Grayson leads a very stressful life. The solution? A vacation that might end up giving him more that a break.

Tim Drake

XOXO💋

fic+ Social Media Au

Status: Finished

Summary: What happens when you mix the scandalous trio from the Upper East Side Elites with the batfamily? Find out!

Batfamily

-Crimes of a Mother

Series

Status: Ongoing

Summary: Young, cunning and brilliant, Y/n Salazar finds herself unveiling the mysteries of Gotham, The Bat, and her place in all of this.

-Whose Afraid of Little Old Me?

Mini Series

Status: Finished

Summary: Y/n Wayne Al Ghul lived under the constant negligence of her new family…what does it lead to?

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Jason Todd x Latina! Reader

Social Media Au

Status: Finished

Warnings: none

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“Dime cuánto va a dolerme la verdad,

tampoco se muy bien si la quiero ir”

(tell me how much will the truth hurt me, i’m not even sure i want to listen to it)

You were listening to “Amigos” by Pablo Alborán and Maria Becerra on your way to Jason’s apartment.

Your nerves were going to kill you. They were almost suffocating at this point, oh how you related to the song. You wanted to get this over with, you wanted the truth and yet at the same time you weren’t sure if you ACTUALLY wanted to hear it cause it would confirm everything.

You had never gone to Jason’s apartment seeing as he was constantly at yours. Your gps was giving instructions of the pin he had sent you.

You finally get there and park your car. It’s a nice ass complex, you wouldn’t expect less of Bruce Wayne’s adoptive son.

“Aquí vamos, Yn, with your head held high”

you get out of the car and head to the lobby. You are buzzed in seeing as Jason had already announced you’d be visiting. The trip up the elevator was slow. You tug on your work clothes.

Today had been a good day so far, you had a meeting where it was announced that you’d be promoted to head architect and director of designs of the company. You’d wish you could celebrate in ways other than discussing your potential heartbreak with the cause of it.

The elevator dings and you walk towards his apartment. 27B.

Just as you raise your hand to knock, the door opens. Lo and Behold, Artemis Grace, stands there just about to exit his apartment.

Of course.

Because of your shock, you miss the way Artemis looks at you up and down, licks her lips and slightly smirks. If only you knew that she desired you more than she ever could Jason.

“If you excuse me, χαριτωμένο μικρό πράγμα, I have to take my leave. Please do enter.

(translation: pretty thing in Greek)

You are stunned for a sec and suddenly Jason comes into view, looking panicked.

He gulps and brings you inside.

You both are left standing there in an awkward silence. Not knowing what to do

Alfred’s lessons on manners suddenly come to Jason, “would you like something to drink? water? juice? wine?” he asks gesturing to the kitchen

“just water” you reply, knowing that you’d like to be as sharp minded as you can at the moment.

you both walk towards the kitchen and you sit in one of the seats in the islet/counter. You place your bag on the seat next you and face Jason, placing your hands on the table.

he hands you a water bottle and you both open your mouths to speak at the same time:

“I swear it is not-“

“Did i truly have-“

you both look at each other and laugh a little, easing them tension. You gesture for Jason to go first and he gestures for you to go first. Both look at each other exasperated and Jason clears his throat. “May i go first?” he asks and you nod.

Listening to him was going to be easier than sorting the mess you were feeling right now and putting it to words.

In a sense, Jason was relieved that you let him speak first, he had time to actually sort what he wanted to say and how. Even though he felt as if he somehow had an unfair advantage since he knew how you felt because of the drunk night in the car.

“It’s not what it looks like, it never was how it looked like and it never will be how it looked like” he starts. You raise your eyebrow at the cliche response and open the bottle. You gesture for him to carry on.

“Artemis and I are just friends, we always have been. Yes, there have been times where things have happened, but none of them have meant anything, just two friends.” You look at him skeptically and he noticed that the last part might have sound odd so he clears it up.

“Yes, she and i have slept together before but none of that matters, she and I have never wanted to carry out something other than a friendship. She’s one of my business partners and closest friends and I would never desire her in any way.” you nod and take another gulp of water.

“That and there are more chances that she would want to bed you right now than she’d want me”, at that, your eyes open wide and you choke on the water you were drinking and start coughing. Jason comes from the other side of the count and starts patting your back. When it subsides, you are breathing a little heavy and you stare at Jason,

“You could have told me that after i finished drinking, Jason, frankly i don’t think the surprise did any favors to my lungs at the moment” you say and both of you start to laugh.

He apologizes and waits for you to be normal again so that he continues.

“As I was saying, we met up and we posted that, thinking nothing of it. I would have never thought that it would be blown out of proportion-“

“-you both are ‘celebrities’, the fuck did you expect?”

he narrows his eyes at your response and you smirk lightly, “the point is, she is not a threat to us”

“oh there is an us? last time i checked, we didn’t wear labels”

“you can’t possibly believe that there wasn’t an us” Jason said. His eyes longingly looking at you wanting nothing other than to hold you and kiss you. You were sitting at the chair, your back to the counters and he was standing next to you, one hand on his hip and the other on the counter, facing you.

“that every caress, every date, every call, every encounter, every moment, every minute and second with you meant nothing” he finishes.

“i don’t know what to expect Jason, that is the problem. At the beginning, you made it abundantly clear that it was just for fun, so I took it for fun, then it started to get more intimate as time passed and you never clarified. I had asked a month after the first date, and you said the same thing. You treat me like your lover and your plaything at the same time, what was i supposed to believe?” you retort

“My play thing?!?!? Whatever made you believe that you were just a play thing to me?” He responds, getting slightly agitated

“Your siblings, Jason! Do you think it doesn’t fuck with the mind or raise any warning bells that they wanted to meet me before i met you? Do you think it doesn’t make it questionable? Could you honestly blame me for having assumptions at things i asked and you never clarified and stay paranoid?” Yn answered, finally letting her frustration be displayed. She had had it. Ok, fine. Jason wasn’t taken or interested in someone, but those were still things that troubled her and finally she was done and needed answers.

Jason stays quiet through her rant. He watched as Yn stood up and walked back and forth frustrated. He knew that before anything was further explained, he needed to let her say it all because even if he knew, she didn’t know he knew.

Yn passed her hand through her hair.

“I was fine playing the part of secret lover to the public but it’s no longer fun Jason. What do they want from me and more importantly, what do you want from me!?!” she said sternly as she stood in front of him looking directly to his eyes challenging him to respond.

“I want you. I want your time, I want your attention, I want to be the object of your desires and the focus of your love, I want to be yours wholeheartedly and completely, just as I want your heart to belong to me and only me. I want dinner dates and waking up in the morning, I want to see your night routine in person, i want to drive you around in my bike and take you anywhere as long as I’m with you, I want you only you.” he answers, taking you face in his hands and rubbing your check with his thumb.

You wanted to accept that answer, yet you couldn’t because there were still other questions to be answered. Most of the time this is how he got you to forget them, romancing you into his arms, but you needed to know.

You take his hands of your face, “What about the rest? How did they know me before you, why are they searching for me? Make it make sense, Jason. Was it a challenge? Did you pick some random person to toy with, is that why you’re so desperate? Get a kiss out of me, lead me to your bed, fuck me and leave for your next conquest?”

Jason was hurt at the accusations. He swears that he will fucking give them one hell of a earful tonight in patrol for not understanding simple boundaries.

“you know that’s not it-“

“oh! I KNOW?!?!? I KNOW!?!? DO I JASON!???”

your frustrating was beyond limits, Why was he avoiding it so much

“Yes, Yn! You know damn well that my fucking feelings are not fake! Or did you honestly think that i place so much effort and time and i give so much love and attention to ANY person that comes to my life?!?”, now Jason was frustrated as fuck. When did this get so complicated? The original plan was she comes, they fix the misunderstanding with Artemis and everything would have been fine. Since it was a drunk confession, he through he had more time to come up with a well thought of explanation for her accusations and his siblings actions, yet she didn’t come to simply talk about that, she wanted to know everything and he short circuited.

She closed her eyes and said, “we should calm down and breathe for a moment. We are getting too riled up and we aren’t fixing shit if we both can’t think straight” as she breathed heavily.

Jason agrees and gestures to the living room. They both walk towards the sofa and sit down. Jason at one end facing her and Yn, at the other facing him.

Yn speaks first, “I feel like a plaything and a joke to all of you. You treat me as your girlfriend and give me exclusivity, yet you refuse to admit that there is a romantic relation in any of the things we do until today. Your siblings treat me as a rare species in need of investigation and find me a challenge. You all seem to know me before even meeting me and took me as a target before speaking to me. Finally, one day you fill me with love and champagne and the next, you are seen with another woman that media confirms as your girlfriend. Tell me, am i insane for feeling conflicted?”

Jason shakes his head no and answers, “Not at all sweets, frankly, if it had been the other way around, I don’t think I would have had much class dealing with it.” he validates your feelings

“but, I would love for you to let me speak and explain everything, can you let me, my love?”

and you nod, getting more comfortable in the sofa.

Here comes nothing

“You are my soulmate.” he throws it out the and you swear you feel the air leave your lungs. You stare at him dumbfoundedly….you are his soulmate?? you knew that soulmates existed in this world, but weren’t both people supposed to know? Like at the same time?

“Like legit? you ask and want to scold yourself for sounding stupid. He nods in response. “How do you know?”

fuck

the one explanation he was waiting to avoid.

He stayed quiet for a moment, thinking and calculated. Finally, he opens his mouth,

“A few days before the Scholar’s Charity Gala, we were….at…an activity, yeah, and encountered some strange light blue beings-“

“-the Anima populi?!?!?”, Yn interrupts mesmerized, “they are real!?!?”

Jason nods and she continues, “That’s impossible! I thought they were only a myth to make kids believe in love”

“Well, sweets, turns out they are very much real and the legends are true. One of them had contact with me, and suddenly all of my family and I black out and images and memories of you flashed before our eyes. Once we regained consciousness they explained who you were to me. And coincidentally, you appear at the gala. Their excitement to getting to know you and the bet are a result of that” He finished, looking at her uncertainly, hoping she’d believe him.

Yn stayed quiet, processing everything. Suddenly, she looked at him, eyes wide.

“We haven’t kissed” she says and Jason, not understanding where she’s getting with this, raises an eyebrow and nods

“According to legend, once the two souls kiss they are bound to be sealed as one. Meaning that if we had kissed, I would have known it was you. I had feeling it was you and all but….wait wait wait, how did you encounter the Anima populi? They are not easy to be found!” Yn questioned and Jason swore he was fucking sweating in his seat. Yn please for the love of everything, stop asking questions.

He clears his throat and looks anywhere but her. He tries to avoid the answer by asking her a question, “You had a feeling it was me?” he smirks and looks at her. She flushes and opens her mouth to speak yet she can’t, she looks anywhere but him and he can’t help but huff out a laugh. He moves to sit closer to her, trapping her between the sofa and her body, and takes her face gently with one hand and turns it towards him, forcing both of them to make eye contact.

you want to look anywhere else, and you try, but this blue - green eyes keep on pulling you back to them, almost hypnotizing you

“Maybe once or twice, don’t let it get to your head”

He places his hand on you waist and pulls you on top of him. you sitting in his lap

Both of you, comfortable in your position, his hands on your waist, yours on the sofa on each side of his head staring down at him

“I feel like your lying to me, love” he smirks looking up at you.

“is that so, Mr. Todd”

“Yes, because you see, that’s the thing about this whole ordeal. When one person gets lost in their imagination about one person, the other is bound to do the same” he answers as he grabs one of your wrists and kisses the inside whilst looking at you through his eyelashes. Fuck me, Jason Todd is a beautiful man and there is no room to argue.

“Have you gone crazy thinking of me?” you ask leaning down a little

He huffs and rolls his eyes, “Have i gone mad thinking of you! the audacity of you to ask such question” he uses the same wrist he is holding and tugs you so now your faces are inches apart, “i’ve thought about you so much my head can go dizzy with just a whisper of your name. I’ve thought about you alright, so much that it is impossible not to” he brushes his lips to yours, barely touching them, and yet you can feel a small spark in you chest.

“i’ve thought about you in the morning, noon, and night, in my bed, here, in my bike, i’ve though of wanting to wake up and go to sleep with you, of going anywhere with you, i’ve thought of cooking for you and taking care of you, i’ve though of surrendering my entire being is yours so much that if you were to need for the moon, the moon you’ll get, you see what you don’t get is this, i knew we were soulmates but i felt that we were when you first looked at me. I have known for so long that i understand you are the ruin of my restraint, the object of my downfall and the lighter of my revival. You are that flame that never ceases to end and that breeze that cools the burn. Yn, what else do i have to say for you to understand, I burn for you, most ardently” he says softly and you have to pull back to look at him in the eyes.

Those are not words to be taken lightly and you want to see, you NEED to see if it’s true.

You take his face in your hands and look into his eyes. In return, you found sincerity, vulnerability and complete, utter, raw honestly and emotion.

“I have opened my heart and soul to you with only hopes that you do that in return” he says and his eyes water a little

Jason felt his chest tighten. He entertained a thought that never had crossed his mind, where the Anima Populi wrong? Her silence was killing him.

Instead, knowing that words had failed her and emotion was too much to express with them, she took one look at his lips and decided.

She smashed her lips to his and it was almost as if something exploded and bloomed inside of her at the same time. Her chest was filled with warmth, and almost as if someone had injected something, a cool sensation ran through her veins. It felt as if she had died and been born again.

One of Jason’s hands hugged her waist instead of just holding it whilst the other held the back of her head.

The kiss was passionate and intense, leavening them truly out of breath after it. As they tried to catch their breath, they look up and noticed that each had a faint almost transparent flame above their heads, one red (Jason) and one blue (Yn) and both started to twist around the other leaving a purplish trail behind. They finally connected and created a purple fire heart, that glowed and then vanished into thin air. Yn looked down at him and smiled, nuzzling her nose to his.

“Looks like you are stuck with me now, Jason” she remarked lovingly looking at him.

Jason couldn’t keep his eyes of her. Their soulmate connection had been established and their souls were bound to one another. He had a soulmate, a legit soulmate. Someone destined love him and only him even with the darkness he brings, a darkness she had yet to encounter. At that thought, a small amount of guilt became present in his heart. His beautiful girl, soon you’ll find out, as for now, the only thing he could respond with was:

“Wouldn’t have it any other way” and pulled her in for another kiss.

“tu me curas esta soledad, soledad

tu me curas esta soledad”

(you cure this loneliness of mine”

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Author’s note: INTENSE CHAPTERRRR!!! But Fret not, it isn’t the last one. I kinda want to write a smut chapter but i’m nervous toooooo

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“You are my sunshine”

Part 17: The art of alcohol and yearning for love

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Jason Todd x Latina! Reader

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Warnings: Alcohol

Status: Finished

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-•-Jason’s POV

it had been a stressful day for Jason

Not only had the press mistaken Artemis friendship with him potentially straining his relationship with his soulmate

and yes he is aware, she IS his soulmate, they are bound to be together and connected for the rest of their lives, but what the fuck, he cares cause he loves her so damnn much he…

Jason doesn’t go down that path knowing damn well it won’t end well at the moment

He called Bruce and went to the Manor

Tim and Bruce are calling Gotham Gazette and making sure the article is taken down, yk fixing any damage that it might have down

he has been trying to call Yn all afternoon and she wont answer

he’s left a bunch of messages and even thought of going to her apartment but he opted to give her some space to calm down

the rest of the day was spent thing of scenerios that could possibly happen

Artemis wanted to pass by and see how he was going but he told her it was better to stay away from the manor and out of sight together whilst the whole thing went away

She still mega tube to the cave, thanks Artie for being such a good friend (hope you taste the sarcasm)

Jason goes down to the cave and greets her, she is not looking happy and an unhappy amazon is NEVER good.

“Care to explain why i am not allowed to be seen with one of my best friends?”

“Artie, it’s difficult to explain, with the whole article blowing up its a little tense right now”

“why? it’s just press, we both know it isn’t true and that it’ll cool off in a few days”

“yes but there is someone believing it is true and i need for her to stop believing it is true”

“i see why your panic is so evident then”

“well yes-“

“who would have thought? Jason Todd panicked because of the media. Never in my life-“

“mmkay enough, is my misery amusing to you?”

“yes, quite a lot, especially if it’s because of a girl after you swore your only relationship in life would be spite and chaos. i must meet this girl!”

“yes we’ll right now neither of us is gonna have any luck with talking to her seeing as she probably isn’t the happiest with me right now”

Artemis starts to laugh and Jason looks at her questionably

“She probably thinks we truly are a thing! That’s ridiculous”

Jason is confused by what she says…they have had encounters in the past, like they HAVE fallen to bed together, why is it ridiculous

Seeing her friend still confused , Artemis chuckles and explains “I had come with news my friend. You see, let’s just say your girlfriend has more chances of having me as a lover than you.”

Of course

as if this couldn’t get anymore ridiculous to believe

Jason laughs in disbelief

“Well, that makes my explanation to her 10 time easier”

Artemis starts to laugh, “Let me see her, all the pictures you post of her don’t show her face”

Jason takes out his phone and starts to show many of the pics he has with her.

“hmmmm and are you sure she is completely off limits? Cause if it fails with you, i can come and pick up the pieces” Artemis says with a teasing look in her eyes

Jason glares at her and rolls his eyes

“Yes absolutely out of limits, she is MY soulmate after all, My person! get your own”

Artemis cackles in response and just when she’s about to respond a notification pops up

- yn__truly just made a post-

At that Artemis lost it

“YOU HAVE HER NOTIFICATIONS ON!?!?! OMG JASON!!! YOU ARE WHIPPED!” She howls. Her laughter sounding through all the cave.

Jason’s face was worth it. He was red in the face, trying to fight of a smile and trying to come up with what to say.

“Oh fuck off”

At that, another fit of giggles erupted from the girl.

He opens his instagram only to find out that Nola and Yn are at some rich asshole’s party and they were drinking A LOT.

The captions were concerning so he decided that that night he would leave his phone without do not disturb, just in case ANYTHING happened

And how thankful he was of making that decision.

After Artemis had left, Jason opted to stay this night at the manor and not go to patrol, Alfred advised it was for the best seeing has his emotions were all over the place. Instead of staying in the cave, he walked towards the library, grabbed a book, and sat down in his section.

Time went by and before he knew it, it was nearing 1 am. Just as he is about to turn the page, his phone rings.

He looks at the caller and sees Yn’s contact name, “Light of my eyes”

The day his siblings found out that was her contact name, they had a field day. But that’s a story for another time

He picks it up and the cringes at the loud music

“HEYYYYY! THIS IS JASON RIGHT!?!?”

A voice he didn’t recognize

“Yes, who’s asking?”

“Oh perfect! This isssss Nolaaaaa! I’m a bit tipsy right now but you should seeee Y/n, full out gone! I’m calling you cause cause causeeeee well cause….i don’t remember my reason…”

he laughed a little, she really did sound like how Yn described her

“but AnyWAYsssss, come pick up Yn, she’sss like drunkie drinkity drunk drunk and i’m not like you know soberity sobers right now so yeahhhh!”

Fuck, he didn’t hesitate to answer

“Alright, text me the address and i’ll pick her up and make sure to take her back home”

Nola told him the direction of the hotel and soon he arrived.

He wore black sweatpants with a white t-shirt and his grey running shoes. He had his signature red hoodie in the car just in case yn got cold.

he walks to the lobby and spots Nola and sun sitting in the sofa giggling out of their minds until they spot him.

“JAY!” Yn screams and runs to him with open arms. He lets her embrace him and holds her there whilst Nola walks over.

“Thank you for taking her home” she smiles and blows a kiss to Yn, “bestie you are in safe hands” says Nola as she walks away and opens the door to the ballroom, starting to dance as she gets in.

Yn is literally cuddled up to him, clearly not sober and looks up at him

Her eyes look watery and soft as she takes him in

Before she can say anything, he holds her and starts carrying her bridal style to the car

On the way to her apartment, yn got cold and Jason gave her his hoodie. Even if the tight black dress looked nothing less of delicious on her, seeing her in his clothes killed him

She had worn his leather jacket various times before, and every time, it made him almost dizzy with love

She then connected her phone to the aux and started blasting her favorite songs and screaming the lyrics out

From Bad Bunny to Shakira, she sang every word with her heart and soul

He found it amusing and even adorable

This is not something new, she has done this a few times in the car, but seeing her do it drunk and mess up the lyrics and even almost cry at some was another thing and it made him laugh.

“El mismo aire” from Pablo Alborán and Camilo starts to play

(i’ll write the spanish version lyrics with their translation, an amAZING FKN SONG EVERYONE SHOULD LISTEN TO)

“tu y yo, pasamos de ser todo a nada” (you and i, went from being everything to nothing)

“de comernos con la mirada” (of eating each other with our eyes)

“y ahora estamos frente a frente, y ni siquiera puedes mirarme a la cara” (and now we are face to face and you can’t even look at me in the eyes)

“vivíamos de boca a boca” (we lived with our mouths touching)

“los labios no querían soltarse” (our lips didn’t want to leave each other)

“y ahora aquí en el mismo cuarto no podemos respirar el mismo aire” (and now we are in the same room and we can’t even breathe the same air)

yn opted to sit back and just whisper the song

the whole vibe of the car started to tone down to one more intimate, slow and relaxed.

“Llévate el tapete” (pull away the rug)

“llévate mi vida que agarraste de juguete” (take away my life that you took as a toy)

at that, Jason heard a small sniffle and turned to looked at her, she was numbly looking at the road, her eyes watery and a single tear running down her cheek. They were already nearing her apartment.

“Llévate ese par de anillos que nos comprometen” (take away those rings that compromise us)

“y, aunque no quiera perderte, te diría vete, pero el que se va soy yo” (and even if i don’t want to lose your, i’d say leave but the one who leaves is me)

“y cuando me vaya me llevo el reloj, pa llevarme el tiempo que pase contigo, que no fue perdido” (and when i leave i’ll take the clock and take all the time with you, which wasn’t lost)

the song carried out, but yn stayed silent. more tears ran down her cheeks

He had heard he talk Spanish before but my God, was he addicted to hearing her singing it. It was intoxicating and it didn’t help that she had a nice voice. For a moment, he forgot everything and just let himself be mesmerized by the girl next to him. His heart beat so strong for her, it pained sometimes.

She turned to look at him

“Jason…” she whispered, voice full of sorrow

he looked at her, it was noticeable she still wasn’t sober by the way her gaze fell on him.

“yk…you strangely look a lot like him, mr. uber nola hired” said she and there he got his confirmation that Lord she was not there yet.

“well mister uber, i have a question, have you ever been in love with someone you knew from the start you couldn’t have?” she questions him and Jason just stares at her. He shakes his head no, which prompts her to continue

“Lucky you, my friend, lucky man. I am not so fortunate you see, I fucked up. I fucked up! and i’m so stupid for it,” at this, she closes her eyes and more tears start to go down her checks, “Jaosn fkn Peter Todd, maybe you know him. Well you probably do…he’s Bruce Wayne’s son you see. You might be wondering how i got myself tangled up with him. Funny thing is, i have no idea. One day you go to a gala, the next you are the Wayne kids’ current obsession and one of the is hitting on you and asking you on a date and romancing you and you think you are special and you feel loved and noticed until BOOM! He changes to someone else and you don’t even know what did you do wrong to make him leave….” she takes a deep breathe and tries to wipe her tears. “Who knew rich kids could be so fkn cruel?!?! Just because they have money doesn’t mean they can just USE civilians for their enjoyment!”

HUH!?!?? Is…is that what she thought it was????

“My theory is that they hold a game to pick one random civilian and have one of them romance them just cause and see how far they can get and my bet is that because i was not being easy on Jason, he got bored and went to get someone of his actual league.” she says slumping against the chair dejectedly

Jason was stunned and flabbergasted. Oh his sweet girl, how wrong could she be about ALL of them. She had never expressed anything about this (well he couldn’t exactly blame her either). Had they given that impression? He thought about his siblings obsession and bet. He thought about the challenge and how out of the blue it was. She was right to believe something weird was going on. She had every right to not be trusting because it HAD been weird and they hadn’t noticed because of their excitement to meet her and have her be a part of the family. And then, the pictures with Artemis. Fuck. He was suffering from a cause that wasn’t even his fault, it just was a LOT of lack of communication. Her feelings were so valid.

“I was just a toy, a joke, a charity case, a nothing, a small moment of a good time” she kept on going and a fresh round of tears began, “the worst part of it all is that I’d repeat it in a heartbeat, I’d say yes all over again, cause if i get to be part of Jason’s world even if it’s a small portion of it. You know…there were times i could swear his soul and mine were made of the same magic…we just fit, you know” her voice starts to tremble and she shakes her head, “how foolish of me to think I could have someone that surely was never meant to be mine” she finished and continues to wipe her tears.

“If only you knew my love, my light, my soul, if only you knew, that our souls ARE made by the same magic and were made to be intertwined” Jason couldn’t help but think

They stayed in silent as she finally calms down, “i am so so sorry, i’m here spilling my heart out to some random uber” she starts to apologize and he almost chuckles, she is still so drunk out of her mind she hasn’t recognized him. “it’s alright” he responds

He parks the car, turns it off, helps her out of it and bring her to her apartment. He’s been there a few times and already knows his way around.

Once inside, he carries her a lays her on her bed

Because of all the many nights they have gone facetiming, he knows her night skin care routine by heart, so he sits her up, takes her make up with her make up wipes and helps her with it. He is so gentle with her, as if he fears she might break. He ties her hair up, knowing she hates sleeping with it loose.

The entire time she is looking at the abyss, her head in another world.

Finally he tells her to get changed, which she nods and goes to the bathroom and does.

The entire time is spent with soft orders and a comfortable silence.

once she is changed, she tries to give him his hoodie but he tells her to keep it.

She gets in bed and before he knows it, she’s sound asleep

Today must have been just as draining for her

He goes to the kitchen and comes back with some pain killers for the morning and a water bottle. He puts them on her bedside table and kisses her heads He whispers goodnight and leaves, making sure to turn off the lights and lock the apartment door as he leaves.

Jason sits on the car, and sighs as he turns it on and starts to drive back to the manor

Tomorrow will be hell, that’s for sure.

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“You are my sunshine”

Part 8: And so we meet again.

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Jason Todd x Latina Reader

Social Media Au

Warnings: none

Series: ongoing

Author’s note: university is a bitch that butchers my time and energy 🥹. Sorry for the slow updates, it will get more often with uni. Thank you for all the love you give this series, I get so so so excited everytime I see your feedback!

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You were a wreck. An absolute and complete wreck. who tf said this was a great idea! OH! Yeah, Nola...you were just another girl tangled up with Burce Wayne and his horde of children. Soon this would all be over and the small glimpse you had of what it is like to live a lavish adventurous life would be just a memory. You are snapped out of your thoughts by a knock on the door. The driver was waiting for you. You put on your mask to make sure that no one would recognize you, not even the driver. When you opened the door, you were pleasantly surprised to find Alfred there. Oh, Alfred, your trusty friend Alfred. You give him a tight smile and he offers his arm to lead you to the car. It was a black Mercedes with brown leather seats. Classy. He opens the door and you sit down.  Inside, you take off your mask because you don’t mind Alfred seeing you. Once he gets in, he doesn’t start the car straight away. “Everything alright Miss Y/n?” he asks with genuine concern. he turns to look at you and you can see actual worry. “I’m aware that my lot can be quite a handful sometimes, just say the word and you won’t have to go, I’ll take care of everything.” he offers. You feel some tension leave your body and give him a sincere smile. “Thank you for the offer, Alfred, that is very kind of you, but don’t worry, I will be alright, plus I am truly excited to be there,” you respond. He nods and smiles, “Alright, Miss Yn, but if any moment of the night, you do feel overwhelmed, do not be afraid to call on me, I’ll bail you out and bring you home.” He finishes with a wink and you laugh. The butler never fails to soothe your nerves. It reminds you of your first Scholars Gala, the night you met Alfred. He tumbled upon you, nearing a panic attack because you were one of the speakers of the night. You had to give a speech on giving gratitude to Mister Wayne for his generosity and basically make yourself presentable so that other rich folks would sponsor you and want to work with you in the future. You were the youngest speaker, this being your first and you had to make an impression with them if you wanted to keep on being invited and sponsored along your career. The problem was that some rich asshole had already made a comment about the pretty young Latina thing, this being you, and said that he would love to sponsor you so that he could have a new trophy in his collection when you were socializing. That sent you to straight panic because a) he only saw you as an exotic catch, b) the way he looked at you meant NOTHING good and c) they weren’t taking it serious. You were a very young, new into the game, woman and they were already thinking of taking advantage of you. So you ran and crashed into Alfred. Oh, Alfred. He saw you, hysterics and all, and took you to the kitchens. He helped wipe your tears and listened to your fears of facing prejudice for being a Latina woman and not being taken seriously because of your race, youth, and beauty. Then he helped you prepare and talked you into being confident in who you were. To not mind those rich scums and not let them define you or have any influence on your future. He assured you that you would be and do amazing. Thanks to him, everything went smoothly after that night. You snap out of your memories when the car comes to a sudden stop. You are at the gates of Wayne Manor, the place of the Ball and suddenly your nerves are back. You look at Alfred and he waits for you to say something expectantly. “Thank you, Alfred, for everything”. Alfred smiles and reminds you to wear your mask, which you start to put on. It’s showtime. 

Knowing that you were already nervous, Alfred decides to take the car to the backdoor. You look at him questionably and he winks again and lets a small laugh. OH! He’s helping you with the game. Instead of leaving you where the paparazzi were at the main entrance, where everyone surely was waiting for you, he led you to the back, where the gardens were. The place where you could enter and exit without being noticed. “Wise man”, you say as you giggle. Alfred laughs, “Well, Miss Yn, did you think I would make it easy for them? If they want to win, they better work for it, especially after tormenting you last time.” To this, you respond with another laugh and get out. “Thank you again, Alfred.”

You see the car leave as you walk through the familiar garden. The place where Jason and you first met. You knew how to get to the ballroom, the balcony overlooked the gardens and the stairs were easy to find. As you walk, you can’t help but feel as if you are a princess in a lost garden. Finally, you get to the stairs and enter the ballroom. Dresses of all times of colors are around you. People with eccentric masks surround you. If your mission was to go unnoticed, then you have failed. Your beauty is one to attract stares, even if they are discreet. Women look at you in envy and awe. Your green silky dress was one for the books. (And you are thankful you went through the stone path of the garden and your dress didn’t get dirty cause that would have been HORRIBLE). Men look at you with desire and curiosity. Once the initial shock is gone, men and women go back to their conversations, though some still stare every once in a while because you ARE a SIGHT. As you keep on walking, you grab a champagne flute and look around to see if you recognize anyone. A group of four maybe five young girls call you to them and gush about the beauty of your dress, asking who is the designer and where you bought it. You start to make small conversation with them and find that it was surprisingly pleasant. Most of the time you are with Nola and limit your socialization to her, one or two people, and Alfred, but seeing as you don’t have either of them, it was time to polish those social skills. Conversation lasted 20 minutes or so before they began to gossip about all the rich hot bachelors in Gotham and you took this as a chance to slip away and walk around. You admired the grand chandelier in the cealing and how beautiful this place looked. Finally, you decide to stand to the side and watch all of the couples dancing in the center to the music. You swayed from side to side with the music until a select group of people caught your attention. Five boys and three girls, all of who you recognized very well from the way they were scanning the crowd and vibrating with excitement. They really were truly obvious. The eldest, Dick, with a dark blue suit, a white button-up, a sparkly dark blue tie, and dark blue pants with a light blue mask (extra bitch). The second eldest, the object of all your desires at the moment, Jason, with a red button-up that had the first three buttons undid, a black suit jacket and pants, and a silver mask? We were matching? You blush at the thought and look at the next in order to distract yourself from the walking five-course meal. Tim had a plain white button-up with a black suit and a sparky red tie, with a black and red mask. Damian had pretty much the same as Tim, except his tie was a sparkly deep shade of green and so was his mask. Finally, there was Duke, that wore the same, yet with the color yellow. The girls, whom you assumed were Barbara, Cassandra and Stephanie looked beyond amazing. Cass had a beautiful black dress with a pretty gold and black mask, Barbara looked absolutely stunning with a light blue dress that contrasted beautifully with her hair and wore a light blue sparkly mask, and Stephanie wore a purple dress that just looked perfect on her and a bright purple sparkly mask. They all looked fkn amazing and expensive as shit. Seriously, what do they feed them for them to look that great?!?! You can clearly see them looking around trying to seem sneaky and Jason, oh Jason, he was looking straight at you and once you made eye contact you could see the faint smirk he had before downing his champagne. Oh shit! You break eye contact and act unfazed, to see if you can throw him off guard and make him believe he confused you with someone else. You look somewhere else and when you tried to look back discreetly, you can observe confusion on his face as he begins to search around again. Oh, tonight will definitely be fun!

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I’m used to hiding my writing behind the SMAU and in this series you will definitely see me exploring more with my writing and showcasing it more so please! Leave feedback, i absolutely ADORE hearing from my readers if they are enjoying the story and if they would like to suggest ideas and such. Thank you so so much for reading, i hope you are enjoying it as much as i am enjoying creating it!

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“You are my Sunshine”

Part 9: Dancing with recognition

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Jason Todd x Latina! Reader

Social Media Au

Warnings: none

Series: Finished

Author’s note: Soooooo I wrote a long ass part and had to cut it for it to be two parts cause tumblr didn’t let me post😭. but hey, TWO POSTS A DAY!! Thank you for all the support, I love reading your comments, they make my day!! Hope you enjoy!!

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You decided to mingle and chat, no one know who anyone was so it made it a little bit more thrilling. After all, for one night you’d be just like the rest of the high class, so fuck it. Why not enjoy it. You kept on looking around, cautious of who you talked to because you knew that there were many possibilities of you running into them. And even with that, you kept on longingly looking at the dance floor. You are reminded of all the parties with your cousins, tias, and tios. How music was always a constant and how lively it was. Your aunt was the one that taught you how to dance in the first place. Although there is a huge difference between the dances of your family, which are bomba, plena, merengue, bachata, and your absolute favorite, salsa; you were still yearning for the dance floor. Of course, it was a very different setting, there you were in your grandma’s house with all of your family, and here you were amongst most of Gotham’s socialites with classical music. The fluid movements of the waltz mesmerized you and took you way back to when your cousin Pamela and you learned how to dance the waltz just because you wanted to feel like royalty for once. Fun times. Your desire to dance must have been quite clear seeing as a gentleman with a black and white suit and a white mask invited you to dance. You thought about it and accepted. What better way to hide than in plain sight. Before the music began, you excused yourself to the man and said “Sorry if my waltz is a little rusty, it’s been a long time”. A lie. Nola had you practicing the dance the days coming up to the gala but it was good to give a heads up just in case, you know? The man laughed and said, “No worries, I can assure you that you will be fine” and began to lead when the music started.

To be honest, you were actually having fun. In the end, the man congratulated you because of your dance skills, expressing that he believes you had outdanced him and that you had nothing to worry about. Then another man came and decided to ask for a dance. You felt as if you were on that show that Nola and you like to watch, Bridgeton, and as silly as it may seem, you were loving it. You changed partners twice more after that dance until one very familiar man decided to interrupt the chat you were having with a blonde man with a dark grey tuxedo and a pink mask and ask for a dance. Lo and behold, Bruce Wayne was standing there, with a black suit, white button-up, a sparkly black tie, and a light grey mask. And just like before, the music began and he began to lead. You decided to start a conversation by teasing him a little. “Love the tie, Mr. Wayne. Was it of your choosing or your daughters?” you ask with a sly smile. At that, he looks a little taken aback but laughs either way. “Thank you, and it was the girls, they planned the gala and insisted on me wearing it to fit with the theme as they put it” he explains making you laugh. His eyes suddenly become skeptical. “Now, how did you guess it was me, miss?”, he questions very intrigued. With a light smirk, you answer, “well, did you think you would go unnoticed at your own party? Quite the opposite, mister Wayne.” He hums in response and asks again, “and who might you be?” You panic a little. Jason has warned you that Bruce was in on the bet and you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. So, instead, you answer his question with another question. “Mister Wayne! Do you not know the people you invite to your home?”, you fakely gasp and say “the horror, the shame!” You take the hand that was on his shoulder and place it on your chest as if you were clutching your pearls. At this, you cause the billionaire to laugh quite loudly. He hadn’t expected you to turn the tables on him, especially in such a comedic way. To this he responds with a light smile, “and what if you were someone’s plus one? There I wouldn’t know?” Shit. If you confirm you are someone’s plus one, he would be able to connect you with Jason.  Thankfully, the song is coming to an end, he spins you and when you turn back to him, you tell him, “We will never know” with a coy smile and a small laugh. He smiles at your answer, seemingly confirming what he believed. “I have been dancing for a while now, so if you excuse me, I will go to the refreshment table.” you say as you start to leave and he answers, “Alright, Miss Y/n, enjoy yourself” with a knowing smirk. To that, you fakely gasp again and he laughs, so as a small act of revenge, you say a little TOO loudly, “Thank you for the dance MISTER WAYNE” to which he widens his eyes and looks around. Quite a few women and some gentlemen turn to him and he knows he might be fucked because the small sense of peace he had while wearing the mask and being unrecognizable might be gone. He understands what you did and why and laughs whilst he watched you giggle and escape. As he moved around to try and escape people again, he couldn’t help but think of the girl. One conversation and he already approved of her. She was smart, cunning, charming, and had an energy that was just healthy.  She definitely was going to bring light into his son’s life and that gave him hope that Jason would finally start healing. Although their relationship was getting better, he still had a long way to go. He shared an amused look with Alfred and he could tell both were thinking the same thing, She was going to be a handful for Jason in the best of ways and both couldn’t wait to see it. 

Back at the refreshments table, you drank some water. Damn, were you thirsty AF. Looking down at your phone, you decided to text Jason and see how he was.

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You are my Sunshine

Part 4: Dinner and Numbers

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Jason Todd x Latina! Reader

Social Media Au

Warnings: none

Series: Finished

Author’s Note: Ages of the group:

Dick: 27

Barbara: 28

Jason: 24

Tim: 19

Steph: 19

Cass:17

Duke: 18

Damian: 12

reader: 23

Nola: 23

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“You are my Sunshine”

Part 16: Feelings bouta get complicated!

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Jason Todd x Latina! reader

Social Media Au

Warnings: none

Status: ongoing

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“You are my sunshine”

Part 15: She lives in daydreams with me

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Jason Todd x Latina! Reader

Social media Au

Warnings: none

Status: Finished

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