#hili.drabbles

[nyadami]

Sometimes Jason has empty days, when everything is blank and honestly, he couldn’t be bothered if he dies or lives. Nothing is enough to fill the void in his chest, not ‘friends’, not ‘family’ and certainly not Bruce. 

He smokes and thinks that maybe, just maybe there really was something magical in being Robin, he can still remember the electrifying feeling of being alive, so very alive his heart had almost ached.

Jason stands on top of a skyscraper, gazing down with bleak blue eyes as he flicks the butt of his cigarette and watches it fall, wondering just who would reach the pavements first if he would jump right now. 

Days like this, he feels much like this cigarette, used and burnt away.

[nanasensei]

Part 3 / ?* 

YuuMika || As time passes, Mika grows colder, all Yuu needs is his love.

*parts can be read separately 

Mika is silent again.

It’s been happening more and more often recently, he’d sit there, quiet and unmoving, staring into nothing and frankly scaring the living hell out of Yuu. 

He’s thinking, at least it’s what Mika tells him whenever he snaps him out of it. Just thinking, nothing serious, why are you being silly over it Yuu? Why indeed. Maybe because when Mika is being that way, frozen like a beautiful porcelain statue, he seems further away from humanity than ever, further from him.

Not that he’s himself fully human, but that’s not the point really. The point is, and always was, wanting to see Mika smile, being happy-- safe. He feels empty when he’s that way, like he’s not even there anymore, like he had passed on without Yuu noticing and left him behind. Alone.

My feelings for Yuu are still here. Mika said that and yet.. sometimes Yuu can’t help but wonder, what happens when the time comes and Mika has nothing left inside? What then? What would he do? He’d stay with Mika of course, he would never dream of leaving him behind, even if it means certain death, nothing in this world can separate them again. But... 

He doesn’t know how to live in a world where Mika doesn’t love him anymore. He doesn’t know how to say it, so as always, he simply doesn’t. Instead he comes over to Mika, he touches his blonde curls and cups his cheek, leaning down for a soft peck on the lips, lingering just a moment and hoping for the warmth of it to be enough to break the spell Mika is under.

As it happens, it does, today at least. 

Mika stirs and looks up, deep red eyes gaining bits of light when their gazes meet and he smiles, it’s small but it’s there, relief boils through his veins with such intensity that he shudders, he smiles back.

“Hey” he murmurs, hand sliding down to Mika’s neck, stroking to his nape and giving it a light squeeze “Do you want dinner?” he asks with a hint of playfulness in it, he’s delighted to see Mika’s eyes widen and dart to his neck before softening and...darkening. He sees the way Mika swallows, fangs flashing as he licks his dry lips. He dwells only a moment before giving a whispered Yes.

That’s all Yuu needs, the Mika who needs him. 

Mika who is warm, soft and loving-- his Mika.

No matter what form they take, no matter how far away from humanity they drift, as long as he can have Mika’s love, he can pull through anything.

-comes crushing 3 yea rs late r- H I ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

[nyadami]

BruJay || Hurt/Comfort  || wc: 460

                                             …..·• •·….

Sometimes when Jason is all beat up and bloody, exhausted to the point of feeling nothing but the void suffocating him, he allows Bruce to take care of him.

He lets Batman push him into the batmobile, ever so rough and yet ever so careful, he sits through the ride home (is it still home?)(he never knows) and lets him lead him to the shower, clothes stripped away by big, rough hands.

Bruce washes the dirt of the city off of him, the gun powder, the sweat, the blood. Jason is not fully aware, not focused enough to care, he stares at some spot of the ceiling and wonders if Alfred cleans those as well. 

Bruce dries him off with his expensive white towels, tossing them away, pinkish red with blood. Jason stirs under the penetrating, focused, analyzing look and finally meets the firm eyes of the man who calls himself a bat at nights. 

“What?” he asks, distantly “Staring much, old man” he can’t find his wits in the blue of his mind, too tired, simply too tired just about now. Bruce only grunts in response. Jason is glad for that, he wouldn’t have been able to retort smartly, not today. Not one of these days. When the hole in his chest feels more real than the pain of any physical injury. 

Instead he allows Bruce to take him to the bedroom, treat his injuries and bandage him up. He feels Bruce’s hands on his chest, pushing lightly for him to move back onto the bed and he sighs, not wanting to move anymore.

Bruce sighs too, more quietly. 

Before he knows it, he’s scooped up into strong, secure arms and placed down in a lying position, a thick, heavy blanket moved over his frame and...

“Are you tucking me in...” Jason manages a humorless laugh, looking at Bruce with eyes that can be only described as sad “....I’d kill for it as a kid, you know..” he says somewhat wistful yet so emptily still.

“I know” comes the gruff response, and nothing more, only a hand on his hair, a short stroke that feels rough and awkward but so Bruce. “Sleep, Jason.” 

Jason exhales, closing his eyes and relaxing into this, perhaps it’s not his safe haven anymore, yet he’s always been a thief and he’ll steal just a few more moments from this man, just for now.

Stay. 

Jason wants to say when Bruce’s hand moves off of his hair, feeling the short pang of panic surging at his chest, he holds his breath and doesn’t, he can’t, not really, they’re long past those familiarities. 

He doesn’t have to in the end, this time, Bruce doesn’t walk off.

He stays there, long after Jason finally dozes off.

                                             •·.··.·• •·.··.·•

[nyadami]

When dick had his long hair Damian’s favorite thing was to braid it, Kori also very much liked to braid it too,,,,braid trains with the three of them were definitely a thing and no one can tell me otherwise

Well technically Dick never had a long hair while Damian was around but— let’s amuse ourselves. 

- - - - - 

It’s been a few months since Dick stopped cutting his hair, it’s already reaching beneath his shoulders, growing in extraordinary speed.

Some might wonder if it’s a mullet come back, or worse. 

Jason calls it a phase, Tim says that Dick just has a crisis after being called typical, normal looking handsome man by some woman. 

Bruce and Alfred say nothing, they saw worse and the girls just giggle (well, Cass silently rolls her eyes.) 

But Damian….? Damian loves it.

Dick’s hair is night black, long and silky– when it’s brushed, that is.

Usually it’s wild and almost curly, especially if he doesn’t dry it before going to sleep, which is almost always.

It takes a lot of insults and jabbing comments from Damian (’Your hair looks ridiculous, Grayson.’ and ‘have you heard of a brush before?’ and ‘You look like an animal with it -tt-.’) before Damian finally gives in into the urge– he comes to Dick with a brush and a determination in his eyes.

It’s a bit of a struggle and a low of howling of pain from Dick’s side but soon enough Damian stands behind him and brushes his hair, satisfied focus written all over his tense small face as he makes order in the mane-like mess on Dick’s hair. 

It becomes a bit of a personal tradition in time, Damian would occasionally come and brush Dick’s hair– and the older man would let him, laughing and saying “I’m not a barbie, you know?” and “I’m not Titus, go groom him” but he still lets him.

It’s Kori’s idea to braid Dick’s hair, or more like, accidental comment that sparks the idea in Damian’s head.

“Remember the braids you’d get in the tower when you had that funny haircut of yours?” she giggles when Dick, Damian and Tim come over the tower to assist with a mission. 

Damian’s eyes narrow– it’s annoying but it’s an idea.

Next time– he braids Dick’s hair. Or at least he tries to, Jason is in tears when he sees the result, choking out “You’re so pretty Dickie” and holding onto the refrigerator to not fall over laughing.

[nyadami]

Thor being mature and seeing things he did not before is honestly melting me because imagine when Thor sees Loki doing something that at first look seems to be bad, even spiteful but when he stops to think he realizes that Loki is simply being hurt, or insecure, or maybe needs a validating hug-- and he gives that. 

Because Thor has no issues giving affection, he only had an issue understanding when such needed in the past. And now he can tell it far better-- and there’s nothing more satisfying than seeing Loki’s angry facial expression break into confusion and melt into something else entirely--something embarrassed and almost shy. 

If only he had known this before, so many things might have been different... alas-- he cannot change the past, he’s only glad he knows this now.

Thor laughs and squeezes Loki tighter against his chest.

[nyadami]

Consider this; quick thorki drabble

When things calm down (I’m bluntly ignoring the post credits scene/trailer) and Thor remembers the whole Actors!Thor/Loki scene happening-- he so will tease Loki to no end over it.

----

“You’ve missed me so much, Brother?” he asks with a wide grin, eye narrowed shrewdly “It seems that you had.” he concludes after a moment, endlessly pleased with Loki’s lack of response “Otherwise.. why would you amuse yourself in such ways?” he winks at him and laughs when Loki launches at him, dagger materializing halfway through, fully intending to stab him it seems.

“Easy” he half laughs, catching Loki’s wrist with a firm hold and twisting it. The dagger falls onto the floor with a loud ringing sound, as easily as it would have been to make a child drop something he shouldn’t be holding. 

“You wouldn’t actually want to stab me, would you?” Then, in an afterthought, he adds “Well you most likely do, but I don’t, so...” his eyebrows are raised and the look he gives Loki is both infuriating but somehow charming, he’s too confident.

“I hate you.” Loki bursts at last, stomping his feet against the floor in a flare of frustration, realizing too late that he’s acting childish, ridiculous even, when he sees the victory in Thor’s blue eye, and he hates it all the more. 

“I really hate you.” he tries to add as much meaning to it, make that smile flinch away and twist, turn dark and cloudy but alas... it doesn’t seem to work anymore, Thor simply pulls him closer, firm against his chest.

“I love you too” it’s all Thor says, it’s all he has to say to win. 

Ever since Thor had discovered his weakness, his one failing, the one thing that can utterly break the trickster god and make him do as the other wished-- he’s been abusing that power. 

Loki can’t even say he hates it-- which in turn frustrates him all the more.

[nyadami]

dickdami + 'he's asking about you'? plus any other lines you wanna add i guess!

“He’s asking about you.”

DickDami / Dick + Damian || 98% Tim and Barbara gossiping 2% Damian being cranky  || wc: 824

The family is very concerned, you see. >:D

                                             …..·• •·….

The atmosphere in the family is tenser than usually, bynow everyone had noticed the sharp decline in Dick’s visits to the mansion,Gotham didn’t get a visit from Nightwing in months as well. At first everyoneassumes it’s somehow related to Bruce, perhaps yet another disagreement orfight. That theory is refuted when Nightwing and Batman solve a mutual case in Metropolis,helping Superman together without any apparent issue with pairing up.

It leaves the family to wonder yet again over the issueat hand, because by now it’s painfully obvious that Dick is avoiding Gotham atall costs. It’s Tim who first points out a pattern. “He never shows up whenDamian is there” he tells Barbara, warming his hands on his third cup ofcoffee. “Think about it, even the times he works with us, Damian is neveraround.” There’s dark circles beneath his eyes and he’s right about to faintfrom lack of sleep, but no, he still has some data to dig through.

Barbara makes a humming sound, thinking back at thelast couple of months and has to admit it “You’re actually… right, they didn’tshare a mission or even a room in months…” she looks confused “Doesn’t makesense though, the kid admires Dick” she grins a little teasingly “Maybe evenmore than you did, fanboy” she rolls her wheelchair closer to the table andgives Tim a look.

“Ugh” Tim grants, the tips of his ears warming upslightly despite being dead inside. So what if he was a bit of a fanboy,nothing wrong about that. “Maybe I was a fanboy, but Damian, he’s obsessed” hemakes a face and takes a long sip from his coffee “Or was… now that I think ofit…” he wonders “Haven’t heard him ask when ‘Grayson’ is coming in a while, youthink they had a fight?” he hates how he ends up gossiping with Barbara eventhough he seriously shouldn’t even care for this.

“Maybe but…” the redhead wonders, rubbing her chin“…It’s unlike Dick to not try and make up, right?” she raises her eyebrow“Besides it looks like Dick is the one avoiding him, not the other way around, hmn.”She’s curious now, actually intrigued to know the answer. There’s the sound offootsteps and what a wonder, Damian enters the kitchen with a perfect timing, afirm frown set.

“Drake, don’t you have your own place to work at?” heasks, showing his cranky morning mood straight away, he doesn’t have anythingto tell Barbara so he just makes another granting sounds, huffing through hisnose as he passes the pair, eyeing them with suspicion before opening the refrigeratorand grabbing a water bottle.

Both Barbara and Tim pass looks, it’s Barbara who takesthe initiative, eyes narrowing and face suspiciously neutral. “Hey Damian” shesays, not intimidated by the grumpy look she receives in return “Dick beenasking about you” she says, noticing from the corner of her eye how Tim’s mouthopens and shuts. She doesn’t have to add any more than this, the reactionis…pretty easy to read.

Damian’s dark expression is broken in an instant and heblinks, turquoise eyes growing wider and lips parting to form a little ‘o’shape, he seems almost hopeful, almost like he’s been waiting for any sign fromDick, even this small. The moment is short lived and it passes almost instantly,he covers up the crack in his invisible wall by wearing a much more stoicfacial expression, furrowing his eyebrows in annoyance.

“Tell Grayson that he can talk to me rather than hidinglike a coward.” He snaps proudly, raising his chin higher and turns to leavethe room, it seems like he did want to hear more but was simply too proud toask. Both hear the loud “TT” sound and the unusually loud footsteps. He’sworked up, that much both detectives can conclude.

She turns to Tim and whistles “Whoa there” she says,amazed “So Boy Wonder is actually avoiding Robin” her eyes seem to gleam withcuriosity “Don’t you want to figure this mystery out?” she asks Tim in aprovocative way “For the family’s sake, of course” she adds in self-defense yetno shame.

Tim just drinks his coffee, looking so damn donebecause he has one hundred things on his head and Damian’s issues are seriouslynot one he wants to focus on right now… Though… He has to admit, he is a littlecurious, what sort of a horrible thing Damian could have done to drive awayeven the most stubborn family man there is. He can imagine lots of things, butthis is not one of them. After all, Dick even forgave Bruce for everything he everdone for the sake of the job.

“Of course” hegrumbles at last, putting his empty coffee cup down “For the family.”

He needs another cup, or ten.

                                             •·.··.·• •·.··.·•

[nyadami]

Please, please PLEASE can you do “You don’t have to worry, I’m never going to touch you.” with DickDami? Please I need the angst and recovery

Arranged marriage AU

“You don’t have to worry, I’m never going to touch you.”

DickDami || semi-nsfw || unspecified age || wc: 1384                          extra notes in the end!

Sorry buddy, no angst but– enjoy anyways ㆆᴗㆆ

                                               …..·• •·….

To say that Richard son of Gray was astounded would be a vast understatement.

Here he is on his wedding night, before him lies his presumed wife-to-be, true identity exposed.

“You’re a…boy?” he asks in a confused raspy voice, still hovering above the smaller body. A pair of confused blue eyes meets with emerald green before the boy breaks the eye contact with a huff, staring away with an angry flush on his tanned cheeks, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed into a thin line.

“So what?” the boy asks bluntly, defiant undertones mixing with his accent.

It’s not at all what Richard had expected while finally removing the fancy coverings off his little wife’s head. He had never met her before, it being an arranged marriage and all, he could only guess and let his imagination run wild. He was pleased to see her being tiny though, and spent the whole wedding trying to imagine her, the color of her eyes and hair, the shape of her lips, nose and face. He was curious, impatient even when they had finally gotten into the bedroom—and then this.

“So what…?” He repeats after the boy, eyeing him, noticing the high cheek bones and the straight little nose. It’s not that he’s against pretty boys, even had some experience with a few, it’s just that… “…how old are you?” he questions, thinking that he looks very young and besides “… I was supposed to marry a woman, Amala..?” he drags the name, narrowing his eyes. “No, you don’t look like an Amala to me, nor a woman.” he states at last and moves back, getting off the bed.

“You don’t have to worry” he sighs out “I’m not going to touch you” he runs a hand through his hair and sighs again, unconsciously phasing across the big bedroom. He’s wondering what on earth he’s supposed to do next. Officially—he’s married this boy—it’s not like it’s illegal or anything. It is trickery from the other family’s side, but again, it’s not like it didn’t happen before in this country. He’d be offered to simply marry again if he’s not satisfied “Oh god” he shakes his head, one ‘wife’ is enough, thank you.

Richard stops and turns to look at the boy again, he’s just lying there and frowning, arms crossed and looking more pissed off than anything else. “What is your name?” he’d ask at last, stepping closer to the bed again “Do you even belong to the Al Ghul family?” he has to ask this, if he’s not an Al Ghul, even a distant relative could work, then this whole marriage is in vain. All the benefits his adoptive family had hoped to achieve would mean nothing if he does not marry an Al Ghul as he was meant to.

Arranged marriage wasn’t really his thing to begin with, he’d marry some cute redhead from the town if it was up to him. His adoptive family however, saw differently and insisted. He didn’t feel like he’s in the position to argue, not after all they’ve done for him, they took an orphaned child and gave him a home.

But now? Now he wonders if maybe he should have at least insisted on seeing his ‘bride’ despite tradition.

“I am Damian Al Ghul” comes the aristocratic response, followed by an annoyed “You fool” along with a sound that sounds like a “tt”.

“You should be grateful I had chosen you” the boy, Damian continues. “Amala is practically a servant girl” he snorts, hardly recognizing her blood right. His eyes narrow as he stares up at this Son of Gray, he’s not all bad looking if he’d only wipe off that stupid facial expression of his, he’ll suffice.

“Mother is going to be furious when she discovers” he informs the man, lips twisted in a wicked smile “I hope that you’re prepared” he says that with a calm voice, no trace of regret for obviously getting Richard in a whole other level of trouble.

Richard pales, before him lies not just any Al Ghul, but the heir of the whole family, Damian Al Ghul, who for some reason decided to replace his wife-to-be and marry him on her behalf.

“What the—“ his words are cut short with a sudden kiss, he didn’t even see the boy moving, and yet he’s here, kissing him with evident lack of experience but with all too much determination “—ngh, wait—wait.” He holds his shoulders and moves him away “What are you doing?” he asks, wide eyed, cheeks reddened from the sudden, shameless assault.

“We are married, are we not?” the boy stares right back at him, on a second look however, Richard must admit that he’s more of a teen than a boy, just small. “Mustn’t you fulfil your duties?” he prompts him, he’s looking both annoyed and amused but also somehow…short tempered, impatient?

Richard can’t help but get a nagging suspicion…

“….You’re trying to seal this marriage.” he realizes, holding the teen’s shoulders and keeping some distance between them “…why?” he questions firmly, staring into his eyes to find the answers. “Did you run away from home?” he raises an eyebrow, thinking that for a teen rebellion it’s a bit…extreme.

“Don’t be silly, it’s not too late to cancel this whole—argh” he grants in pain when the teen breaks his hold and grabs his cloth, tugging forcefully, making him fall on top of himself.

“—what are you—you little…“ Richard pushes himself off of the teen, staring down at him, hair ruffled and eyes narrowed. He’s about to give him a piece of his mind but is cut again by another kiss, even more determined than the previous one. “Nnhh…” he flinches, a taste of copper filling his mouth, the brat had bitten him, accidental or not—it still pisses him off.

It pisses him off but he’s still just a man, when Damian slides his hands into his hair and holds onto it, he can hardly deny it feeling nice. It’s a bit of a weakness, everyone has those, mind you. “Mn…” his eyes closes and he reluctantly gives into the kiss, if only to calm this boy down and prevent him from using so much force, and more importantly teeth.

Richard leans in and kisses him properly, taking the lead back to himself as he moves their lips in a much slower phase, with much more fraction. To his surprise it doesn’t take more than a few seconds for the little angry teen to still, study this new phase and start mimicking him, making the kiss so much nicer than before. “Ha…” Richard breathes out, lips twitching in a hint of a smile.

He leans back enough to look down at the teen, blinking at the sight of flushed cheeks, finding himself thinking that he’s actually pretty cute. “…You still didn’t answer m—“ he’s cut off again, small hands tugging him back down. He should have expected this, this boy seems adamant about not allowing him to speak another word about the topic. He feels like he shouldn’t be surprised as well when he kisses him and it’s softer, much more like the kiss he himself just showed him. He seems like a fast learner. Not that he should be thinking of that right now, it’s a much burning matter to stop and return this runaway prince back…

“Enough already” Damian snaps, voice commanding and impatient. “Focus on me” he demands, hands twisting into fists in the longish black hair and tugging onto it.

Damian’s eyes drill holes into him, cheeks flushes, lips damp—he’s attractive. Richard tries to focus, he could swear on that, but when he’s pulled one last time into a kiss—he can’t resist. He licks his lips out of habit, finding them to be full and delicious, he freezes though, when he hears a small, surprised “Ah” from beneath him. He grins. So this little prince can get flustered too, huh?

He knows he shouldn’t be feeling so smug, so satisfied by the idea, he should be moving off and getting out but—he really can’t help it, he’ll play a little—especially since this marriage seems more and more unavoidable—he’d think about how screwed he is later, after he deals with this oddly adorable, bad mannered brat in his bed.

                                               •·.··.·• •·.··.·•

While it’s open to the imagination, I wrote the following with this in thought:

Damian is older than 14 & younger than 16

Dick is older than 24 & younger than 30

AU setting is a non-modern world 

[nyadami]

Consider Jason waiting impatiently for any undercover mission with Bruce, he absolutely loves it, especially when Bruce’s persona is some badass mafioso. 

Bruce is so committed to his roles that while in-character he wouldn’t even raise an eyebrow over things he’d usually frown and scold Jason over. Jason can act as freely as he likes, cursing, intimidating thugs in his name, lighting his cigars and even smoking himself for the sake of his own ‘role’. 

He loves the game, it’s way too much fun. He finds himself oddly attracted to this darkness he knows Bruce has inside, it shows so much more clearly through this persona than through Batman or Bruce Wayne. It’s way too interesting-- he wants to see more of it--it’s almost addictive to play this little game.

[nyadami]

Fricken predictable coffee shop AU where Jason is the scowly barista who hasn't been fired bc he's good at making coffee. Bruce always comes in talking on his phone so Jason writes/draws obscene things on his order, but one day Bruce comes in off the phone and asks what was with the elaborate bat-penis-man drawing and Jason wants to hide. That leads them on a date

You’ve made me smile, congratulations

It’s been a couple of years since I last touched the most classic of them all, Coffee shop au. 

…..·• •·….

Jason was lowkey pissed with this rich guy since day #1, customers that don’t even lower the phone to take the order or worse, keep talking on the phone while still taking the order are the absolute worst. So sure, first time he wrote his name, Bruce was it? He hardly even remembers by now– but the second time this guy came in, still holding his phone and talking? No way. 

He scribbled a nasty name and hanged it to the man with a mean deadpan, not even caring they would lose a customer or he’d get scolded, again. To his surprise the rich guy returns the next morning, still talking some business and ordering his usual morning coffee. 

This time around Jason adds a drawing along with another insulting name, hanging it with a stoic facial expression, wondering how on earth he didn’t notice the obvious dick on his cup, he pays and walks out. 

It repeats, daily, and Jason grows more and more creative with his drawings and names– it became a sort of challenge, to see how far he can go and the man not noticing. He can’t believe it lasted as long as it did, he almost grew to believe the game would never end until one day– it does.

He makes his usual morning coffee before the man even comes to the cafe shop, drawing a very detailed bat-penis-man (don’t ask) and leaving it on the counter just in time for the man to enter. 

Expect this time he’s not on the phone and to Jason’s dismay he hears a familiar “Excuse me?” he turns to look at the man, polishing a cup with too much strength. The man is looking at the cup, at his drawing with a slightly arched eyebrow. “What’s with those elaborated drawings?” he would ask, eyes narrowing and (oh god) a little amused smirk playing on his lips.

He wants to hide. He never expected to get embarrassed, usually he doesn’t give a flying fuck but something about the way this man looks at him, calm and amused, makes it different. “That’s…uh…” he starts, drop sweating because jesus, did he always have those intense blue eyes or is it just the lack of sleep fucking with his eye sight? “…you were a dick, that’s why” he blurts out bluntly, cheeks warming up. 

“Is that so” the man laughs “I’m sorry then” he would place the cup down and seem to focus on Jason now. “May I ask you for a coffee as an apology then?” he asks smoothly “Oh, maybe tea” he seems to rethink, obviously considering the fact Jason making coffee all day and might not want it anymore.

Jason’s jaw drops, he stares, sort of– kinda– not following the events. Wasn’t he supposed to be mad and complain to his boss or something? Is he– “Are you asking me on a fucking date?” he asks, legit disbelieving because what the hell.

The man arches another eyebrow at the cursing but seems to be only amused by something else “I believe I do” he hums calmly “This afternoon then?” he asks, throwing a look at his clock “I’ll collect you at 18:00″ he tells him “Jason” there’s a faint hint of smirk and he takes the cup of coffee and turns to go. 

Only after he leaves does Jason move, only to see his reflection in the silver covering of the coffee machine, completely red. No wonder he was amused “Fuck” he curses, in complete loss of words. 

•·.··.·• •·.··.·•

[nyadami]

One extra thing-- following this-- there’s always aftercare after spanking.

Can be read separately though, enjooyyy :))

BruJay || 1K of aftercare ♥♥♥

                                             .....·• •·....

The first time Jason tries to deny it, tries to get up and pull his pants back on and get the fuck out because that was more overwhelming than he could have ever imagined, he didn’t plan on crying god damn it, didn’t plan on begging so desperately, didn’t plan on many things and yet ended up that way anyways.

Now he tries to get out, come back to his senses and most of all hide from Bruce because god knows he showed this man too much, more than he should have-- he tries-- but strong hands don’t allow him.

“Let me go” he grants, voice husky and still a little shaking “I wanna go” he adds, eyebrows furrowed in an attempt to look intimidating-- it doesn’t work-- his eyes are still swollen and his lips are puffy from biting down his screams-- he looks nothing but intimidating-- he looks adorable, or so Bruce secretly muses.

“No” Bruce says, voice low, soft. And it’s all he says, doesn’t try to reason with Jason or ask him if he’s okay, rather than talking he acts-- and that works better with Jason, always did. He carefully pulls Jason’s pants back on, knowing it most likely hurts him but also knows better than parade him through the mansion only in his underwear, Jason would never forgive him.

Though, he might no forgive the next part either, because what he does next gets Jason so choked up with curses none actually leave his mouth.

He picks him up, bridal style.

“Bru--” Jason chokes, eyes wide and insensitively holding onto the man’s broad shoulders. “--what are y--- stop-- no-- put me down--” his cheeks redden and he tries hitting the man, which honestly, Bruce takes like a man-- it feels more like a slap than a hit, he wonders if Jason even tries. “--Are you messing with me? Quit that-- Hey, stop, I’m telling you-- ugh.” he grants loudly, cheeks burning with shame as Bruce ignores him and just carries him upstairs, he doesn’t know what he’s trying to achieve but if it’s humiliating him-- he has a great success.

Bruce takes him to his room, putting him carefully down-- too carefully-- he thinks. “Talk, stop being creepy” he frowns because Bruce is silent, like a shadow, did he get scared of what they did? No way, he fucking came, he liked it. “Are you going to start your guilt bulshit? Just to remind you I’m an adult and I--...” his words die out when Bruce palms his cheek, brushing his hair lightly.

“No” Bruce sighs out, fingers moving over Jason’s nape and giving it a warm squeeze “I won’t” he clarifies, though there is a tiny bit of guilt in his eyes, Jason can tell. “Strip” he asks, though, it’s a command and both know it.

Jason gawks, eyes widening-- he couldn’t possibly intend to... “I can’t” he blurts, embarrassed he’s the one backing out, but for real he can’t take on Bruce’s cock right now, his ass is 50 shades of hurting. “Fuck Bruce I didn’t think you’d-- but I... uh...” he wants to fucking fall through the ground because shit, shit he feels like a child for refusing something rough but he just...

“Jason” Bruce’s voice draws his attention and he somehow calms down under this steady, blue gaze. “I want to take care of your...” there’s a slight moment in which Bruce seems to consider his words, decides to be blunt and simply says “... injuries” he’s stoic, but there’s a glint in his eyes.

This bastard is amused. Jason can’t believe it, he mutters a few curses that grant him a quiet “Language” commentary that only makes him roll his eyes “Do your worst, fuck, I don’t even care.” he says at last, getting rid of his pants and just flopping on the king sized bed. He humiliated himself so much tonight that he might as well allow this shit to happen too.

Bruce doesn’t seem to mind his dramatic flare and simply leaves the room only to return shortly after with a first aid kit, getting Jason to lie on his tummy and carefully peeling off the tight black boxers. He does wince once, seeing the forming purple red marks on Jason’s ass cheeks-- he didn’t realize just /how/ rough he had gotten. 

“Ou” Jason winces when the cold lotion first touches his skin “Fuck-- careful” he complains, frowning and lying back down when Bruce grumbles a “Sorry” and and seems to take some time to warm up the lotion between his fingers first, applying it carefully afterwards. It still hurts but it slowly starts affecting, soothing the burning sensation and making it more bearable. 

It sure felt amazing to get spanked half to death but he must admit-- it hurts like a bitch afterwards. He casually wonders just how long he wouldn’t be able to sit-- and for how long the marks will stay. Oddly enough the thought makes him shiver. “Mnn” he turns to look at Bruce when the man finishes up, wiping his hands directly on the sheets and putting the kit away, he looks back at him.

“Would you like something to drink?” he asks in this overly polite and a little awkward manner than makes Jason laugh, for real, tension and awkwardness leaving his body because damn-- no one is as awkward as Bruce, not even him himself. His eyes narrow and a smile plays on his lips “Sure, water” he tells him, feeling... feeling somehow better, nice, taken care of.

“Of course” Bruce is standing up almost immediately, though halting to run his fingers through Jason’s hair and to say “You’ve been good, Jay” and leave before the stunned young man could come up with any good comeback to that

Fuck this old man and his smooth fucking talk. He lets his face drop into the nearest pillow and scream a little into it. Because fuck-- fuck this shit. He didn’t like the way his tummy did a fucking flip at those words-- he’s the worst.

His cheeks are still burning when Bruce returns with the water.

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[nyadami]

After a hard day it takes Damian a bit of encouragement to unwind. Dick always initiates it by giving him a shoulder massage and making him hot chocolate till Damian falls asleep at the bat computer, so Dick carries him to his room

Ohh this is so warm and nice ♥

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It started off with a lot of complaining– like most things do with Damian– occasional threats to chop his hands off if he doesn’t remove them in that very instant and some annoyed babybat glares in his direction. 

It doesn’t stop Dick though, never did, never would. 

This time around it’s a massage they’re arguing about, or more like, Dick is massaging Damian’s tense shoulders and the teen is trying to prove him that he’s in no need of such measures. 

“Grayson– enough– I am not tense.” the teen grants with a frown, disliking the idea of Grayson thinking he’s been tense because of his Mother’s sudden appearance in the mission earlier tonight. He is most certainly okay, more than that, he’s fine. 

“Hmnn yeah sure” Dick seems to ignore his complaints and resorts to adding pressure to the teen’s still lean shoulders. His muscles are rock hard, so tense Dick has to use actual force to somehow make them relax. “Just giving you a little massage” he hums “Should be thanking me rather than whining” he comments with a teasing undertone, fingers reaching Damian’s neck.

“I am not whini– nn” Damian’s denial is cut short by a little sound that escapes his lips when Dick presses both thumbs against his nape and starts massaging up “Grayson” he complains but there’s hardly much argument left in it. “I do not need babying “ he says with a low tone, eyebrows furrowing in that Damian-pout of his.

“I’m not babying you” Grayson promises, stopping on one spot Damian seems to be most sensitive at “Here?” he asks, massaging firm circles into the skin “Relax baby bat” he guides him with his deep voice, slowly going back to his shoulders and massaging them again, warm hands soon making them relax and lower. “Here you go” he encourages, soon patting them softly “All new”

He’d finally let go off Damian, giving him a knowing look “Wait a moment” he’d go, and not too long after he’s back with a cup of hot choco, placing it on the table. “One cup of hot chocolate” he announces “For the little prince” he adds, with a smug teasing face but also real, open fondness. 

Damian’s lips part and he looks like he honestly doesn’t know what to do, kill Dick or just give up and drink his damn hot chco. 

He gives up.

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[nyadami]

Some night after a long patrol and previously long day at school, Jason gets slowly lulled by the batmobile’s engine. He’d blink slowly, trying to stay awake yet the road seems longer than ever, the street lights hypnotic and Bruce’s hard armored shoulder suddenly so tempting. ‘Just for a moment’ he promises himself as he leans in, head finally resting, eyes shutting. 

He doesn’t remember falling asleep, though the next time he opens his eyes he’s somehow in bed. Soft pajamas covering his body and warm blankets wrapping him like a burrito. It takes a few more sleepy, confused seconds for him to realized who carefully carried him out of the batmobile, as carefully changed his clothes and put him to bed without waking him up. 

He pulls the covers above his head and squeezes his eyes shut, warmth pools in his cheeks and chest. ‘Jeez’ he mumbles, a little embarrassed but mostly... something else. He can’t help but smile a little, feeling silly and even warmer. 

He’d close his eyes again, easy sleep following quickly.

[nyadami]

"Don't run away from this! From me!" For the arranged marriage starter sentence. Any ship you like ;)

“Don’t run away from this, from me!”

BruJay || 100% angst & heartache + some comfort  || wc: 1,027

I know it was initially an arranged marriage starter but I turned it into...an angst starter.... forgive me-- I hope you enjoy feeling pain.  ಥㅂಥ....

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Jason steps back, uneasyunder Bruce’s direct stare. He’s seriously considering to get the fuck out ofthe cave but something, perhaps his stupid pride, stops him. He’s been runningaway for a long while now, it’s all he’s been good at lately. Well, that andsoothing, there’s that to. Bruce doesn’t need to know of this, doesn’t need tosuspect what a coward he actually is beneath all the sassy, poisonous jokes. Youcould say it was his way, and still is, of coping with things. The Red Hood wasinitially created for that after all. To deal with his anger, betrayal, hate. It’seasier to cling to those feelings than admitting there’s more hurt beneath itthan anything else, and that the hate is a faded nightmare of the Lazarus Pit,and all that’s left is… just pain.

He’s been running fromBruce for years now, unable to fully cope with the things that happened betweenthem. Sure he doesn’t try to kill him anymore, gave up his grand vengeance planin favor of occasional clashes and nasty comments, but overall he’s avoidingthe Bat, trying to not see him too often, or worse, see Bruce.

So what is he supposedto do now, that they stand face to face and the man is reaching his handtowards him, saying with that steady voice of his “Don’t run away from this”his tone is quiet yet he hears him well “From me” he adds, in that deep voiceof his with the raspy edge that shows hints of actually god damn emotions. Whoknew, he still had those. What is he supposed to feel when he finally reachedout for him but its years too late?

“No…” Jason answers in abreathless voice, shaking his head and stepping backwards again. His smartassmouth fails him, there’s no smart comeback or laughing comments. He doesn’twant this—he doesn’t want to step into this trap again—knows he wouldn’tsurvive a second fall—he won’t be able to live with it, trusting the man again,possibly being let down again. “No.” he repeats, heartbeat loud and heavy inhis hover chest. He can’t, it feels unavoidable, that despite Bruce’s earnestlook now—he’d somehow betray him again. He can’t trust him, not again.

Bruce is looking at him,not taking his eyes off of him and oh God, there’s this determination in thoseblue eyes, same solid willpower he has every night when he gets out to fightcrime despite knowing it’ll never end. It’s the same stupid inability to giveup, expect now it’s directed at him.

It’s like he’s tellinghim that he won’t give him up, not this time, not ever.

Bruce tried to bring himback to the good side before, tried to get the Red Hood to play nice, join thegood fight again, stop soothing those criminals and start arresting them likethe rest of the family does, despite it being meaningless and stupid in Jason’seyes. He recalls him trying to reach out to the Robin in him, get him back tohis senses by reminding him of good old times.

Now though… Now he’sasking him, the actual him.  Notthe boy he had failed and lost, not the out of control anti-hero slash villain attimes, no, he’s looking at who he is now and asking him to stop running andcome to him, try again, despite it all. Jason grew adapt to reading Bruce’shidden words as a Robin, somehow now regaining that ability. Or maybe Brucejust allows him to see through his hard walls for once.  He doesn’t know and it hardly matters now, notwhen he’s shaking and his breath is shallow.

“Jason” his voice is a low echo in the cave,he steps closer.

Bruce steps closer andhe? He steps backwards one last time, back hitting the rough wall of the cave,eyes shutting. No. He cannot. He will not. He shouldn’t. He repeats itlike a mantra, exhaling in a rugged surprise when warm, rough fingertips touchhis cheek. It’s so light that he has to open his eyes if only to see if he hadimagined it, he’s met with a pair of tired, sad eyes. Bruce looks older thanever now, lacking the cowl to hide behind, his righteous rage and typical strictnessto hold his frame straight, he looks like a man who endured too much and isjust tired by now.

“I’m tired, Jay” hesays, and Jason believe him, he’s tired too. “I can’t change the past” his eyesseems to look even more tired “I wish I could” his fingers slide over his cheekand he cups his face, causing an involuntary shiver. “Forgive me” he asks withthat tone that Jason knows too well, he hears It—the safe punishing undertones,lack of belief he deserves forgiveness—he’d agree with him any other day, yes,he deserves it he’d think but.. how can he compete with Bruce’s self-hate?Nothing he can say anymore could be heavier than what he hears in Bruce’svoice.

Jason’s eyes close andpain crosses his face as it’s physically painful for him to be in thissituation, his heart aches as badly as the day he found out about Joker, aboutTim, about everything. He’s choked, and it takes him a while to realize there’stears, actual, wet drops sliding down his cheeks, touching Bruce’s fingers andsliding over them as well. His eyes open again and he meets Bruce’s with fear,shame, he did not want him to see this, he’s about to turn away and finally—finallyget away—but he’s stopped.

Bruce pulls him into afirm hug, holding him against his chest even when he struggles to get out ofthe hold, pulls him closer when he finally gives up and with shaking shoulderscrushes against him, tears filling his eyes and falling down his cheeks. “Ihate you” he whispers with a little broken voice, forehead falling to restagainst Bruce’s shoulder, “I fucking do” he adds, even raspier.

“I know” it’s all Brucetells him, hand firmly on his back.

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[nyadami]

1. Originally sent through the chat, but idk if you can reach that so i broke it all up :) I love the idea that, when Dami finally decides he's done waiting and its time to start wooing Dick, he does all of this research because he KNOWs hes not exactly trained in this area, so he covertly watches the so called "most romantic movies ever" (and if anyone finds out he knows hell be teased endlessly by everyone and fuck drake and todd they can rot) and then tries to execute those sorts of gestures

2. flowers, chocolates, grand purchases, outings that are actually dates and he tries to hold Dick’s hand or maybe even kiss him??, but fuckin god damn it Dick is the most oblivious person ever and unintentionally sabotages EVERYTHING. And eventually, Dami just gets so sick of it, so frustrated, that’s it! So he just shows up on Dicks doorstep one day and just grabs the man by his face and plants one on him, pressing more and more kisses

3. each one punctuated by an irritated growl about “all the ways Dick fucked up his own wooing” lmao And of course Dick is all good with it onces theyre finally on the same page ;) I also just really love the idea of older!Dick and older!Dami being like so comfortable and in love, they’ve been together for years, and sure they have their spats, but they never let the other go to bed angry. Dick starts going gray pretty young, so he’s got this hot, silver fox thing going for him

4. and it drives Dami positively crazy, and Dami is such a pretty dude, muscular and all that sure, but he’s still got some of his mother’s traits, curves and angles nicely at odds and yet perfectly complimentary and that drives DICK crazy. Honestly, I feel like they drive each other crazy all the time, usually intentionally, because of course they know the others weaknesses but they only ever exploit them for the best of ways, and fuck anyone that tries to hurt the other 5. I mean seriously, theyre probably so overly protective of each other, like of course they know the other can take care of himself, but it doesn’t hurt to have back up, to have the one person they know they can always count on to be at their back, to support them. Anyways, Id love to hear some of your couple-y DickDami headcanons too :)

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Oh mannnn  ⁄´⁄ᗨ⁄`⁄ 

This is so good! It’s exactly the sort of thing I dig, so shamelessly fluffy, hell fucking yeah. Those nerds do love each other very much, gdi.-slams table-

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It’s been years since Dick took that skinny ball of anger under his wing. They’ve been through a lot, that’s for sure, Dick smirks lightly as he ponders over the amount of shit they managed to get themselves into and out of.

They say that life and death situations bring people closer, something about the adrenaline affecting the brain, or maybe it’s about someone not letting you die, or even more easily to explain, his own charm is the cause for this.

Point is– There’s certainly nothing out of the ordinary about Damian expressing his gratitude now that he’s old enough to understand it’s meaning. Sure, he did go a little bit overboard, the flowers and the chocolates did come of as a surprise but… it’s nothing to overthink.

Dick huffs, thinking about Tim’s and Jason’s so not subtle claims in their last going out. 

‘The kid is totally in love with you, Golden boy’ Jason side eyes him.

‘For once I have to agree, he’s doing everything but proposing’ Tim inputs.

‘Seriously, you didn’t notice? Pffhaha I sort of feel bad for the brat’ Jason laughs and exhales some smoke with it while nudging Tim, teasing him over actually having humor. 

They’re being idiots, Dick concludes.

Damian is an adult and is over his teenage drama, he had worked through most of the issues his parents and his life had imprinted in him. So naturally they grew closer, there’s more for them to talk about, it’s fun to hang out and frankly.. it’s been feeling more comfortable around Damian than with most people lately.

It’s a little hard to describe but it’s almost like he doesn’t have to try as hard with Damian, like he can just have a shit day and not smile through it and Damian wouldn’t mind nor be disappointing with him.

Dick likes it when Damian starts seeking his company more often, there’s been a period they grew almost distant, missions and distance and life had their way with them but now it feels like things had calmed down and there’s more time, much more time and Damian seems to want to use it to hang out with him.

Whenever they meet, he can’t help but smile widely, wrap an arm around the slender handsome young man the little bad grew to be and pull him closer while laughing at some silly joke he himself cracked up. 

He even started nudging Damian about moving to his Bludhaven for a while. Bragging about how much fun they had as the dynamic duo and how ‘Gotham is filled with bats as it is’ leaning to look into Damian’s blue/green eyes to tempt him ‘Don’t you want to stretch your wings far away from the big bad bat?’ and he could swear that he saw something flicker in Damian’s eyes so he would be damned if he gives up before Damian gives in.

Imagine Dick’s surprise when said bat appears without warnings and bluntly attacks him– with his lips. 

“Wha–” Dick chokes, blinking and half frozen as Damian tugs his face closer, smashing their lips together and ranting, oh boy, ranting so passionately. “Dami–” whoa whoa whoa. He’s so confused that he puts his hands on Damian’s waist, holding onto him. “Wait, wait wait” he leans back, cheeks warm and lips parted with surprise. 

“What do you mean that the dinner at Masa wasn’t a joke?” he can’t help but question, that restaurant is about 500$ per person, so obviously he assumed that Damian joked when he asked him out. “Wait.” he stops to count the days “Oh my god— Dami–Did you ask me out for Valentine’s to the Masa??” he can’t help the chuckle and the smile, he’s confused as hell but he can’t stop.

“I can’t believe it.” he laughs but quickly notices how Damian quieted down into a heavy and obviously embarrassed silence. “No no” he moves his hands up to cuff Damian’s cheeks “I mean I can’t believe Jason and Tim were right and I didn’t notice it” There’s smile lines around Dick’s eyes as he narrow them, pressing their foreheads together “You’ve been trying to woo me” he laughs again, brightly, happily. 

Damian mutters something but Dick doesn’t listen, he leans and kisses his precious robin on the lips, speaking with actions rather than words. 

He likes it.

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[nyadami]

It’s an early morning after a late patrol, by this point Dick Grayson would literally pay to sleep, even an hour-- that’s how bad his sleep deprivation is. 

“Grayson, you look awful” the high, annoying voice of his Robin comes from the corner of the kitchen and he flinches. Not now he thinks, mildly annoyed.

It takes a long baffled moment to realize that his favorite coffee cup is gone, he finds it shortly on the table by Damian, full of hot coffee.

He’d get annoyed, expect Damian doesn’t drink coffee and he knows it.

“...Thanks..” the first smile of the day cracks through his grumpy morning mood as he looks at the prideful brat huffing and making a ‘Tt’ like it wasn’t him.