#gotham x male reader

[delusionalwritingsofagay]

Bruce Wayne Head Canons

Bruce and Y/N met in their early childhood when Y/N's family and bruces meet at a fancy gala for the influential families in gotham.

They bond over their shared loneliness, as both are somewhat isolated due to their families status.

They often stuck together at the fancy parties they were made to go to.

After the death of bruces' parents, Bruce changed a lot due to the trauma. Bruce eventually found comfort in Y/N during it, accepting his friends support.

Y/N was quietly supportive, offering an understanding ear and a shoulder to lean on, helping Bruce cope with his grief. However, he never treated Bruce like glass, which he appreciated.

As children, they were often affectionate exchanging hugs when they thought the other needed them.

Bruce always brought him as his plus one or his date to events and obligations even before they began dating.

As they entered their teenage years, Y/N started to realize he had feelings for Bruce, finding himself attracted to his deep sense of justice and pretty face though he kept it hidden due to the worryof disrupting their friendship.

Bruce became fiercely protective of Y/N and took on the role of the knight in shining armour/guard dog

After a heartfelt confession from Y/N, they decided to date officially, navigating the vulnerabilities that surfaced due to their childhood history. Bruce often took Y/N on spontaneous dates that they both would enjoy.

Bruce is protective, obviously because they live in gotham.

In their relationship, Y/N often serves as the grounding force for Bruce.

Alfred is the one who sat them both down to give them the talk.

They experiment with intimacy, from soft, passionate kisses to playful teasing. Bruce loves to surprise Y/N with romantic gestures that lead to intimate moments, like candlelit dinners that end in deep kisses and heated discussions about their feelings.

After sex both are quite nurturing, often holding each other close and whispering reassuring words.

Y/N helps Bruce manage the challenges of being the vigilante while maintaining their relationship.

Y/N helps clean Bruce up after Bruce spent the night going around gotham as a vigilante

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[lem0nshark-writes]

Edward Nygma x Male Reader | "Riddle me this, why does my heart hurt?" Part 2

Type: angst to fluff

Word count: 1767

Warnings: angst, two idiots, bullying, Riddler being a little shit, brief mention of Riddler telling Ed to kill himself, did I mention both Ed and reader are idiots?

A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long guys!!! I hope it was worth your wait!! I love you so muchhh!! ❤❤

You brought takeout that break but yourself was nowhere to be found, little note on the box sitting on Ed's desk letting him know you were sorry but you got pulled to work on another case and couldn't make it.

And you didn't make it, or any other break after that, supposedly busy and always rushing somewhere.

You didn't make it to any hangouts either, always too tired, too deep into work, too busy,..

In fact, it has been weeks since you two properly interacted, and you liked it that way, it kept the tears from bubbling up and heart from hurting at least while you're at work. You knew it wasn't his fault that he didn't feel the same way but you couldn't help it, you'd figured you'd start hanging out with him once the feelings subsided, yeah.. if they ever did.

And Edward was left confused and he was missing his friend, he was missing you... hmm "friend".. that word didn't seem to quite fit, the more Ed thought about it.

It didn't seem to fit because he's pretty sure no one feels like this about their friends, no one's heart skips a beat when they lock eyes with their friend, no one feels butterflies in their stomach when their friend smiles at them, no one stays up thinking about their friend unable to sleep because they are on their mind so relentlessly, thinking what it would feel like to hold them close, to hold their hands, kiss them, to-...

Yeah that's not what friends feel like.

He tried really hard to cast those feelings away, he tried really hard. He even tried to get closer to other people to get you out of his mind. But it didn't work. Kristen couldn't quite possibly rid you from his mind, not even the slightest. I mean not that there was anything between them, but he hoped hanging out with her and getting close to her would calm his mind, though all it seemed to do was chase you away, he wondered why.. it's not like you would ever feel the same as him..

Would you?..

Today was just like all the other, you always busy and Nygma trying to catch you for at least a chat. So he decided to do something about it. Clearing his schedule for the day by getting all the work done as soon as possible, he made it his mission to follow you around to see what you were truly up to, and to hopefully maybe catch you for more than just a minute or two.

Half the day passed playing cat and mouse with you. First you had to deliver some papers - quite urgently and they couldn't wait no way, then you had to do a patrol - which Ed was sure you didn't have that week because he overheard your superior put you on headquarters duty to help with the piling paperwork but you assured him he changed his mind for today and you really had to leave, then right before your break you reaaally had to go get Jim and Harvey coffees and pastry from a bakery across the city so you couldn't spend the extra couple of minutes before your breaks chatting with him like usual, then when the break rolled in you made another excuse, that you'll have to spend it with the detectives working on some case. He was getting sick of it. Not even secretly following you around on your alleged urgent tasks helped as you managed to slip out of his field of view in a split second and then you were gone. He had to get you this time.

"Hey Ed, where is your little boyfriend?" one of the cops shouted after him with a mouth full of whatever pastry he was messily devouring, leaning against his desk, as Ed made his way out of the headquarters, catching a couple of eyes glancing both of their ways.

"No don't tell me you two broke up awww!" the other one that was sitting beside him added, letting out a mocking sad noise, earning himself a roaring wave of laughter from the other two that stood beside them.

Ed scoffed, shooting them a glare before fixing his glasses and walking out the big door, trying to shake off the anger that was bubbling inside of him dangerously.

"Too bad I was really looking foward to the wedding!!" he heard one of them shout after him followed by another roar of laughter as he made his way down the street towards the building row that held you two's favourite restaurants, knowing he'd find you there getting your lunch for the break.

"Idiots," he muttered to himself.

Seeing you grab your lunch from your favourite mexican place he followed you into a nearby alley, just besides the headquarters. What the hell were you up to?? He moved a bit closer, making sure you didn't see him, and watched as you climbed the fire escapes all the way to the top of the building. Were you meeting someone secretly? You got his mind and jealousy working overtime.

Carefully he followed you suit, quietly going up the clanky metal stairs making sure he didn't make any sounds and signal you about his whereabouts and that he is following you. Once up on the roof of the headquarters he stared in confusion. There you were, sitting by yourself as you ate your meal, your back turned to him and no one else in sight. Weird. He decided to give it a couple of minutes, still thinking you might be meeting with someone but they didn't yet come.

Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen, twenty,... no one was there and you slowly started to pick up your stuff as your break was coming to an end and you had to return to your post.

Huh. Was this really all you did every time you made an excuse for a break? You really were avoiding him. Why?..

"Oh poor little Ed, not even he wants you, anymore" Riddler mused in his ear making Ed glare in his direction, not having any of his nonesense today, or at least not wanting to believe it.

He came out of his hiding shaking the Riddler out of his mind and cleared his throat catching your attention.

"U-Uhm Ed- what are you doing here?" You stood up with a startle, fear and guilt washing over you as your brain tried to come up with an excuse but failed.

"Why are you avoiding me?" he asked calmly after a couple of moments of silence, his troubled expression made your heart hurt even more than it already did.

"Because he haaates you," Riddler mused. Ed tried to ignore him, mentally sighing at his failed attempt at brushing him off.

"I-uhm I-I'm not-," you tried, but you knew Ed was intelligent you couldn't lie to him, nor did he deserve it, "I-I'm sorry..."

"Is it something that I've done? I thought we were good but I-I can change. I can do better-" Ed started but was swiftly cut off by you.

"Here we go, another failed friendship. You will die alone. Might as well do it now," Riddler smirked, chuckling as he peered over the edge of the building.

"No! No no.. it's not you, you're perfect, it's just..." you fumbled around words in your mind, trying to find a way to explain yourself without having to reveal what you truly felt, but every attempt at doing so turned into a dead end.

Riddler sighed, bored expression on his face as he stared at Ed.

Ed waited patiently, bracing his heart for a heartbreak. Mind involuntarily giving in to the Riddler's ideas but his eyes remained focused on you.

You looked over at him, "shit."

"Ughh... here it goes, please don't hate me-" you started. You tried to muster up courage. Standing in front of a loaded gun felt less scary than this and you didn't know why as you couldn't help but fiddle with your fingers, avoiding his concerned gaze, "I... I like you."

Ed stopped for a bit processing what you said before blurting out again and stepping a few feet closer to you, "I like you too what's the problem then.."

"No, I like like you..," you looked up at him, "I know you're with Kristen I really don't want to cause any problems, just, I just need a few days to get myself together.."

"Oh.. I'm not," Ed blurted.

"What?" you asked, trying to push back tears that threatened to form at your waterlines, panic still simmering in your body.

"I'm not with Kristen, I never was," he continued.

You blinked a few times before looking up at him, "But you two, I saw you laughing and being close and I thought-"

"No, we are just friends, I did all that because I like you too... And I thought, that being close with someone might change that and get you out of my head," he looked away, but looked back to meet your eyes, still nervous of your reaction even though you just confessed to him not even a minute ago.

"Huh..," you were taken aback honestly, and he could see gears turning in your head as you processed what just happened.

"Uhm.. did it work?," you blurted out after a few moments.

"Nope.," Ed shot out, he held back a smile even finding some comedy in the whole situation.

"Huh..," you let out, "we're really both idiots."

"Yeah," he chuckled, fixing his glasses and looking up at you, warm smile spreading on his lips and remaining there, "you really like me?" he let out after a few minutes.

"Y-yeah," you couldn't help but look away avoiding his gaze, warmth creeping up your cheeks as the reality dawned upon you slowly.

Grin plastered itself on his lips as he tried really hard to push it back, fixing his glasses to try and calm his happiness, a whole horde of butterflies settling themselves in his stomach.

"So..," you glanced up at him after a few moments, "boyfriends?," you smiled a bit.

"Boyfriends," he grinned back and you squeezed him into a tight hug, burying your face into his shoulder, feeling like an immense weight melted off of your whole being and warmth washed over you.

"Wow I can't believe those assholes were right,.." Ed muttered under his breath as he hugged back.

"Huh?," you looked up at him in confusion, not sure what he is referring to.

"Uh nevermind, story for another time," he grinned.

[lonleywriters-blog]

Heyy. Girl I BEG BEG BEG BEGGG you do this request. You're the only person who actually writes abt Jim Gordon and makes it readable for everyone ,I absolutely love you for this. So, can u do Jim Gordon x younger!male reader (or gn idrm). Like the one you did with the Gotham villians? Both nsfw and sfw if u can

(Reader is a younger cop at the GCPD)

TYSMM ILYY AND I LOVE YOUR WORK, THANK YOU💕💥💥💕💕💕

I'm so sorry I haven't been active!! Ofc darling!!

Jim with a younger male coworker

He has been assigned to show you the ropes of the gcpd

You were some smart early graduate that was transferred over from the tame city

Needless to say your first day was rough, absolute hell. Jim had expected you to be a complete mess but you handled yourself surprisingly well. You pulled your own and even saved his ass a few times. He was impressed, and thankful you weren't cocky like Harvey. He ended up inviting you for drinks at the local cop bar.

After that day you were assigned to each other more and more, commonly getting drinks after work.

You grew a bond with each other that grew slowly, starting to tease each other more. He'd make fun of your generation and you'd make fun of his. The old man jabs rarely got to him.

It was the night you invited him to a 'younger person' club that he made his first move. You took him to a gay bar, a very nice one at that. Jim had been trying to scope you out for the past few months, and he took this as the final confirmation. He got himself drunk enough to forget about nerves, messily confessing to you with Cher playing in the background. You were laughing at first, just shocked at the scene before you drunkenly processed his words. You guys had fun that night, though neither of you remember the full events.

The age gap between you two doesn't really affect too much. Sometimes people do think your son and father but that's easy to ignore. The only other time it comes in, is the bed. This man is a little old, he can't keep up with you as much as he'd like. You don't seem to have an off button half of the time. It's not like he can't have fun though, that man will literally take your breath away.

(I'm so sorry this is so messy and short, I'm tired but I wanna get back to writing)

[sister-lucifer]

Inspire Me

Edward Nygma A.K.A. The Riddler x Male Reader

(This was inspired and technically written with The Riddler from Batman: The Audio Adventures in mind, but I feel like any version of Eddie works here) 

Genre: Smut

Summary: Edward has caught an unfortunate case of writer’s block, but he can always count on you to inspire him

Content/Warnings: Riding, praise, pet names, Edward cums inside 

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Not fully proofread! Let me know if you see any errors!

“Nothing, nothing, nothing!” 

Edward’s frustrated voice reverberated off the walls, the echoes of his anger ringing in your ears from the other room. You sighed to yourself at the sound.

No matter how smart Edward may be, no one is immune to writers block. It is a terrible plague that befalls evil and innocent alike, an indiscriminate ailment with no real cure, and he’d caught it bad. You could hear him quickly crumple up another few papers and toss them away, groaning loudly when they didn’t make it into the overflowing trashcan. 

For days now he had been pondering like this. He didn’t tell you exactly what had happened, but the Batman had done something or other that had gotten under his skin even more than usual. He’d been doing next to nothing but seething and brainstorming, but it seems nothing substantial had come of it. 

You always worried about Edward when he became like this. You hated seeing him upset, even if it was over something trivial, but you also knew that his greatest breakthroughs always directly followed his worst struggles. Any time soon now he would have his “eureka” moment, you could feel it. 

Of course, that’s not to say he wouldn’t need any help. 

“Oh, sweetheeeaaart!” Edward called to you in a sing-song tone. Your heart fluttered at the nickname, and you immediately rushed to him. 

“Yes, Mr. Nygma?” You replied, poking your head into the doorway. The sight before you was a bit jarring, but certainly not unexpected. 

Edward was sitting on the floor accompanied by mountains of discarded papers, half-done drawings of possible inventions or plans of attack surrounding him on all sides. A few metal knickknacks and machine parts laid scarcely about as well. He quickly brushed some of the discarded items away with his arm upon seeing the face you made, but it did little to help. 

You could tell what he was going to ask you from the embarrassed, lopsided smirk on his face alone. 

You and Edward had been a team long before you became his “muse.” He had discovered your brilliant ability to inspire him through…intimate means completely by accident, but he was glad he did. He wasn’t sure how it worked—maybe it was the desperately needed stress relief, or the endorphin rush of an orgasm; it didn’t really matter—but it was more effective than anything he’d tried before. He only used it as a last resort of course (he didn’t want you to feel as though he was just using you), but you were more than happy to lend him a hand. 

Or a mouth. 

Or a hole. 

“My darling, my love, the light of my life,” He began, gesturing for you to come closer. He always did enjoy the overuse of pet names. “As I’m sure you can tell my recent attempts at criminal endeavors have not been very…” 

He flicked a paper ball away with a bored expression as he blew a lock of hair out of his face. 

“…Successful.” 

“Yes, Mr. Nygma, I’ve taken note.” You flashed him an understanding smile as you walked towards him, papers crunching loudly beneath your shoes. “Is there any way I can assist you?” 

Edward responded by simply patting his lap. 

Once you’d planted yourself on top of him he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in close with a sigh. 

“Oh, my handsome muse! I’m afraid that my medium has not been kind to me,” He lamented, “Try as I might, no matter how many ideas I conjure nothing is good enough. I’ve exhausted all my resources…” 

You hid your face in the crook of his neck, one of your hands sliding down his arm to lace your fingers with his. You gave a playful squeeze, and you could hear the faintest giggle slip past Edward’s lips. 

“Eddie…” You whispered. Your warm breath against his ear nearly made him shudder. 

“Yes, my love?” 

You pulled back, looking him up and down and toying with the collar of his button up. 

“There’s no need to beat around the bush, you know. If you need me to inspire you, you only need to ask.” 

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“Oh, my inspiration! You beautiful thing, you!” Edward gushed, arms holding you tightly to his chest. The praise encouraged you to bounce faster, craving the feeling of his cock hitting deep inside of you. His restless hands groped and grabbed at every bit of soft flesh you had to offer, leaving no spot on the outside or inside of you untouched. 

“Oh, Eddie!” You mewled in return as you leaned in to press desperate kisses to his jawline. 

“Faster, sweetheart, please…” Edward pleaded. You could feel each heavy breath he took as his chest rose and fell against your own. Your hands held tightly to his shoulders to keep your balance, nails digging into the wrinkled fabric of his loose button up. “More, my love! I can feel it— I can feel your wonderful inspiration! You are absolute perfection, my muse!” 

The best part of his sweet praises was knowing that he meant each and every word. 

Edward adored you. You were the very spirit of his creativity, and he was reminded of it every time he turned to you for ideas. 

Edward needed you in more ways than one, and he was never ashamed to show it. 

“Oh, s-sweetheart—!” He stuttered, an unusual habit for him that only you were ever allowed to witness, “Sweet boy, I-I’m close—!” 

He didn’t have to warn you; you’ve done  this more than enough times to see all the signs. You felt every little twitch of his cock inside of you, and he felt every subtle quiver of yours in return. The feeling of your leaking member grinding against his stomach as you rode him brought him satisfaction to no end. 

“My love, please, will you give me the honor…?” Edward asked, his words soft and sincere against your shoulder. 

“Of course, Eddie,” You replied eagerly. You’d never hesitate to let Edward fill you up, just how you both liked. “Anything for you.”

It was clear you were losing your rhythm now, all your focus directed to angling your hips to hit just the right spot. Edward bucked up into you in return, throwing his head back with a drawn out moan as you squeezed around him. Soon he was thrusting into you wildly, desperately chasing his release. 

“Yes, yes—! Just a bit more! God, mmph—! Perfection!” 

His words of encouragement were sprinkled between frantic calls of your name, which soon took over any attempt at forming a cohesive sentence. He held on to you for dear life, practically screaming for you as he came. The sudden warm rush of him filling you was enough to give you the last extra push you needed. 

“Oh, Eddie!” 

Your last cry was shrill and broken, barely managed between incessant noises of pleasure. Edward hummed in delight at the feeling of your cum falling across his chest. 

Soon you slowed to a stop, both of you going silent as you caught your breath. You rested your forehead on Edward’s chest as he stroked your hair tenderly. 

“Oh, my love, that was exactly what I needed…” Edward said through heavy breaths. You couldn’t help but grin at that. 

“I can feel the ideas flowing, the perfect plan is in my sights— Oh, yes! That’s it! I’m so glad I have you.” The more he spoke the more giddy with excitement he became, muttering to himself in who knows what languages as you stared up at him dreamily. He was adorable when he was like this. You pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, one you both smiled into.

“You have no idea how much of a help you’ve been, my love. I can’t thank you enough.” 

You shifted in Edward’s lap, placing your hand over his where it rested on your side. 

“You’re welcome, Eddie. I’ll always be here to inspire you.” 

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[sheep-from-rad]

Idea! Neglected bar singer darling.

The joint they sing in is on the very outskirts of Gotham. The bars in the basement of a restaurant.

Its pretty clear darling is saving up money to slowly inch away from Gotham and from there neglectful and sometimes (often) cold family.

So they dress as a Him/femme/them fatale and saunter up to the stage and sing there lil heart out and get both the thrill of all the attention in a room being on them and the money in there tip jar to boot.

Imagine what happens when a clip of darling singing goes fucking viral. (I'd like to think it's would be "be your baby tonight" give it a listen if you want. I like norah jones' cover)

What I'm saying is there is no way any of the batfam would approve of darlings career choice.

I love this kind of asks!~ Requests are now open again but we warned, I'm a snail paced writer T__T This took a while because I have this habit where I write it down first on paper before typing it. Like I make a draft first and reread before typing it to see if I should add more or remove some. First fic about singer reader: here and part 2 here. 😅

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Okay okay, here me out. I know you said secret bar under a restaurant but my brain read the word ‘bar’ and ran away with it 😭. 

You know what this smells like? Scandal and maybe even a disaster waiting to happen too. You know what's a famous bar in Gotham? The Iceberg lounge that is run by Mr. Cobblepot (Penguin) and  is frequented by rogues  such as Riddler. 

Life in the Iceberg Lounge isn't that bad, maybe intimidating at first but it became a small comfort. Mr. Cobblepot lets you keep the tips, the lounge beauties (Raven, Lark, and Jay) are great companies, and workplace harassment? You don't really have to worry about that. If you ever get flirted on or harassed by small fries and drunkards and then rest assured a bigger, scarier person at the back of the crowd will beat the harasser and throw them out. They might be villains but they have standards and harassing the lounge’s songbird is a big no no! 

The clip of the singer reader went viral for a ton of different reasons: (1) The singing and the amount of simps you raked 24 hours after the clip has been posted. I have a headcanon that Mr. Cobblepot will nickname you as either Nightingale or Songbird to fit the crew because the lounge beauties are nicknamed after birds.(2) People can see villains just chilling at the background of the video. Riddler's nursing a whiskey at the counter, Two face is playing chess with Penguin who is multitasking in helping mix some drinks. Hell, even Harley and Ivy are in the background having a moment with the strippers.

(3) Why is Bruce Wayne’s kid at the Iceberg lounge? I have a teeny tiny headcanon that even though the reader was neglected they are still forced to attend galas once or twice because Bruce won't and then it will be like a big media scandal. Also reader's public appearances with Bruce or with the other Wayne children might be low but they still have hundreds of followers. The Wayne name alone is basically a celebrity name because of Bruce being heavily revered by the public. Think of it like nepobaby shit. (4) That stage presence and sheer seductiveness. Being a Wayne, I'm sure the reader was taught etiquette by Alfred and was taught how to dress properly. They are also taught how to behave. However on that vid, you look like you were dressed by the Gotham sirens (Ivy, Harley, and Selena) themselves. All those good boy, good girl, good child stuff are out of the window. If the reader was just blending in the background before and the video is the opposite. It's almost commanding every viewer to look at them, pay attention to them, worship the very ground they walk on, and love them! At this point just expect simps. 

The family loves the video but at the same time they also hate it. They had their copies downloaded and saved and then they'll immediately task Barbara into scrubbing the video off of the internet but it's too late. The video has been re-uploaded to hundreds of different accounts and some  news outlets had already published articles about it. The articles ranged from sweet ones like praising the reader for their awesome stage performance and singing to downright insane clickbaits like ‘Bruce Wayne secretly allied with Gotham rogues?’ 

The whole thing is very stressful and I pray to the DC gods that Bruce Wayne is very healthy because this guy's blood pressure might as well go high up. Imagine trying so hard to keep up with the ditzy playboy public persona to hide your vigilante secret identity only for your kid to be filmed singing and being cozy at the Iceberg lounge. Not only that! You also placed yourself in danger too! It's not a secret that a lot of rouges knew Batman's real identity (Joker knows it, he just doesn't care. He's so cool for that). Sure they don't attack Batman when he's Bruce and sure they are a sweet pseudo-family to you right now but who's to say that they won't use you when push comes to shove? 

While Bruce deals with the media, Barbara and Tim work on the damage control and tracking every video, expect heavy guilt tripping and interference from Damian, Dick, and even Alfred (in his defense, he wants you safe and will only ask for you to get a better job or at least work in a place not frequented by villains). Dick will be actively poisoning the well. He'll make you sit down and read the crime archives with him (starting from the heaviest crime down to the pettiest crime) and will tell you stories about their encounters with each of them. Damian will try to keep you from getting to work and will try to keep you in your room if you haven't moved out of the estate. He'll ask you to go around with him, feed his pets with him and even asked you to watch him train (he doesn't know how bonding works, please be understanding). If you had left the estate and then expect him to show up and walk in your place like he owns it. He's one of those cats that you feed once and then suddenly shows up and won't leave you alone anymore. 

Oh, you still won't come home? You still wanna continue that dangerous job of yours? Pick your poison then. Do you want them to call Jason to get to the bar and take you home, knowing him some heads will sure go flying. Or do you want the family to stage a stakeout, infiltrate the bar, and capture and lock up all the villains forever. Go on, go choose. 

[thebisexualdogdad]

Smutober day 29: Sofia Falcone x Male!Reader - the affair

You were born to hate each other and yet somehow you and Sofia Falcone fell in love instead. 

Being a Maroni your fathers pitted you against one another your entire lives and during your teenage years you did despise each other but somewhere along the way into adulthood your feelings changed. 

It started the night you two had dinner to find a compromise for your fathers on some issue they were having, she looked beautiful and you were as charming as ever and you ended up screwing in the bathroom of the restaurant. 

You two vowed to never let it happen again until she was showing up at your apartment in the middle of the night desperate for you. 

This affair has being going on for years but after nearly being caught one too many times you decided it was best to have a secret apartment just outside of the city that was the only place you would meet up. 

“Oh fuck,” she moans as she rides you, her head thrown back as you grope her chest. 

Sofia texted you on the burner phones you used to communicate asking if you were free for a late night rendezvous so you ditched your crew and made your way across the city.

When you arrived you tried to make small talk if she wanted a glass of wine but she immediately dragged you to the bedroom instead. 

She grins down at you, putting her hand around your neck and lightly gripping as she bounced harder in your lap, her other hand planted on your chest to keep her steady. 

You gasp as she chokes you a little harder, smiling and thrusting your hips upwards to knock her off balance so you could flip her over.

“Nice try Falcone, I'm the one in charge here,” you smirk, now on top of her and thrusting steadily into her.

“Only because I let you,” she scoffs, digging her nails into your back. 

You and Sofia were both extremely competitive, constantly fighting for dominance in the bedroom. 

“Let me? I'm a Maroni I do whatever I want,” you chuckle, harshly nipping at her neck. 

“Oh please, do I need to remind you how you were begging for me to fuck you with the strap on last week?” Sofia taunts, groaning as your movements become a little more frantic as you were getting closer to the edge. 

“I can just stop right now if you want to be a smartass,” you huff, slowing your hips but Sofia grabs you by the throat making you look her in the eyes.

“Don't you dare fucking stop.”

You grin proudly, picking the pace back up as Sofia snakes her hand down her body to rub at her clit. 

Her eyes screw shut, wanting to cum before you like she was winning a game, moaning loudly when she cums around your cock.

She rides out her high and soon you're cumming too, quickly pulling out and shooting all over her stomach. 

Your eyes glaze over her body, glistening from sweat and covered in your cum. 

“Don’t look at me like you just marked your territory,” she says playfully. 

“But you're mine Falcone,” you smile, kissing along her chest and up to her lips.

“My father would have you killed if he heard you say that,” she teases into the kiss.

“Best he never finds out then,” you say kissing her harder. 

[delusionalwritingsofagay]

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Adrian chase

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Damian Wayne

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Being Damian vigilante best friend

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Dick Grayson

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Take me back - I Rated G I Cw: none I tags : second chances, Getting back together Green eyed monster I Rated G I CW: none I Tags : Fluff, Jealousy , Established relationship Praise - I Rated M I Cw :none I Tags : Smut, praise kink, Sub/Dom dynamics , sub reader, Dacryphillia

Gar logan

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Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice |Rated G | no cw | tags: Fluff , Established Relationship I wont say I'm in love - I Rated G I CW: none I Denial of feelings, found family, Crushes

Jason Todd

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Jerome Valeska

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[theodorecanaryhood]

Protective, possessive and Passionate

Jason Todd x Male! Reader

Warning: swearing, drinking and sex

It was no secret that your boyfriend, Jason, is extremely protective of you. He likes to make sure you’re safe, even if he is in the line of fire, he also wants you to always remember that you’re his.

‘See how that looks’ Jason turned your face a little so you could see clearly the red mark on your neck.

Jason always marked his territory for other men to see, for them to know you’re off limits.

Jason drove you to work, holding your hand in his, you never complained and always thought it cute. A guy as big as Jason, to be so needy and like a puppy at times.

‘Have a great day, love you’ Jason spoke softly as he kissed you.

‘Bye, love you too’ you replied as you got out of the car.

Your work day was filled with the usual nonsense that entails. Making you spend all of your working hours wishing for some sleep.

Everyone has that part of the day that they dread, yours happened to be a coworker. Adam. He never left the fact he likes you hidden.

‘Hey, how was your weekend?’ He asked, smiling at you.

‘Hey, it was fine. Had dinner with my boyfriend’s family. Yours?’ You asked to be polite, not really caring about the answer.

Adam knew that you have a boyfriend, but he never seemed to care. He still tried to get it on with you.

He’d worked there for about a year now and still took every chance he could, as it was coming up to the office work party, you prayed that Jason could make it.

Perhaps the size of Jason would make Adam back off, Jason is big dude and can be pretty scary at times.

Jason held onto your thigh as you both watched Netflix, the newest show you both thought to watch sucked you right in.

‘Shall we go to bed?’ Jason asked as the credits began to roll, you sleepily nodded.

Getting into bed with Jason was always something amazing, he would hold onto you so tight.

The huge puppy that is Jason liked to hold onto you all night. Never letting you out of his sight, or his grip.

You hadn’t let it bother you too much, you were just thankful that Jason was able to come with you. Protect from the lustful eyes of Adam.

Jason knelt onto the floor as he found your shoe laces were coming undone.

‘Hey lovebirds’ your work-bestie, Naomi, smiled as she greeted you both.

Giving you both a hug and a kiss in the cheek, you placed your hand on Naomi’s small baby bump.

‘Not long to go now’ you chuckled as she smiled, lifting her top to show off her new accessory.

The three of you walked into the building together as you found it dimly lit, music playing and a bartender on site already.

‘Thank God, I need a drink’ Jason stated as he made a beeline for the bar.

‘Can I get two whiskeys please? And a lemonade?’ Jason winked as Naomi rolled her eyes with a small smile.

‘Oh fuck’ the words fell out of your mouth like vinegar.

Naomi stroked your arm gently as she blocked you from Adam’s sight.

Jason was aware of what this coworker was doing, but he didn’t know what he looked like. Or if he was coming.

‘Oh hey you, how’s it going?’ Adam cheered as he saw you standing with Naomi.

You smiled as Adam leant towards you, seemingly unaware of the 6ft plus giant next to you both.

‘Another coworker?’ Jason asked curiously, you nodded. Hesitating the next few words.

‘This is Adam’ you took Jason’s hand in yours as you saw his face switch.

The three of you tried your best to stay away from him, but Adam always ended up near you somehow.

‘Hey babe, gotta get going home or I won’t want to get up ever again’ Naomi smiled softly as she gave you a hug.

‘You two rest up’ you winked as Naomi left, all the while with Jason in the bathroom.

This left you alone for a few minutes which you would find scary. You had mental words with yourself, Adam is only a man, nothing more. But he still bothered you.

‘Where’s your boyfriend?’ Adam asked as he came and sat next to you.

You pointed to the bathroom door, Adam only edged closer to you.

You shifted a little in your seat as you felt Adam get closer to you, his body heat felt like it was setting you on fire.

‘You know, four years is a long time to be with one person. Maybe you should have a little break from him. I could show you a good time’ Adam spoke as you felt disgusted.

His words were like venom and you could feel yourself getting close to doing something you’d get into trouble for later.

‘Come on y/n, let’s have some fun while your man isn’t here. He’s a wimp who doesn’t deserve you’ Adam continued.

The smell of Whiskey was strong from Adam’s breath, he’d been drinking tons and not seeming to stop. Though, him drinking didn’t make a difference as he was like this sober.

Before you could say anything in response there was a giant hand that had taken hold of Adam’s shirt collar.

‘Don’t touch my boyfriend again, don’t even look at him. You disrespect him like that, you get me to deal with and I can assure you, you don’t want that’ Jason growled lowly in Adam’s ear.

You could tell from Adam’s face that he was regretting his words, the tower that is Jason was now in his face. Eyes looking deep into his soul.

It was a success as Adam had finally got the message, but Jason was still angry.

Needing to blow off some steam, Jason drove you both home. Jason threw you on the bed when you both got in. Practically lifting you off your feet and carrying you there.

‘Get in all fours for me baby’ Jason said, anger still present but he spoke with love towards you.

Jason wasn’t angry with you, he never could bring himself to be. He was angry that another guy had the audacity to try it with you.

‘Uh’ you called out as Jason slid his length into you, your eyes rolled back.

‘Who does this belong to?’ Jason asked, as he began to find a rhythm.

‘You, Jason. I’m all yours’ you called out, Jason smiled as he gave your asscheek a good slap.

Your phone lit up as it rested next to you in the bed. Jason checked to see it was Snapchat.

Snap from Adam.25 was all it said, Jason smiled to himself as he punched in your code to unlock the phone.

Still with his huge dick deep inside your ass, you were too busy moaning in pleasure to notice what was going on.

Jason snapped you on all fours as Jason hit it from behind, your fingers gripping onto the pillows, you biting your lip to stop yourself from letting out moans.

‘He busy, text back later’ Jason typed into the phone with one hand, clicking send.

Then tossing your phone back where it was as he slammed deeper into you.

‘Fuck, Jason’ you called out as Jason got even deeper.

Safe to say Adam got the message and never tried anything in with you again, he also got a word from HR after a sexual harassment complaint was logged.

You were thankful that Jason could be so Protective, Possessive and also how passionate he is. You would’ve preferred for Jason to not make a statement with you on all fours. But it worked.

You smiled as you fell asleep on Jason’s chest that night, him holding you as he buried himself into a new book.

[lonleywriters-blog]

How would Jim (Gordon) react, seeing male s/o wearing a skirt, both sfw and nsfw if you feel comfortable, ty♡

(write for more if u want hun, thank you♡!!)

Jim Gordon reacting to male s/o in skirt hc's

Sfw

Jim loves shopping and helping you pick out skirts

He thinks you look great in them

He will match his belt or tie to your skirt color

Blushes when you walk in front of him especially stairs

He adores when he can show you off in public

He only lets you wear mid thigh or lower to his work

He says it's basic dress code for all skirts even visits

Nsfw

He loves to bend you over when you wear your skirts

If you wear a short one it really gets him going

Clean in a mini skirt and he will take you right there

He gets so riled up when you tease him wearing a mini skirt in public

He isn't scared to take you in a bathroom stall

If you show up to him work in a small skirt he will take you over his desk

(pray Harvey doesn't walk in)

[hopesangelsprite]

Stress Relief

Pairing: Battinson x reader

Warnings ⚠️: zero plot whatsoever, pure filth, mating press, overstim, male moaning/whimpering, dubcon maybe (??? Idk), unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it bros), creampie obviously, marking if you squint

MINORS/AGELESS ACCS DNI

Protecting an entire city would take a toll on anyone, so of course some kind of stress relief would be on order. And if that someone was constantly sleep deprived, full of internal conflict, and said city happened to be Gotham... that poor soul had better found a damn good stress reliever.

That's where you come in, pinned underneath your cities' Vengeance for however long he'd keep you there. Night after night, sunrise after sunrise. Tonight was no different than any other except the fact that your broody boy toy had more of an appetite than usual.

Right now, all you can feel is him and all he can feel is you. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you wonder just how long he'd felt this way, just how much frustration he harbored within himself. But the drag of his member against your warm walls is enough to dismiss the thought completely.

"Fucking hell.", Bruce breaths into your shoulder at your clenching walls, "You're so good to me.". Butterflies invade your stomach, intertwining themselves with the stir of your orgasm. You're close to coming again for the nth time this session. Just what had he seen on those damp, dark streets tonight.

"Y-you mean it?", you whimper out as if he isn't fucking your brains into the mattress beneath the two of you. He groans and nods feverishly as his hand abandons your tits to grip the headboard that's banging loudly against the wall. "We're gonna be together forever, princess. Won't let anyone hurt you... just me and you.", he promises in that sweet voice of his. The sweetness of his words and the smoothness of his thrusts mingle perfectly enough to send you farther over the edge. You call his name as you continue coming.

And he talks you through it, praising you and whispering the sweetest nothings. He never misses a stroke, thoroughly fucking you through your orgasm and well beyond it. Your walls continue to flutter and your body feels scorching underneath his. The tips of your fingers as well as the palms of your hands buzz, a telltale sign of overstimulation. You mewl at the feeling of another orgasm building already. Then, his pace changes as he begins to lose himself for the first time tonight. This time you're unable to stop him.

"Fuck.", he swears as his hand leaves the headboard and grips the pillow next to your head. Bruce's face falls back into the crook of your neck and he audibly moans. You can feel the tension rolling off him in waves, the smell of his leather suit now completely masked by the smell of sex in the air.

His pace quickens and more curses fall from his reddened lips. You mewl and begin to squirm as the overstimulation starts to grow far too much. Though your brains have been thoroughly fucked out, you manage to beg, "P-please... I can't-". You cut yourself off with a loud wanton moan as Bruce's other hand slips between you from your other thigh to press on your lower abdomen. He feels so good inside of you it's unbearable.

Your moans spur him on as he presses a bit harder. "Need... need you to come for me. One more time.", he requests drawing a whine from you. "Can't, 's too much!", you whine as you feel your thighs shake on either side of him. He huffs as he presses again earning pretty sobs of pained pleasure from your puffy lips. "You can, princess, know you can. Said you could take it, didn't you?", he encourages in between pretty moans and you can hear his sanity slowly slipping away. Still, you protest once more.

He growls lowly as his hand dips lower to begin mercilessly toying with your swollen clit. You yelp as you reach between your bodies to weakly tug at his wrist. He's stronger than you so your struggling waxes futile. "Bruce-", you try to reason with him, "Too much!". He quickens his ministrations at your words and you cry out as you feel the familiar knot begin to form in the pit of your stomach.

"Shh shh shh, it's okay... almost there, princess.", he whispers through labored breaths, "I'm almost there.". You want to tell him that you almost are too, but you can't seem to form the proper words. His grip on the pillow tightens, and the movement of his hips becomes jerky.

"Fuck, please I need it so bad... So, so badly.", he moans quietly, almost to himself, "please, please, please..". Hearing him completely lose his composure nearly throws you off the edge. The way he's begging damn near sends you into orbit. "Pretty girl's gonna let me cum inside, right? Please?", he asks and your heart swells with love. Who are you to deny him when he's asking so politely?

You nod as your vision fills with stars, "Yes!". He whimpers into your neck as his frantic thrusts signal his impending release. You begin to squirm harder, and his hand slides from the pillow to grip your hip. His hold on you is strong despite the soft sounds leaving his mouth.

He presses you farther into the mattress, and you're sure you'll have a bruise on your hip the size of his hand tomorrow morning. "Jus' a little bit more..", he trails off to bite at your hickey covered shoulder. "Need to finish, I'll be so f-fucking good to you... be so fuckin' good to my princess, promise.", his words slur together. With that, you come for the umpteenth time and he's not too far behind.

The both of you shudder with overwhelming pleasure, and weak whimpers of each other's names seem to be the only thing either one of you can articulate. Hot, thick ropes of his cum spurt into your spasming walls painting them white and filling you up so much it begins to leak out.

Secretly, you hope Gotham's streets keep sending him back to you even more needy than this.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hey hi, I am so normal. About bane. Please can you do some more headcanons about him and a trans masc partner? Some wholesome fluffy ones please?

Bane x FTM reader

Headcanons

A shorty, since I’ve already posted most of my headcanons for this in part 1 :3c

Read part 1 here

The huge size difference means cuddling with Bane can be challenging at times. By that I mean, he rolls over at night and completely smushes you at times. Hes also the default big spoon when you cuddle, since you hang on his back like a small backpack when you do it.

This also means you lay on top of him a lot, imagine almost the scene in my neighbor totoro, except Bane is carefully reading a book as you scroll on your phone.

The times where he gets to lay with his head on your chest he just melts when you cradle him. You can’t really run your fingers through his hair most days, but Bane would turn into a puddle if you rubbed the back of his neck and massaged the sore muscles there.

Knows a whole lot about massages, since most of his muscles get sore from everything he does. Expect Bane to know how to turn you into melted butter with that skill. He also appreciates it when you try to massage him back, even if your hands are strong enough most times.

He wears the mask pretty much all the time, even when he sleeps or hes in the shower. It always gets a good cackle out of you to see him in casual clothes, just walking around in his mask and some funny print t-shirt and a pair of heart boxers.

Wouldn’t care if you preferred to sleep with or without a shirt on, depending on your dysphoria, all that matters to him is your comfort. Would get you some for different weather though if you did.

The kinda guy to wear a pride pin if you a comfortable with that. Who needs cops at pride when you got Bane? The bats are also there, and most other rogues honestly, they’re all parts of the fruit basket.

Would beat up a transphobe as stated before, but would also do some kind of psychological warfare on them because he’s smart enough to do that. You very much harm his image as a big scary bad guy, since its so clear to everyone there that he’s actually a great guy outside of, you know, everything else.

You visit him in Arkham whenever he’s locked up, the guards know to expect you. They learned pretty quickly to treat you with respect, since the ones that didn’t ended up… missing. Bane is happy to sit and listen to you talk about the boring aspects of your day when you visit.

You’ve dealt with the bats enough for them to be on first name basis with you. If you are on testosterone and got them from Bane, then they’ll supply them when he’s locked up. They’d do it when he isn’t too, but Bane likes supplying them for you.

You’ve convinced the bats to wait before taking Bane back to Arkham so you guys can go on a date or just watch a movie together. And depending on what he’s done, they’re likely to let it happen, you two are getting observed the entire time though.

[toulousewayne]

Catching Strays Pt:1 🐈‍⬛💎✨

Red Hood x male!reader who’s a cat burglar with a similar M.O. to Catwoman who’s on a crime spree.

Summary:Your a Cat Burglar who’s dressed similarly to Catwoman. You enjoy the thrill of the chase.

—————

“I don't know about you, Miss Kitty, but I feel so much yummier.”

Red Hood stood perched on a rooftop overlooking the Gotham Bay. He sighed and leaned against the wall.

“Someone seems bored.” Oracle’s smug voice filled his ear com. He lowered his head toward the bustling streets below.

“Yeah well the same week the Bat takes a trip out of town, the crime goes along with him.” He grapples several building down the street until he can see a row of prestigious jewelry stores and clothing stores.

“It’s not everyday Batman and Catwoman get to team up to take on a drug lord in Paris. I heard it’s nice this time of year.” She teased.

“Barf.” He jumped down several feet onto a nearby rooftop. “Well if that’s the case I may as well call it a night—“

“Too slow, silent alarm just went off at jewelers at your location. Ruby’s.” Red Hood looked at the store across from him and grappled down to it.

———

A few minutes before 🐈‍⬛✨

A figure leaps and jumps throughout the Gotham City rooftops. The leap to a larger building and quickly ascends it using claws and acrobatic movements to gracefully pull themselves up to the rooftop. Below is Ruby’s Jewelry Store.

“To easy.” His voice purrs. He free falls down fifty stories towards the roof before using a whip to break his descend.

He looks down at the skylight and sees a security guard walk down the hallway. The thief takes his hand cuts a medium sized hole in the glass. Using his whip he lowers himself halfway into the building before removing three small pellets from his belt. He throws them and they release a blue gas the unveils red lasers. He tucks on the whip and lands on his feet a few inches from the first row of lasers.

He flips, sprints,cartwheels through the laser. Until he is in a diamond exhibit. He begins with the small diamonds putting them in a velvet bag. Next, he finds a diamond and gold necklace.

He begins to cut the glass and removes it from its display. He turns down a hallway and sprints down it until he finds himself in front of a sapphire cat statue. He lifts the glass dome over it and picks it up, unknowingly tripping an alarm.

“Shit.” He secures the statue to his belt and takes off. He finds himself in lobby where several security guards are with weapons.

“Freeze thief!” They point their pistols at him. He takes his whip and disarms them.

“Morons, if it were that easy I wouldn’t have been so quick to get out of here. Now who wants to go first?” He cracks another whip and the guards scatter.

“Pussies.” The thief climb up a pillar and onto a walkway. He jumped up to the skyline he entered and climbs up.

“Going somewhere?” A deep voice questions. He turns to see Red Hood several feet away from him.

He smirks,”And looked what the Bat drag in. Was he too busy to get me himself?” Y/n stood up from the window and eyed the man before him.

Jason drew one of his pistols from its holster. “Give me the goods, I won’t break your hands.”

“That’s kinda hot Big Red.” The confused face Jason had under his helmet would have his brothers laughing for days. The thief used this moment of stun to leap off the roof and lasso a gargoyle and use it to make his escape.

Red Hood chased after him and the two leaped and rolled across the rooftops util Y/n landed on a moving train. Red Hood landed not so gracefully onto a car.

“Get back here!” Y/n smirked and jumped off the train. Red Hood mumbled under his breath before jumping and landed onto a rooftop.

“Gonna hand over the jewelry?”

“Gonna give me a kiss for em?” Jason began firing at him, Y/n swiftly and quickly dodged each bullet and back flipped off the roof. Red Hood walked to the ledge to on then be yanked off himself.

Y/n crouched before him as Red Hood used one hand to hold his full body weight up from falling 75 stories to Gotham’s streets.

“You little—“

“I’m Stray.”

Red Hood scoffed, “Well Stray, how about I send you to the pound for bad little thieves.” Stray eyed his hand before grinning down at the man.

“Y’know Big Red I’d love to watch you get flustered tonight but I’m late?”

Y/n stretched and felt his side before looking around till he looked at Red Hood how had the cat statue in his free hand.

“Looking for this?” Stray hissed at him before an alarm on his watch buzzed.

“You can keep it Red, I’ll be back for it.” He cartwheel down the ledge before leaping off it and using his whip to glide from rooftop to rooftop.

——-

“Sounds like you had a thrilling night.” Roy laughed to himself while feeding Lian apples. They were on video chat on Jason’s laptop. Jason tossed his jacket on a nearby bench and grabbed a beer from his fridge.

“It was anything but fun Harper,” he took another sip before sitting it down and watching the screen. Lian was stuffing her face with apples and yet still kept a tight grip on her chocolate milk.

“I think someone wants Uncle Jay’s grilled cheese.” Jason let a smile slip. “Now we both know it you that wants that.”

“I plead the fifth.” Roy replied. Jason stretched and glanced at his gear and cellphone on the table.

“Any idea who he is, or why he’s picking up where Catwoman would normally go?”

Jason took a few short steps and took his cellphone before dialing a number.

“Let’s find out,shall we?”

———

Stray slip throw the window. A choir of meows and soft purrs welcome him home. “Hello,nice of you to welcome me.” A black cat purrs and circles his legs.

“I’m going.” He opens a cabinet and pulls out several cans of tuna and opens them.

“Here you go.” The three cats run and begin to eat from the cans.

“Spoiled brats.” He sighs and places his bag down on a worn out soft. He checks his watch and again and huffs as he crosses the small studio to a dresser and peels off his suit stuffing it in a drawer under his bed. He opens a door and enter the small bathroom, he quickly gets into the shower.

Several moments later he emerges with a towel around his waist and grabs open a drawer from his dress and puts on his clothes.

He puts on eyeliner and tugs on a jacket, he stuffs his keys into his pocket and leaves the apartment through the front door.

———

He rushes inside the club and puts down his bag and jacks behind the bar. The club is packed and the other two girls at the bar are running around take orders, taking payments and cleaning up for the next few customers.

“You’re late again Y/n.” A girl with a dark pixie cut grins pour three shots of fire ball and passing it to a man who hands her a fifty.

He grins, and grabs a rag tossing it onto his shoulder. “Y’know the train is still back up on fifth and Seventh.”

She shrugs and grabs a trap and places a few drinks on it. The other girl with a blonde bun comes back with several empty and half drunk glasses sets it down before grabbing two bottles.

“You sure you weren’t going to see a guy?”

Y/n rolls his eyes and hands two beers to a young man. “Don’t kid yourself Stella, I’m laying low.”

The two women share a look before laughing and going back to work.

“Yeah well just try to let us know that you’re running late, Mr. Cobblepot was looking for you earlier. Something about a meeting up in his office.” Y/n cussed to himself taking a tray and several glasses with a bottle of Whiskey.

He rushed into the office as Black Mask and Penguin held a stare off.

“Sorry for late arrival Mr. Cobblepot, I got caught-“

“Nevermind that Lad, so this nice gentleman and his friends out. There just leaving wasn’t ya?”

Black Mask’s fist are in a tight grip as he gets to his feet. “Yeah, this place is started to smell like a fish market.” He throws a twenty on the tray Y/n’s holding. “Keep the tip kid.”

He leaves with his goons and it’s just Y/n and Penguin. Penguin poor himself a glass of Scotch and sighs.

“Kid, I don’t what took so bloody long, but I’ll let it slide this one time. Now get the fuck out of my office.” He barked while rubbing his temple. Y/n made himself scarce and finished the rest of his shift until early the next morning when the Lounge closed.

———-

“I can’t believe you got your ass handed to you.” Jason reloaded his pistols and walked away from the goons he just beat up from a robbery. He gets on his motorcycle and races down the street.

“Y’know come from the same person who got mind controlled from a plant, I don’t see how you’re in any position to talk.” He turned down a busy street earning several honks from oncoming drivers.

“Low blow little wing, low blow.”

Jason grumbles to himself as he races down the road turning onto a main intersection and flies further into the city.

“Hood, I think I found your cat burglar. Sending the location now.” Oracle’s voice filled his ear for the hundredth time tonight.

“He’s not getting away tonight.” He barreled down the street toward the location on his bike.

“Good luck little wing.” Nightwing sang in his ear before Red Hood switched his com offline. He looks up and stops in the alleyway. He grapples up the building until he finds a window with a cutout on the 54th floor.

He enters quickly and draws his gun. “Here kitty kitty kitty. Here boy?” He scans the room until he finds a door cracked open down the hallway of an office building.

He creeps down the corridor and pushes open the door. It’s an office and at the desk his Stray taking pictures of different files and paperwork.

“I don’t think the owner would take kindly to you snooping.”

Stray’s head shoots up and he grins.” I see you missed me.”

“Unlikely.” He strolls over to him and grabs his wrist prying the camera from his hand.

“What are you doing,give that back?”

“Not till you tell me why you’re here, then I’m dropping your ass off at jail.”

Stray smirked taking his free hand and lightly dragging his claw down Red Hood’s helmet. “You’ve been thinking about my ass?”

Red Hood stuttered,”That’s not—I’m not thinking—“

“Shush.” The two stand still as footsteps and men can be heard from the hallway.

“Find em, I know someone’s here!”

Stray and Red Hood looked at each other before Red Hood dragged him by the hand towards the door.

“If you think about escaping I’ll shoot your knee caps out.”

Stray playful grinned. “Whatever you say.” Red Hood looked around the corner and a group of goons with assault rifles searched the floor. One turned around and spotted him and began firing.

“Your dead rat!” And soon the rest began to fire. Red Hood pulled stray further into the room. There was only one way out and it was being fired out.

“You’re bleeding.” Red Hood glanced down at his arm and turned back toward the door. “Just a flesh wound, we’ve kinda got bigger fish to fry.”

Stray took off his backpack and took out a can of tear gas. “Get ready to run red. He tossed it out the room and the goons shouted before a small explosion rocked the building.

“What kinda tear gas?” Stray took Red Hood’s arm and pulled him out the room. They ran through the office filled with smoke. They pushed open a door and bolted up the stairs.

“Are you trying to get us killed?” Stray pushed open the door to the rooftop before sticking wood under the door.

He began to run with Red Hood not far behind. He looked at the door which was being kicked down.

“Jump.” Red Hood snapped his head toward him. “The fuck are you trying to accomplish?” Not waiting for a response he pulled Red Hood down with him and the two fall several stories until the landed on a moving train.

“And that’s how you get out of that.” Red Hood sat up from falling on his back.

“I’m going to kill you.”

Stray blew him a kiss getting to a crouching position. “You’re very welcome.”

The train came to a halt and Stray jumped off the train car on top of rooftop and Red Hood went after him.

“Hey,stop!” Stray turns to him with his arm crossed.

“What is it now?” Red Hood grabbed him.

“You nearly got us shot up, did you think I wasn’t serious about taking you in?”

Stray grinned,” I wanna see what’s underneath that helmet, I bet I really just get under your skin don’t I?”

“I will shoot you, I don’t care.” He warned.

Stray yawned. “So you want that looked at or you could get an infection?”

Jason was ready to snap him in half. For whatever reason Stray knew how you just irritate him like nothing he had experienced before.

“I have a guy.”

Stray looked hurt, “Damn, I thought I was special.” He began to walk toward the edge of the building. “Come in red I don’t bite. Much.” He whispered the last part.

He jumped and for whatever reason that was yet unknown to him Red Hood followed jumping onto a fire escape. He entered the apartment and turned to see three different cats.

“Are you so kinda Catwoman cultist?” Stray returned from wherever he was with a me medkit.

“Ha ha, funny. Take off the jacket and armor it’s not doing you much favors.”

“I’d have to remove my helmet, I don’t think I want to do that.”

Stray placed his hand on his hips.” Then continue to bleed but you’re not getting it all over my apartment.

Jason looked at his arm and while it did hurt the bleeding hadn’t stopped either.

“Fuck me.” Stray grinned as his removed his helmet and pulled it off. He pouted though when he saw the red mask covering Jason’s face.

“Who knew the big bad Red Hood was a looker.” He took out supplies as Red Hood began to removed his jacket and armor.

“Just hurry up.” He hissed at the pain in his arm. He could see that it was not a flesh wound and was shot in his arm.

Stray peeled off his cowl and goggles and began to clean the wound.

“Don’t get to excited, you’re still not off the hook.” Red Hood hissed when Stray began to clean the wound.

“You don’t trust easily.”

“I don’t trust anyone, what’s your point?”

“Nothing at all Red. Hold still this is gonna hurt.”

“Your enjoying this aren’t you?”

Stray grinned taking his arm and began to remove the bullet. “Red you sure know how to show a fella a good time.”

“Fuck my life.” Red Hood groaned.

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Before The Great Fall|| Jason Todd (Robin) × No reader gender

Summary: You and Jason have become friends because you have a habit of walking around the city at night and Robin has a habit of taking you home.

Warnings: Comfort, teenage Jason Todd, slight flirting (The relationship is much more of a friendship), English is not my native language.

(DC masterlist)

"Where are you going so late?" A sudden voice said, making you stop abruptly and look up, trying to find its speaker, Robin. You wondered if Batman forced him to train that voice, it was so distinctive.

"Aren't you too young to be walking alone so late?" You hadn't found him yet, but now he seemed to be coming from a different, closer place. You turned your head in various directions trying to find him. "Aren't you too young to go out at night to beat up criminals?" You retorted, already frustrated by his behavior, wondering if he was going to show up.

"I'm here" Jason was enjoying how lost you looked. Before you had a chance to locate him, he dashed to your side, you turned away abruptly at the sudden appearance, the boy laughed, it was something that never lost its funny "It's never too early to start fighting crime" His voice tried to copy some kind of charm, the kind seen in movies. Now it was your turn to laugh. "If you say so," you shrugged, finding Jason's behavior hilarious.

Your reaction confused him, had you liked it? He dismissed the question with a shake of his head. "So... where are you going?" You thought about giving him an acid answer, but gave up because of how interested he seemed. "Flat tire," you said with a sigh of defeat. Jason's gaze fell on the bicycle you were carrying next to your body. It was so old that he wondered if it had really worked before the flat tire. You raised an eyebrow as you realized how much he was staring at the object in your hand.

The vigilante grabbed your bike and turned the other way. Your eyes followed the scene with attention and displeasure. "Are you going home" He answered your silent question, receiving a roll of the eyes from you. "There's no crime going on? Do you really need to keep an eye on me?" You haven't moved an inch.

"It's Gotham, it probably is" He shrugged simplistically "But tonight this is my area and if you're in it, I have to make sure you're safe" You didn't want to go home, but there was no point in arguing with Robin or he'd win, or his defeat wouldn't matter and you'd do as he said. You let out a sigh before hurrying to catch up with him. "If some super villain is following you and I'm about to die tonight, I hope you die with me," you complained walking alongside him, Robin laughed.

The two of you walked in silence. Now that you no longer had to look around, you let your thoughts take over, but Robin snapped you out of it by asking, "Where were you going so late?" You rolled your eyes at how insistent he could be. A stupid grin took over your face as you said, "I was going after crime, I'm..." You couldn't think of a hero's name fast enough to complete your joke.

"If you're a crime fighter, you'll lack appropriate attire" He looked you up and down, and you found his insinuation a little offensive. " Said Robin in his underwear," you whispered, but it didn't go unnoticed by him, who pushed you slightly with his body. His first choice of look hadn't been the best, whatever, Couldn't you forget that?

"I'm just kidding," you said when you noticed the boy's new bad mood, but your voice still sounded provocative. It was your favorite pastime to get on the vigilante's nerves.

"Answer my question" You rolled your eyes. "You're very nosy, don't you think?" Before he had a chance to respond, you added, "I didn't have an exact destination, I just went out to think for a while." Robin's eyes went down to your hands and the anxious way you waved them.

He hated the way that whenever things got bad at home, you left for Gotham without considering the dangers. He wanted to say something comforting about your family situation, but he knew you'd only get uncomfortable and try to change the conversation.

"You shouldn't do that, it's dangerous," Jason scolded you, even though he knew it wouldn't change your attitude. You couldn't walk around the city thinking that he would always show up to save you in any situation, you only believed that because it was what had been happening for months.

"Why not? That's how we met, you should be grateful to finally have some friends" You returned to your amused tone. He narrowed his eyes at how astute you were at changing the topic, but decided to let it go.

"You're not part of my personal life, why do you always assume that I don't have any other friends?" The answer came out in a monotone, he didn't know why he was still trying to fight you. "Who would want to be friends with a boy who goes out at night to fight crime? That's a sign of insanity to me," you said as if it were obvious.

"I don't think you understand the meaning of secret identity" He used his free hand to point at the mask covering his face, and you decided not to answer him.

The journey went smoothly, soon you'd be home. Jason thought you wouldn't say anything the whole way, but you did. "Do you think there's any chance of me getting out of Gotham?" The way you looked at him surprised Jason, like someone who thought he really had the answer to everything.

"Maybe, well, do you really want that?" The way his voice sounded more natural didn't go unnoticed by you. "I wish, but it seems that no one can escape Gotham, really escape." The simplicity of your speech made your lack of hope evident.

"Gotham has the lowest real estate prices in the region" Jason justified the phenomenon. You raised an eyebrow, expecting something more motivating from him, shouldn't he be a hero?

"You can be the one to change that" That was the wittiest and most realistic thing he could say, you accepted it gladly, at least he had tried.

"At least, if I stay, you'll have some friends" You brushed aside the seriousness of the conversation, not prepared to deal with it. He laughed quickly, with no chance to retort before he heard a call in his ear. You recognized the tension in his face, knowing there was some crime going on nearby.

"I'm in." You caught his attention, pointing your head towards your apartment, which was just ahead of you. "You can go." You took his bike and continued on your way. "Be careful, Robin." You shouted without bothering to look back, knowing he wasn't there.

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This writing is intended to imitate those movies in which the characters just walk around while having a dynamic and intimate conversation. I hope you enjoy the relationship I build with Jason.